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Passion in the Wilderness

Niklaus Mikaelson x Reader

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Klaus's eyes locked onto yours, a fiery intensity burning through the quiet seclusion of the woods. The rustling leaves underfoot and the towering pines overhead seemed to hold their breath as the air thickened with anticipation. The scent of pine and damp earth mingled with the heat radiating from his body, creating an intoxicating atmosphere that pulled you closer. His rough hands reached out, fingers brushing against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "You’re so fucking beautiful out here," he growled, his voice low and husky, as if the wilderness itself had amplified his desire. He pulled you closer, his chest pressing against yours, until your breath mingled in the cool forest air.

His lips crashed against yours in a kiss that was both hungry and demanding. His tongue invaded your mouth with a possessiveness that made your knees weak, as if he were staking his claim on you right there in the heart of the woods. You moaned into the kiss, your hands tangling in his messy hair, pulling him tighter as if you could melt into him. Klaus's hands roamed boldly, gripping your ass and lifting you against him, the hardness of his desire pressing insistently against your core. The rough bark of the trees and the soft earth beneath your feet only heightened the raw, primal nature of the moment.

"Fuck, I need you," he muttered against your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he trailed kisses down your collarbone. The cool air nipped at your exposed skin, sharpening every sensation as he pushed your shirt off your shoulders, letting it fall carelessly to the forest floor. His lips found your breast, sucking and nipping, his beard scratching softly as he teased your nipple into a tight peak. You gasped, your head falling back, the canopy of leaves above blurring as pleasure clouded your vision.

You moaned, your hands gripping his shoulders for support as he knelt before you, his mouth tracing a path down your stomach. His hands gripped your thighs, strong and sure, as he spread them apart. "Spread your legs for me," he commanded, his voice rough and commanding, yet laced with a vulnerability that made your heart race. You obeyed, your heart pounding as he hooked his fingers into your pants and pulled them down, leaving you exposed to the crisp air and his hungry gaze.

"So fucking perfect," he groaned, his breath hot against your core as his tongue swirled over your clit. His beard tickled as he lapped at you with slow, deliberate strokes, each touch sending jolts of pleasure through your body. You moaned loudly, your hands gripping his hair, your hips bucking against his mouth as he sucked and teased, driving you closer to the edge. The sounds of the forest—the distant chirping of birds, the whisper of the wind—faded into the background as the only world that mattered was the one he was creating with his mouth.

"Nik, please—I need you inside me," you begged, your voice trembling with need. He stood, his eyes dark with desire, his pants already unbuttoned as he freed himself. Thick and ready, he was a vision of raw masculinity, his chest heaving as he looked at you with a hunger that made your pulse quicken. He pressed you against a tree, his body caging you in, the rough bark digging into your back as he positioned himself at your entrance. "Ready for me?" he growled, his voice thick with need.

"Yes," you whispered, your breath hitching as he thrust inside you, filling you completely. The sensation was overwhelming—the cool air on your skin, the warmth of his body, the tightness of him within you. He moved slowly at first, his hips rolling as he savored the way your body clenched around him. But soon, his pace quickened, his thrusts becoming harder, more urgent, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the quiet woods.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, his forehead pressing against yours, his breath hot and ragged. You wrapped your legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts, your nails digging into his back as the pleasure built, spiraling tighter and tighter. The world around you narrowed to this moment, this connection, the raw, unfiltered passion that consumed you both. "Come for me, love," he demanded, his voice a raw command that sent you over the edge.

You cried out, your body shaking as you climaxed, your walls clenching around him, sending him over the edge. He growled your name as he spilled himself deep inside you, his body trembling against yours. For a moment, you both stood there, breathless, his heart pounding against yours, the world around you fading into the background. The woods, with their ancient trees and whispering leaves, felt like silent witnesses to the intensity of the moment.

"That was fucking incredible," he murmured, his lips brushing yours softly, his hands stroking your back as he gently lowered you to the ground. You smiled, your body still buzzing with the aftermath, the woods feeling more alive than ever, as if they too had shared in the intensity of what had just transpired. The scent of pine and earth seemed sweeter, the rustling leaves more vibrant, as if the forest itself was celebrating the raw, unbridled passion that had unfolded within its embrace.

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The Twin Dragon

Rand al’Thor x Reader

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The air in the White Tower always felt heavier when Alaena walked through its halls. It was as though the weight of destiny clung to her every step, a reminder of the prophecy that had shaped her life since she could remember. As the “Twin Dragon,” she had been raised to know that her destiny was tied to another—someone she had never met but whose existence had shaped her own. The thought of that other soul, the other part of the Dragon Reborn, lingered in her mind more often than not.

It was the day she turned sixteen when she first learned of her connection to the Dragon Reborn. Her bond with the One Power had always been intense, often overwhelming, but there had been no explanation for the rawness of it until Siuan Sanche, the Amyrlin Seat, had taken her aside. Siuan and Moiraine Sedai had been the ones to raise her, teaching her to harness her abilities and to understand her place in the world. Yet, despite their care, despite their affection, there was always something missing—a part of her that longed to be complete.

She’d been told of the prophecy, of the Dragon Reborn, of Rand al’Thor. They had never told her exactly who he was, but the connection between them was undeniable. The moment they spoke his name, her heart had stilled in a way she couldn’t explain.

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It had been a year since she had heard the first whispers of Rand’s name in the Tower. News of the Dragon Reborn spread like wildfire across the land, and while the Aes Sedai remained focused on training Alaena, their eyes often shifted toward the world beyond the White Tower. Alaena had always been quiet about her feelings on the matter, never questioning the teachings of Siuan or Moiraine, but the longing within her had only grown.

“Are you certain?” Moiraine’s voice cut through her thoughts as she stood by the window, watching the bustling life of Tar Valon outside.

“I’ve always felt it,” Alaena replied softly, not looking away from the window. “That I’m meant to meet him. The Dragon. I’ve always known.”

Siuan Sanche, who had been seated at the table across the room, looked up at Alaena with concern. “You have trained for this day since you were a child, Alaena. Do not let the unknown cloud your judgment. The world will change when you meet him, yes, but you must be strong.”

Alaena nodded, though the truth of Siuan’s words had yet to settle in her heart. She could feel it, the pull toward him. Somewhere beyond the walls of the Tower, Rand al’Thor was living his life. And one day, their paths would cross. That thought kept her awake in the dead of night, heart pounding in anticipation.

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Months passed before the fates finally brought them together. Alaena had been called upon by Moiraine to assist in a matter concerning the One Power, a situation that led her to a village far from Tar Valon. The moment she arrived, she felt the stirring of something deep within her, something that made her skin tingle with energy. She couldn’t explain it, but she knew.

He was here.

As she made her way through the village, the people gave her wary glances, and she soon understood why. In the distance, she could see him—Rand al’Thor. His fiery red hair caught in the sunlight, his eyes sharp and intent, yet there was something tortured about him. She could feel his internal battle, the weight of his destiny pressing down on him as much as it did her.

Their eyes locked across the crowded marketplace.

For a moment, time seemed to still. Alaena felt the One Power surge within her, and without thinking, she began to walk toward him. She couldn’t look away, couldn’t tear her eyes from his. As she drew closer, he seemed to recognize something in her too—his gaze softened, uncertainty crossing his features.

“You,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I knew you would come.”

Alaena stopped just in front of him, her breath coming in short, shallow bursts. “You… you’re the Dragon,” she said, her voice trembling slightly.

Rand’s eyes widened, and a mixture of confusion and understanding passed between them. “And you’re the one they’ve spoken of,” he said quietly, as though the words themselves were heavy. “The other. The Twin Dragon.”

Alaena nodded, swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat. “I am.”

The world around them seemed to fall away, the noise of the marketplace, the distant murmur of conversation—everything faded as they stood there, two halves of the same whole. The bond between them felt palpable, electric, and the yearning in her chest grew unbearable.

Rand took a step toward her, the tension between them thick in the air. His hand, warm and calloused, reached out tentatively, brushing against her cheek. “I didn’t think it would be like this,” he whispered. “I thought it would be a fight. But… this feels different. It feels right.”

Alaena’s breath hitched as she looked up at him. “I’ve felt it my whole life. The pull. The bond.”

Rand’s hand slid down her arm, sending sparks through her skin. “Then we’re not meant to fight, are we?”

“No,” she breathed. “We’re meant to stand together.”

For the first time, the weight of the world’s expectations, the looming future, didn’t feel so heavy. In Rand’s presence, there was a sense of belonging, a sense of unity she had never known before. He wasn’t just the Dragon Reborn—he was her other half, the missing piece of herself she had been longing for.

“Then let us stand,” Rand said softly, before pulling her into his arms.

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The night that followed was one of quiet understanding. They spoke of the world, of the One Power, of the challenges they would face together. It was in this conversation, under the veil of the stars, that they shared their first kiss—not as strangers, not as forces of destiny, but as two souls bound together by a fate neither could avoid.

When their lips met, there was no fire, no burning need, only the quiet intensity of shared understanding, of a bond that had always existed beneath the surface. It was a promise that no matter what came, they would face it together.

For the first time in her life, Alaena felt whole.

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Hope you guys enjoyed this lil one shot of 'The Wheel of Time'

This maybe just a taste of a larger story that I hope / plan to write!

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Game of Thrones P.links

Daenerys, Robb & Jon…

Jon Does "that thing he does with his tongue" on Daenerys

Daenerys Using Her Maid For Pleasure

Jon and Dany’s Sensual Morning Sex

Jon Breeding Dany…

Daenerys Handmaiden Loves To Please Her Queen

Arya and Gendry - Size Kink…

Jon Teases His Queen

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This was a spur of the moment thing…

Overstiming Timmy so much he has to grip your hand to stop!

https://x.com/gattouz0/status/1532788277580906496?s=46&t=oAIt1lx0BfpwQg308zWoJg

Timmy eating Readers ass:

https://x.com/gattouz0/status/1530995574325006340?s=46&t=oAIt1lx0BfpwQg308zWoJg

Pussy Licking:

https://x.com/ffgrashuepfer/status/1532908433388756994?s=46&t=oAIt1lx0BfpwQg308zWoJg

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Lionel Messi Headcanon

▫️Pairing: Lionel Messi x Female Reader

▫️Synopsis: Being Married to Lionel Messi

In the early mornings, when cuddled up in bed together, they never just talk, they fill up their morning with light kisses and soft touches, especially from Leo, he’s the epitome of soft.

He definitely has your name tattooed somewhere on his body, somewhere when he’s playing a match and everyone can see that he belongs to you 

He’s quiet and a lil bit shy in public but with you at home he is very needy for your affection

When he scores, he likes to dedicate his win to you, blowing kisses, pointing to your name on his body esc..

I feel like after a game, he comes home and just lays on top of you after an exhausting day, he just relishes in your soft touches, you cute forehead kisses and your relaxing vanilla scent he adores so much. 

Now lets talk about the sex with this man...

He 100% knows your body better than you do 

He can be rough when he wants to be, but most of the time he is a very passionate lover, especially when he goes down on you. 

He worships your body, when he’s around you he has to have some sort of physical contact, small kisses, hand holding, his arm wrapped around your waist or shoulders.

Or when he’s feeling a bit possessive he likes grabbing your ass, in private and in public, its one of his favourite features of your body.

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Hello! My Name is K or You Can Call Me Author. I’m 21, and I’m British! This is my first time writing fan-fiction so please be patient with me ✎

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The Vampire Diaries / The Originals:

Niklaus Mikaelson:

Passion in the Wilderness

The Wheel of Time:

Rand Al’Thor:

The Twin Dragon

Others:

Lionel Messi

Headcanon: Being Married To Lionel Messi