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punkshort · 5 months ago

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Roommates | 10. just us two

Pairing: (ex)pornstar!joel x f!reader

Chapter Summary: You and Joel settle into your new lives together.

Chapter Warnings: language, alcohol and food consumption, massive quantities of fluff, smut (18+ MDNI), unprotected piv sex (reader is on BC), oral sex (f!receiving), spanking, pussy pronouns, multiple orgasms, some sex tape action 👀

WC: 7.1K

A/N: Okay, we've reached the end of the road for these two! I can't believe I'm wrapping up another fic, jfc. Thank you so much for sticking around and expressing so much love and excitement for this story. It means so much to me that I'm able to share this part of myself with people who are just as happy as me about these characters. This chapter wasn't really necessary, most loose ends are already tied up but they deserved to be happy, so this entire chapter is just love and fluff and smut. Shout out to @txtattoostark for listening to me yap and for the watermelon moonshine inspo. Enjoy, and thanks again ❤️

Series Masterlist

One Month Later

Joel smiled to himself as he watched you in the kitchen with his mom from his spot in the living room. The old radio next to the sink, dusty and missing two buttons, was softly playing jazz music while you both worked on dinner. It wasn't the trailer park he grew up in. The small ranch house his mother bought with the life insurance money she received after his father passed away wasn't too bad. He begged her for years to let him give her some money, to buy her a place closer to town, to pay for new appliances at the very least, but she always refused. Instead, he found himself visiting her whenever he had a few days off so he could fix the sink or the washer or cut the grass.

He didn't mind. It was a good excuse to come visit. He enjoyed catching up and spending time with her.

But now, with you? Watching the way you seamlessly moved around the kitchen, laughing with his mom and stirring things in pots while swaying your hips in those tight denim shorts... yeah, this was different. This was much better.

"Hey, brother," Tommy said from behind, startling him out of his rosy daydream. Joel stood with a smile to engulf Tommy in a hug once he kicked off his shoes.

"You look tan," he remarked, then reached for Maria and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"New Orleans was sunny," Tommy said, holding some bottle of clear alcohol in his hand. "Brought back some moonshine. Watermelon. Mama's favorite."

"Oh, Tommy! Maria! You're back!" their mother cried from the kitchen before wiping her hands on a towel and hurrying over to the front door, her worn out blue slippers catching on the rug as she walked. "How was your honeymoon?" she asked after she squeezed them both within an inch of their lives.

"Amazing," Maria said happily. "We had such a great time. Have you ever been?"

Mrs. Miller shook her head. "Maybe James will take me one day."

"Is he here?" Tommy asked, handing his mother the liquor.

"No, he's visiting his daughter out of town this weekend. Come on, I have some snacks out."

The four of them entered the kitchen and you swiveled around with a big smile. Setting down the wooden spoon you were holding, you threw your arms around Maria's neck, then Tommy's.

"How was it?" you asked them, your eyes sparkling with excitement.

You and Maria fell into an animated conversation about some haunted ghost tour when Tommy cleared his throat and propped his hands on his hips.

The pair of you stopped talking to look at him questioningly, then realization dawned on you. You smirked and shook your head before digging into your back pocket to pull out a folded bill and slapped it into his palm.

"You were right, Tommy."

He laughed and tucked the money into his shirt pocket.

"Thought you mighta forgot."

Joel frowned and looked between the two of you curiously, but Maria seemed to know exactly what was going on because she was already chuckling to herself.

You glanced over at Joel, who was eating a cracker with cheese, and your expression softened. "Best hundred bucks I ever lost."

"The hell you givin' him a hundred bucks for?" Joel asked incredulously, but you just slipped your arms around his waist and rested your chin against his chest with a smile.

"I lost a bet," you told him.

He practically melted into a puddle under your touch. He couldn't get enough. After a year of denying yourselves or sneaking around, it felt so good to be open. He refused to ever take it for granted, so he tilted your face up and pressed a tender kiss against your lips. He felt your mouth twitch into a smile when Tommy groaned in fake disgust.

"Thought we were the newlyweds here."

You broke the kiss to shoot him a look over your shoulder.

"Try and keep up."

Joel tossed his head back and laughed, then released his hold on you so you could return to the stove. Maria washed her hands and picked up a knife to chop vegetables and Tommy reached for the bottle of moonshine their mother left on the counter.

"Let's crack into this," he said, and Joel nodded. He weaved through the kitchen to open up the cupboard where the glasses were kept, grabbing five tumblers. You were swaying again with the music and you gently knocked into him with your hips, just enough to tease him, and he sucked in a sharp breath.

"Watch yourself, baby," he warned with a wink before placing the glasses down next to Tommy so he could pour.

Joel couldn't remember a time he had seen his mother look so happy. The five of them sat around her dining room table, a table made for four but you all squeezed in, knees knocking together underneath, arms brushing against one another, and it felt perfect.

He leaned back in his chair after finishing his food, one arm draped along the back of your chair, his other hand loosely holding his glass of moonshine and he smiled. He tried to pay attention to Maria and his brother tell stories about their honeymoon, but he had a hard time looking away from you. Eventually, he stopped trying. His gaze slid down your face, admiring your smile and the way your eyes crinkled when you laughed.

He was so fucking lucky.

Tearing his eyes away to bring his glass to his lips, he caught his mother watching him across the table with a knowing smile. She winked at him before giving Tommy her attention once again and Joel felt his face warm.

Once dinner was over, he and Tommy stood to clear everyone's plates. A habit that was formed early on in their lives. Whoever didn't cook had to clean up.

After the dishes were done and the leftovers were packed away, the two brothers refilled their glasses and wandered out to the back porch where their mother, you and Maria had ended up.

Maria and Mrs. Miller were strolling around the yard, their mother pointing out plants and flowers and telling Maria some long winded story about each. The deer hate this one. Cindy up the street cut a chunk of this out of her garden for me, can you believe how big it is now? I got this from Home Depot on clearance half dead, look how good it's doing.

"Better go save her," Tommy murmured before jogging down the steps. Joel plopped himself next to you on the porch with a sigh and clinked your glasses together.

"Lucky you already got the flower tour earlier," he told you.

You bit your lip and chuckled. "She really loves her garden."

The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes. The sun was setting and you could hear the crickets coming to life all around you. Birds swooped anxiously overhead, rushing back to their nests for the night. A cool breeze floated through the air, rustling your hair and making you shiver.

"C'mere," he murmured, patting his thigh. You smirked and shook your head but put your glass down and stood to perch on his leg, wrapping your arms around his neck lovingly and giving him a chaste kiss.

He hummed in approval and licked his lips. "Taste good."

"Like watermelon?" you asked, fingers twisting around the long strands of hair on the back of his head.

He nodded. "And you."

You kissed him once again, lingering a bit longer that time so you could fully appreciate the softness of his lips between yours and breathing in deep the scent of soap still stuck to his skin.

Then voices began to grow louder behind you, indicating your alone time was coming to an end.

Tommy stumbled on the stairs leading up the porch and you turned around on Joel's lap. He wrapped his arms around your waist, keeping you right where you were, before teasing his brother.

"Better take it easy. You been out for two weeks at work, you ain't callin' in tomorrow 'cause you're hungover."

Tommy rolled his eyes and took your abandoned chair.

"Yes, boss."

"How are things at the bar, Joel?" his mother asked, sitting down with a sigh. "I'm so glad you found some work I can actually tell my girlfriends about without lying."

You stifled a giggle and glanced at Maria, who was also trying to hold back her laughter.

"Good, Mama," Joel said, ignoring her other comment. His chin came to rest over your shoulder as he spoke. "The remodel is done. Opened up the room so there's a place to dance. Easier for customers to move around. Everyone's been real excited to see the changes. Been busy."

"He's been working so hard, too," you added, twisting to your side so your fingers could lovingly rake through the hair on the back of his neck. "Some days I don't even see him."

Mrs. Miller gave you a sympathetic look but you could tell she was proud of her oldest son for venturing outside his comfort zone and applying himself.

"So you're all moved in, I take it?" Maria asked, and you nodded.

"Didn't really have much. Most of my things were still packed from when I moved out."

"She's been sprucin' up the place, too. You oughta see it," Joel said fondly. "Got pretty lookin' art on the walls, fluffy pillows and blankets for the couch. Actually got some food in the damn fridge, too."

Tommy laughed heartily. "That mean you'll stop swipin' fries and shit from the kitchen?"

"Hey, I'm payin' for those fries. I'll take 'em if I want 'em," he said with a scowl, then looked up at you, his eyes softening. "But it's nice to have dinner waitin' for me at home," he added, bringing a smile to your face.

"You were always terrible at cooking," you teased, tugging on his earlobe playfully between your fingers.

The night dragged on, the stars lit up the quiet night sky and Mrs. Miller eventually began to yawn, indicating it was time to head home.

Home.

It felt so right to think of it that way. It was where you belonged. But you knew it wasn't simply the house. You could have been living in a shack and you would still be just as happy because it was with him.

Joel gripped your thigh while he drove his truck with one hand on the steering wheel. The windows were down, the wind whipped at your face, tangling your hair when you turned your head to gaze over at him.

"See anythin' you like?" he teased when he spotted you admiring him from the corner of his eye.

You giggled and felt his fingers squeeze your bare leg.

"You know what I want?"

The corner of his mouth tugged upwards and his eyes darkened with excitement. "What's that, sweetheart?"

You seductively ran your palm up his arm, sighing at the way his muscles twitched under your fingertips.

"I would really, really love... a vegetable garden."

You laughed at the way his face fell in mock disappointment.

"I'll build you a vegetable garden," he finally said as he turned onto your street.

"Really?" you asked with a huge smile. He nodded and shot you a wink.

"'Course. Whatever you want, baby."

Joel stayed true to his word. About a week later you woke up on Saturday morning to the distant sound of a hammer beating a piece of wood in the backyard. Stretching a lazy arm out to your side, you pouted when you found Joel was missing.

Then the pieces slowly clicked together.

It was a rare weekend off for him. You had been talking about it for the past few days. He was looking forward to Tommy returning to work so he wouldn't be so short staffed and he could relax with you for two whole days. You didn't come up with any plans except laying in bed, ordering takeout and watching movies, content to just spend time together. But Joel sweetly surprised you by waking up early, something he absolutely detested, so he could build you the vegetable garden you asked for.

You lightly padded down the steps still clad in your tank top and shorts to grab a mug from the cupboard. The coffee pot sizzled with heat when you plucked it from the burner, half the liquid already gone. Once you fixed it the way you liked, you walked out onto the back deck and leaned over the railing, your mug cupped in both hands, to fully appreciate the sight before you.

Joel had his back to you as he crouched over a simple rectangular wooden frame on the ground. You could see the sweat collecting on the back of his neck and it made your mouth water. As your eyes traveled lower, you noticed the dark patches in his shirt forming at his collar and between his shoulder blades, making your thighs clench together while he worked, completely oblivious to you watching him, listening to him grunt and sigh when he lifted a new piece of wood.

You swallowed thickly before taking a sip of your coffee, your eyes never leaving his form while he stood to stretch his back. He lifted his hat from his head and wiped his brow with the back of his forearm and you sunk your teeth into your lower lip. Something was so fucking hot about him getting all sweaty and worked up, but on that particular day? When he was making you something, sacrificing his rare down time just for you? It lit a fire inside you that couldn't be tamed.

Before he noticed, you scooted back inside to fill up a glass of ice water. With your hand hovering over the door handle, you got an idea that sent a jolt of arousal right through you. Without giving yourself a chance to overthink it, you pulled down your shorts and underwear, kicking your panties off to land on the couch, and shimmied your shorts back on.

Your pulse was fucking racing with excitement when you stepped outside once again, but this time you made sure to make a little noise so Joel would hear you. When the door clicked shut, he turned around and grinned before setting down his tools and stepping into the shade.

"Thank you, darlin'," he murmured when you handed him the water.

"You're welcome," you replied, your hands clasping behind your back as you practically vibrated in place with nervous energy. His eyes flicked down your body curiously right when he was finishing up his drink.

"Sleep okay?" he asked, sensing something was off while he set the glass down on the deck.

"Mhmm," you said, a nervous grin spreading across your face. "Missed you, though."

He chuckled and wiped some sweat away from his face with the bottom of his shirt. Your mouth went dry and your eyes instantly locked onto his tanned stomach and the dark smattering of curls that led below his waistband. The sleep shorts you were wearing were thin. If they were a lighter color, you could probably see right through them if you really looked. As it turned out, they were also terrible at absorbing moisture because they were sticking uncomfortably to your inner thighs while you waited for him to notice.

"Huh?" you said when you realized he was speaking.

He shook his head and dropped his shirt back down. "I said, I'm makin' you the damn garden you wanted."

You inched forward and took his hand in yours. "Well, do you think it can wait? Because I need to show you something inside that needs your help."

Somehow, he was still not picking up what you were implying.

"Baby, I'm on a roll. I just need another hour, maybe two-"

You tugged the hand you were holding between your legs and his eyes widened when he felt the wetness waiting for him there.

"Sorry. Got tired of being subtle," you told him with a playful smirk. He whipped his head around, checking to see if any of the neighbors were out tending to their lawns or enjoying their morning coffee on their patios while his fingers hooked around the soaked material.

You saw in his face the exact moment he realized you were bare underneath your shorts. It was like his brain was buffering, desperately trying to calculate how long he allowed you to stand there practically begging to be fucked while he rambled on about a goddamn garden. The surprise in his features slowly faded into the hazy, lust filled gaze you were so familiar with, and you smiled triumphantly.

"Get your ass inside right fuckin' now before I do somethin' that'll get us both thrown in jail," he growled, something primal shifting in his face while his body flooded with arousal, his need for you dripping heavier in his veins with each steady beat of his heart.

You squeaked and covered your ass when he swat at you from behind, then you hurried past him, back into the house.

Looking back on it, to think you would have made it upstairs to your bedroom was comical. His hands grabbed your hips halfway up the carpeted steps, pulling you down as you laughed giddily and pretended to try to fight off his attack, clawing fruitlessly at the stairs while he smiled into your lower back where his mouth was alternating kisses and bites across your skin.

"You wanted attention, you got it," he mumbled before yanking your shorts down and sinking his teeth into the flesh of your ass. Not enough to really hurt, but enough to make you yelp in surprise and leave a few linear indents in your skin.

Joel usually took his time with you. He preferred it that way. He liked to watch your face as he tormented you between your legs. He liked to see what new sounds he could pull from your throat when he changed an angle.

But not that day.

No, that day he yanked your shorts all the way off, tossing them over his shoulder and down the steps before grabbing your hips with his hands, all rough and sweaty from working outside.

You braced yourself for the inevitable stretch, the welcome yet slightly painful intrusion that you yearned for, but what happened next shocked you.

Your eyes widened and you gasped when you felt his mouth descend on your pussy from behind, his tongue immediately setting an intense pace, which was a change from the way he usually ate you. But speed and passion weren't the only variation. He never, ever went down on you from behind before.

"I- J-Joel, what are... oh," you moaned, eyes fluttering closed as he lapped eagerly at your core. Instinctively, you spread your hips and sunk down further onto his mouth. Your cheek was rubbing harshly against the carpet and your lips were parted, allowing a small trail of drool to trickle down your chin. If you had any awareness left, you might have cared, but the pleasure he was building between your legs left your brain completely numb.

"Oh, fuck yes, Joel - keep going, just like that," you groaned, reaching behind you blindly to grab a fistful of his hair. "Fuck you and that fucking mouth," you gasped when his tongue flatted against your clit. He chuckled against your core but didn't stop. His hand slid up the back of your thigh and gave your cheek a firm jiggle before smacking his palm down across your ass. You jolted forward, your forehead bumping up against the next step, and cried out for more so he did it again, but on the other side.

"You like that?" he panted, pulling away from you for just a moment to catch his breath. You arched your back, giving him a generous view of the mess he left between your legs and he was afraid for the first time ever that he might come completely untouched. He inhaled sharply and pinched the bridge of his nose when he saw your cunt pulse, calling to him like a goddamn siren at sea. "Fuck, so beautiful," he growled before closing his eyes and picking up right where he left off.

His thumbs spread your lips so his tongue could tease your entrance, scooping up your arousal and rutting his hips against the stairs, eating you like he was about to go off to war.

"I'm... oh, shit, Joel!" you exclaimed, pulling at his hair roughly so he wouldn't dare try to stop when you were so close to your climax. And he could sense it. He was good at that. He knew what you needed sometimes before you even knew. So once again, he brought his palm down sharply across your ass, a little harder that time but not too much. Just enough to leave a few seconds of sting, electrifying your nerve endings and pulling you over the edge.

Two tears rolled down your cheeks when you came. The little bit of pain from his hand and the carpet digging into your cheek and knees mixed with your pleasure in such a way that it left you breathless.

Finally, once he felt your legs begin to tremble and whimpers fell from your lips, he pulled away with a deep gasp. His eyes were pinned to the way your pussy looked; all drenched with a combination of his spit and your release, and he cursed under his breath.

"She looks so fuckin' good, baby, wish you could see what I see," he murmured, mesmerized as he continued to stare without any shame. You hardly had any of your senses. Your breath was ragged and your throat was dry but still, you tilted your chin and whispered, "show me."

A wide smile stretched across his face and his eyes lit up.

"Yeah? You'd let me take a picture of this pretty pussy?" he asked, but he was already digging in his back pocket for his phone. You nodded, eyes still closed.

When both his hands left your waist, you arched your back a bit more and spread your legs, presenting yourself to him. You heard a deep groan rumble from his chest and he whispered, "fuckin' natural, baby," before you heard the shutter on his phone. One, two, three times at least you heard the familiar little click, click, then he leaned over your slumped body and slid his phone in front of your face.

"See? Look at you. Look at what I get to see," he murmured into your ear. Your eyes opened and widened as you stared at your wrecked pussy on the screen.

"Oh, wow," you breathed, not expecting at all to find it sexy, but you did. You fucking did. "Look at what you did to me," you said, craning your neck over your shoulder. His eyes flickered with heat and his mouth crashed down onto yours.

"Just wait til I split you open on my cock," he said, his voice rumbling against your back. "Have you all stuffed full with my cum. Now that's a pretty sight."

You groaned and shakily pushed yourself up.

"I'm begging you, please, Joel... do not fuck me on these stairs. My knees are killing me."

He laughed and helped you stand, legs wobbling just a little.

"Nah. I got an idea and we can't do it here."

You laid underneath the covers in bed, your lower half still bare and your tank top still on while you nervously chewed on your lower lip, watching Joel at the foot of the bed tinker with a camcorder he had buried somewhere in his closet that he swore up and down he never used with anyone else.

Never wanted to before, he had said when you eyed it suspiciously after he explained he swiped it from a set when it was used as a prop in one of his films years ago.

"Battery's dead but I'll just leave it plugged in," he said, then he flipped out the little screen tucked into the side of the device and swiveled it around so it was facing out. He set it on his end table and adjusted it until he was satisfied with the angle, then looked over his shoulder with a grin.

"You sure?" he clarified again. Your eyes flickered from him to the camera, then back again.

"Yeah," you squeaked, your voice very clearly betraying you. His gaze softened and he leaned across the bed to press a chaste kiss against your forehead.

"We don't gotta do this," he assured you. "I don't wanna make you uncomfortable."

"No," you replied, shaking your head. "I want to, I'm just nervous."

He scoffed and readjusted himself so he was lying next to you, blocking the idle camera.

"Nothin' to be nervous 'bout. It's just for me 'n you," he murmured before cupping your face and pressing his lips tenderly against yours. When his tongue swiped over your bottom lip, you sighed and looped your arms around his neck, melting into his embrace and deepening the kiss. His hand slid down from your cheek to squeeze your breast, groaning a little when he pinched your nipple through the fabric of your tank top.

His lips dragged down to your jaw, his teeth grazing your throat until he found a spot he liked and latched on while pushing the sheets from your body. The anticipation bubbled up while his hand continued to travel lower, your legs instinctively falling open for him. You finally relaxed when he successfully distracted you with his fingers through your folds and gasped as he slid two inside you with ease.

"Oh, yeah, you're ready for me," he moaned into your neck, his erection bordering on painful. He exhaled shakily when one of your hands wrapped around his length and began to gently stroke him, your palm so soft and warm that he almost forgot about the camera.

"C'mon, baby, sit up f'me," he said, pulling his hand from between your legs and leaning back so he could kick his jeans off. You scrambled to sit, your breaths coming in shallow pants as you watched him tug his shirt over his head. When he reached for the hem of your tank top, he paused and turned to tap the record button on the camcorder. Instantly, your limbs went rigid and your hands fell to your lap, covering yourself, but when he turned back to you he pinched your chin in his fingers, pulling your nervous gaze from the camera lens.

"Eyes on me," he told you, his voice low and deep, sending a shiver down your spine.

You nodded and raised your arms so he could peel off your tank top. He tossed it onto the floor and sat back on his heels to admire the way your tits sat exposed to him, his eyes darkening when your nipples hardened with arousal. He lunged forward and took one in his mouth, his hot, wet tongue lavishing your pebbled skin before switching to the other one. You tipped your head back and moaned, mouth open as you stared up blankly at the ceiling, your fingers rising to get tangled in his hair.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, planting little kisses all over your chest and circling his arms around your ribs, tugging you closer. You wrapped your legs around his waist, trembling when his cock pressed between your bodies, his erection sliding through your wet heat and suddenly you couldn't breathe.

"I-I need you," you whimpered, weakly lifting your hips into his lap.

"I know, baby, I know," he hummed. One hand dropped to cup your ass so he could reposition his legs underneath you, then flexed his hips so the tip of his cock lined up with your opening. "Want me to fuck you just like this? Sittin' in my lap?"

You nodded, your eyelids heavy with desire as you tightened your grip around his neck. The second he pressed into you, you gasped. He watched with adoration as your eyebrows pinched together in concentration, breathing deep and slow as you relaxed and slowly took him.

"Joel," you whispered, jaw slack. "Joel, I love you."

He moaned and pulled your hips flush with his, forcing you to take the last few inches all at once. "I love you, too, baby. Christ, you're incredible. Fuckin' look at you."

Look at you. His words made you remember the camera. Your eyes flickered over to the little rectangular screen, the outline of your bodies perfectly centered, and you swallowed tightly.

"Pretend like it's the mirror," he whispered in your ear as he began to gently rock in and out, "just like the mirror at the hotel, okay?"

You nodded and sighed, your shoulders loosening and your muscles relaxing as you began to roll your hips in rhythm with his. He tightened his grip around your middle, his body engulfing you in warmth. You rested your head on his shoulder as he continued to fuck you nice and slow, stretching you out around him, reaching depths that had you reeling.

This was it. There was nothing else outside those four walls. You had everything you ever wanted right there. The way he kissed you, touched you, made love to you always left you feeling so safe. Deep down, you always knew he was the missing piece in your life, the mysterious thing you kept searching for in others and were always left disappointed. Because nobody else ever loved you and cared for you the way he did.

"I'm so lucky to have you," you told him, your tongue dragging up his neck, collecting the dried sweat with a moan. You began to bounce in his lap a little faster and he immediately matched your pace with thrusts of his own.

"I'm the one who's lucky," he said through clenched teeth. He exhaled heavily through his nose and tucked his chin to his chest so he could watch himself disappear inside your cunt. "So soft. Softest pussy. So fuckin' warm and wet, you feel so good. Goddamnit, every fuckin' time..."

You smiled to yourself as you listened to him ramble. "Maybe we're both lucky."

He chuckled and you gasped when his cock brushed up against that one spot that made you see stars. You feverishly grabbed his face with both hands and bit desperately at his lower lip, pulling it between your teeth and making him groan.

Your body was loose and pliant now, so with more confidence you quickened the roll of your hips, relishing in the way his cock felt dragging in and out of you, how your clit rubbed against the coarse hair at his base, in the noises you managed to pull from his throat each time your skin slapped together.

"Yeah, that's it, baby. Show me what you like. Oh, good girl," he groaned, hands sliding up your back to hold you as you began to lose yourself. He could see it in the look in your eyes and the way your fingers dug into his shoulders.

It was the most beautiful fucking thing.

Your body moved perfectly in tandem with his, your sharp gasps and his deep groans filling the room, the camera long forgotten by now.

"Oh, god, I'm close," you whimpered as you felt the heat that had been building begin to quickly creep up and spread through your stomach. "Oh, fuck. Oh, god... Joel, don't stop, please..." you begged, your breath coming in ragged gasps as your vision began to blur.

"I ain't stoppin'. C'mon, give it to me, lemme feel you," he growled. He snapped steadily into you now, each thrust punctuated by a grunt while his eyes locked on yours, watching with pride as you crumbled and fell apart, your walls squeezing him so beautifully as you came that it nearly pulled him right over the edge with you.

It happened fast. One second you were in his lap, your body tingling with the aftershocks of your orgasm and the next he had pulled out of you and flipped you onto your hands and knees. Only when you felt his thick cock slide back inside did you fully realize you had switched positions. And shit, taking him from that particular angle always was so much more intense, but combined with the fact that your new view included the camera in the corner of your eye made everything so much more powerful.

You could fucking see him now and you couldn't look away, completely entranced with the way his face looked as he slammed into you. His mouth hung open as he looked down at you with what could only be described as complete and utter desire. You could feel his hand running up the length of your spine but you could also see the look of worship in his eye, the way his face twisted in pleasure when he watched your ass ripple from the force of his hips, and you felt a heavy wave suddenly crash over you once again.

"Oh, fuck!" Joel groaned loudly as he watched another orgasm shoot through you. His hands grabbed at your waist to try to keep you still, but you were trembling everywhere and you couldn't hold yourself up any longer.

You fell onto your elbows, the side of your face pressing into the bed while he held up your hips, fucking into you harder now that he could tell you were spent. "I'm gonna come, baby, I'm -" he cut himself off with a desperate whine, the buildup from the past hour or so becoming too much and causing his release to intensify.

Your bodies finally stilled and he pumped you full of his spend, his groans getting caught in his throat as he pulsed inside you. He watched in a daze when his cum started to leak out even though he was still inside, and without thinking, he snatched the camera from the bedside table so he could get a close up.

"Fuckin' hell, baby," he whispered hoarsely, chest heaving and hands shaking as he held the camera at his chest, pointing it down to where you were connected. "So glad you're back on the pill. Fuckin' beautiful, all full of me like this. Shit," he muttered, swiping a finger to collect some of his release to rub it over your clit. With a whine, your body jolted forward and he chuckled before dropping his hand, knowing you were too overstimulated.

"Joel," you whispered tiredly. Your eyelids were heavy and your thighs were shaking from the effort of holding yourself up.

"I know, baby, just one more thing and then I'll clean you up," he promised. He took a deep breath and steadied the camera before slipping out of you.

He made a pained noise in the back of his throat when he watched through the lens the way your body leaked of him, your pussy all swollen and stretched out, completely fucked, messy and used.

"Jesus," he croaked, wishing he could keep filming but your body sagged forward and he stopped the recording before tossing the camera onto the other side of the bed so he could check on you.

"You alright?"

You nodded, eyes closed, lips bitten raw, hair a complete mess but you still wore a satisfied smile.

"Tired. I think I'm gonna just..." you yawned and stretched out your shaky limbs. "Just gonna close my eyes for a sec."

He grinned and stood up to go to the bathroom, plucking a couple clean washcloths from the linen closet and wetting them both under the faucet so he could clean himself up with one and take the other back to you.

"Did you eat?" he asked softly as he gently and carefully dragged the washcloth through your thighs. You shook your head, eyes still closed. "I'm gonna go make you somethin'. Gotta eat, honey," he whispered before kissing the top of your head and covering you with the sheet. But by the time he came back upstairs with a bagel and cream cheese, you were fast asleep.

So you're getting married, then?

Well, he hasn't really asked me, not in so many words.

Four, you mean?

Huh?

Well, that's how many it takes: will you marry me?

Your eyes fluttered open when you heard two familiar voices reciting an even more familiar dialogue from the television, the volume turned down so low, you could hear the neighbor's dog barking from four houses down.

Joel shifted in bed next to you as quietly as he could, unaware you had awoken. You peered up at him, hair all messy, chest still bare, and you smiled when you caught him stifling a laugh at Audrey Hepburn.

"Hey," you said, voice coming out rougher than you expected, so you cleared your throat. He immediately muted the television and turned toward you, grinning as his eyes raked up and down your sleep-addled face.

"Hey, yourself," he said softly. He pushed the hair off your face, letting his thumb linger on your cheek while he continued to examine you closely. "Feelin' okay?"

You nodded and yawned, stretching your sore legs out underneath the blankets. "You fucked me into a coma."

He laughed heartily and rubbed his palm over his chest, embarrassment flushing his bronzed skin.

"But I guess that's what I get for shacking up with a pornstar," you added with a giggle. He tossed his head back and laughed even louder at that and you couldn't resist, his happiness too infectious. You inched forward and nuzzled into his side, his arm dropping to wrap around your shoulders.

When the laughter died down, he gazed lovingly at you and, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear, reminded you, "ex-pornstar, but I suppose old habits die hard, huh?"

"Mm, maybe, but that's okay," you said, tracing light, invisible patterns on his stomach. "It's nothing I can't handle."

He cocked an eyebrow at you and smirked. "Careful, or I might have'ta hold you to that."

"Bring it on, superstar," you whispered before leaning up and pressing a gentle, soft kiss against his mouth. You licked your lips and hummed before looking up at him through your lashes. "Cream cheese?"

"I made you a bagel, but you fell asleep," he admitted, "but figured we could relax the rest of the day. Order in, watch movies... just like we said we would."

"I don't remember saying we would do all that naked," you teased.

"Thought that was implied, baby," he said with a frown. "You shacked up with a pornstar, what'd you expect?"

What did you expect? Did you ever imagine your life would turn out the way it did? Sitting in bed with a sheet wrapped around you, eating Chinese food and watching a Turner Classic Movies marathon with the man of your dreams? You always wished for it; before you met, after you became friends, while you were carrying on an illicit affair, and even when you weren't on speaking terms, you always, always wished for it. But did you ever really think it would come true?

You couldn't really remember, and at that point, it didn't matter. Because you didn't care how you got there, just as long as you were together, you were happy.

You did exactly what he said you would do. You stayed in bed until the sun began to set, wasting the whole day away curled into his side watching old movies and pointing out your favorite parts, exactly the way you used to.

It was around nine when Joel suggested going out for ice cream. Let's get out, stretch our legs and walk along the river, he had said after vowing to finish your vegetable garden the next day.

And on your way out, your hands fused together even while he struggled to lock the door one handed, you looked at the chairs on his porch and smiled to yourself.

"What's that for?" he asked, tapping your cheek lovingly while you walked side by side to his truck.

"Nothing, it's stupid," you told him with a shrug.

"Ain't nothin' you got to say is stupid to me."

You sighed when he let your hand go so you could round the truck and hop into the passenger seat. After you clicked your seatbelt into place, he put the keys in the ignition but waited to turn it on. Instead, he looked at you expectantly with his eyebrows raised.

"Fine," you mumbled, "I'm gonna sound fucking crazy, but... fine."

"Oh, well now this I gotta hear," he said.

You gave him a look before turning in your seat to face him. "The chairs on your porch." He nodded.

"So far, not crazy."

You rolled your eyes. "Remember when I came by to drop off the shirts for the Jack and Jill party?"

He nodded again and you could feel the self-consciousness begin to creep up.

"We weren't on great terms back then. I had just found out you bought a house. I felt like I hardly even knew you anymore. And I was so damn nervous, I didn't want to fuck things up even more than I already had, but when I saw you had two..." You paused when you saw the flicker of understanding cross his face. "I thought you maybe found someone else. I know. It's crazy, like I said."

Joel smiled and reached his hand across the seat to lace together with yours, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.

"Got the second one for you."

Your eyes snapped up to his in surprise.

"What?" you breathed.

He gave you a shrug and tilted his head bashfully. "I was just waitin' for you."

Tears welled in your eyes as you fumbled with the seatbelt, unbuckling yourself so you could stretch your body over to his seat and pull him into a deep kiss.

"I thought I lost you," you whispered against his mouth, and he chuckled.

"You didn't. I was all yours that very first night, sweetheart."

You didn't even try to deny it. He was right. It seemed so obvious now. Why didn't you see it back then? But before you began to mentally chastise yourself for being so bullheaded, you stopped. You couldn't change the past, something you've been learning to accept in therapy for months now, but what you could do was focus on your future. And while you sat next to Joel as he drove towards your favorite ice cream place in town, windows down and stars twinkling in the sky, you smiled because your future together looked pretty damn bright.

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lisanamjoon · 5 months ago

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i was laying on my bed watching the ghost files trailer and the way i shot up into a sitting position when i saw new orleans listed as a date on the tour…. ohmygod

#no one comes to nola anymore #so imagine my utter disbelief #and the tickets are a decent price too?!#oh i’m going to be mad af if i’m not able to go 😭#ghost files

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captainsophiestark · 2 months ago

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Kol Mikaelson Masterlist

TVD/TO Masterlist

Main Masterlist

X - x reader F - Female Reader (otherwise it’s gender neutral) ☀️ - Fluff ✨ - Humor ☁️ - Angst ⭐️ - Author Faves

Newest fics will be at the bottom

Birthmark - F!X ☁️☀️ Y/N finds out she is pregnant, and her boyfriend dumps her over it, so she runs to her best friend Rebekah for comfort. Throughout the process of Rebekah trying to cheer her up, Y/N makes an incredibly discovery about her relationship with a Mikaelson brother she didn’t even know existed.

Returned - X ☁️☀️ Reader and Kol were in love before Jeremy killed Kol. Reader’s been trying to recover from his loss ever since, with basically no success. Reader’s finally decided to give up and move on, and is headed to the Mikaelson compound to tell Kol’s family just that when they get the biggest surprise of their life.

Bad Taste - X ☀️⭐️ Reader’s a friend of the Mikaelsons, and has been living with them in New Orleans for a few years. They’ve had a thing for Kol since first meeting him, but nothing’s ever come of it. However, that might change when reader and Kol get into a music-war and the rest of the Mikaelsons decide they need to step in and do something about it.

Pool Shark - X ☁️☀️ Y/N and Kol have been dating for a while now, but he still hasn’t told them he’s a vampire. A night out on the town (and several lost pool games) might change all that, however, after a run in with some unsavory people in a New Orleans bar.

Pub Trivia Dynasty - X ☁️☀️✨ Y/N and their best friend, Erica, have an impressive win-streak going at their local bar’s pub trivia night. Unfortunately, Erica’s out of town this week, which means Y/N needs a new partner. Thankfully, a vampire boyfriend should be a pretty good substitute. Right?

Ghost Tour - X ☀️✨ Kol and Y/N are dating, and Kol lost a bet they had going. Now, he has to dress up like an old-timey ghost and scare a bunch of tourists as consequences for his loss.

Mad Scientist - X ☀️✨ Kol's dating a scientist who's buried in college-level work and more than ready for a ridiculous, fun version of science for a break.

Miscommunication - X ☁️☀️⭐️ You've finally worked up the courage to ask Kol on a date, but with all the people who've been trying to kill him lately, he jumps to the wrong conclusion about what's being asked of him. Set right after TVD "A View To A Kill", if Jeremy didn't succeed in killing Kol.

We're Good - F!X ☁️☀️ Kol meets Davina and finally seems serious about someone, so his best friend convinces herself to finally let go of her secret crush. But when Kol gets jealous of her paying attention to another guy, what once seemed settled might not actually be finished.

Batting Cages - X ☀️✨ Kol and his spouse are in Denver, trying to find Jeremy Gilbert to help Klaus with his scheme. Unfortunately for Klaus, the couple are still head over heels for each other, and therefore easily distracted.

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et7432 · 1 month ago

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Tourist Trap

Klaus Mikaelson x FEM! OC

Summary: A young woman, new to New Orleans, goes on a vampire tour and unknowingly captivates a mysterious stranger. Drawn to her, he quietly joins the group, his intentions as shadowy as the city itself.

Word Count: 4783

As the evening blanketed New Orleans in an array of soft purples and crimson hues, Eleanor waited for her tour to begin.

The restless woman shifted her weight from foot to foot, her impatience growing as she waited for the tour guide. They were already behind schedule and she couldn't understand why they weren't here yet.

This ritual was sacred to Eleanor, a cherished tradition passed down from her mother. Whenever they found themselves in a new city, they would embark on a supernatural tour, exploring the hidden mysteries and secrets of each place. It was their unique way of getting to know the town better. But this time, Eleanor was going alone for the first time. After graduating college, she had made the bold decision to move to New Orleans, despite her mother's protests about the cost of living there. She couldn't resist the allure of this mysterious city, and she was determined to uncover its secrets on her own. As she walked through the crowded streets, she could feel the energy and history pulsing through every building and alleyway. This was her journey now, and she was ready to embrace it with open arms.

Silent anticipation hung in the air as the tour guide, dressed in a striking gothic black costume adorned with silver chains and spikes, emerged from the shadows. In one hand, they carried a vintage gas lantern that cast a dim flickering light around them. The crowd huddled closer together, eager to hear the stories that were about to be told. The tour guide's dark eyes scanned the group introducing themselves as Madame Esme before starting their eerie tales of ghosts and ghouls lurking in the city's oldest buildings. They spoke with such passion and conviction, it was hard to tell if they were simply acting or truly believed in the supernatural. Either way, they had captured everyone's attention and sparked a sense of curiosity and fear within each person standing before them.

"We can begin this tour of terror, unless you'd rather turn back now. The choice is yours, but once we start, there's no going back," Madame Esme warns with a sly smile.

Eager eyes scanned the surroundings, from left to right and back again, but not a single person dared to break free from the tightly packed crowd. With a commanding voice, Madame Esme spoke, her words hanging in the air like a call to adventure. "Ladies and Gentlemen, it's time to begin our journey." The anticipation was palpable as the group slowly started moving forward, their feet shuffling along in unison, ready for whatever lay ahead.

Underneath the iron lampposts draped with Spanish moss, their silhouettes moved like ghosts themselves. The city's streets seemed to be alive and whispering ancient secrets as they passed a series of grandiose mansions that bore witness to New Orleans' storied past. Eleanor could feel her heartbeat synchronizing with the rhythm of the city; every cobblestone and shuttered window felt mysteriously familiar.

Madame Esme, with a dramatic flourish of her hand, pointed towards an opulent building nestled in one corner. "Beware," she warned in a hushed tone, "for it is said that vampires reside here. One wrong step and you may lose your neck." Laughter rippled through the crowd, some brushing off the warning while others shivered with a mixture of fear and excitement. But Eleanor remained pensively silent, unable to believe in such fantastical creatures despite Madame Esme's tales. The building loomed over them, it's dark windows seeming to hold secrets and dangers within. Eleanor couldn't shake a strange feeling that they were being watched by something unearthly in that moment but she brushed it off as being caught up in the emotions of the tour.

Unbeknownst to her a figure had silently been watching them from his perch on a dark wrought iron balcony above Klaus was watching everything unfold. His lips unfurled into a smirk at Madame Esme’s comment - He couldn't recall the last time someone had even dared to come within arm's reach. It had been so long that he almost forgot what it felt like to have a neck in danger of being lost. Almost.

He lifted the heavy crystal whiskey glass to his lips, the liquid inside a deep red that matched the coating on his tongue. The aroma of iron and alcohol filled his nostrils as he took a sip, relishing in the taste of fresh blood against his palate.

Klaus had grown accustomed to seeing Madame Esme, the self-proclaimed master of fables and tales, weave falsified stories about his kind. He absentmindedly glanced down at a brochure that a tourist held in his hand, advertising 'Vamp Nights: A Nocturnal Tour'. His interest was piqued even further by the irony of it all - unsuspecting tourists eagerly signing up for a tour of ghostly haunts, completely unaware that they were currently sharing space with one such entity in the darkness just beyond their reach. With a wry smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, Klaus marveled at how easily fiction blended with reality in this world of illusions and make-believe.

Madame Esme's voice rang out over the eager crowd, her words dripping with both fear and fascination.

The woman spreads her arms towards the shadowy establishment before them, a twisted grin spreading across her lips. "This," she hisses, her voice laced with excitement, "is where they come to quench their thirst for blood." She pauses, relishing in the shock and fear radiating from her companions. "A den of monsters," she spits, her eyes blazing with sinister glee as she awaits their reaction.

As she leaned in closer, her voice lowered to a hushed tone, “They snatch people off the streets and drain them of their blood, keeping them as personal supply.” Eleanor's eyes widened with both fear and fascination at the thought.

Whispers rippled through the onlookers as they imagined the eerie reality of such a place, a shiver running down their spines. The air was thick with anticipation and a hint of danger, making it impossible to look away from the mysterious building in front of them.

A smirk dances on Klaus's face, his brows arching in amusement at the woman's dramatic display. She is cluelessly trapped in an outdated narrative - one where vampires are savage beasts that prey on unsuspecting humans. The reality, however, is far more complex and intriguing: they are not only astute hunters but also charismatic leaders who have human followers willingly sacrificing their blood. He chuckles lightly, his teeth grinding subtly as he resists the temptation to reveal his fangs in response to her ignorance.

Klaus's gaze swept over the throng of humans, a sea of faces blurring into insignificance. His attention was abruptly arrested as it landed on a woman standing slightly apart from the crowd. Her long hair shimmered like molten gold under the dim lights, flowing down her back in soft waves that danced with every slight movement she made. An ethereal aura seemed to surround her, setting her apart from the rest of the mortal beings around her.

She was different, he noted. It wasn't just her physical appearance but something more profound and alluring. The way she listened to every tale spun by their guide held an intensity that suggested a deep thirst for knowledge rather than fear or mere curiosity. Each question she asked was laced with genuine wonderment, not dread or apprehension like most humans who learned about his kind.

Humans were fleeting creatures to Klaus, their lives mere blinks in his eternal existence. Yet this woman had ensnared his attention in a way no one else ever had before. She seemed trapped within an hourglass frame and time stopped for him at that moment.

Suddenly, he realized that the tour group had moved on without him and he was left alone amidst the pulsing nightlife of New Orleans. He felt an unfamiliar pang of disappointment as he lost sight of the golden-haired woman amidst the crowd.

Driven by an inexplicable urge to find her again, Klaus pushed through a room filled with his kind indulging in their dark desires - vampires quenching their thirst with human blood - completely oblivious to his presence or his sudden departure.

He emerged onto the crowded streets of New Orleans, searching for that unique aura among mundane mortals. He didn't understand why he was doing this; it went against everything he stood for and yet there he was – hunting not for blood but for a connection with someone who intrigued him beyond comprehension.

Through the labyrinth of blues bars and vibrant street performances, he strode with unswerving devotion. Bourbon Street drank him down in a dizzying frenzy of painted ladies, giggling tour groups clutching frosty Hurricanes - their lurid green glows deepening the shadows beneath cast-iron balconies bursting with flowers.

In the midst of blaring horns and crowded streets, Klaus’s heart beat in time with a familiar melody - hers. As he walked, the sound pulsed through his veins like a clock maker fine-tuning his masterpiece. It was her music, more powerful than any band playing in dimly lit clubs, that filled him with a sense of urgency to find her again.

The streets of New Orleans were alive with the sounds of jazz and the chatter of tourists. Ignoring the distractions, he pressed forward, his focus solely on finding her. He navigated through the crowded sidewalks with determination, his eyes scanning every face for a glimpse of this woman. The warm air was thick with the scent of Cajun spices and sweat, but he hardly noticed as he weaved through the excited crowds in anticipation of their reunion.

With a sly grin, he searched the crowd until his eyes landed on her - the stunning beauty among the tour group. He effortlessly maneuvered his way into their midst, determined to make her his for the night.

As Klaus approached the woman, he spoke in a hushed tone, his words dripping with insincerity.

"I hate that I’m late to this," he lied trying to sound disappointed, causing her to abruptly spin around and face him. Eleanor's heart fluttered as she caught sight of the man before her - unbelievably attractive, with his perfectly styled blond hair gelled into place, long and luscious eyelashes framing his piercing gaze, and plump red lips that seemed to beckon for a kiss.

His alluring accent rolled off his tongue, a hint of English in his seductive tone - her absolute favorite. She couldn't help but admire his sharp jawline and chiseled features, which were accentuated by the dim light of the street lamps. Her expression betrayed her thoughts as she struggled to maintain her composure in the presence of this handsome stranger.

He caught her eye, a sly smile playing on his lips. She couldn't help but take in every inch of him, her gaze lingering on his toned muscles. He knew she was admiring him, just as he had hoped she would.

Her words tumbled out in a tangled mess, laced with unmeaning accusations and judgement. "Are you meant to be a part of this tour tonight?" she queried, the words escaping her lips in an unplanned rush. Klaus merely inclined his head affirmatively.

"I generally steer clear of such expeditions - they strike me as rather trivial," he confessed, his voice carrying a note of nonchalance. He paused for effect before adding, "But then again, who's to say? Perhaps there's a grain of truth lurking beneath these tales," he suggested with a smoothness that belied the uncertainty of his statement. Despite his nonchalant demeanor, Eleanor couldn't shake off the feeling that something wasn't right about this man’s behavior.

"I forgot to introduce myself," he suddenly spoke again, his voice soft yet confident. "I'm Klaus."

His words caught her off guard and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for judging him so quickly. She hadn't even offered her own name in return.

"Eleanor," she replied curtly, not wanting to give him any indication that she found him charming. But her facade didn't seem to faze Klaus as he flashed her a charming smile.

"Beautiful name for a beautiful woman," he said with a wink, causing Eleanor's cheeks to flush with heat. She could feel her resolve weakening under his gaze and it frustrated her.

As the tour group continued down the old, winding streets, Eleanor scoffed and rolled her eyes. She traced her fingers along the rough edges of the ancient stone buildings, feeling their weight and solidity beneath her fingertips. "These stories must be made up," she said with a dismissive huff to the handsome stranger walking next to her. The tour guide's voice droned on in the background as she shook her head in disbelief. "It's all just for show," she muttered, unimpressed by the supposed history of the city.

Klaus's voice was laced with equal skepticism as he challenged her, "Why do you doubt the existence of Vampires?" His hand brushed against hers and for a moment, a shiver ran down her spine as if confirming that they were indeed surrounded by centuries of legends and secrets.

Eleanor raised an eyebrow, surprised by his direct question. "Well, for starters, vampires are creatures of fiction. They don't actually exist," she replied confidently, crossing her arms over her chest.

Klaus chuckled softly, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement. "Is that so love? And yet you're on a tour about the supposed hauntings and legends of New Orleans."

Eleanor felt a slight flush creep up her neck as she realized the irony in her argument. But she quickly composed herself and retorted, "I'm here for the history and culture of this city, not for silly tales."

Klaus tilted his head to the side, studying her with a seemingly genuine interest. "But don't you find it fascinating? The possibility that there could be supernatural beings living among us?"

Eleanor rolled her eyes again, feeling annoyed at how easily he seemed to be taunting her beliefs. "There's no proof of that," she argued stubbornly.

Klaus chuckled again and leaned in closer to whisper in her ear. "Perhaps I can show you some proof myself," he said with a hint of seduction in his tone.

Eleanor's heart skipped a beat at his words and she couldn't help but feel drawn to him despite her better judgment. But she quickly shook off the feeling and scoffed at him. "Please, spare me your cheesy lines."

Klaus simply grinned at her response and straightened up his back as they walked in sync. They continued walking through the streets, Klaus kept provoking Eleanor with subtle hints about the existence of vampires and other supernatural creatures. Despite herself, Eleanor found herself listening intently to everything he said and secretly enjoying their banter, basically ignoring the tour all together.

Madame Esme's swift footsteps came to an abrupt halt in front of a grand mansion nestled within the French quarter. Its tall, foreboding structure seemed to loom over them, its darkened windows appearing as ominous eyes peering into the hearts of those who dared to approach it. The group huddled closer together, whispers of fear and curiosity passing through them like a wave.

"I hope everyone has enjoyed this tour," Madame Esme announced, her voice carrying a hint of finality. "For this will be our last stop for the evening." Disappointed murmurs spread throughout the crowd as they exchanged glances with one another. Klaus and Eleanor, lost in their own world, seemed to have missed the announcement. But Madame Esme was not one to tolerate rudeness and cleared her throat loudly, causing Eleanor to jump in embarrassment at being caught so blatantly absorbed in Klaus' company. The grand mansion before them exuded an air of mystery and intrigue.

The mansion's weathered brick exterior was cloaked in a luxuriant tapestry of Spanish moss, which had been permitted to flourish freely over countless seasons and generations. The grand balconies of ornate cast iron, reminiscent of the French Quarter's distinct architecture, reached out towards the endless expanse of cerulean sky above, seeming to puncture it as they offered refuge for a multitude of twittering songbirds. There was a cryptic charm about this place - an immense shadowiness veiled behind extravagant affluence. A sudden hush descended upon them all, which only served to amplify their senses - each murmuring zephyr through the semi-exposed trees encircling the mansion resounded more ominously against Eleanor's already amplified anticipation.

Her eyes, having returned from celestial heights, locked onto Klaus's. His gaze sparkled with a devilish allure, hidden beneath thick, dark lashes. It was as if he possessed the power to peer into her very essence, yet he cloaked himself in an intoxicating veneer of respectability. The tension between them was palpable; a delicious dance of desire and restraint.

"Let me introduce you..." Madame Esme finally broke free amidst rising tension catching hold onto speculations threading hushed conversations running wild intruding excited chatter cutting abruptly silent among tour members caught off guard "...to Maison de la Lune Sang," she gestured grandiosely toward towering formidable sight casting long vague shadows farther than eye can fathom "the jewel crown keeping New Orleans' unnatural history alive."

Her voice takes on a hypnotic tone, luring both locals and tourists alike with each word. Every breath is held captivated as she speaks, her eyes shining with an otherworldly intensity. "Legend has it," she begins, drawing in her audience closer, "that this property still belongs to a family of ancient vampires. They have maintained ownership for centuries." The crowd leans in, entranced by the tale of immortal beings who have walked among them for generations.

Eleanor's lips curl into a smirk, her arms folding across her chest as the tour guide's words wash over her. "Here we go again," she murmurs, her voice laced with an enticing mix of cynicism and amusement.

"Still not a believer?" Klaus' voice is low and husky beside her, his words dripping with playful challenge. His laughter rumbles in his chest, a sound that sends a shiver down Eleanor's spine.

"I refuse to succumb to such absurd fantasies," she murmurs, her voice dripping with a beguiling self-assurance that electrifies the space separating them. A wave of anticipation surges through Klaus, an untamed yearning to shatter her skepticism regarding the reality of vampires. The delicate enchantress is perilously near his tantalizing trap. Madame Esme continues the tale of a supposed vampire family. “The bloodline dates back to the first recorded history of New Orleans. They are said to dwell

within these imposing walls during the day, appearing after the sun sets to wander amongst mortals.”

Shivers broke out amongst the crowd, even while some laughed dismissively at the notion.

Eleanor spared a sideways glance at Klaus, his face impassive, a perfectly crafted mask of indifference. Yet his eyes glinted with a challenge and beneath the cool facade, there simmered an intensity that was impossible for Eleanor to ignore. Without realizing it, she found herself holding her breath as he turned his gaze towards her.

"You're not scared, are you?" He teased her lightly, his lips stretching into a half-smirk that seemed to hold secrets only he knew.

Eleanor rolled her eyes and crossed her arms tighter across her chest, feigning exasperation. And yet there was a tiny prickle of excitement tickling at the back of her mind. A sense of danger intermixed with adventure was playing out right in front of her.

"I'm not a believer of tall tales," she replied, meeting his gaze head-on.

"Ah!" His laughter echoed through the silence that had fallen over the crowd. "But tales always hold some measure of truth."

Eleanor met his assertion with a skeptical huff just as Madame Esme resumed speaking about an unfortunate history of mysterious disappearances and events surrounding the mansion. Strangely enough, with every passing minute under the eerie shadows of Maison de la Lune Sang and under the addictive spell of Klaus's presence, Eleanor found that she wasn't quite ready to return to sanity and reason just yet. Maybe because it was all too unreal, or maybe because reality was too dull in comparison.

Something about this night, about the strange tales, and the captivating stranger beside her made her feel more alive than she had felt in a long time.

"And so," Madame Esme halted, allowing a heavy silence to fill the room as tangible as fog rolling in from the bayou. She pivoted, her gaze piercing through the wide-eyed crowd held in her thrall, a cunning grin playing at the edge of her mouth. "Keep your wits about you, my dear ones. This city is more than just a pulsating heart of jazz and sweet beignets. Hidden beyond these weathered walls are entities that defy our understanding." Her words sent a shock wave through those gathered, many gripping their companions tighter, their minds spinning into an abyss of potential horrors lurking in the twilight's gloom. “Let’s pray for an uneventful night and accept my thanks for embarking on this moon-drenched exploration of New Orleans’ vampire lore.” The crowd cheered for her as she took a bow. Some people began to disperse while others lingered, chatting excitedly about the tales they had heard.

Eleanor scoffed once more but this time there was a noticeable lack of conviction in it. She turned towards Klaus, ready to refute the ridiculous folklore presented to them only to freeze mid-sentence. Klaus had been watching her intently throughout Madame Esme's tale and his gaze was unsettlingly intense. It wasn’t the playful banter that had been their game since they met earlier. This was different- darker and more dangerous.

"Still not a believer?" He repeated his question earlier, his voice dropping into a whisper that sent an involuntary shiver down Eleanor’s spine. His facial expression was impossible to decipher adding another layer of intrigue to his already mysterious persona.

“Why are you so eager for me to believe?” Eleanor asked, her doubts shadowing her tone. Her insides jumbled at the slight curl of his lips- a smile that was far from innocent but dangerously inviting.

“Because,” Klaus paused, leaning in so close that Eleanor could feel his breath fan across her face. She held her breath, the rational part of her screaming to step back, but something about his magnetic aura kept her rooted in place. "Sometimes," he continued in a faint whisper, "truth is stranger than fiction, dear Eleanor."

As he withdrew from their intimate closeness, leaving Eleanor staggeringly breathless in his wake, the grand old mansion looked more ominous than ever against the backdrop of the darkening sky where stars had begun to twinkle.

"Why linger, Eleanor?" Klaus' voice was a low, sultry murmur, each syllable enclose around her like wisps of smoke. His eyes, dark and bewildering, held hers with a teasing dare. "If you're so certain all this is mere fantasy, why haven't you made your exit yet?"

A devilish grin traced itself onto Klaus's face, his eyes glinting with an almost predatory mischief. "Could it be," he drawled out, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down Eleanor's spine, "that you're secretly pining for a glimpse of the supernatural?"

Eleanor chuckled lightly, her heart pounding in her chest as she met his gaze. The intensity in his eyes was magnetic, pulling her in. "Perhaps I am," she admitted, her voice barely more than a whisper.

As he took a step closer, Eleanor could feel the heat of his presence engulfing her. The air crackled with tension, and she found herself unable to look away from him. His hand reached out, gently trailing a finger along her jawline, sending shivers down her spine.

"Do you want to experience what it’s like?" Klaus's voice was a low, sultry murmur that caressed the night air. Eleanor felt her heart flutter, racing to beat out a rhythm wild as untamed horses at his enticing proposition. "Experience what?" she managed to stutter, her words punctuated by an uneasy titter that slipped through her lips. A cocktail of fear and thrill bubbled within her, its intoxicating essence coursing through her veins like a vintage wine.

A wickedly charming smile curved Klaus's lips, his eyes shimmering under the moon's silver glow.

With a speed that was both startling and thrilling, he had Eleanor pinned against the coarse brick wall bordering the imposing mansion. Eleanor’s heart pounded in her chest as she tried to process his vampire quickness which left her both stunned and electrified.

The others on the tour were long gone, leaving them completely alone at this moment.

A soft, ethereal glow emanated from Klaus's eyes, transforming them into molten pools of gold that left her breathless. "This... this can't be possible," Eleanor whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and fascination.

Klaus leaned in closer, his enticing scent enveloping her. A smirk played on his lips as he murmured, "And yet, my dear Eleanor, you've spent the entire evening insisting that such enchantments belong only in fairy tales." His words were a seductive caress against her skin, making her heart flutter uncontrollably.

As Klaus's lips hovered tantalizingly close to Eleanor's, a rush of conflicting emotions surged through her. Fear mingled with an inexplicable thrill, sending a jolt of anticipation down her spine. She was acutely aware of the dangerous allure Klaus possessed, a magnetism that seemed to draw her closer despite the warning bells ringing in her mind.

With a sudden clarity, Eleanor realized that she was teetering on the edge of a precipice, caught in a dance between reality and fantasy, between the mundane world she knew and the seductive unknown Klaus represented. The air around them crackled with an undeniable tension, a palpable energy that seemed to bind them together in a web of anticipation and desire.

As Klaus's gaze burned into hers, a silent question hung between them, unspoken yet understood. In that suspended moment, Eleanor made a choice, a daring leap of faith into the unknown depths of her own desires.

Eleanor closed the gap between them in one quick movement, her mouth meeting his in a passionate kiss. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess as Klaus's lips devoured hers. She could feel his body heat radiating onto her, his controlled yet intense movements sending both exhilaration and fear through her body.

As she felt Klaus pull back slightly, searching her eyes for any sign of hesitation, Eleanor was powerless to resist him. The alluring spell he had cast over her was too strong to break.

With a low growl of satisfaction, Klaus deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth with an intoxicating skill. Eleanor's senses were overwhelmed as she lost herself in the heady rush of pleasure, her hands instinctively tangling in Klaus's hair.

Eleanor felt the solid strength of Klaus's torso through the thin fabric of his shirt, a tantalizing pressure that ignited an intoxicating thrill within her. As they pressed into each other, the world around them seemed to dissolve into irrelevance, their feverish hunger for each other consuming all else.

Just when she felt as if she was about to be engulfed by this overwhelming desire, Klaus pulled away with a suddenness that left Eleanor gasping for breath and grappling to regain her equilibrium. Confusion clouded her mind as she tried to comprehend what had just transpired between them.

A deep, amused chuckle resonated from the depths of Klaus's chest, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous light. "Oh, Eleanor," he teased, a playful grin dancing on his lips. "You were so adamant about not believing in vampires. Did you really think I wouldn't rise to the occasion?"

At his words, an understanding washed over Eleanor - this was all part of Klaus's tantalizing game. Even though she realized she was being cunningly manipulated like a pawn in his supernatural world, she found herself powerless against the magnetic pull of his captivating gaze.

Klaus's eyes twinkled with an impish spark as he leaned in closer once more. His voice was as smooth as aged whiskey as he murmured into her ear, "Shall we continue our little escapade?" The sensation sent tremors rippling down her spine like icy droplets cascading down sun-warmed skin.

She knew she should resist, protect herself from the unknown depths of Klaus's world, but a part of her longed to surrender to the intoxicating pull he exuded.

With a soft gasp, Eleanor found herself nodding in silent agreement, her lips parting in anticipation of what was to come. Klaus's grin widened, a predatory glint flickering in his eyes as he took her hand, leading her through the mansion's iron gate.

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Beauty From Darkness Part 2

Word Count: 2919

Pairings: Louis x Lestat, Armand x Reader

Summary: The interview brought forth feelings that had been long surpressed in the group. You all start working through wrongs and towards some kind of peace.

The interview had ushered in a new era for the Vampires of the group. Pain and hurt became the forefront of their thoughts; whether it was their own hurt or that which they had caused. The only two largely unaffected had been You and Louis, who had already begun processing.

For Armand, there was a fist full of pills for him to swallow. He had found himself without a lie to hide behind. He was exposed; he was utterly surrounded by pain and suffering, some he had directly caused and some he had just made worse. He took time to process the pain he had caused Louis in Paris and further throughout their time together. He thought about all of the things he had done to Lestat, most of which he decided had not been warranted.

Lestat was feeling the weight of every failed relationship, boiled down to his first. His lack of emotional awareness smacking him in the face. He would drown in it. Lestat was good at many things; apologies were never one of those things.

While Armand and Lestat stewed in their respective wrong doings, you and Louis were left caring for their emotional turmoil and pulling your hair out. Armand had developed a habit of being clingy and trying to reassure himself that you loved him. Lestat was ever the drama queen; sprinkling the whoa is me act on a little too thick for Louis’ liking. By the end of the week, it was decided that something had to be done.

One night, seemingly out of the blue to Lestat, you called to him; summoning him. He had gone home to New Orleans after the interview and your tour had brought you to Miami, not far for vampires to travel. Armand had wanted to go with you; Marius had to physically hold him back. You met Lestat on a deserted beach.

You weren’t sure how to begin once he arrived, over two hundred years, you still didn’t know what to say to him. He looked so broken standing on that beach. His eyes were already full of tears. You looked to the ocean separating you from your prison of so long ago now. It would hurt you both, no matter where you began.

“Do you know what you did,” you turned to face him. “I don’t mean your actions, but the consequences of them.” you watched him shift like he wanted to run away from this, but he knew you both needed this. He'd be damned if he denied you again. He shook his head.

“I was afraid when my parents sold me out. I was alone. Raised with the knowledge that I was nothing without a husband. I was hopeful when they told me I was to marry you. I had endless possibilities floating in my head; I would be a wife, maybe a mother. Maybe we would go off on our own with our little family and lead lives worth remembering.” you stopped, your next admission would forever be a sore spot for you. “I always wanted to be a mother. I was promised to a handsome young man; I could almost see them and they were the most beautiful things in the world. But I was not made into a wife or mother. I was reduced to garbage and thrown away. The ghost in the castle walls. A prison I would never hope to escape and married to my jailer.” Lestat took half a step towards you until you motioned for him to stay.

“My only peace was Gabrielle and my walks. She stayed with me on long days alone and taught me to read so that I may find the escape she had. On my walks, I could almost imagine I was home. Free and unburdened. You probably do not remember running into me in her library, that day, nine years after our wedding.” he looked at you.

“I do remember.” he whispered, hanging his head in shame.

“I could not reconcile that handsome gentleman with the boy who humiliated me at the wedding and then roughly discarded me after claiming me. It broke my heart all over again. You were on my mind for two years after that. I would imagine running into you and we would talk. You’d fall in love with me and I wouldn’t be alone. I know you watched me from afar. I always prayed you would approach, but you never did. Then every night I would relive my wedding, your words echoed in my ears until I woke up in the morning.” Lestat fell to his knees in the sand.

“I got free though. I had gone for a walk after dinner, which I was forced to take in my room every night. It wasn’t dark yet when I left and I hadn’t intended to be out very long, just some fresh air before bed. But I got distracted watching the moon rise and the stars were stunning that night. Marius found me. At first he planned on just killing me, but he is the collector of beautiful things, he took me away with him.” Lestat was listening closely to the story; he had never stopped wondering how you had died, then after discovering you were a vampire, he was no less interested in your story.

“I was loved for the first time in my life. I was happy to be surrounded by those beautiful stars. The smell of Marius’ paints. The feeling of the sheet music in my hands. The sounds of my life filling the air in those dark hours. I was finally at peace.” You paused and studied Lestat for a long moment.

“Then you approached, seeking Marius. Marius knew that there would be no more peace for me there, so he sent me way. My only task was to experience the joys of the world. But I was alone again. I was angry with you for robbing me yet again.” Lestat shook his head, crying. He had done far more to you than he could have imagined.

“I went to Paris. I had been taught to announce my presence and that is just what I did. Armand was the vampire who greeted me in Paris. You had asked how I was with; how did you put it? A Gremlin like Armand? That would be because he was my first love. He was my companion for ten amazing years. I could have stayed with him forever there among the theater walls; we only parted because I refused to join the coven which infuriated the others. He sent me away so that they wouldn’t kill me.” He understood Armand in a way he had not before; he had set you free. He hadn’t been selfish with you.

“He has been in my corner all along. But I didn’t call you here just to list all the ways in which you have wronged me. Though it was important that you heard them. I called you here for two things, which I will only say once under these stars and then never again. First, I forgive you for all the things you knowingly did and the things you did without knowledge. Secondly, Thank you. If things had gone differently, I wouldn’t have been found by Marius. I wouldn’t have found Armand. Most importantly, I wouldn’t have found myself.” You approached him this time and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“I mourned your death. I knew it was too late, but I knew then what I had done. Gabrielle was so full of rage towards me. I’ve carried this with me for two hundred and thirty-seven years, I never once thought I would get the chance to apologize to you. I thought a lot about the girl in the library. Her beauty, her quiet nature. When mother told me it had been you, it killed me. I had asked about you repeatedly, but I was told to stay away from you. I understand now that Gabrielle was trying to protect you from me. But I wanted to talk to you. I never thought to hope that I could be forgiven for what I did to you. And for what I did, I can never express how sorry I am.” you nodded and gave him a hug.

“I have a proposition for you, Lestat.” you said from your place in the hug. “We didn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell before. We were doomed before it began; let’s not squander our second chance. I would be honored to count you as my friend.” Lestat answered you by tightening the hug, he was crying, but so much seemed to have been lifted from his shoulders. You both stayed on that beach for hours watching the stars dance overhead. You parted that night as friends.

The next night, Louis called to you again. Apparently Lestat had come home and apologized for everything he had ever done. Every harsh word. Every lie. Every ignored feeling he had ignored; he had listed them all out and apologized individually for each action. He went on to tell Louis about you and all the things he had done to you. Louis couldn’t believe that you had forgiven it all. He was even more amazed that after everything, you still wanted to be friends with him.

“Your turn, Louis. Don’t let it fester like we did.” He knew that you meant Armand. The last vampire on the planet that he wanted to see.

Louis chose New Orleans as the theater for their meeting. Armand clung to you and told you over and over how much he loved you. It was like a soldier leaving home for battle. Maybe that was how this felt to Armand. You weren’t worried, Louis had promised not to kill Armand.

Louis was already in Jackson Square by the time Armand finally arrived. He gestured to the bench beside him. Armand sat at the other end and turned to face Louis. Louis just sat there for a while, letting Armand stew for a bit.

“You can relax, I didn’t call you here to die. I wanted to clear the air.” Armand relaxed at the notion of going home.

“I wanted to apologize for the things I have done to you. First, I am sorry for trying to make you turn Madeline, I am sorry that while you were uncomfortable with the situation, I gave you shit for it. I am sorry that I made you feel like you had to choose me or the coven. I am sorry that you were always made to feel like my second choice, always backseat to my hallucinations of Lestat. I am sorry that you felt that I chose Claudia over you. And then I am sorry for these past seventy-seven years, all the shit I said and did to you out of anger. I am sorry. If I had done things differently, maybe we would have been alright.” Louis was truly sorry for his behavior for much of his existence and all of the people he had her with it.

“I accept your apologies, Louis. And I myself have much to apologize for. I am sorry that I drove a wedge between you and Claudia. I am sorry that I allowed my jealousy to take her from you. I am sorry that my reaction was that if I couldn’t have you then no one could. I am sorry for every lie and manipulation since then. I am sorry that I killed Daniel and then abandoned him after you told me not to touch him. I am sorry I didn’t see sooner that I acted like a child, breaking my toys when I didn’t get my way.” Louis nodded.

“I accept that you are apologizing. But I cannot forgive you right now; and I am not sure I ever will. I know Claudia wouldn’t either. I can’t forgive the years you let me hate Lestat for something he didn’t do.” his fist was balled up, but he had a promise to keep. “All I can say to you now is that you can rest assured you won’t have to look for me over your shoulder. You have (Y/N) to thank for that. You better not hurt her.” Louis stood and extended a hand to Armand. A truce. It was more that anyone had expected to come from this.

He called to you as soon as Louis left. Despite the fact that only Louis had been forgiven, it was a start and a move in the right direction. You were all intermingled with each other, and voicing the hurt was slowly making way for a new beginning. You were also glad to hear that Louis wasn’t actively plotting Armand’s death. He wanted to come home, but he had unfinished business in New Orleans. You were already on your way to him.

Lestat and Armand moved to the parlour as soon as you arrived; this left you and Louis trapped in the kitchen. You shut your minds off out of respect for the conversation happening in the other room. This also gave you and Louis a chance to sit and socialize in person for once.

Lestat sat down and waited for Armand to begin. He didn’t feel like he had much to apologize for. He had decided to hear Amrand out first and then he would apologize if he felt like it.

“Lestat. I have done a great many things to you over these years. All from a place of anger I no longer recognize. I killed your fledgling, not for any particular reason other than to inflict pain on you and Louis. I could have stopped it after you saved Louis, but I still wanted to hurt you. To break you the way I felt broken. I proceeded to keep your companion from you because you had ruined my plans. I deeply regret keeping Louis from you. I did not understand Love. I only knew loneliness and I wanted you to feel it. I know now what I did to you. I am profoundly sorry for that. I am also sorry for dragging Claudia and Madeline into the plan and ruining their chances at love too.” he paused and Lestat cut in.

“You killed two fledglings and took away two companions.” he corrected to Armand’s confusion.

“I did not kill two fledglings?” Armand could not think of any other fledgling he could have killed.

“Nicholas de Lenfent.” Lestat spit in outrage. You and Louis paused your conversation when you heard Lestat yell.

“I have done many things, killing him is not one of them. Lestat, you can read my mind if you want, but I tell you honestly, I did not kill Nicki. He killed himself. He spiraled out of control after you left. He played his violin manically at all hours, he revealed his vampire nature to mortals regularly, and he attacked people out on the street unprovoked. I locked him away in the theater to protect him. I admit that I took his hands for a few days, but when I returned them, he composed a stack of new work and demanded we hold a sabbat in his honor. When I refused, he threatened to burn down the theater with everyone inside. So, we held the sabbat. He started dancing wildly around the flames and then he danced into the flames. It was a horror to witness.” Lestat was horrified about Nicki’s final act. He had held that anger for years and it was placed on the wrong person.

“I am sorry for leaving so suddenly.”Lestat started.”I took your way of life, flipped it upside down, learned what I could and then left you with my regret.” Lestat regretted turning Nicki. He should have let him go.

“I forgave you for the Children of Darkness.” Armand said softly.

“Just not for leaving.” Armand nodded. “We would have ended badly.”

“Perhaps, but you were my first love and I needed you in this new life you had built.” Lestat pondered the connection of every failed relationship.

“It was never me you needed.” he looked at the door separating them from their companions. “Armand, you have done the one thing I could not. You have loved her in all the ways she deserves. I will never forgive you for Paris, but thank you for loving her.” Armadn nodded and smiled towards the door.

“I know she forgave you. I don’t know how she did it. I don’t know how such beauty has thrived in the darkness. For what I’ve done, I don’t understand how she loves me.” Lestat shrugged.

“I’m glad she did. And I’m glad she does. You are better with her.” your laughter filled the air over something Louis had said. Both men smiled for different reasons. Armand was smiling at the joy of his love. Lestat, it was a sound he had never heard before and one he never thought he would hear. They raised to join the fun. They found you both eating chocolate ice cream; it was all over Louis’ face and you were laughing so hard you were crying.

After you regained composure, which took awhile since every time you looked at Louis, you’d lose it again, you suggested you all go to San Francisco. You wanted to check in on Daniel. Armand had one last piece of unfinished business. Everything was looking up.

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