#Elena glibert fanfiction

[anonair]

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡. - 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 // 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Sexual content!

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Damon and Y/N have had a rough couple of days and you’ve heard that he had rekindled his relationship with Elena.

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: Part 2 to my other imagine was requested by @delenastvd , but I decided to add my own plot twist.

NOT PROOFREAD!

You and Damon have been having a rocky few days since your wild randevu about a month back. It seemed like every time you and him had a good night, things would just settle down and you wouldn’t hear from him for a little. Usually the longest this has happened where you’d both go without speaking was 2 weeks, but it’s been a little over a month now. Though everyone knew of you and Damon, they also knew about Elena. In the town of Mystic Falls, everyone knew each other. So, as you could imagine, people make their own assumptions- and It doesn’t help that you and Elena share similar friends. You hear everyones opinions and assumptions from both sides; Random people and your closest friends.

Word on the street now was that Damon was back fooling around with Elena. The jealousy running through your veins was enough to make you visibly enraged. Your eyes turned dark, the veins underneath them prominent now. You quickly made your way over to the Salvatore house, hoping to confront Damon. Instead, you get greeted by a glistening Stefan who had just gotten out of the shower, the water droplets fresh and the light from his home reflecting off of them.

You and Stefan had always had sexual tension, but you always ignored it due to your feelings for Damon. You didn’t want to be like Elena and have them both, but fuck was it hard to resist at times. “Where’s Damon?” You asked, walking right in and making your grand entrance. “The truth or would you rather hear me lie?” Stefan asked, shutting the door and turning around. He had a caring tone in his voice, as he usually does. He adjusted his towel and you glanced down for a moment before meeting Stefan’s eyes. “The truth, Stefan. Now.” You demanded. He let out a small laugh, debating for a moment whether he should have some fun with you or just send you right to Damon.

Reluctantly, Stefan obliged and spoke up. “He’s in the library. With Elena.” Stefan sighed and then smirked, almost as if he were mocking you. He knew how angry it would make you. Before you could make it to the room, Stefan cut you off. What is with the Salvatore brothers and them predicting your every move? Stefan was much stronger than you and although you both were vampires, it made it harder for you to get into the library. All you could think to yourself was ‘Classic Damon, fucking Elena in the room where we always have sex’. “What is it, his sex dungeon?” You said, Stefan laughed at your response. “He’s been pissing me off too, lately. Her moans have been filling up the house and I’m sick of it.” He laughed, knowing he was only making you even more angry. His smirk was almost permanent on his face now. “Why don’t we make a good thing happen out of the annoyance of this whole situation?” He suggested. He was clearly done playing games, and you picked up on what he meant. “What do you mean?” You asked innocently even though you knew his intentions already. You knew exactly where this was going to go. After all, you always seen the way Stefan looked at you. Your thoughts got dirty, but they suddenly weren’t about Damon. All you could imagine was the way Stefan would feel pressed up against your body. Who would it hurt? After all, Damon had a thing for girls who also fancied his brother.

So, you took advantage of the moment, your lips crashing against Stefan’s. In the moment, the kiss felt euphoric. Was this actually happening? You felt Stefan pull you closer by your waist and kiss you back, confirming the sexual feelings he felt for you. You managed to tangle your arms around his neck, your classic move. You intertwined your fingers with his hair as you slipped your tongue past his lips, you could feel his tongue slowly starting to explore your mouth. Kissing his lips felt like it was destined to happen, you weren’t regretting this decision.

You pulled away from the kiss, heat running through both yours and his body. “Why don’t we take this to my room?” He said, his voice deeper than before. You shook your head no, “Here.” You said, willing to risk it all for some fun in the living room- this time with the other Salvatore. At this point, all thoughts of making Damon jealous were gone. You genuinely wanted Stefan. You wanted to put your dirty thoughts about him to rest. You walked toward the couch, pushing Stefan onto it. His towel moved a bit on his way down, making his v-line more visible. You stood in front of the fire place, stripping little by little. Stefan watched with hungry, lustful eyes. With each drop of a clothing item, you could feel the heat from the fire against your skin grow hotter. You stripped until you were just in your underwear- leaving that part to Stefan. Your bra was already on the floor as you walked closer to Stefan, straddling his lap. He leaned in for a kiss, his fingertips lingering around your waist. You could feel his erection growing, making it all more real that you were actually about to have sex with Stefan. You started grinding against him softly, while trailing your kiss off of his lips and onto his neck. You sucked softly on his neck, hearing him let out a low grunt. You could feel his fingers tugging at your underwear. At this point, you were soaked in anticipation of what was to happen next.

He switched the positions, laying you on the couch and him over you. He started pressing soft kisses down your stomach, stopping when he hit the fabric of your underwear. He was now face to face with the puddle of wetness between your legs. You could see the intensity in his eyes grow. His towel slipped a little more, the only thing keeping it from falling was his hard erection hidden behind it. He tugged on your underwear with his hands, eventually getting them off. He dropped those to the floor, along with your other clothes that were previously there. He lined his head back down at your entrance, giving you a thirsty look before his tongue pressed against your clit. He closed his eyes, licking between your folds and sucking up some of your juices. “F-fuck, Stefan.” You tried to hold back, but the way his tongue was moving made it almost impossible. He flicked his tongue back and forth in a fast motion, making you slightly move your hips up. You didn’t give him a chance to even take his tongue off of your clit. As he was sucking, he reached one hand up, gripping onto your boob. He played with it and squeezed it, just adding onto the pleasure. Instead of flicking, he switched and started sucking on your clit. The pressure drove you wild. You were coming close to your finish, your wet clit throbbing. He pulled back just in time, edging on your climax. He licked his lips, “You taste better than I imagined.” He chucked, dropping his towel to reveal his hard, long cock. He leaned back down over you with one hand while the other hand was holding his cock. He started rubbing the tip of his cock over your sensitive clit. “Tell me, have you ever imagined dirty things about me?” He whispered. You whimpered, desperately needing him inside of you- Your juices were already starting to slide onto the couch. Without hesitation, you moaned out “Yes, Stefan, and I’ve never needed you more than I do now.”

You felt an immediate pressure between your legs as as he slid inside of you. He was only halfway in and had you screaming- it made you wonder if you could handle the rest of him inside of you. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” He mumbled, keeping his pace nice and slow for you to adjust. You could feel him already hitting your g-spot with his slow thrusts. Your toes curled and Stefans moans started filling your ears. “Harder” you moaned, pressing your hips against his. Stefan started picking up his pace, his balls slapping against your ass. It stung, but it felt good to you. “Fuck, Y/N, why have you been keeping this from me for so long?” He moaned out, adjusting himself so that now he was upright. He gripped onto your hips and you already knew what was about to come, bracing yourself for the stroke. He started thrusting harder into you, you took all of him in, making you scream out in utter pleasure. With every stroke, he used his grip on your hips to make you meet where he was hitting. You were so lost in the moment that you didn’t realize his grip was so strong it started leaving marks on your skin.

Stefan could feel his high grow closer, his thrusts getting sloppier as he adjusted again. He was right back onto of you, his deep breaths now back close to your ear. He nuzzled his head between your neck, kissing and nibbling on your neck to make up for his slower, sloppier strokes. “I’m close.” You moaned out, wrapping your hands around his back. You started digging your nails into his skin, he moaned out. The mix of pain and pleasure was what kept you and him from finishing- you didn’t want it to end.

He did one final stroke, making the both of you finish almost at the same time. He pulled out, dropping softly on top of you, covering your naked body with his. You pushed his hair out of his face and wiped the sweat droplets from off of his forehead. He looked up at you with a certain look on his face- as If he knew you were addicted already. There was no chance that you could just stop doing this with him, but you started thinking about Damon and how you couldn’t just give him up either.

Just then, Elena finished your thoughts for you. “A wise woman once told me… It’s okay to love them both.” She chuckled, walking out of the Salvatore house as she fixed her hair. Her hair was messy and her makeup was out of place- a clear sign that her and Damon had some fun in the library while you and Stefan were in the living room. You sighed, Stefan getting up and handing you your clothes. You didn’t even have anger left in your body after what Stefan just did to you. It was like magic. You quickly got dressed again while he wrapped the towel around his waist. He winked, making his way back to his room and you out the door. You came for Damon, but ended up cumming for Stefan…

*I know this gif isn't the front for of the Salvatore house, but use imagination lol*

[notalittlebutalottie]

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Chapter 20 - Preview

The clock inside their home struck four. Klaus was sitting on the back porch, his eyes trained on the sketchpad in his grasp. In the weeks since he had walked Caroline to class, since she had easily laid waste to his situation, he had taken to the space more often than not. At first, he had been frustrated; he had never enjoyed criticism, constructive or otherwise. But he began to think. She had a point in her prodding. Bending to the will of his father would never serve any purpose other than to play into his game. And his game had become so tiresome. However, he had never even considered a contingency plan, had never envisioned another path. Life was always so rigid in his eyes.

And suppose he could envision it, was it worth the leap? Would Caroline be there? Or would she, like his father, see him as nothing more than weak and unimportant in the grand scheme of things? She was bright, determined and filled with such positivity he couldn’t comprehend in light of her past experiences. In his time spent on the porch, he often wondered whether he would be enough for her. Would he want to know either way? Would it be better to cut his losses, remain trapped under his father’s thumb, all to save himself the truth? He cursed Elijah once more for landing him in such a position. He could have been in solitude concerning himself with his studies just as his brothers had before him, not debating the very fabric of his life all for the sake of one woman.

But Caroline wasn’t just one woman. She challenged him, forced him to ponder, to question what he had become so accustomed to. He considered what if. What if he continued on his path? Could he convince her to stay? To immerse herself in his way of life? No. She wasn’t like that. Like them. Tatia, though easily swayed by money, was equipped for that life and practically endeared by the toxicity it bred. But Caroline would cast him away all the same whether he asked or not. He was sure of it. And why did he care? Why was it that he looked to her in every thought, every consideration?

He heard the gentle sliding of the glass doors and lifted his head. Caroline was standing in a neatly layered turtleneck and mini-skirt, her fingers curled around the handle. She was always such a sight to see. He could easily forgo his current sketch and start anew, begin to stroke his pencil against the blank page and be done in enough time for her to think of saying hello. He didn’t care about anyone else but he so cared for her. Why?

“Hello, love,” he greeted softly.

Come back tomorrow for the full chapter!

[ambroselover66]

The Broken Gilbert...(A TVD FAN-FIC) •Under Editing• ON HOLD (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/oBOvysQRmE On the outside you see a girl laughing with her twin brother and big sister. But take a closer look. She's broken, devastated about the loss of her parents. She's slowly loosing herself behind those blue eyes...what happens when Ava Gilbert comes back from visiting family and she sees two new guys have moved into town. Most of all why is she attra…

[ambroselover66]

The Broken Gilbert...(A TVD FAN-FIC) •Under Editing• ON HOLD (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/tnTnpG7PmE On the outside you see a girl laughing with her twin brother and big sister. But take a closer look. She's broken, devastated about the loss of her parents. She's slowly loosing herself behind those blue eyes...what happens when Ava Gilbert comes back from visiting family and she sees two new guys have moved into town. Most of all why is she attra…