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Festive Frustration

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{Elijah Mikaelson x Reader} When a chaotic Mikaelson Christmas party threatens Elijah’s carefully curated elegance, it’s up to you to remind him that some messes are worth embracing.

♡♡Happy Fluffmas♡♡

839 words - Warnings: flufffff, holiday party chaos, frustrated Elijah, spiked drinks, Klaus-induced pandemonium && soft dances under twinkling lights...

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You could tell Elijah was upset. His jaw was tight, and he kept flicking his cufflinks, a sure sign that he was done with the chaos around him. The Mikaelson Christmas party, which started as a refined and intimate event, had spiraled into something else entirely.

The decorations, once perfect, were either being knocked over or trampled on. The music had gone from Christmas classics to the tasteless modern ones you knew he disliked. To top it all off, someone had spilled wine on the rug, and Elijah’s patience was hanging on by a thread.

He stood by the Christmas tree, his shoulders stiff, glaring at a woman who nearly knocked over a tray of glasses.

You sighed, knowing you couldn’t let him stew in his frustration all night. He needed a drink and a distraction. Preferably one that involved you.

Grabbing a glass of whiskey from the bar, you wove through the crowd toward him. His face softened slightly when he saw you, though his frustration was still obvious.

“Hello, my love,” he greeted, his voice warm but strained.

“I thought you might need this,” you said, handing him the glass.

He took it, downing the drink in one go. You winced as his grip tightened around the glass, wondering if he’d accidentally shatter it.

“Thank you,” he murmured, setting the empty glass on a nearby table and running a hand through his hair.

You glanced around the room. The noise was deafening, and the elegant ambiance Elijah had worked so hard to create was long gone. “This isn’t quite what you had in mind, huh?”

Elijah’s lips twitched, though it wasn’t quite a smile. “It’s mayhem,” he muttered. His eyes followed Kol, who was enthusiastically encouraging two guests to drink from the now-spiked punch bowl.

“It’s not that bad,” you said, trying to sound optimistic. “At least people are having fun.”

“If this is your idea of fun, I fear we have very different definitions of the word,” he replied dryly.

You laughed softly, but before you could respond, a loud burst of laughter and squeals erupted from the dance floor. Both of you turned toward the commotion to see Klaus spinning two blondes in opposite directions while a third clung to him, laughing uncontrollably.

Klaus was in his element, his face lit with mischief as he orchestrated the chaos. The women stumbled, colliding into other dancers, who then spilled their drinks, creating even more pandemonium.

“Of course,” Elijah muttered under his breath.

One of the blondes, clearly emboldened by alcohol, attempted to climb onto Klaus’s back. He caught her effortlessly, grinning like the devil himself as he twirled her around, nearly taking out a nearby couple.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it. “He’s having a great time.”

“At my expense,” Elijah muttered.

The music changed to an obnoxiously loud dance remix of Jingle Bells and Klaus raised his arms triumphantly, shouting, “Now this is a party!” The room erupted in cheers, as though Klaus himself had blessed the event.

Elijah pinched the bridge of his nose. “I cannot believe I share blood with that man.”

“Come on,” you said, tugging on Elijah’s sleeve. “You can’t let Klaus have all the fun.”

Elijah hesitated, glancing at the crowded dance floor, then back at you. “I’m not sure that’s the solution.”

“It is,” you insisted, grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the crowd.

Reluctantly, he followed. His hand slid around your waist, pulling you closer. The warmth of his touch made your cheeks warm, and you smiled up at him as you began to sway.

“I don’t recall half these people being on the guest list,” he muttered, his gaze scanning the room.

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh. “Rebekah might’ve invited... a few extras.”

His brow furrowed. “This was supposed to be a refined event, not-”

“A disaster?” you teased.

Elijah sighed, though his lips curved into a small smile. “Something like that.”

“I think Kol has spiked more than just the eggnog,” you added, unable to keep the amusement out of your voice.

Elijah scoffed. “Of course he did.”

You rested your head against his chest, trying to soothe him. “It’s okay, Elijah. You can’t control everything. You did a great job planning this.”

He didn’t respond immediately, but you felt the tension in his shoulders begin to ease and he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“You always know how to calm me,” he murmured, his voice low and warm.

You smiled, looking up at him. “It’s a talent.”

As the two of you swayed under the twinkling lights, the chaos of the party seemed to fade into the background. For a moment, it was just the two of you, wrapped in each other’s arms.

“Thank you,” Elijah said, his dark eyes meeting yours. “For reminding me what truly matters.”

You grinned, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “Merry Christmas, Elijah.”

And just like that, the party didn’t feel like a disaster anymore.

[gmikaelson]

The Assistant | K.M

Summary: Your were captured by Klaus Mikaelson after he caught you snooping around in his house unattended. Somehow, you end up as his assistant.

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(Y/N) was thrown recklessly onto the cold hard basement floor that belonged to the all-mighty Klaus Mikaelson, the big bad original hybrid that everyone whispers about. He kneeled to her level, getting a little too close for comfort.

“Now why would such a pretty face risk being ripped into pieces coming here?" He teased the smirk on his lips quickly fading as he waited for her response growing impatient by the second as the both of them sat in silence.

(Y/N) sat up and scooted back from him. Shit, she thought. I've been caught. She tries to play it off but knows he can hear her pounding heart with his vampire hearing. 

"I...Uh...I heard that this would be a cool party to go to. I was just looking for the bathroom upstairs" she gulped, "please don’t hurt me" she immediately spews out 

Klaus' eyes gleamed with predatory amusement as he observed her futile attempt to create distance between them both. The scent of her fear was intoxicating, and the rapid drumming of her heart echoed like a symphony in his ears.

"Love, do you really expect me to believe that pitiful excuse? I can smell the vervain in your pocket... tsk tsk" He moved with supernatural speed, suddenly appearing and crouching behind her, his breath ghosting against her neck. "And here I thought we could have started this evening honestly."

His hand shot out, gripping her wrist with calculated force – enough to restrain but not enough to break bones. Yet. The ancient vampire pulled the vervain-filled vial from her pocket with his other hand, examining it with mock curiosity before throwing it against the opposite wall, letting the glass shards and liquid trickle to the floor.

"Now, sweetheart, shall we try this again? Who sent you to my home? And do choose your next words carefully – I'm not known for my patience, and I find torture to be such a tedious way to start an evening." His voice carried a dangerous edge beneath its velvet smoothness, blue eyes flickering with barely contained violence as he awaited her response.

(Y/N) kept her gaze straight ahead, goosebumps trailing down her skin as she felt his hot breath against her skin,  “okay, so what? You found vervain in my pocket. This town is full of vampires. I’d be an idiot not to have some on me…and in me” she added, wanting to make it clear that he can’t compel or drink from her. “And…no one sent me”

Klaus chuckled darkly, the sound reverberating through the basement. In a flash, he had her pinned against the wall, his forearm pressed firmly across her collarbone. His other hand traced her jawline with deceptive gentleness.

"Darling, your defiance is as admirable as it is foolish. While I do appreciate a woman with spirit, let's not forget who you're dealing with." His eyes momentarily flashed amber, revealing his hybrid nature. "I can smell the vervain in your system, yes, but that won't protect you forever. I have all the time in the world to wait it out."

He leaned closer, his lips nearly brushing her ear as he spoke in a hushed, threatening tone. "And as for no one sending you... I've lived a thousand years, love. I can tell when someone is lying to me. The question is, what should I do with you while we wait for the truth to surface?"

"Perhaps I should introduce you to my art studio upstairs? I find that red is a particularly inspiring color to paint with." His smirk grew wider, revealing the hint of fangs. "Though I must admit, it would be a shame to mar such a beautiful canvas too quickly."

Was he threatening her…or flirting?

(Y/N) smiles, although hints of nervousness still played on her face, “Well I guess we’ll have to get to know each other really well in the three days you wait for the vervain to leave my system. Until then, I’m afraid you won’t get anything out of me without compulsion”

Klaus' eyes sparkled with intrigue at her boldness, a genuine smile replacing his threatening smirk. He released his hold on her but remained close, creating an intimate cage with his body.

"Three days? My, my... aren't we presumptuous?" He reached out, twirling a strand of her dark golden-brown hair between his fingers. "What makes you think I need compulsion when I have such... persuasive methods at my disposal? Though I must say, your audacity is refreshing. Most people would be begging for their lives by now."

His expression shifted to one of calculated interest as he studied her features more intently, like a predator assessing its prey. "You know what? I think I'll take you up on that offer of getting to know each other. Let's start with dinner - and before you worry that pretty little head of yours, you'll be sitting at my table, not on it. Though I do recommend you don't try to run... my hospitality has its limits."

"Follow me, love. Let's see if your wit remains as sharp over a glass of wine." He gestured toward the stairs, maintaining his dangerous charm while making it clear that this wasn't actually a request.

(Y/N) gulps, adjusting her hair, not looking away from him. She also adjusts her shirt, "I wasn't worrying. I told you, I have vervain in my system so you can't drink my blood" she starts walking up the steps and out of the basement. Most of the partygoers were gone, just the people who lived here remained...and the people they were feeding off of. 

Klaus followed closely behind her, amused by (Y/N)’s continued display of bravado. His hand found the small of her back, guiding her past the grotesque scene of feeding vampires with a possessive touch.

"Sweetheart, if I wanted your blood, a little vervain wouldn't stop me. I've endured far worse pain in my millennium of existence." His fingers traced small circles on her back as he led her toward his private dining room. "Though I must say, your confidence is either incredibly brave or remarkably stupid. I haven't quite decided which."

He pulled out a chair at an elaborately set table, his movements graceful yet predatory. The candlelight cast dancing shadows across his features as he poured two glasses of wine from a bottle that probably cost more than most people's monthly rent. "You see, love, I find myself intrigued. Most people who sneak into my home are either suicidal or working for someone powerful enough to make them feel brave. Yet you... you carry yourself differently."

"So tell me," he sat across from her, his intense gaze fixed on her face, "what makes a beautiful woman like yourself risk everything to enter the lion's den? And please, don't insult us both with another story about looking for the bathroom."

(Y/N) takes a look around, "how about you answer me first?" she lifts the glass to her lips, taking a small sip, "do you just randomly have the table set in case there are any impromptu dinners that need to be held?" She ask, lookin at him over the rim.

Klaus leaned back in his chair, a mix of irritation and amusement playing across his features. He swirled the wine in his glass, watching the deep red liquid dance.

"Careful, love. Your charm won't distract me from the fact that you're still avoiding my questions." He took a deliberate sip of his wine before continuing."Though to satisfy your curiosity, I always keep a proper dining setting. You'd be surprised how often I entertain... unexpected guests. Some leave satisfied, others leave in pieces. The outcome usually depends on their cooperation."

Standing smoothly, he moved behind her chair, his hands resting on her shoulders with a touch that was both intimate and threatening, causing her to flinch slightly. "Now, since we're playing this little game of quid pro quo, how about we make it interesting? For every question you answer truthfully, I'll grant you one of your own. Lie to me, however..." His fingers tightened slightly on her shoulders, "and I might have to reconsider my generous hospitality. What do you say, sweetheart?"

"What if I don't have an answer for you?" (Y/N) says, her voice steady despite the rapid beating of her heart

Klaus' fingers traced up her neck, sending an intentional shiver down her spine before he leaned down, his lips barely grazing her ear.

"Now that's the first honest thing you've said all evening." He moved back to his seat with supernatural grace, picking up his wine glass with a calculated casualness that belied the predatory gleam in his eyes. "Though I find it hard to believe someone as intelligent as you would risk entering my home without purpose. Perhaps you don't have all the answers, but you certainly have some."

Rising again, he circled the table slowly, like a wolf stalking its prey. "Tell me this much, love - did you come here of your own accord, or are you another pawn sent to distract me while some pitiful plot unfolds? Because if it's the latter..." His expression darkened dangerously as he stopped beside her, "I should warn you that I've already dispatched the group of vampires who tried to breach my study while you've been keeping me... entertained."

(Y/N)’s heart skips a beat at what he says, just the confirmation Klaus needed. She shrugs, "I told them it would be foolish to try and distract you. My turn,"  She reaches for an egg roll, biting into it, "define what exactly you mean by 'dispatched'?"  asking with a hint of worry in her tone

Klaus' expression shifted to one of lethal satisfaction, clearly pleased to have caught her in her admission. He reached out, thumb brushing away a crumb from her lower lip with deliberate slowness.

"Ah, so you were part of their little scheme after all. How disappointing." His voice carried a dangerous edge as he gripped her chin firmly, forcing her to meet his gaze. "As for your question, love... let's just say they're currently redecorating my courtyard in various pieces. Though I saved their heads - might need them for identification purposes. Perhaps you'd like to help me with that?"

In a blur of movement, he had her pushed against the dining room wall, one hand pressed beside her head while the other still held her chin. "Now, sweetheart, since we're finally being honest with each other, why don't you tell me exactly who 'they' are before I decide whether you'll be joining your friends in their artistic contribution to my garden?"

The breath was slightly knocked out of her chest at his actions, "bold of you to assume that they are my friends" (Y/N) responds. 

Klaus' eyes flickered with intrigue as he leaned closer, his body effectively caging her against the wall. The scent of her perfume mixed with fear created an intoxicating combination.

"Not friends then? Even more interesting." His free hand trailed down her arm, a deceptively gentle touch that contrasted with his threatening posture. "Tell me, love, if they weren't your friends, what leverage did they have to make such a clever girl take such a foolish risk? Because right now," he pressed closer, his lips ghosting along her jaw, "you're the only one left alive to face my... disappointment."

His fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her head back slightly to expose her neck. "I can hear your heart racing, darling. Is it fear? Or is there something else you're not telling me? Because I'm starting to think there's much more to this story than a simple distraction attempt."

"nuh uh,” she says boldly, “I think it’s my turn to ask a question. I just answered yours"

Klaus let out a dark chuckle, his breath warm against her neck. Instead of pulling away, he pressed closer, one hand still tangled in her hair while the other traced patterns on her hip.

"By all means, love. Your attempt to maintain control of this situation is rather... entertaining." 

His eyes gleamed dangerously in the dimmed lighting, a predatory smile playing on his lips. "Though I should warn you - my patience isn't infinite, and dawn is still hours away. Ask your question."

He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, his gaze intense and calculating. "But choose wisely, sweetheart. The nature of your question might reveal more about you than my answer will about me."

"Hmm," (Y/N) takes a moment to think about her question, "What’s your favorite painting technique?" She asks curiously. She can see the slight pinch in his brows that form at her question. 

Klaus' expression shifted from dangerous to genuinely surprised, then intrigued. His grip on her hair loosened slightly as he studied her face with renewed interest, searching for any sign of mockery but finding none.

"Of all the questions you could ask while pinned against my wall..." He released her suddenly, taking a step back with an appreciative smirk. "I prefer oils. They're unforgiving, much like myself - every stroke must be intentional, decisive. The depth and richness they provide is... unmatched." His eyes darkened with passion as he spoke about his art. "Though I must admit, I'm particularly fond of mixing my own colors. Sometimes with... unconventional materials."

Moving to the side table, he poured more wine into both glasses, his movements precise and elegant. "Now, love, since you've shown an interest in my artistic pursuits, perhaps you'd like to see my studio? Though I should warn you - some of my recent works are still... fresh." His tone carried both an invitation and a threat, reminding her of the bodies he'd mentioned earlier.

"I would" she answered with a small smile, "and I would like to inform you that you just asked me a question and I answered it truthfully. The ball is now back in my court." (Y/N) walks over and takes her wine glass. 

Klaus' lips curled into an amused smile as he inclined his head, acknowledging her clever manipulation of his own game. He gestured toward the ornate staircase with an exaggerated bow.

"Quite the skilled player you're proving to be, aren't you, love?" He followed closely behind her, his hand finding its way to the small of her back once again as he guided her up the stairs. "Though I must say, your interest in art rather than self-preservation is... refreshingly unique. Most people in your position would be asking about escape routes by now."

As they reached the top of the stairs, he paused, turning her to face him with supernatural speed, her breath hitching at the sudden action. His eyes searched hers intensely, a mixture of suspicion and fascination evident in his gaze. "Go on then, sweetheart. Ask your question. But remember - while you might be clever enough to play this game, I've had a thousand years to perfect it."

(Y/N) turns her head, looking down to the courtyard, "who are the other people who live here?" she asks, turning around and stepping closer to the railing. 

Klaus moved to stand beside (Y/N), his shoulder brushing against hers as he gazed down at the courtyard below. The moonlight cast shadows across his sharp features, highlighting the dangerous beauty of his profile.

"Ah, curious about my family, are we?" He turned to face her, leaning casually against the railing. "My siblings - when they're not daggered in boxes for their betrayals - occupy this compound. Elijah, ever the noble one in his suits; Rebekah, my sweet sister with a rather unfortunate taste in men; and occasionally Kol, when he's not causing chaos elsewhere." His tone carried both affection and threat when speaking of his family.

He stepped closer, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear with deliberate gentleness. "Though I should warn you, love - any thoughts of playing my siblings against me would be... unwise. Family feuds are strictly an internal affair, and I'm rather protective of what's mine." His eyes flashed dangerously despite his soft touch. "Now, since you've shown such interest in my household, tell me - what exactly were you looking for in my study while your... associates created their distraction?"

(Y/N) hesitates for a moment, taking a breath before speaking. "They spoke about a weapon...one that could take you down. That's what I was supposed to find," she says, looking into his eyes as he tucks her hair back

Klaus' expression darkened dangerously, his hand sliding from her hair to grip her throat - not tight enough to choke, but firm enough to demonstrate his power. His eyes flickered amber for a moment, betraying his hybrid nature.

"And here I was, starting to enjoy our little game." He leaned in closer, his lips nearly brushing against hers as he spoke. (Y/N)’s breath caught in her throat. "Tell me, sweetheart, did they happen to mention what kind of weapon? Because I've spent centuries ensuring that anything capable of killing me was destroyed." His other hand gripped her waist possessively.

"Though I must admit," his grip relaxed slightly as a cruel smile played across his lips, "sending someone as captivating as you was clever. They clearly knew my... appreciation for beauty. But they severely underestimated how many beautiful things I've destroyed over the centuries." His thumb traced her bottom lip, the gesture both threatening and intimate. "So what's it to be, love? Will you tell me everything now, or shall we wait for the vervain to leave your system?"

(Y/N) tilts her head, not answering his question. Suddenly her lower lip started quivering and her chest heaved as tears formed in her eyes.

Klaus' expression shifted minutely, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features as he watched her tears form. His grip on her throat loosened, though his hand remained in place.

"Now, now, love. Don't tell me those tears are for the people who sent you to your death?" He studied her face intently, centuries of experience making him search for any sign of manipulation. "Though something tells me there's more to those tears than simple fear or regret."

His thumb wiped away a tear that escaped down (Y/N)’s cheek, the gesture surprisingly gentle for someone who had just been threatening her. "You mentioned they weren't your friends. Were you perhaps... coerced into this suicide mission? Speak freely, sweetheart. I find myself rather curious about what could drive someone like you to attempt such a foolish endeavor."

"T-they lied to me" she mumbles, turning her face away from him, wiping the tears with her hand, leaving a trail of mascara,

Klaus caught her chin gently but firmly, turning her face back towards his. For a moment, his expression showed genuine intrigue rather than its usual threatening demeanor. In a swift movement, he guided her to a nearby chaise lounge.

"They lied to you?" His voice carried a dangerous edge, though it wasn't directed at (Y/N). "Do elaborate, love. I find myself particularly... interested in those who would use deception to orchestrate plots against me." He settled beside her, maintaining an intimidating presence while showing unexpected patience.

His hand moved to rest on her knee, a gesture that could be interpreted as either comforting or possessive. "Tell me everything, sweetheart. And do keep in mind - I can still tell when you're lying, tears or not. Though something tells me," his thumb wiped away another stray tear, "these particular tears are quite genuine."

"I...I was seeing someone. I didn't know he was a vampire. A few days ago he told me that he needed me to do something for him and when I refused, he told me that my sister would be harmed if I didn't cooperate," she sniffled, "said all I had to do was go up to your study and grab this...weapon. They said you'd be distracted by the party. And now, like the idiot I am, I realize they never told me exactly what I was supposed to get. They planned on me getting caught.” she said in realization, grappling with revelation, “so that when you take me to the basement, they go in themselves." 

(Y/N) turns to Klaus, "They deliberately sent me in because they assumed you'd kill me instantly" I cry more, "How could he do this to me?"

Klaus' expression darkened dangerously, but for once, his anger wasn't directed at her. His hand moved from her knee to cup her face, thumb brushing away tears with unexpected tenderness.

"Ah, love. The oldest trick in the book - using an innocent's heart against them." His other hand clenched into a fist, veins appearing briefly under his eyes before he controlled himself. "Tell me their names. Particularly this... boyfriend of yours. I find myself suddenly very interested in having a chat with someone who would orchestrate such a cruel manipulation."

He pulled her closer, his predatory nature momentarily overshadowed by a protective anger that surprised even him. "And your sister? Where is she now? Because if they've harmed her..." His eyes flashed amber again, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper, "I might have to demonstrate why I've survived a thousand years while others have perished trying to outsmart me.” 

"I don't know any of them, but I'm assuming you killed them all already when they went into your study. As for my sister, she's with my...I don't even want to call him boyfriend anymore. His name is Liam Johnson."

(Y/N) takes his hands into hers, "Please Klaus, I'm begging you" she pleads, "I know we don't know each other and you owe me absolutely nothing but please help me save her. She's too young for this vampire business. I'll do anything you want. please. “ The please comes out as a broken whisper. 

Klaus' eyes darkened at her touch, a complex mix of emotions crossing his features. He intertwined his fingers with hers, studying the delicate contrast between their hands.

"Liam Johnsen," he repeated the name like a death sentence, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "How convenient that I already know exactly where this particular vampire likes to nest." He reached up, brushing her hair back from your tear-stained face. "And as for owing you nothing... well, let's just say I have a particular distaste for those who use innocent siblings as leverage. Hits rather close to home, you might say."

In one fluid motion, he stood, pulling her up with him. His hand cupped her face, thumb tracing her bottom lip as his eyes bore into hers with intense focus. "I'll help you retrieve your sister, love. But understand this - once this is done, you belong to me. Consider it payment for my assistance." His voice dropped to a dangerous purr. "Do we have a deal, sweetheart?"

(Y/N) nods her head furiously, "Yes. please just help her. She doesn't know about any of this. She’s only 15 and doesn't know about the supernatural. I just want to keep her safe. please klaus. I will be forever indebted to you"

Klaus' grip on her tightened possessively as a predatory smile spread across his face. He pulled her flush against him, one hand tangling in her hair while the other wrapped around her waist. (Y/N)’s forgot how to breathe for a moment

"Forever is a very long time, love. Be careful what you promise to an immortal." His lips brushed against her ear as he spoke. "Though I must admit, your devotion to your sister is... admirable. It reminds me of someone I know." The last words carried a hint of personal meaning.

He pulled back slightly, his expression turning deadly serious. "Now, listen carefully, sweetheart. You'll stay here where it's safe while I handle this... situation. And by handle, I mean I'm going to remind dear Liam why crossing an Original is a fatal mistake." His thumb traced her jawline with dangerous gentleness. "Don't worry about your sister - I'll ensure she returns home with no memory of this unfortunate evening. You, however..." his eyes darkened with possession, "You'll be staying right here where I can keep an eye on my newest... acquisition." 

She nods, taking a seat as he walks away. She wipes the tears from her face, "Please hurry. I do not want to imagine what the asshole might have already done to her since his friends are dead"

"No harm will come to your sister, love. You have my word." He pressed his lips to her forehead in an unexpectedly gentle gesture. "And contrary to popular belief, I always keep my word." His expression darkened dangerously as he pulled away. "Though I can't promise the same mercy to those who thought they could use an innocent child to manipulate their way into my home."

In a flash, he was down by the doorway, his hand resting on the frame as he turned back to look up at (Y/N) one final time, "No harm will come to your sister, love. You have my word. And contrary to popular belief, I always keep my word." His expression darkened dangerously. 

"Though I can't promise the same mercy to those who thought they could use an innocent child to manipulate their way into my home. And when I return... we'll discuss the exact terms of your newfound indebtedness to me." 

With that, he vampire sped out of the compound, leaving behind a very worried (Y/N). 

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(Y/N) dug a hole into the carpet of Klaus’ study, unable to sit still. Klaus appeared suddenly, startling her, his expression cold and calculated as blood stained the edges of his formerly pristine shirt. His eyes tracked her startled movement with predatory focus.

"Your sister is safe at home, tucked in bed with no memory of this evening's... unfortunate events." He moved to pour himself a drink, maintaining a deliberate distance from her. "As for your former paramour, let's just say he won't be manipulating any more innocent women into his schemes."

He took a slow sip of his bourbon, watching (Y/N) over the rim of his glass with dangerous intensity. "Now, about our arrangement, love. Since you've proven yourself either brave or foolish enough to enter my home once already, I think it's only fitting that you remain here where I can ensure you won't be involved in any more plots against me. Consider it both protection and insurance."

(Y/N) sighs in relief, sitting back down, nodding her head, "Okay. I’ll...stay here. although I’ll have to come up with some excuse so my family doesn't worry" she sniffles, thinking about what to tell her family. 

Klaus observed her from across the room, his posture relaxed but alert, like a predator assessing potential prey. He swirled the bourbon in his glass methodically.

"You'll tell them you've taken a job as my personal assistant. The pay is excellent, of course," his lips curved into a cold smile. "And you'll be free to visit them - under supervision. I'm not completely unreasonable, love, but I'm not foolish either." He set his glass down with deliberate precision.

Moving closer, he towered over her seated form, his eyes hard and calculating. "Let me be clear, sweetheart - while I've helped your sister, don't mistake that for trust. You entered my home as part of a plot against me, regardless of the circumstances. Consider yourself lucky that I find you... intriguing enough to keep alive."

She nods standing up. She looks at him for a moment before wrapping her arms around his neck, hugging him, "thank you" she whispered closing her eyes and relaxing against him

Klaus stiffened at the unexpected contact, his body going rigid. After a moment, he firmly grasped her shoulders and pushed her back, his expression hard and suspicious.

"That's enough of that, love." His voice carried a warning edge as he created distance between them. "Don't mistake my assistance for kindness. I'm not your savior, and this isn't a fairy tale." His eyes narrowed dangerously. "I'm still the monster they warned you about."

He moved to the door, his posture tense and predatory. "One of my hybrids will show you to your room. I suggest you get some rest - tomorrow we'll discuss the exact terms of your... employment. And sweetheart?" He paused, casting a cold glance over his shoulder. "Don't try anything foolish during the night. The consequences would be... unfortunate."

He disappears and a few moments later, one of his hybrids comes to escort her​​

Klaus watched from the shadows of the upper balcony as his hybrid led her down the corridor. His expression remained calculating and cold, fingers drumming thoughtfully against the railing.

"Make sure she stays in her room, Darren." His commanding voice echoed through the hallway, causing his hybrid to straighten immediately. "And do keep in mind - if she manages to escape on your watch, you'll wish I had left you suffering through those transformations in the Appalachians."

He turned away, his footsteps echoing ominously through the compound as he headed toward his study. The night's events had left him with much to consider - particularly the curious mix of bravery and vulnerability she’d displayed. But trust wasn't something Klaus Mikaelson gave easily, and one rescued sister wouldn't change a thousand years of paranoia.

𐙚⋆˙˚◞♡ ✮⋆˙ ₊˚⊹♡ : ̗̀ 𐙚⋆˙˚◞♡ ✮⋆˙ ₊˚⊹♡ : ̗̀ 𐙚⋆˙˚◞♡ ✮⋆˙ ₊˚⊹♡ : ̗̀ 𐙚

A/N: so excited to finally get this out. Any feedback is appreciated

This was getting too long so I decided to split it. I’m so happy with what I can up with. The banter is just *chefs kiss*

Stay tuned for part 2!

I love you ♡

P.s. let me know if you want to be tagged when I post the second part

[writememysticfalls]

Bath Time | Damon Salvatore

Summary: Why was there a very wet, very naked Damon Salvatore in your bathtub? And how were you going to sneak him out?

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x reader

Genre: Suggestive, Angst

Word count: <1k

“You're so hot,” your date murmured, leaning in to kiss you on your bed. This was your first date since your boyfriend Damon died six months ago.

“I need to shower,” you said. “Before we… get down to it.”

You locked yourself in the bathroom. "I don't even like him, Damon…” you whispered, kissing Damon’s daylight ring. But I have to move on.”

Just then, you realised the bath was full of hot water. Freaky - you had no memory of filling it.

You stripped, sank into the bath and shut your eyes.

Then, you got the strangest feeling.

It felt like Damon was in the bath with you.

You could feel his hard chest under your back. You could feel his fingers playing up your arm.

It was like those Sunday afternoon baths you would take with Damon, giggling when he soaped your chest a little too much.

You gasped as you felt a cool kiss on the side of your neck. Damon had been obsessed with your neck, attacking it till the skin was sore.

“Are you okay?” Rohan, your date, called.

“Ten minutes!” you yelled back.

Were you going crazy? If you were, you didn't care. This was the closest you'd felt to Damon in months.

You shifted in the tub, and you imagined Damon grasping the sides of the tub with his strong arms to steady you. You were used to hearing a clink as his daylight ring tapped the side of the bathtub.

CLINK.

You heard the noise - just as if Damon was here. That was impossible.

Stepping out of the tub, you wrapped Damon’s black shirt around your soapy body. You looked in the bathroom mirror.

Your heart stopped.

Damon was standing behind you in your reflection.

Damon was in his black shirt, with three buttons open. His hair was that jet-black nightmare that no amount of gel could tame. And he was smiling like you were the only girl in the world.

You began to sob. You spun around, but Damon wasn't behind you - you could only see him in the mirror.

“Shh, don't cry!” Damon said. “I didn't come back to make you sad.”

“Are you real, or am I going crazy?” you said.

Damon made a silly thinking face. “I’m on the Other Side, so I'm definitely real. You might be crazy, though. You’ve eaten pancakes every morning for six months. That's not exactly normal.”

“Shut up,” you sobbed. “Why are you here?”

In the mirror, Damon’s hands ran down your waist… your butt… Then he squeezed your bare thighs naughtily.

“Reason 1. You look so hot in my shirt,” he said. “Reason 2 is because that man **wants to have sex with my girlfriend. So, I need to shove his you-know-what in a meat grinder.”

Your hands flew to your mouth. “Damon!” you said. “You told me to move on…”

Damon groaned. “That's just something you say! I didn't actually mean it, you numbskull!” His lip curled. “Rohan is way too old for you. And did you see his car? It's a Fiat 500. My girlfriend is not riding in that clown buggy.”

You weren't sure if you should laugh or cry.

“That car gives small sausage energy,” he whispered into your ear.

You laughed “Whereas your Chevy gives…?”

“Immense wiener,” Damon said. “I'm talking the Empire State Building.”

You laughed, then felt sad again. “I don't even want to date again,” you said. “I sleep in your shirt every night. But I'm so lonely.” You sighed. “I wish I could touch you.”

Damon paused. Then, he said, “You can.”

Suddenly, you could feel his arms circling you, strong and real. You turned around, and saw Damon there, in the flesh.

You kissed him till you couldn't breathe. You wrapped your legs around his waist, and he spun you around with a groan.

“I'm so sorry!” you said, touching your forehead to his. “I gave up on you in six months. I'm a terrible person.”

“I know I should be okay with you moving on,” Damon said. “But I'm a bad guy, Y/n. I want you all to myself.”

He pushed you into the hot bath. Then, he stepped into the water fully clothed, his body hovering over yours. Jewels of water hung off his dark eyelashes.

Damon’s hands grasped both sides of the tub, trapping you. “The bad guy in me…” he murmured, “wants to tell you to never touch another guy.” His arms were tensed. “I want to tell you to cry for me forever.”

Damon leaned back. “But I can't be a bad guy with you, Y/n. So, go do hanky panky with Rohan. Just don't enjoy it too much.”

“I'll get rid of Rohan,” you said. “But how are you touching me?” Your heart thumped. “I know how spells work, Damon. There's always a price.”

“Ahh…” Damon said. “You got me. The reason I can touch you is because I’m leaving the Other Side. In a few moments, I'll be gone forever.” He gestured at the ceiling. “Into the white wishy-woo. At peace.”

“No!” you said, digging your nails into his back. “Why would you do that?”

He kissed you, his lips moulding against yours again and again. You felt dizzy.

“Because kissing you is so worth it,” he said, his voice **breaking off into a whisper.

He smirked. “Sorry about Rohan, by the way. I think I made him mad.”

And just like that, Damon disappeared.

You were alone in the cold bath. You got dressed and went into the bedroom.

“I can't do this,” you told Rohan.

He stood up. “I figured.”

That was when you realised what Damon had done to Rohan’s car. The car had three words keyed into it. “SMALL DICK BASTARD.”

You laughed all the way home.

Damon Salvatore, you thought. How am I ever getting over you?

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[unsiredtribrid]

bloodline fated.

A slowburn, hosie-centered Legacies rewrite where the Salvatore School is instead the Mikaelson Memorial Boarding School, set in the backdrop of New Orleans. Discarding the monster of the week format, the story follows threads left in The Originals and The Vampire Diaries to tell the over-arching story of the tribrid and the Gemini twins.

Hope Mikaelson is the soon to be alpha of the Crescent wolves, while Josie Parker is navigating the looming threat of the Merge and what it means for herself and her twin. The Gemini Coven, still alive, threatens to retaliate at any attempts at circumventing the curse. Meanwhile, new threats in the city begin to unravel the peace of the factions and call for Hope’s help in uniting them. Who better to help her than a Gemini witch with a penchant for dark magic?

(read on ao3)

[salvatorebennett]

Kai Parker once said:

He's talking about Bonnie of course

[shrenvents]

Spellbound

Warnings: Minors dni, smut, oral, cunnilingus, unprotected, fluff, some violence, biting

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Witch reader

Summary: You're a witch with a specific skill set, one that has intrigued a certain hybrid.

Word count: 2.7k

...

Voodoo. Magic. Impulse. Obsession.

She was his newest fascination.

He heard her laughter cracking through the walls of the barren bar before it cut short. Klaus observed how the sunlight blazed across her, poorly parked, car. His lips slanted in mild amusement. He told himself, that’s all it was, all she was. Mild amusement for an immortal. Though, something felt different.

He strutted into the place, head hung high as he scanned the bare vicinity. His eyes halted on a man behind the bar, rinsing glass cups. The bartender's eyes adverted from Klaus, the second he caught his stare. The man's nerves were duly noted as Klaus approached him.

“I’ll have a glass of your finest red,” Klaus spoke artfully, with a fake smile plastered on his face. The worker shuddered. “Ug- we’re not serving right now.”

“No worries mate,” his mellifluous voice paused. “The red I fancy isn’t something I’d find on your menu.” The man's gaze shot up to Klaus’s. His lips trembled as Klaus continued his jest. “Unless you intend to provide me with a bite, I suggest you tell me where she’s hidden.” Klaus’s threat echoed through the building, till silence took its place.

Suddenly, the sound of a back door, opening and slamming shut jolted Klaus away from the bartender. He instantly raced to the door, ripping it open. He watched as her frame scattered into her rusted car. He growled. There was no way he'd let her escape once again...

Your body was convulsing with anxiety. Who were you to know a little magic truce with the “other side,” would have a certain hybrid on your front doorstep. It didn’t help when you levitated everything in your apartment at him, including your freshly made spaghetti with bolognese. It was to be expected, that would piss him off...

Yanking the car door shut, you forced the key in and started the engine.

“Where are we headed this time darling?”

“Ahhh!” You screamed, snapping your head to the uninvited passenger. Klaus sat leisurely beside you, and you swear your life flashed before your eyes. “I must say, I enjoyed our time in Chicago. Perhaps San Fran may be the next best thing, love.” His smug face adorned your features, absorbing the way your face contorted in both fear and frustration.

“Jesus,” you huff, and Klaus’s smirk grows. “As much as I love the idea, somehow becoming your personal chauffeur isn’t that appealing.” Klaus chuckles lowly, leaning in, more and more.

“Well, if you hadn’t decided to run off, you crafty little thing," he drawls sweetly, "We wouldn’t have the pleasure.”

“If you weren’t trying to kill me, maybe I’d stick around.” Klaus’s brows twist like he's appalled by your words. “Who said I was interested in killing you?”

“You- I- then, what do you want?” You stammer. Klaus went quiet. You watched as his expression goes blank, before he acts as though he was in deep thought. Then, his mouth gaped in 'awe,' as if the answer suddenly came to him. “Your talents of course.”

“My talents.” You repeat, baffled.

“Yes, do keep up, my dear.”

“Why? You could have any witch at your disposal, at a moment's notice.”

The corner of his lips elevate once more. “I’m flattered.”

He’s become so close now, you feel his breath, and you try not to shiver as it grazes your neck. He, on the other hand, basks in your scent.

“But, unlike my other witches, you have a gift,” he muses. “Your connection with the dead is something to behold, and something I crave.”

After a prolonged silence, you speak. “If I help you with whatever," you move further into your seat, "When it comes to an end, you’ll let me walk away, unscathed?” Your brow quirks, and with every fibre of your being, you manage to maintain eye contact. “Yes, you have my word.” Klaus’s expression went stoic, holding an unflinching seriousness that made your heart rate stutter. And strangely, you knew you could trust him.

That's how you ended up as his lackey. For the past 5 weeks, you were at his beck and call as he tormented humans, werewolves, and vampires alike.

Like any other day, your conscious is eating away at you, as you call upon another ancestor of those he plagues. Today though, you finally broke. He had been cruelly punishing a guy for hours, as you questioned his late brother through the veil.

“That’s enough!” Klaus’s eyes dart to yours, and his angry appearance softens. Instinctively, he grips your forearm and drags you out of the motel room.

“Love, what’s wrong?”

“What's wrong is that I’m tired, and his brother is telling me jack shit about those ‘hunters.’” You huff, closing your eyes.

Klaus firmly presses himself stock-still, resisting every urge that wishes to devour you, as you naively allow him to hold you so close, let your guard down, and close your eyes. Such an urge that has only worsened, and become insatiable since you started your venture together…

“Love, why don’t you grab a bite from the cafe across the street, while I fill up the car's tank?” He says heartfeltly, "That way we both can have a break."

Your eyes flutter open, and you nearly tremble at the gentle look that flickers in his gaze. However, his body language, which clutches you tightly, suggests he is anything but. “Okay.”

After five minutes alone in a booth, you gather up the last of the courage you were trying to dispel. Now, heading back to the rented room, to release the hostage. Stupid, very stupid, you think. But you can’t help it.

When you enter the room, the door slowly creaks shut, and shadows engulf you. It’s too quiet, and you can’t see the hostage. Unease fills your system, and you begin to regret this decision. That impending regret soon became alarms going off, when the captive grabs your torso, roughly caging your arms. His grip is inescapable, and when you try to scream, his free hand covers your mouth.

“You fucking bitch,” he murmurs with disgust, and you wince. “How about I leave you bleeding out here, all laid out for you bloodthirsty master.” The man crackles with humourless laughter. “I’m sure he’d appreciate that.”

While his venomous words made you cower, you relentlessly struggle against him, fighting with all that you could muster. Unfortunately, your captor was a werewolf, and far too strong for you to at least break free, to cast a spell.

He muffles Klaus’s name with his palm, and tears prick your eyes. Even after the numerous times you’d bicker and argue, he was still the first person who came to mind, who you hopelessly called out to.

The man began lifting your body towards the door, urgently turning the knob. Just as the outside light cuts into your vision, you're wrenched from him, pulled into a powerful embrace. With ease, Klaus’s arms carry you away, swiftly placing you in the backseat of your car, locked safely inside.

His figure then disappears just as quickly, and you hear your aggressor's voice wail in pain. Shaking, you curl over yourself, covering both ears pathetically.

After what feels like an eternity, two large hands cup your tear-stained cheeks, bringing you out of your shell. He quiets you, as he slides inside the vehicle, smoothly pulling you onto his lap. One of his arms supports your back, while the other strokes your hair. Calming you down, he mutters things like: 'Everything’s fine now love,' 'I’m here,' 'I’ll take care of you...'

“I’ve never felt so helpless,” you mumble.

He shakes his head. “There’s nothing you could've done to stop a werewolf, especially when a full moon draws near,” he soothes. You press your cheek further into his broad chest. “Though, I wish you would’ve just listened to me for once, and stayed put.”

You shoot your head up, adjusting to face him, close enough that your noses nearly meet. “If I listened to you, I’d probably be dead by now.”

“Oh really?” He grins, eyes creasing, “How so?”

“Well, for one, that time you ordered me to question that vampire chick's dead boyfriend about his affair, right in front of her.” Klaus guffaws. “You're laughing, but she would've bit my head off.”

“She wouldn’t have,” he denies, still chuckling.

“Yes, she would have Klaus.” You start to laugh too.

“You know, I wouldn’t have let her.” His face deadpans, “Like I didn’t let our were-friend hurt you," he voices, airily. "I gave you my word.”

“Yes, of course, your word.” You giggle nervously, glancing at the hand currently bracing your thigh, gliding its thumb back and forth. “It’s not all that I’ve given you.”

You look up and are met with a mysterious look this time. Your brows furrow in confusion. He smiles dreamily, “Your skills as a witch truly know no bounds.”

“The hell are you talking about now?” You retort, making Klaus laugh loudly.

“I’m talking about your spell," he whispers. "The one that has bewitched me.”

You freeze, heart dropping.

“You don’t mean that...” Your sentence trails off as Klaus stares through you.

He’s so unpredictable, that a part of you believes he's most likely playing some sick game. But, there was also a possibility that he meant it, and all the hidden desires, for your unconventional boss, were about to bubble to the surface.

“I've meant every word, from the moment I met you, when you got the better of me.” He smirks, breath fanning your face. “Witchcraft.”

Then his lips take yours, slow at first, but the entanglement shortly turns desperate. Slightly hesitant, you grind on him, eager to pull him closer. He groans, and his hands enthusiastically roam your waist and back, beckoning you nearer.

Moving in a frenzy, as your fingers tangle in his locks, you swing your leg to straddle him. He moans your name in between kisses, and palms your ass.

Continuously rolling your body into him, makes you feel his arousal, causing a whine to escape. When your lips break apart, his mouth runs down your jaw, to your neck. You gasp, but you don’t stop him. He audibly tells you how much he’s enjoying himself, and you squeeze your thighs over his.

“I can only imagine how sinful you taste here darling.” He remarks as his hand slides over your core, and you whimper. “How about you let me try?” He hums politely. “You know you want me to.”

“No,” you huff.

“No?” His voice rises questioningly, and a hand gropes your chest, while the other grips your chin, tilting your head down to peer into his eyes. “Not here,” you finish, and he smirks wildly.

“Then, I’ll just have to get us a private room?” He purrs seductively into you ear, making you shiver. “One that is, unoccupied,” he rolls his tongue, and you shiver again at the double meaning behind his words. You don’t even want to think about what he did to your assailant…

“Please,” you sigh into a kiss, pecking his lips, which seems to surprise Klaus momentarily. His surprise briskly turns into a beaming smile. “To be continued,” he utters before shifting you off him, and rushing out the car.

Not long after, Klaus reappears with that same childlike cheer gracing his features. Jerking the door open, he outstretches his hand like a gentleman. You accept it, and his palm completely envelops yours. He tugs you to his hip, and nibbles on your earlobe while you walk to a random room.

As soon as the door locks behind you, he presses himself against your backside. “Now, how about that taste?” He mutters while lifting your hair to kiss your nape, and rubbing himself against you. You press closer, before spinning around to enclose your mouth on his again. He groans into your mouth approvingly, backing your body toward the queen-size bed.

His lips free yours when your back legs hit the edge, and you fall backwards with a yelp. His hands soon make work of your lower half, removing your clothes as he kneels infront of your cunt. You inhale deeply, as cool air hits your bare body.

He goes silent, so you raise your head to peek at him. Klaus ogles you heatedly, like the predator he is. “Lovely,” he sing-songs.

He abruptly grips your thighs and heaves your core to his mouth, so close, his breath warms your skin. “K-Klaus.”

“Hmmm,” he hums shortly, before delving into you. You sob a cry of shock. His tongue expertly runs over your folds, sucking the nub with such a slow deliberation, like he can’t decide how he wishes to take you at first, as if he’s imagined every which way he could.

You whine, motioning him to make his choice, bucking up, feeling his stubble scratch you. Then he grows aggressive, hungrily lapping your clit, over and over, until he ushers out your orgasm.

When your lengthy climax finishes, he moves to sigh pleasantly into the crook of your neck. “You’re incredible,” he emits with a chant of your name, thoroughly relaxing your shaking form.

“Fuck, take off your clothes,” you beg. He immediately abides by your command, tearing off his shirt and pants. You grab his necklaces to haul his lips to yours. You savour every inch of yourself on his tongue, and he relishes in how dirty the act is.

“There’s only so much I can do before dawn, and it won't nearly be enough to satisfy my hunger for you.” His poetic words erupt something within. You exhale, “It seems you’re going to break your promise then.”

He stills at your words, befuddled. You elaborate, “There’s no way I’m coming out of this unscathed.” A timid smile spreads across your face, and he almost nods in understanding, feeling a strange quiver in his chest.

Wordlessly, he pulls himself from his slacks, and you take off the last of your clothes. Suddenly feeling a little out of body, you decide to take back some control of the situation. So, you flip your positions, once again, surprising Klaus, though he allows it.

You straddle him, and lower yourself onto his thick cock. You whimper the second the tip enters, and he growls, pressing his fingertips into your hips, definitely leaving bruises.

“You’re too big,” you gasp.

“You can handle it, sweetheart,” he states mindlessly. He wraps his arms around your waist and arms, pulling you down onto him. His hips press completely into you, pushing himself inside to the hilt. A wheeze leaves your lungs as he grounds into you. “Klaus, it’s too-“

“It’s perfect,” he finishes for you. You barely have any time to adapt to his size before he begins pounding. Pleasure wracks through you, and he takes whatever control you had away. His pace is unnerving, and you utter incoherent words, while his fangs graze your neck.

“Tell me,” he groans through his panting. “Tell me you want me.” He demands, though it almost sounds like he’s begging for it. “I-I want you.” The words stumble out as his thrusts reach your center.

“More,” he just about whines.

“I want you Klaus,” you shout. “You feel so good- fuck I’ve always wanted this, you.” You ramble, egged on by him. He loves it, and you feel it in his strength. He holds you tighter, and the air abandons your body.

Feeling his leg tremble, you know he’s close. “Bite me.” His clamped-shut eyelids pop open, and his dark pupils bore into yours. You kiss him, and take his bottom lip between your teeth. “Bite me while you cum,” you command.

He gulps before taking his last few pumps into you. He moans into your neck as his teeth puncture your flesh. You cry out at the mixture of pain and pleasure that shatters you both.

After almost 10 minutes, he releases you from his firm caress and kisses the holes in your neck.

Still inside, he turns you both on your sides. You catch your breath. “How are you still hard?” You sigh in exasperation, and he chuckles breezily. “I told you, you’ve bewitched my very soul darling.” He smirks.

“This is only the beginning.”

[girlkisser13]

diet mountain dew

"you’re no good for me" "but baby, i want you, i want you, i want you"

pairings: klaus mikaelson x human fem!reader

warnings/tags: smut (18+), blood kink, blood sharing, unprotected sex (practice safe sex guys), creampie, needy klaus.

summary: you let klaus feed on you.

you'd expected him to be hungry. you just hadn't realized how ravenous he was, nor what drinking blood did to him.

"f-fuck, ah— c-careful," you gasped.

your voice echoed in the empty room, and his pleasurable grunts echoed with it. it was so dark that you could barely see a thing. you winced, again, from the strange new sensations surging through your body.

"ah— c-careful, klaus, please" you squeaked, it was the only sound that could escape your throat as he clamped your shoulder in his jaw. your neck was soaked, smeared in spit and blood, a leftover gift from when he had searched for the safest spot to drink.

he'd settled on the spot between your collarbone and neck, and there his teeth had sunk in.

with his fangs pierced right down to the bone and his lips bruising your skin, he continued to carefully suck your blood out and into his mouth. it felt like heaven, warm and wet sliding down his throat. to you it was a confusing mix of pleasure and pain.

"a-ah... is—is it, okay?" you whimpered.

klaus let out a low moan in response.

you couldn't move. you were clamped in his jaw, the jaw of a predator designed to keep its prey still, and his body was pinning yours to the cold wood of the floor.

to any passerby you would have looked terrifying. his body was obscured in the dark, appearing as just a hulking, bloody shadow, merging and distorting the outline of your own form; the visage of a monster in the night, consuming the body of a frightened human.

but that wasn't how you saw it. no, you were in the thralls of absolute delight.

one of his hands were on your waist, his fingers carefully drawing you up until you were held taut beneath his body, and the other hand was feverishly groping your tits.

he had torn your dress to feed and then tore a little further, leaving your skin bare right down to your ribs. he was squeezing, stroking, his thumb desperately massaging your nipple. he wanted to hear your whimpers, your soft jolts when he overstimulated that sensitive spot.

you felt him sink down between your legs, his hardened bulge thick and round as it nudged at your bare thigh. he was softly grinding it up against your panties.

you'd never do this, never. this wasn't like you at all. but you were doing it now.

you were mewled as he dry-humped your little body.

your breath was ragged, the soft puffs of condensation from your lips turned a ghostly white by the pale light.

feeding had always been a euphoric experience for him. but now, with you, it had become a full body orgasmic experience, feeding every positive stimulus in his brain and body.

every nerve in his body was on fire in the best way. his body was pulsing, pumping. his arms were covered in goosebumps, his dark hair standing on end, and his cock was painfully erect beneath his pants.

he needed relief. he needed more.

"mmm... mmm," his muffled groans got louder as he continued to feed.

his conscious brain was fighting those deep, vampiric urges, the need to indulge in pleasure no matter the consequences, but his subconcious was primal.

if he had his way he'd drain everything, slowly, all while pumping between your legs into your pretty little cunt, but he couldn't allow that.

you were a sweet, naïve thing, you'd just let him take you up here. your whimpers were heaven, but your softness was too pure for him to fully ruin.

so he forced himself to break a part from you.

he withdrew his fangs and pulled back, revealing the purple, bruised skin of your shoulder. he licked the wound clean before forcing himself away.

"please, please, if you—if you give me your wrist, i—i'll be done, and—"

klaus paused to pant, his lips still stained red. you watched your own blood drip down his chin.

"and, if i could... have you, in another way, it may help to, calm my urges" he said, his voice husky and dark. you watched his eyes glimmer a bright gold. "may i have you?"

"yes," you instinctively blurted, he lunged forward and kissed you. his lips were hard, rough, and you could taste the metallic sting of blood on them. when he pulled back he looked overjoyed.

"good. good. come here, love," he ordered.

you jolted as he dragged your body forward. he carefully tore a hole through your dress and panties with his bare hands.

you shuddered as the cold air hit your bare and slick-coated pussy, but klaus didn't leave you bare for long.

he roughly manhandled you onto the ground before stripping out his suit, allowing his already erect cock to fall down hard on your clit. the sight caused a small, surprised noise to escape your throat, one that he relished.

he was slow, deliberately distracting you with his cock as he raised your wrist to his mouth. he kept you captivated as he carefully slid it inch by inch down your swollen clit, letting you feel every inch.

the pleasure of sinking both his teeth and his cock into you at once was enough to make him physically shake.

with a soft grunt he penetrated both.

your words were turned to gibberish as he pushed his cock in deep, until his pelvis was perfectly squished up against you. the moment your blood hit his throat he started to pump.

you were inside him, and he was inside you. on that filthy, cold floor, you were his.

he started to push his cock in tandem with his teeth.

as his fangs gently shifted beneath the skin, as his lips sucked and bruised, his fat cock gently slipped in and out of your cunt. for such a furious feeder he was a surprisingly gentle lover.

he was terrifyingly strong, that much was clear up close. he bent your thighs until they ached, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he held you in place, and with each push you could feel the power he was holding back.

you felt him pumping, drawing out your precious blood while his cock ravaged you from inside. each delicious slip, each pulsing throb, every time you felt his cock twitching for attention against your creamy walls, it was unbearable.

you were whining, your heavy breathes producing less and less ghostly condensation. klaus was panting furiously with each thrust, his breath condensing like smoke as he huffed through his curled nose. he was lost in the pleasure, the urge, the need.

and between the tightness, the heat, the copious oozing slick squelching and pooling around his bare skin and dripping off his balls as they smacked against your ass, mixed with the sound of you whining and the fresh blood in his body, he couldn't last any longer.

with a single, muffled groan, klaus came inside of you. his blue eyes rolled back and his body began to buck, smacking your hips until they went numb.

just as he felt your hot blood filling his mouth you felt his thick seed pooling and squishing its way into your cunt, filling every available space. it started to seep out as he continued to hump your limp body, now hanging in sweat, hot pearly strings between his pelvis and your inner thighs.

he pumped inside you until he was utterly spent, his own head now hazy and light, and at last he released you. your wrist fell limp to the floor.

klaus coyly wiped his mouth on the back of his wrist before brushing your forehead. "are—are you alright?"

the relief he felt when you shakily nodded was unmatched.

"thank you," he murmured, his fingers lingering on your cheek. "you were... delicious."

[annilovesbexx]

my dumbest fandom moment was realizing that in the tvd in-universe the myth of vampires sleeping inside of coffins probably were caused by fucking klaus mikaelson trapping his siblings daggered in caskets intermittently for 1000 years and calling it their "nap"

headcanoning right now that the garlic myth is because rebekah was a picky eater

[starlightsalvatore]

hunger / damon salvatore x reader

i'm back !!! I needed to write a damon one-shot while I work on a new fic and this just tumbled right out of me lol

hunger / damon salvatore x reader

word count: 3.1k

warnings: everything??? drinking, swearing, blood sharing, oral (m and f receiving), unprotected p-in-v, a tiny bit of degradation?? this is self indulgant filth, seriously 18+ mdni

You ran a hand through your hair as you walked back and forth, unsure of what else to do with the restless energy surging through your system as you tried to fight one of your most basic, primal urges… hunger. Your fingers drummed against your thigh as you tried to focus on anything else, find something in your brain worth occupying your mind and switching course from the visuals running through your head. Your recent transition had been a shock to everyone, and Stefan had you on a tight leash to keep you in check… and you’d been on board, at first. You never wanted to cause harm, to be the reason someone else’s life ended, but with the itch in your veins threatening to undo you completely you couldn’t really find it in you to care anymore.

You heard your door push open and your head snapped up to see Damon walking in, two glasses and a bottle in his hand with an unamused expression, “if you don’t knock it off I’m going to have to replace the floor,” he said, setting everything on the dresser before pouring two generous cups of bourbon. 

“Not now, Damon,” you sighed, ignoring him entirely as your feet remained on course.

“Wanna talk about it?” he asked and you shook your head.

“Not really,” you said as he shoved a glass in your hand, his eyes telling you to drink which you did… all in one gulp and he was a little surprised as he took it to refill. 

“Well, something’s gotta give,” he replied as you finished the second as quickly as the first. “At this rate the bottle will be gone in a minute and I’m not replacing original flooring.” He gripped your shoulders, halting your movements and you huffed, looking up at him.

“I’m hungry, Damon,” you said, as if it pained you to do so and he furrowed his brow.

“The freezer is full- oh,” he cut himself off, realizing that’s not what you meant as a smirk spread across his features. “You want your blood at 98.6,” he said and you rolled your eyes, pushing him off you.

“Will you cut it out?” You poured another glass, hoping at some point the alcohol would subdue your cravings but you knew that was about as likely as him leaving you alone, so you tried another angle. “I can’t… Damon, the blood bags aren’t doing it for me, I can’t think, I can’t sleep… will you please take me out?” For a moment you thought he’d say yes, revel in the opportunity to feed with abandon with someone else, but it wasn’t that easy.

“No can do, sweetheart,” he replied and your brows pinched. “I’ve got enough on my plate without you losing control and giving me more bodies to deal with.” He was right, there was too much going on and you spinning out wasn’t an option, but that didn’t make it any easier of an answer to tolerate. He gave you a once over, it wasn’t as if he didn’t want to take you out… he would have loved to, but you were new and he knew you could eventually get to where he was, one day you’d be able to feed and leave them alive with no memory of what had happened, but that day wasn’t today, you had a long way to go and he couldn’t afford to have you slip up.

But… he couldn’t afford to have you slip up. One look told him you were wound tight, the diet Stefan had you on was restrictive, never enough to fully satisfy, and the less you drank the tighter you spun, threatening a catastrophic snap he could only assume was looming on the horizon with how frustrated you looked right now. He ran through his options, knowing letting you sit in this hunger any longer would result in a much bigger problem, but the only thing he could think of posed another set of issues and would lead to him teetering on the edge instead of you.

He let out a sigh, closing the distance between you and plucking the glass from your hands to discard on the dresser and you looked up at him questioningly, the invasion of space catching you by surprise. His normally bright eyes were dark and swimming with something you couldn’t understand, deep blue pools you found yourself getting lost in as you waited for him to say something. “You need to feed,” he said and your eyes fluttered shut just at the thought.

“I need to feed,” you whispered and he nodded, catching your chin between his fingers and forcing your head back up when you tried to look down and the action had your breath catching somewhere in your throat. 

“You still haven’t felt it, have you?” he asked, voice low and you shuddered. “What it’s like to sink your teeth into something…” you shook your head, Stefan hadn’t allowed you to drink anything that didn’t come from a cup. “Poor thing,” he chuckled, he could feel the tension radiating off you in waves, you were practically shaking beneath him as you fought to retain your grip on your sanity, on your control.

“Damon,” you sighed, eyes pleading and he just smiled as he gripped your hand and brought it up to his neck, the pulse beneath your fingers driving you wild. 

“When you feed you have to be careful… if you bite just along here,” he said, dragging your fingers along the vein, “you can control the flow. It doesn’t have to be messy,” he explained and you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the subtle way his skin moved with each beat of his heart, the sight bringing the veins beneath your eyes to the surface, your fangs descending.

“Don’t fight it,” he said, noticing you trying to rein it in, and you were having a hard time focusing on anything with the way his hands were trailing up your arms, pulling you closer. “Go on,” he tilted his head just slightly, “give it a try.” he encouraged and this pulled your focus, eyes snapping to his as you tried to ascertain if he was being serious. You had a lot left to learn, but blood sharing was personal, and you knew that… but all you saw in those dark blue eyes was a fire simmering beneath the surface you were sure was a mirror image of your own.

You slowly reached onto your tiptoes, as if he were a deer in the woods threatening to startle and bolt, but the closer you got the harder it was to resist, anticipation burning through your veins at the prospect of giving in. Your fangs were tentative as they broke the skin just where he’d indicated, but the first drop of blood immediately made you feel dizzy and intoxicated… It wasn't enough. You quickly grew feverish, your hand wrapping around his throat as you surged forward, crashing into the wall behind you and he let out a grunt as his back collided with the hard surface, pinned in place as you fed.

“There you go… that’s it,” he said, leaning back as he relaxed and let you take what you needed. His arm snaked around your waist while a hand brushed the hair from your face, cradling the back of your head as warm blood radiated through your body. A soft groan fell from his lips as you drank from him, and the sound elicited an unexpected reaction from you, your hand tightening around his throat and your body pushing flush against his and despite everything in you telling you to continue, you forced yourself back knowing if you didn’t stop you’d bleed him dry. 

Your eyes were wild and satisfied as they met his, and he dragged his thumb across your bottom lip, collecting the remnants and you were almost surprised when your lips wrapped around him, ensuring you didn’t waste a single drop. His smirk returned when he felt your tongue slide across his skin, “better?” he asked and you nodded, keeping him in your mouth for maybe a second longer than you needed to. The air was charged between you, you’d just crossed a line in the sand and you wanted to push a little further, go a little farther… 

Part of him knew he should put an end to this… stop before it went any further. He knew it before he’d even offered up a vein for you, he knew as soon as he did he’d be teetering on this ledge and he didn’t have that much self control when it came to you. Perhaps, if he really analyzed the situation, he knew somewhere in the back of his mind why you’d been so worked up, he knew what you needed and instead of letting you wreak havoc on the blood cooler he let you push him against a wall and take what you wanted, he let you feed from him in the most intimate way he could think of. 

And when you were looking up at him like that, eyes mischievous and holding an unspoken challenge with his blood still on your plump lips, who was he to resist? Your chest was heaving with anticipation as you waited for him to do something, anything, and the movement was so fast you almost didn’t register his hand curling around your throat, flipping you around and slamming you against the wall with such force you were sure you’d be dead if you were human. Your gasp of surprise was swallowed by his mouth on yours, searing and frenzied as he connected your lips and kissed you with a hunger that rivaled your own only moments ago. 

You both fought for dominance, neither one of you willing to submit just yet but you were outmatched… he grabbed your wandering hands and pinned them above your head, grip so tight you whined as he kissed down your neck, biting into you the same way you’d done with him and you couldn’t help the moan that fell from your lips as he did. Your hips rolled forward and feeling his hardening length against you gave you the surge of confidence you needed to break your hands free, sliding down his chest to pull his shirt apart, buttons flying and clattering against the floor as you pushed the fabric over his shoulders. 

His lips were greedy across the expanse of your chest as he nipped and sucked the soft skin, tearing your shirt to shreds as he pulled it from you, a mess of fabric in your wake as you surged forward and pushed him into the wall opposite you, regaining your upper hand. Glass shattered on the floor around you as the force rattled the dresser but you couldn’t find it in you to care what had broken as your hands pulled his belt free, fingers quickly undoing the button as you sank to the floor and pulled his jeans with you.

His length stood erect in front of you and you were quick to take him in your mouth, focusing your tongue on his swollen tip as your hand worked what didn’t fit, and you couldn’t help but moan around him at the groan that fell from his lips, “such a good girl,” he cooed, his sweet words undercut by the harsh hand in your hair gripping and pulling you closer, forcing you to gag around him and the sensation had his head falling back against the wall. Tears sprung to your eyes at the sharp pain in your scalp and the way he was hitting the back of your throat, but all you could focus on was the throbbing between your thighs and he didn’t miss the way you clenched them together, desperate for friction. 

You were quickly on your back, too caught up in the moment to bother moving to the bed and you pushed glass aside as he settled between your legs, tearing your underwear off and diving in like a man starved and you could feel his smirk against you at your surprised moan, head hitting the floor as your back arched in pleasure. He switched between your clit and your entrance, not giving either attention long enough to give you what you really needed, and you whined as your fingers threaded through his hair, tugging harshly.

“Damon, please,” you sighed, hips bucking against his face and he focused his attention on your sensitive bundle of nerves, tongue expertly working you up as you shamelessly moaned his name. Somewhere in the back of your mind you knew with the way you kept slamming each other against walls and the floor, the breaking glass, and the sounds falling from both your lips someone might come to make sure you were alright, but you couldn’t find it in you to care… not when he felt as good as he did between your legs. 

Your moan changed in pitch when he slid two fingers into your entrance and it went straight to his cock, his head swimming as he watched you come close to falling apart above him. When he crooked his fingers just so your grip in his hair tightened, pulling him closer as you started to grind against him, “fuck, just like-” you were cut off by your own moan when he started massaging that spot inside you, legs trembling as you careened off the ledge. His touches remained merciless as pure euphoria surged through your veins, your head cloudy as your body trembled. 

“So fucking beautiful,” he muttered against you, kissing his way up your body and you tugged him closer to reconnect your lips, tongues swirling against each other as you tasted yourself on him. His hands felt greedy and possessive as they roamed over you, gripping tight enough to leave bruises that would heal before they even had a chance to form, and it was as if neither of you could get enough. You pushed forward, tugging him up with you and all but throwing him onto the bed and his smirk was devilish as he watched you crawl on top of him.

He looked like he was about to say something but you didn’t give him the opportunity as you kissed him, rough and demanding as your hips settled above his, hand reaching between you to line him up at your entrance and you both let out groans as you took him inch by inch. The stretch was sweet, filling you almost to your breaking point as you settled fully and started to roll your hips against him, shuddering at the feeling.

“Fuck,” he moaned as you started to bounce up and down, setting an unforgiving pace and you felt like you could feel him everywhere, every nerve ending radiating with fire. He sat up to wrap his arms around you, hips bucking to meet yours in a way that had your head rolling back and he took the opportunity to sink his teeth into your neck and you had never felt pleasure like this before. His hand was firm around your throat as your body shook with each thrust and soon you were boneless in his lap, only able to hold yourself upright as he drank you in. 

When he pulled back you licked along his lips, face changing at the taste of blood and he swore he’d never seen anything sexier. Neither of you was going to last much longer, not like this, and he delivered a rough smack to your ass that had you whining and rolling against him. “Oh my god,” you breathed out, letting your forehead fall against his and he smacked again, gripping the tender skin, “Damon-” you tried, but nothing would come out.

“What’s that, sweetheart?” he teased, gripping your hair and pulling you back to look at him, “oh, look at you… all cock drunk and fucked out,” he teased and you had nothing to say as a firm thrust had you seeing stars. You buried your face in his neck, fangs sinking into his skin as you felt your release barreling towards you, the mixture of blood and his steady thrusts too much to bear and a streak of red trailed down your body as you came, only able to shout his name as you cried out.

Your grip on him was maddening, pulling him right over the edge with you as you milked him for everything he had, and when you both slowed to a stop you were having a hard time catching your breath, your mind floating somewhere above you as you tried to return to your body. You felt his tongue along your chest, cleaning up your mess as you leaned back and he tried to commit the sight to memory… your hair wild, cheeks flushed, and skin dewy as blood lingered along your skin. 

You still weren’t fully with him, stuck in a haze as you felt him whisk you into his bedroom, and into the bathroom and it wasn’t until you were under the stream of water with him that you hummed contently against his lips as he kissed you softly, “there she is,” he chuckled.

His hands were delicate as they roamed you, and yours slid down the front of his chest as you looked up at him, doe eyed and happy. “That was…” you trailed off, unsure of what word to use to fully sum it up and he placed another soft kiss on your lips.

“Everything you ever dreamed of?” he provided and you laughed as you swatted his chest. 

“Hush,” you replied, feigning annoyance but you didn’t have it in you to feel anything other than bliss. The rest of your shower was spent with wandering hands and sweet kisses, a stark contrast to how rough and domineering you’d been with each other and when he pulled you into bed and wrapped himself around you, you looked up at him as your fingers trailed along his chest absentmindedly.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, and you flushed slightly under his gaze.

“It was more than I dreamed of,” you answered, and he raised a brow in question. “I haven’t… I hadn’t done that since turning, I didn’t know it could be like that,” you explained and realization passed over his features.

“My god,” he chuckled, “no wonder you were wound so tight.” His hand on your back was comfortable, holding you tight against him as he rubbed soothingly, “we’ll go on a little trip this weekend,” he said as you rested your head on his chest.

“A trip?” 

You felt him nod, “away from all the chaos here… we’ll find you some warm bodies and I’ll teach you how to do it the right way, you don’t have to live a life of blood bags forever.” 

“I don’t know, you seemed to do the trick,” you teased and he laughed.

“Sweetheart, you have no idea what you’re missing.” 

[wholoveseggs]

A Kiss for Christmas

18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List}{Five Days of Fluffmas}

{Kol Mikaelson x Reader} Kol Mikaelson’s relentless mistletoe mischief is driving you mad... but this Christmas, you’re determined to win the game he started...

♡♡ Happy Fluffmas!!!! ♡♡

820 words {omg a short fic for once} - Warnings: flufffff, banter, mistletoe shenanigans and Kol being Kol...

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Kol Mikaelson was insufferable.

That thought had crossed your mind a dozen times already today. It wasn’t unusual, of course…Kol had a knack for pushing your buttons, but this time he’d outdone himself. He’d found a sprig of mistletoe somewhere in the sprawling Mikaelson estate, and now he was making it everyone’s problem.

Specifically, yours.

You were headed towards the kitchen, hoping for a quiet moment to grab some cocoa, but there he was, leaning against the doorway with that unmistakable smirk. Above his head, held precariously between two fingers, was the offending greenery.

“Fancy meeting you here, darling,” he said, his tone dripping with faux surprise. “What a coincidence that we are standing under some mistletoe. Care to indulge me?”

You rolled your eyes, brushing past him. “You’ll have to do better than that, Kol.”

He tsked, feigning disappointment as he followed you to the counter. “Oh, come now. It’s tradition. You wouldn’t want to ruin Christmas, would you?”

“I’ll take my chances,” you replied, focusing on pouring your drink.

Kol sighed dramatically, like you’d broken his heart. “You wound me, love. Truly.”

You ignored him, though your traitorous heart was racing. There was something about the way Kol teased you, the way he always seemed to be waiting for a reaction. It was infuriating. It was exhilarating.

You refused to give him the satisfaction.

But Kol wasn’t one to give up easily.

The next time you saw him, he was lounging on the couch in the living room, twirling the mistletoe between his fingers. You barely made it two steps into the room before he stood up, crossing the distance between you in a blur of vampiric speed.

“There you are,” he said, grinning as he dangled the mistletoe over your head.

“Kol,” you warned, stepping back.

“What’s the matter? Afraid you’ll enjoy it?” he teased, leaning in just enough to make your pulse jump.

You snatched the mistletoe out of his hand and threw it onto the coffee table. “Stop it.”

Kol only laughed, entirely unbothered. “Admit it, darling. You’re tempted.”

“I’m tempted to stake you,” you muttered, retreating before he could see the heat rising in your cheeks.

Over the next few hours, Kol’s antics escalated. He started appearing out of nowhere, holding the mistletoe above you, leaving you flustered and irritated. You’d turn a corner, and there he’d be, leaning casually against the wall, mistletoe in hand.

And then he took it a step further.

You reached into your pocket to grab your phone and froze when your fingers brushed something unfamiliar. Pulling it out, you found the mistletoe, its tiny berries mocking you.

Your frustration boiled over. Clutching the mistletoe, you stormed through the halls in search of Kol. You found him lounging in the library, an innocent expression plastered across his face as he flipped through a book.

When he saw you, his eyes lit up with mock surprise. “Darling! To what do I owe the pleasure?”

You held up the mistletoe. “Explain this.”

Kol’s smirk widened. “Why, I’ve no idea how that got there. Perhaps it’s fate telling you something?”

“Is sneaking mistletoe into my pocket your idea of fate now?” you snapped.

Kol closed the book and stood, strolling toward you with deliberate slowness. “Perhaps I put it there…” He trailed off, tilting his head as though deep in thought. Then, with exaggerated delight, he gasped. “Or maybe it was one of Santa’s elves! Tricky little devils, aren’t they?”

Your blood boiled, your heart racing faster with every word. “Are you serious right now?”

He grinned, stepping closer. “Why wouldn’t I be? I mean, you have some mistletoe. Is this your way of asking for a kiss?”

His tone was playful, but the smug look on his face was unbearable. He clearly thought he had the upper hand, and you were done letting him have it.

Fine. Two could play at that game.

Before he could say another word, you stormed across the room, grabbing him by the collar. His eyes widened in shock, but before he could react, you kissed him.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t soft. It was every ounce of frustration you’d felt all day wrapped into one bold, heated kiss.

When you pulled back, Kol’s expression was priceless. His smirk was gone, replaced by wide eyes and parted lips. He blinked, his hand brushing his lips as though trying to process what just happened. For the first time all day, he was completely speechless.

“Happy now?” you asked, tossing the mistletoe at him.

A slow grin spread across his face, and he let out a soft laugh. “You’ve just made Christmas my favorite holiday.”

You couldn’t help but laugh in return. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it,” he replied, his usual confidence returning as he leaned in and captured your lips in another kiss. This one was softer, deliberate, and left your knees weak.

Maybe you did.

[iluvdietcokex]

real.

[klausysworld]

Apart of the Family

Loving Elijah Mikaelson wasn't an easy thing.

He pushed me away the entirety of the start of our relationship, he wouldn't talk about his feelings or his thoughts. Sometimes he thought breaking up would protect me from him and his family.

If I hadn't loved him so much then I would have left but I couldn't help but stay. We met in Mystic Falls when he was there to deal with Klaus and avenge his family. I had thought he'd left when Klaus daggered him so I was so happy when Damon woke him back up.

He came to my house even before getting his haircut to see me and he ended up staying the night before having to leave with plans to wake his family.

Rebekah didn't like me much to start out, none of them trusted me or wanted me in their house but that didn't stop Elijah from coming to mine. But if he wasn't with them, looking after them 24/7 like a father figure then they all started to fall apart.

He started to pull away again, so I had to confront the Mikaelsons myself, which was admittedly terrifying but overall worth it when Klaus's eyes shimmered with respect and I got to shove past Rebekah and up the stairs of the mansion. Elijah was practically feral after listening to me stand up to his siblings.

His mother liked me, although I'm not really sure if that should be taken as a compliment or an insult. Elijah liked it though. I think he's always sought approval from his parents.

He was distraught when he found out his mother planned to kill them. More broken then any of his siblings could ever know. He made me promise not to tell them that he'd been sobbing into my chest for over two hours that night.

We left for a little while, Elijah needed some time and I jumped at the chance of having him alone for a little while before he was inevitably called back.

We'd been living such a domesticated life We had our own house, yard, stupid white-picket fence.

Even though I knew it was impossible, I started to dream of having his child. I knew he'd been the perfect father, he had a thousand years worth of practice.

I could imagine if we had a son, he'd be all dressed in his little suit with his hair combed neatly. Elijah was just perfect, but he couldn't have children so I wouldn’t either.

I thought I was happy with that, until I found out that Klaus was having a baby.

It wasn't fair. He didn't even want a child and neither did Hayley. Elijah was the only reason the child stayed alive and Klaus still daggered him.

"I promise you, I'll bring him home." He told me when I'd found out he wasn't even in the house somewhere but under Marcels mercy.

"Klaus." I whispered, I could feel my eyes getting wet with tears and he sighed.

"I wouldn't let him get hurt. I know you think I'm selfish and I use my brother...to an extent that's true, but I do love him and I know that you do. He'll come back and I'll undagger him before the baby is even born." He promised and I didn't have much room to argue. Instead I just went back upstairs.

Even Rebekah came which was a nightmare. I don't know what her problem was for me but somehow my favourite Mikaelson in that house was Klaus.

Until Klaus finally brought him back.

I didn't care that Rebekah was pissed that I got to hug him first, I refused to let him go and he didn't seem to be budging much either. I could feel his face nuzzling my neck as I breathed in his scent.

"He made us stop at a suit shop on the way over, he refused for you to see him all dusty and-"

"That's enough, Niklaus. Just leave us be." Elijah muttered and I sighed in relief at the sound of his voice.

By evening I was snuggled up to his bare chest, his hands on my back as he pressed a series of kisses to the top of my head.

"I love you." He mumbled and I smiled, he didn't like saying it often. He worried it would lose it's meaning.

"I love you too." I whispered, wanting nothing more than to lay with him forever.

Things got better and worse from then.

Everything was Klaus centred again of course. When wasn't it?

But I did feel bad for him, to have to go as far to fake his child's death. It was the first time I'd ever hugged him, I could feel his tears on my neck as he tried to sniff them back. Elijah was looking at me from across the room, a slight nod to his head as he finished the phone call with Rebekah.

Things were quiet after that.

But then everything went wrong again, Esther and Mikael came back. Elijah's 'Red Door' opened and he almost suffocated me in his sleep.

He wouldn't touch be for almost a month, not even hold my hand, it was torture. It took a very hash breakdown and a really long cry for him to finally wrap his arms around me and apologise.

It was really hard for a while, but seeing him with Hope in his arms did something to me. It broke me.

That was when Rebekah finally realised we weren't that different. She sat with me on the bathroom floor whilst I sobbed over not being able to have his child and we stayed there until Elijah came in and found us. I wouldn't tell him what was wrong and ended up leaving for a a few hours but it was obvious that Rebekah had spoken to him about it by the time I got home.

He welcomed be back into his arms and he held me tight, caressing my arms and my back before finally breaking the silence.

"I truly refuse to believe that with the amount of magic in this world, that there is no possible chance of me being able to give you a baby." He whispered and I sniffed.

"You're dead Elijah, your sperm is dead." I mumbled and he ran his fingers through my hair.

"Witches bring people back from the dead, I think they can revive a couple of my swimmers." He chuckled and I let out a half cry/half laugh.

"You really think that?" I whispered and he kissed the side of my face.

"I'm at least going to try." He murmured.

It wasn't really mentioned again for a while so I assumed that it had just been a fleeting idea to calm me down.

That was until I walked into our room and found it covered in candles and rose petals. Elijah was stood in a fresh suit, his hands clasped together with a rose between them.

"What..." I mumbled and he let out a shaky breath.

"I found a witch." He stated and my brows pulled together for a second before the realisation washed over me.

"You did?" I whispered and he nodded. I dropped my bag down and made my way inside, standing in front of him and taking the rose from his hands, placing it down on the vanity. "Are you sure that it'll work?" I asked and his lips twitched.

"There's only one way to find that out." He murmured lowly, his umber eyes bleeding into obsidian.

I reached up to carefully undo his tie, my fingers unloosing the fabric in the way he liked to do it so that it wouldn't stretch or 'fold funny'. I pushed his blazer down his shoulders and rest it over the chair before reaching up to undo each button one by one. I made sure my fingertips brushed over the firm muscle of his chest before pulling the shirt off his arms and onto the chair as well.

My eyes glanced up to his as I loosened his belt, slipping it away from his hips and popping the button on his trousers. He let out a soft sigh through his nose as they dropped down to his ankles and he stepped out of them. I let him take his boxers off whilst I unbuttoned my dress all the way down and slipped my panties off and reached back to get my bra off.

His hand was round my waist, pulling me to bed in a second making me smile and lean back into the mattress as he hovered over me.

"I promise I'll give you a baby, Y/N." He uttered and I felt my heart and lower stomach flutter.

His hands stroked down the length of my body before my thighs were gripped and pushed open. I bit my lip to hold back my grin as his lips worked their way down from the top of my neck to my navel.

"Does this help make the baby?" I whispered with a breathy laugh as his hot breath stimulated my clitoris.

"It might." He murmured with a grin before his tongue licked a strip through my folds before focusing on my clit. My head went back, resting against the pillows and my legs fell open against his hands that gripped my thighs firmly. I looked up at the ceiling through heavy eyes as his tongue swirled perfectly. Heat stroked me so precisely that I was a trembling mess in a matter of seconds. It always amazed me how easily he broke me.

It never took long before my fingers were latched into his hair, ruining the neat appearance he always held and forcing groans to vibrate through my lower body and set fire to my core.

I never received any time to recover before he was cupping my face and lifting my legs, hushing my whine as my leg was stretched over his shoulder.

"Look at me, darling." He murmured but his voice was somehow always clear. I did as he said, my eyes locking with his as I felt him push inside me; stretching and filling me inch my inch until all the air was gone from my lungs.

His lips pushed to mine, filling my mouth with his tongue and teasing mine. "Elijah..." I moaned quietly against him and he pulled away with a groan, looking down at me and kissing my forehead as his hips drew back before pushing forward with force. I let out a sharp breath as he did so, my hands cupping his neck and my nails scratching the back of his head. "Gods..." I whispered and he let out a low hum as he build a steady rhythm to move against me.

"I can't wait to pump you full of my child." He uttered, his eyes swirling with that familiar darkness. I panted with a smile on my lips, feeling my leg strain as he pushed be deeper into the bed and moved quicker. "Feel you milk me of my last drop." He breathed out as his mouth now hovered back over mine, making my skin hotter and hotter. "See you round and swollen..." He grunted, his body stuttering before getting a little rougher.

His grip started to get tighter, his fingertips pressing bruises into the skin of my thigh and hip. The veins starting to scatter beneath his eyes and down his stubbled cheeks. My hands slid round from his neck to feel how they raised against the pads of my thumbs.

"I need you." I whispered and his brows furrowed.

"You have me." He muttered, thrusting particularly hard as if to make a point. "All of me."

"Prove it." I breathed and his blunt nails dug in a little before one of his hands let go and slid down my body to massage my clit so well that I knew that was it for me.

His other hand was round my throat, forcing me to look back at him as his warmth started to fill more and more, one thrust at a time until he stayed completely still above me. His forehead rest against mine, his skin warm on mine as he shifted to kiss my lips.

"I promise you, by the end of the year, you'll be carrying our child and I'll be massaging you until you're perfectly sated." He smiled and I mirrored it as he shifted so that I was laid on top of his firm body. "We should lay for a while...so that it can take." He whispered and I hummed.

"I'd lay with you forever."

"Always, and forever." He corrected softly.

[writememysticfalls]

Naughty | Elijah Mikaelson

Summary: Elijah's body starts to misbehave when he's around you. Elijah has to hide it before he makes a fool of himself.

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x reader

Genre: Suggestive, fluffy, flustered!Elijah

Word Count: <1k

Elijah blinked, trying to remember what he had been doing. From the moment you entered the kitchen in a sheer lilac slip dress, everything had gone hazy.

You stretched for the can of coffee on the top shelf. “Elijah,” you called. “A leg up, please?”

Elijah cleared his throat. “Of course.”

He kneeled on the floor, and you stepped on his thigh, grabbing his shoulders to steady yourself.

As you reached for the coffee, and Elijah watched your silk dress skate higher and higher up your brown thigh.

“Almost…” you said, moving your foot up Elijah’s leg, till it almost brushed his crotch.

Elijah felt sparks of pleasure run up his leg. His body started to misbehave. He could not let you see this.

Elijah moved away from you so fast you fell onto the floor.

“Elijah?” you said, catching your breath. “What happened?”

Elijah cursed. Did this have to happen now? In front of you, his brother’s friend?

You pulled Elijah towards you, and gasped.

Elijah’s eyes were red, and veins covered his cheeks. His fangs were pointing out.

“Oh no, Elijah,” you said. “Are you hungry? When did you last feed?”

Elijah gulped. “Vampires gain their fangs when hungry… threatened… or aroused.”

You laughed into your hands. “Oh my god. Did I just give Elijah Mikaelson a vampire hard-on?”

Elijah’s grabbed the doorframe with one hand, crushing it. “It's nothing. I just need a few moments to collect myself.”

You sucked your cereal spoon, smiling. “So you do have a thing for me.”

“Of course not. Mere coincidence,” Elijah said, mopping his brow with his handkerchief. His fangs shrunk away.

“So,” you said naughtily, “nothing will happen if I do this.”

You dropped the spoon at his feet and bent to pick it up. Elijah’s eyes were glued to your dangling necklace… and your soft chest beneath.

Elijah’s fangs shot out with a hiss. “For the love of God,” he muttered.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” you said, slinging your hands over his shoulders. “It's cute.”

Elijah shut his eyes. “I am not some newborn vampire, unable to control his lust.”

“But you are around me,” you said, gazing up at him through your lashes.

Elijah watched you with open-mouthed awe, not even trying to hide his fangs.

“It's okay,” you said, lowering your voice. “I have an insane vamp boner for you.”

“Is that so?” he said, his lips pulling up.

Your eyes were wide and innocent as you toyed with Elijah’s collar. “So, what can a vampire do when their fangs…misbehave?”

Elijah smiled down at you, pulling your body against his. His fingers made tiny circles on the silk over your waist.

“There are many options,” he said quietly. “Usually one would leave, but you will not let me. One may try to think about something else,” he coiled your hair around his finger, “but that is also proving impossible.” He raised his chin sharply. “That leaves, well, embracing the situation.”

He swept your hair away from your throat.

“May I?” he said. His fangs were poised over your neck to drink.

Your eyes slipped shut and your breath hitched in your throat. “Of course I'll help you with your little problem,” you said. “You can address my sticky situation later."

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