#Vampire Diaries x reader

[klausysworld]

hey, so i’ve been having this scene in my head for days where y/n and klaus are kidnapped by some witches and they are put under a sex spell that makes both of them really horny. they gotta have intercourse for the witches to draw the energy that comes from simultaneous orgasms or something like that. they are reluctant at first especially y/n but klaus manages to convince/seduce her and they end up having the best sex of their life. could you write something like that pls?

Timeless Desire

Klaus groaned softly, rolling onto his back and peeling his eyes open. The light stung at his pupils making then shrink momentarily before they expanded beyond their usual diameter.

His body ran hot and a familiar but much more intense ache rolled through his body, his lower body especially. With a stiff grunt he placed his hand over his crotch, an immediate cry leaving him with how incredibly hard he was.

"Fuck" He breathed, lifting his spinning head and forcing himself up onto to find himself in a plain, bright room. He was fully dressed but he felt the need to tear each material from his skin. Just as he started to tug at the hem of his shirt his attention was pulled to a soft moan, one that made his loins stir.

Klaus spun round to see a vaguely familiar girl curled up in the corner. Dressed in a floaty dress that meant that the delicious scent of her arousal spread through the room like a wild fire. His eyes found hers, she was afraid that much was clear and if he were honest, he was also a little nervous but she looked scared of him and he didn't understand why.

His lips parted to speak but before he could, someone else's voice piped up.

"Perfect. You're both awake!" The voice was cold and mildly amused. Klaus felt his anger spike, he knew this witch. Not personally but he knew who it was and the type of shit this guy did. But the girl didn't, Klaus could tell that she was lost. "Now I know you're a little scared honey, but don't panic, I'm not here to hurt you." The guy grinned, adressing the girl before gesturing to Klaus "But he might" He whispered to her and Klaus frowned, confused. Did he know her? "Now you should recognise each other just a little bit. This, honey, is Klaus Mikaelson" He smirked and she sniffed, backing further into the corner, "And this is Y/n Y/l/n, you met once, she's part of Jackson's or I suppose now it's Hayley's pack" The witch explained and Klaus's eyes went wide. Hayley had introduced them, once, and he had liked her. He had flirted and teased but nothing came of it, so why was she here? Why was he here?

"What is this, exactly?" Klaus questioned, brows furrowed and eyes darting to Y/n who was squeezing her thighs together tightly.

"You know what it is and you're not gonna fight it. There are dozens of us who will benefit from this ritual and you will complete it by the next full moon." The witch told him sternly and Klaus's expression darkened.

"You're sick" He spat, he knew the ritual he meant. It was a power draw. Two supernaturals, when simultaneously orgasming would release a specific type of power that could be used and twisted to perform some of the biggest spells. Werewolves especially, their hormones are so high. And Klaus? He was perfect for this type of sorcery.

"Sick or not, It's necessary. You have a month, get to know each other if you have to. Or if you want to get back to your daughter them make it happen as soon as you can, hm?" He snapped and Klaus growled.

He knew what the witch was suggesting and based on how Y/n cried "No" , she knew too. The magic wielder left and Klaus looked to Y/n who was shaking her head.

"Please don't" She whimpered and Klaus sighed, brushing his hand over his hair and groaning at the sweat that coated him from how his skin boiled.

"I'm not...I won't make you do anything" He told her, trying to keep his distance but suddenly the room felt so much smaller.

They stayed in opposite corners, silent and uncomfortable. Sometimes she would cry and he would whisper that it was okay and they would get out but he knew it was useless.

When night came it was freezing, unbelievably and her body trembled. He knew what they were doing. They wanted them to lay together to conserve their heat, to touch. Instead, klaus pulled his henley over his head and pushed it over to her so she may warm up.

They stayed silent for days before Y/n began to struggle. His eyes had met her fading ones in the centre of the night and he nodded, getting up and coming over to her.

"It's okay" He whispered, laying down beside her and spooning her delicate figure against him. His cock was solid and pressed right against her ass but he didn't grind himself or say anything, he just needed to keep her warm and alive until the night was over.

But in the morning, the temperature was all the way up and their bodies were practically stuck together. Y/n was dragging the henley over her head, her body pressed against Klaus's and it made him bite down on his tongue hard. Her hips shifted without meaning to and Klaus groaned, bucking his hips against her firm ass. A whine left her and he grunted.

"Fuck, I'm- I'm sorry" He muttered, crawling away from her. He felt like a dog, a weak, panting dog that was desperate for water. His mind was hazy with her so close, he wanted her. He wanted to taste her, to feel her, hear her. Y/n looked so soft, so perfect.

She had curves, he could see them through the dress when she laid and he needed them.

But he couldn't, she was still scared and he couldn't make her. He would do a lot of things but he would not force her.

Klaus tried to stay away from her in the day, only touch at night for heat but then they started to get hungry, physically. Y/n needed food and Klaus needed blood. The witches said Klaus must feed from her and if Y/n wanted food then she would have to earn it. The deal was that for each minute they kissed, she would get a pice or a slice of something. No specifications, just something to entice her.

She was famished when she looked up at him, eyes wet with tears that hadn't yet fallen. Klaus softened, again, and let her shuffle over. His arms wrapped loosely around her waist and whispered gently in her ear. "It's going to be alright sweetheart, just a minute so you can get something okay? I won't hurt you"

Y/n leaned close to him, needing to feel safe and he could do that. She knew the witches were watching and it was unsettling but she also knew that she needed to eat.

So she closed her pretty eyes and let their lips collide. It was supposed to be closed mouth and quick but once they both got a small taste, they yearned for more.

Y/n broke first, surprisingly, and moaned against his lips. As soon as her mouth opened, his tongue was inside and their little kiss became an intense make out session. The heat was too much again and Klaus was pulling her to straddle his lap whilst his tongue fucked her mouth passionately.

They were both blissfully unaware of the time passing by as their bodies rubbed together desperately and her legs spread invitingly for him to lay between as he pushed her onto her back and bunched her dress up. His cock was so close to tearing through his boxers as he dragged his jeans down his hips roughly. Y/n was tugging at him overly eagerly, needing him inside her.

However as soon as he hand grabbed at her panties, her eyes flew open. A gasp leaving her throat and her face pulled away making his wolf growl and hers whine. The fear was back and he could smell it. He panted and let go of her underwear. His eyes listed to meet hers and she whimpered, but she didn't look too scared, she was still lustful.

But they didn't have time to talk about it. Not when a tray had appeared in the opposite corner. Y/n had scrambled over there, grabbing at the pieces of pancake and the berries. Klaus cleared his throat and pulled his trousers back on, he felt embarrassed but he knew he couldn't be due to the circumstances.

He came and sat by her whilst she ate, he was watching over her. Klaus had become protective. The witches had come in one night and tried to take her clothes, to speed the process and since that night he made sure to stay close. He had to fight them off, he almost turned and they knew not to touch her again. He knew that they were still winning, they wanted him to feel possessive and it was working.

He would look around the room, searching for where they were watching them from. He could never find it. In the end his attention would end up back on Y/n.

Once she had devoured everything on her plate, she was snuggling up to him and ready to sleep. There wasn't much to do bug struggle and sleep. The only issue was when she needed to sleep in the daytime. In sunlight hours, it was far too hot to be touching, as the next week came by Klaus ended up sitting in just his boxers during the day. Y/n had torn her dress so it was shorter but eventually it was shredded entirely and she was left in her bra and panties.

It felt so much better in the day but at night? Klaus often worried she would die. Even with their werewolf bodies generating heat, she wasn't strong enough for the temperatures they were putting them through. He would be wrapped around her, on top of her, holding as much over her as possible so that she was as warm as he could have her. It was in the night that he would feed from her. It felt so intimate, too intimate and he couldn't have the witches seeing and he couldn’t have the combination of the heat, her body and feeding all at once so he did it in the cold and dark.

Sometimes, his hands would stroke her skin whilst he fed and when he pulled his mouth away from his neck he would give her little kisses as a thank you. But little kisses weren't a thing. They got sloppy fast and they would be dry humping in minutes.

Too many times one of them had cum in their pants. It resulted in them both completely naked. Y/n had clung onto her bra but he had torn it off her when in a frenzy.

Their lack of clothing made everything difficult.

Klaus wished that the witches could've drawn power from the times he had cum against her leg in the night but he knew that had to be inside her and they had to do it in unison. It was the only way.

He missed his family. He needed to get home, Hope probably thought he had left her but whenever he looked at Y/n, he couldn't ask her to do it. How could he? In the span of weeks he felt that he loved her, he couldn't hurt her.

They had been lead together all night and all day, despite the heat. Their mouths seemed permanently attached, always kissing, licking, loving. Klaus didn't realise how it would feel to cum without any friction. To simply get so hard that he couldn't hold it in. His cock felt like it had exploded with ecstasy. Y/n had giggled when it went all over her stomach, she had stroked his hair gently while he panted and let her kiss his jaw.

"I love you" He whispered to her one day, it was on the fourth week but they didn't know that. Time wasn't real to them. It felt like months had passed with the amount of time they had spent together.

Y/n didn't reply, it hurt him but he understood.

"Would you lie to me...so that you could get out of here?" She asked him a while later, voice weak and eyes avoiding him.

"No" He whispered. "If I were ever going to do that, I would have done that in the first few days. I promise you, I won't ever hurt you. That full moon and come and go, they can torture me but I will never-"

"We have to...I know we do...I just- I"

"I know" He murmured, stroking her arm. "I'll take care of you" It was a promise.

"They'll watch..." She whispered, and he could see that inkling of fear again. It only appeared when the witches were mentioned or showed themselves.

"I'll hide you" He whispered, he pulled her into his hold. "We can be right up in the corner, they'll only see me."

"They've already seen me" She uttered and his heart broke, he was sure of it. He cupped her face and pressed their foreheads together.

"I'm going to rip their eyes from their heads as soon as we get out of here, I promise you" He told her, his voice incredibly low so that they couldn't hear. Y/n nodded silently and sighed softly.

"Maybe just...try something smaller first?" She questioned and he tilted his head but caught on when she shyly touched his hand, his fingers.

"Yeah...we can do that" He whispered, caressing her hand gently and lifting it to kiss her palm. "I can do that for you" He nodded whilst his hands glided down her sides, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Y/n whimpered softly and closed her eyes, focusing on the intoxicating sensations he created.

His lips pressed to her cheek before scattering down her neck, sucking briefly to make her moan whilst his hands massaged her thighs. Y/n pressed herself right to him, her skin on his and her breath against his ear whilst he brushed his touch between her legs.

A low groan left him when he felt how wet she was, not that he expected less. She had been permanently soaked since they were put here. He had felt it through his clothes at the start, when they would move against one another; more recently she would grind on his thigh but he hadn't been able to really touch her how he wanted. She was much more aware than he was which surprised him with his years of restraint and experience.

Many moments of weakness had struck him. He would stroke himself as quietly as he could but he knew that she knew. They were both far too physically sensitive to feel the psychological shame. To begin with they did but now? They had accepted the desperation. They were submitting to it.

That was obvious when his forefinger slipped inside her with ease. Y/n whimpered and curled her fingers against his shoulders whilst her pussy clenched. Klaus pushed a second finger in with only slight resistance and slowly moved them in time.

"It's alright" He mumbled, kissing the side of her head "You're nice and wet for me" He whispered and she moaned softly. Her eyes squeezed shut and her head rest against his neck to muffle her sounds. His thumb hovered over her clit, encouraging her to move her hips in time with his hand.

They started tentative and gentle but the heat took over soon enough. His digits moved inside her as quickly as physically possible, her hips bucked in a frenzy and her moans were no longer hidden and quiet. She was loud, desperate, hungry for him.

Klaus bit down on his tongue to shut himself up as he pumped three fingers into her enthusiastically. He was certain he could stretch her wide enough for his whole hand but he didn't need to. She bit down on his shoulder when she came around his hand with no warning other than a broken cry.

He expected her to be exhausted but she only seemed more eager for him to finally fuck her. Her mouth was on his in seconds, begging him to take her. His fingertips rubbed her clit, trying to bring her down from her high but it only riled her up further.

"Love" He mumbled, a groan to his voice, "Sweetheart"

Eventually she stopped and looked up at him. Her pupils were blown and he fought against every instinct as he cupped her sweet face and kissed her forehead.

"I'm sorry" she whispered "I got carried away"

Her cheeks were blushed red and it made him smile. "It's okay, I just didn't want you to keep going if you didn't actually want to" He murmured, knowing that the intensity of the witches magic was sending their bodies into overdrive.

Y/n nodded and glanced down at his hand with embarrassment.

"Why don't you go see if they've filled your tray?" He suggested softly so that her attention shifted. Y/n went to her feeding area and was able to relax and eat her only meal of the day whilst Klaus went to their usual sleep area. The remains of their clothes worked as some sort of bed and he sighed softly at the reality they were living in.

He promised himself that he would have her wrapped in the finest silk sheets, clad in the softest of clothes and fed the most exceptional of meals. He would care for her, he would get to care for his daughter again and see his family. He hoped they'd be happy to see him.

Similar thoughts swirled through his mind each night as he lay with her curled in his arms. Sometimes she would ask what he was thinking and he would tell her whilst she silently hoped that she would get to stay with him once they escaped.

As the full moon neared their scents became stronger and each little, harmless touch became much more intense. They both became more animalistic. Touch, food and sleep was all they wanted and it was all they got.

Klaus was far too happy with the recent development of being allowed to touch that sweet pussy of hers. His fingers were always inside her however after hours of having her fall apart on her hand she needed more. Which was how Klaus ended up with his mouth attached to her cunt for an entire night.

Much to his embarrassment Klaus had borderline begged her to touch his cock. Y/n had felt guilty for letting him struggle and stroked him until he was as much a mess as she had been.

They weren't aware that it was the night of the full moon when their lust overpowered them both.

The witches had the rest of their ingredients ready to draw from the two wolves once the moon hung high.

Klaus's mouth had moved up and down her body three times mover before his cock finally spread her pussy lips open. Her hands grabbed at his skin, her nails dragging up his back to pull him closer.

"Are you sure?" He breathed though he wasn't sure if he could actually stop himself if she said no. Thankfully she was all the more eager.

"Please Klaus, I'm sure, I'm ready" She begged, her eyes pleading with his and making him nod subconsciously and push into her.

The first few thrusts were as slow as he could manage as his fingers curled to grasp at the ground beneath them. His claws extended without him knowing whilst his cock thickened inside her and pushed against her soaking walls.

His head fell forward whilst hers went back and her own claws sunk deep into his flesh.

It only took a minute before control was tossed and Klaus's mind went into overdrive. His hips started to snap aggressively to hers, his ears longing to hear that harsh slap of their skin meeting and the immediate moan that left her lips.

His hands slid under her back to hold onto the back of her shoulders to get a good grip on her whilst he thrust into her roughly. Her legs were up around his hips and he could feel the heels of her feet hit against the base of his back with each thrust.

"God, I love you" He panted, his eyes burning gold as he clung to her tightly and pressed his lips to her jaw. Her cunt was so wet and hot, he never wanted to leave. She squeezed him so delightfully that his vision would go for a moment here and there.

Y/n couldn't close her mouth for even a second, her sounds were endless whilst she begged.

"Harder, Klaus. Please!" She cried, her claws shredding the skin of his back. He obeyed her demands and bucked his hips harsher, hitting that spot with more force.

Klaus watched her eyes roll back whilst her body tensed and tightened.

"Not yet, love" He murmured through a strained voice. He gripped her tighter and moved faster, chasing what his body desperately needed. Klaus groaned loudly, his mind was on fire, his body too. A fire of desire set them both aflame.

The witches gathered in a circle, their chanting synchronised as they felt the power start to flow.

Klaus held himself up with one hand whilst the other slide down the front of her body to dip between her legs. His cock continued to slide back and forth roughly within her whilst his fingertips began to circle her swollen clit.

Y/n was borderline screaming for him when she came undone, her jaw open when he sheathed himself to the hilt and released inside her.

Their foreheads pressed together, sticking with sweat as they panted warm air against each other's mouths.

Y/n felt the weakening first. It hit hard, as though every ounce of her energy was dragged out of her soul.

Klaus noticed her skin paling and worry settle dover him before he felt the same struggle. He muttered incoherently, trying to tell her it was okay but his mind went fuzzy but this time it wasn't due to pleasure.

He knew that the witches had completed their ritual but he hadn’t expected the effects to happen so quickly or be quite so intense. Unfortunately his thoughts were cut short when everything went dark.

It felt like days had passed when he woke again.

His head rang and his arms shifted to hold onto Y/n but she wasn't there.

Immediately he pushed himself up, ignoring the blaring ache throughout his muscles. His eyes were wide when he saw the familiarity of of his bedroom. Relief flooded him before the confusion and the worry.

"Y/N!" He yelled, his throat raw. Elijah appeared in the doorway, rushing over to his brother.

"Niklaus-" He spoke, voice clear as he put his hands on the hybrids shoulders. "It's alright- we got the coven, the majority are dead. We kept the leaders back for you to deal with and-"

"We have to go back right now!" Klaus told him, eyes wide. "Y/n's still there, tell me you didn't hurt her-" He yelled before a throat cleared and Klaus pushed Elijah out of the way.

Y/n was stood slightly behind Hayley, dressed properly for the first time in weeks and looking up at him with a tired but genuine smile.

He took fast strides before pulling her into his chest and smelling her now clean hair. He looked ahead of him and smiled when Rebekah came into view with Hope on her hip.

Y/n pulled away so that Klaus could hold his daughter and she rubbed her eyes. Hayley placed a gentle arm on Y/n's shoulder and gave her a smile.

"Welcome to the family" She told her, a lighthearted tone to her voice in hopes of keeping the positive energy of their rescue alive rather than the haunting memories of their time in the room.

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heyy love your writing sm!! wondering if u could do mikaelsons having a powerful witch as a boyfriend headcannons

The mikaelson having a powerful witch as a boyfriend

Klaus

Klaus, for all his bravado, is secretly fascinated by Y/N's power. He's seen it first-hand and deeply respects its potential (and the potential threat it poses if directed at him). It's a grudging respect, of course, laced with a possessive desire to keep that power close.

He'd never admit it, but Klaus finds immense comfort in Y/N’s abilities. The knowledge that Y/N could protect him and their family from threats he might not even see coming is a silent relief. He sees Y/N as his equal, someone who compliments and adds to his already considerable power.

Arguments are explosive, theatrical displays of magical fireworks and roared threats. Klaus, of course, always tries to have the last word. But Y/N, with a flick of his wrist and a muttered spell, often silences him in creative and humiliating ways (temporarily, of course).

Klaus is incredibly protective of Y/N, but not in a way that stifles him. He recognizes Y/N is a powerful witch, not a damsel. His protectiveness manifests in subtle manipulations, ensuring Y/N always has the upper hand, even when he thinks he doesn't.

Klaus uses Y/N as his sounding board for his plans, not because he needs advice, but because he enjoys the way Y/N's mind works. He loves hearing Y/N dissect his strategies and offer alternative perspectives, even if he doesn't always take them.

He paints Y/N. These paintings are kept private, locked away where only Klaus can see them.

Cuddling? Only when he's feeling particularly vulnerable or when Y/N initiates it. He'd never admit he enjoys it, but he always leans in a little closer..

Y/N’s magic during sex is raw and untamed, mirroring their emotions. It manifests as flickering flames that send shivers down Klaus’s spine.

Elijah

Elijah is endlessly fascinated by Y/N's magic

Elijah is incredibly protective of Y/N, knowing the dangers witches face.

Dinner dates often involve Elijah meticulously selecting a vintage wine, The conversations are always elegant and stimulating.

Elijah is surprisingly playful with Y/N, often indulging in small, affectionate gestures like tucking a stray hair behind his ear or leaving a single red rose on Y/N's pillow. These small gifts of love never went unnoticed by Y/N.

Elijah is a traditionalist when it comes to courting. Expect handwritten letters, thoughtful gifts that show he truly sees Y/N, and a slow burn that builds genuine intimacy. The anticipation is part of the pleasure.

Sex with Elijah is an experience in controlled passion. He’s attentive to Y/N’s desires, always prioritizing pleasure. Think slow, deliberate movements, heated whispers, and the feeling of being utterly cherished.

Y/N's magic subtly enhances their intimate moments. Sometimes, the air crackles with barely contained energy, a silent hum of power that intensifies the connection between them. Other times, it's a gentle warmth that spreads through their bodies, heightening sensitivity.

When Y/N’s magic flares, Elijah finds it incredibly arousing. The raw, untamed power is a stark contrast to his own carefully cultivated composure.

Arguments with Elijah are rare, but when they happen, they are intense. He's a master of words, and he knows how to cut deep. However, he always strives for resolution, never letting anger fester. Apologies are sincere, often accompanied by a heartfelt promise to do better.

Elijah finds immense peace in watching Y/N practice magic. The focused concentration on Y/N's face, the subtle shifts in the air, it soothes something deep within him, a welcome contrast to the chaos of his life.

He collects antique spell books and ingredients as gifts for Y/N

Kol

He steals Y/N's spell books. Not to use them properly, of course. Just to dramatically flip through them while lounging around, occasionally mispronouncing incantations and earning exasperated sighs and fond eye rolls.

Kol definitely encourages Y/N to use his magic for petty revenge.

If Y/N is feeling drained after a particularly taxing spell, Kol is surprisingly gentle.

He loves gifting Y/N rare and unusual ingredients for his spells.

He fiercely protects Y/N from any and all supernatural threats. While Y/N can certainly handle himself, Kol takes a possessive pride in being his protector. Woe betide anyone who tries to harm him.

Kol has a whole collection of nicknames for Y/N, ranging from the affectionate (like "my spellbinder") to the teasing ("my little warlock") depending on his mood.

He's not above using his vampire speed to steal kisses when Y/N is engrossed in his spell work. It always earns a flustered but fond response.

Sex with Kol is a volatile mix of passion, possessiveness, and exploration. He loves to push boundaries, test limits, and leave Y/N breathless and begging for more. It’s a power play that they both revel in.

He's secretly pleased when Y/N uses his magic to defend him

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Vowbroken- Elijah Mikaelson x f!Reader (Part 4)

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3.1k words: Elijah and you fight until suddenly you both snap. In your moments of pleasure you two discover something that might help you both survive.

Warnings: smut (finally), kinky choking, Elijah losing control, silghtly degradation but even more praise, dom/sub dynamics, dom!Elijah, switch!reader

A/N: I had sooo much fun writing this chapter. Finally the smut chapter. No matter how much I enjoy writing this story smut will forever be my favourite thing to write.

You stood barefoot in the middle of the room, and tried to draw from the energy of nature. Your fingers were stained with dirt from the wall and desperation. The spell should have worked. You’d memorized every word, every twist of intention. But Anastasia, no, Eve, had somehow be able to devoid you of any magic somehow. You hated her for it. You couldn’t get yourself to call her your mother. Not yet. The pain was still to deep. You tried again.

Nothing happened.

Again.

You exhaled hard through your nose, stamping onto the floor. And in the middle of your frustration you heard his voice. You didn’t know when he had become so obnoxious but he probably always has been.

“Oh no,” Elijah drawled from where he leaned against the wall, arms crossed, the smirk practically audible. “It didn’t work. And I was so sure that the onehundreth try would be THE one.“

You turned to him slowly, you jaw clenched, "Don’t," you hissed. You hate how he was mocking you the entire time. At least one of you was trying to get out of this hell. You were hungry and sleep deprived. The only food you ever got was two pieces bread per day and Elijah had always given you his part insisting that he didn’t need to eat.

“Don’t what?” he asked, pushing off the wall and strolling closer, slow and deliberate. “Mock you? I wouldn’t dream of it. It’s just… you do look adorable when you’re failing. Like a mouse trying to get out of a labyrinth.“

You groaned annoyed letting yourself fall to the floor. Elijah sighed and rolled his eyes as if you were just an inconvenience that he had to handle properly, "I appreciate the persistence, but it does get repetitive.“

"You don’t understand! My magic is only limited here! If I get out I can use it and free myself."

Elijah chuckled, "Yourself," he repeated, "So I‘m just collateral then?“

You huffed, "Sorry that I am not really focused on saving you. I‘d rather see you dead.

"You had your chance. You ran,“ Elijah said with a smug smile.

You looked at him, "We are still enemies??,“ you asked confused

"Mmh just enemies,“ Elijah drawled enjoying the words. Over time he had obviously gotten more frustrated and with that a lot more insufferable, "Tell me something little witch, do you push your tongue down every enemy‘s throat?,“ he asked raising his eyebrow his voice low and taunting.

Your breath caught for just a second, heat rising in your cheeks before you scoffed and looked away from him.

“Only the ones who annoy me enough,” you said, voice flat, but he saw the flicker in your eyes.

Elijah stepped closer, slow and deliberate like a predator who already knew the prey wasn’t running. “And here I thought I was special,” he murmured, mocking offensiveness. You looked at him. You had seen him angry, gentle, losing it. But never like that. Never before like this. As if he really wanted to teach you to not be a bitch to him.

“You’re not,” you lied.

He laughed, dark and low. “Then why did you moan when I bit you? Why did you let me feed of you? Why did you rut against me like an animal, love?“

Your stomach turned and your breath was stuck in your throat for a second. Your fingers clenched and you felt hot. He was right. Fuck he was so right.

“Shut up, Elijah.”

“Make me.”

You didn’t respond, your body hot and bothered. You knew you shouldn’t react to him. He had a habit of stopping the teasing once he was fed up enough. Instead, you crossed the space between you in three quick steps, grabbing him by the collar and slamming him back against the wall with a force that surprised even you. You hated how is smug grin only widened the second you kissed him. That bastard had waited only until you snapped. You didn’t understand he had pushed you away, but it seemed as if the frustration was rooted deep in both of you.

The kiss wasn’t soft. It was heat and teeth, lips colliding like a challenge. His hands caught your waist, but he didn’t stop you like last time, no he let you take him, let you demand it, matching your energy with a low growl against your lips. You whimpered against him trying to pull him closer. He was such a good kisser it annoyed you deeply.

You rocked your hips against his for good measure and not expecting that he was so horny that that was all it took. In one swift motion, he turned you, pressing you to the wall now, his thigh slipping between yours, hands gripping your hips like he was holding himself back from breaking something. You tensed under his rough grasp and he losened his touch slightly but his gaze only became more intense

“You love this,” he whispered against your lips, voice rough. “You love kissing me, rutting against me and you love that it’s me making you this desperate.” You moaned grinding around him pulling him back into the kiss, „Me. Your enemy.“

His hand slid down slowly and deliberatly until finally the digits of his fingers brushed beneath your waistband. His touch ghosted over your heat but didn’t give you what you wanted, not yet.

“Say it,” he said, eyes burning into yours. “Beg for it, little witch. Or I’ll leave you dripping and unsatisfied.”

You groaned bucking your hips against his hand.

“Mmh little witch I can feel how you react to me,” Elijah whispered against your neck, his breath hot and taunting as his fingers finally slipped beneath your waistband, teasing you with just the lightest touch. “Like a little bitch.”

“I hate you,” you spat, the words trembling against his skin.

He chuckled, low and dark, the sound vibrating against your throat as his fingers dipped between your thighs. “Oh, I know,” he purred. “But that doesn’t change the fact that you are dripping.”

You gasped as two of his fingers slid through your slick folds, before pushing one inside his thumb connecting with your clit. "Say you hate me while you fuck yourself on my fingers,“ he growled into your ear

“I do,” you choked out, barely able to think, nails digging into his shoulders, while you tried to gain more friction, "I hate you.”

But your hips moved on their own, rocking against his hand like your body didn’t care what your mouth was saying.

Elijah smirked. “Hate’s such a pretty look on you,” he said, curling his fingers just right. A loud moan escaped you and your legs started the wall. Elijah gave you a loving slap, "Look at me.“

Your head hit the wall as you whimpered, pleasure building with every filthy word that left his mouth. And still, he didn’t stop.

“You’re dripping for your enemy,” he sneered, thumb circling that spot that made your knees buckle. “You want me to choke you while I finger you until you cry?“

He laughed as you moaned and his hand wrapped around your throat as his fingers fucking deeper coaxing that pleasure out of you.

Your head hit the wall again, a soft thud muffled by the sharp gasp that tore from your lips as Elijah’s fingers kept moving, working you open like he had all the time in the world to watch you fall apart.

“I said I hate you,” you hissed, trying to push at his chest, even though your body clung to the rhythm of his hand. “This doesn’t mean-"

“You don’t get to lie to me right now,” he growled, eyes locked to yours like they were the only thing tethering you to the ground. “Not with this soaked little cunt squeezing around my fingers.”

You whimpered as he moved his hand faster and your knees gave in his hand around your throat holding you up

“Elijah,” you moaned, "I still want to kill you,” you managed, even as your hips bucked against his hand.

He leaned in, lips brushing your cheek, your jaw, placing a gentle kiss on you a stark contrast to his word. “You’d rather come on my fingers first.” His breath was ragged against your ear and you realised that you weren’t the only one falling apart.

You didn’t know what shocked you more, the softness of his lips after all that, or the way your body burned hotter at the contrast. His fingers never slowed. They moved harder into you, his thumb rubbing over your clit. He slipped a third finger inside you, coaxing your body toward the edge. You noticed how hard he was still controlling himself.

“Elijah, please,” you whispered, your words breaking, the word torn from your throat like it hurt to say. Your forhead fell against his shoulder while he squeezed your throat a little tighter. He stilled and you could basically hear the smirk on his lips forming.

“Say it again,” he commanded, voice like velvet over a blade.

“Elijah, fuck, please,“ you gasped, moaning loudly

He chuckled darkly, lips ghosting along your hair kissing you softly “And here I thought you hated me.”

His fingers moved again, faster fucking you with deliberate precision. His thumb pressed hard against your clit and you cried out loudly.

He smiled against your hair, . “Come for me like my good little girl,” he growled, his hand tightened a littleat your throat, “Or are you more of a slut, love?”

Your orgasm hit you like a wave crashing through you. You cried out lifting your head desperatly looking at Elijah who kissed your forehead softly while you tried to relax.

He held you up through it, whispering praise against your ear. "That’s it,” he murmured, possessive and low. “So fucking pretty when you give in.“

Your breath was still shaking when you pulled back, his fingers slipping from you slow and wet. Elijah watched you like you’d just come alive in front of him your lips parted, eyes burning, chest rising hard under your hands. But then you moved.

You grabbed his collar and pushed him back against the wall again, a flash of your usual fire returning to your eyes. He let you, and you loved that he did. You smirked at him. You reached between you and palmed him through his pants a shivere rolled down your spine, he was so fucking hard.

“I’m not the only one falling apart,” you whispered, voice still ragged but as smug as you could manage in this situation.

He growled, hands finding your waist again, but you were already undoing his belt, deliberately slow, your fingers teasing along his length like a threat. You saw his jaw clench and kiss him while you wrapped your hand around him

“Oh, you want to play now, little witch?” he asked, his voice lowly, but you could trace the hints of underlying desire.

“What’s wrong?” you purred, leaning close to kiss the edge of his jaw. “Thought you liked watching me fall apart. Don’t you want to see how pretty you look when I do it to you?” He hissed through his teeth as you stroked him over and over, you groaned as you felt him growing even harder.

“Tell me, Elijah,” you whispered against his ear, dragging your lips along his skin, “How fast do I have to ride you before you beg?” You kissed his jawline before you looked at him, "On the floor," you commanded. Your breath hitched as he looked at you while obeying your command. You were excited and ready.

He groaned low in his throat as you freed him from his pants, completely and slowly sank to straddle him. Your soaked core dragging along his length at a maddening pace. His hands gripped your thighs tight, the strain in his arms betraying how close he was to losing control. You appreciated the time he gave you to take control for a while although you knew how easily he could just take it back.

You sank down onto him in one slick motion, both of you gasping at the sudden fullness. You whimpered having to press your hands against his chest, as you felt how thick he was. He grabbed your hips lifting you lightly. You started to ride him fast and hard, trying to ignore his piercing gaze.

“Fuck's sake, look at you,” Elijah growled, hands gripping your hips tightly as you bounced on his cock as fast as you could, "Keep riding me." Your nails dug into his shoulders as you leaned in, lips brushing his ear again. “Told you… you’re not the only one who can ruin someone," you said breathlessly.

Elijah chuckled and you knew your short moment of power was over as his hands gripping your ass and slammed you down one final time before flipping you onto your back. You barely had time to gasp before he was inside you again, thrusting deep, while forcing you to keep eye contact with his hand on your jaw.

“Oh, you want to ride?” he growled, teeth grazing your throat. “You want to tease me like a little brat and think I won’t fuck you through this floor?”

"Please do, then I could use my magic," you joked. Elijah smirked before his hand wrapped around your throat again, pinning you there as he fucked into you.

“Look at you,” he snarled. “My cock’s so deep in you, and you’re still lying there cracking jokes. What would you have said a few weeks ago if anyone would have told you how good I was going to ruin you?”

You cried out beneath him, pleasure curling sharp and sweet, your legs wrapped tight around his waist. You felt him holding back, even as you tried to get him to come as you clenched around him. His hand went were you were joing rubbing circles on your clit.

You whimpered and looked at him, "Come with me," you pleaded. He shook his head kissing you almost softly, "I am not going to come at a place were I can't worship and clean you up properly," he whispered

"Please," you begged and you saw in his eyes that he would give into you.

He moved quicker and your body arched, a strangled cry tearing from your throat as Elijah’s cock moved with relentless, perfect rhythm. The pressure that had been winding tight inside you snapped and as your pussy clenched around him, you felt him releasing inside of you as well. You shattered around him with a scream that wasn’t just pleasure but relief.

And for a breathless moment, the world went completely quiet. Your eyes were closed, Elijah's face in your neck. There were no walls around you two anymore. The cold stone under your back disappeared and you felt your magic flowing back into your body. For a second you were completely content. Then you blinked hard.

As you opened your eyes the air was warm around you, you could see gold flying infront of your eyes. Under your back you could feel a matress and over both you and Elijah were Silk sheets drapped and brushed your skin. A window let in moonlight from outside. Trees swayed gently beyond the glass, making you feel safe. This place shimmered with the kind of magic that didn’t obey any laws of nature.

Elijah was still on top of you, and you whimpered as he pulled himself out looking around confused. His head lifted slowly. “What just happened?,” he asked, his voice deeper now, sounding a little weary as he tugged himself back into his pants. You were still out of breath and he helped you putting on your jeans again, running his knuckles over your cheek while he calmed you. "This is not our little prison," he said.

Your lips parted, breath still shaking. You looked around. “No... it’s not.”

You sat up slowly, your fingers curled into the sheets as you leaned against Elijah. You knew this place, but you had no idea that it still existed. Or not exactly like this at least. The room responded to your thoughts, shifting, breathing with you. The stars outside pulsed brighter as you calmed.

“Elijah,” you whispered, “I know were we are. After my coven's death and me realising that I need to kill you I started to train my magic. But to relax...I came here. That is the place were I was when my mother she couldn't find me for years."

He looked around, something almost reverent in his expression now. “You created this?”

You nodded. “I didn’t even realize I still could. I thought my mother...Eve, took everything. My magic, my power. But she didn’t take this," you looked around, "I haven't been here in ages."

Elijah stood up, hands still on your hips, studying you. “So this is your mind.And you dragged me in with you,“ his mouth quirked. “Were you that sad when I said we couldn't have real aftercare in that little windowless room?”

You huffed out a weak laugh, “I didn’t mean to. Although you do not seem to complain."

"I thought you were devoided of any magic," he said gently now looking around in the room. He walked towards the window looking outside.

You glanced around the room, it was a little different from the last time you had been here. The last time you were fourteen and there had been plushies everywhere and the walls were bright blue. Now they were completely red, and it looked like a real witch room, with candles everywheere and a grimoire. But some places were stille the same. The tree outside shimmered. The sheets fluttered. The stars moved. The moon is silver.

“She doesn’t own all of me,” you finally tried to find an explanation, “She might’ve taken my connection to nature. But this… this place is mine. It always was.”

Elijah’s thumb brushed your thigh. “Then imagine what else you’re still capable of.”

You swallowed thickly, looking down at him. “I don't know if I can do any more then this."

Elijah smiled and walked towards you, "You need to trust yourself more. Do you think you can help yourself out of the hell she created for you?"

You smirked and cradled yourself into the sheets enjoying the scent of the vanilla candles in the air. "Yes," you whispered and Elijah could see your magic sprinkling on the tips of your fingers.

A small, crooked smile formed on his lips. “There’s my little witch.”

[pinkposies]

can you make headcanons about yandere klaus mikaelson x fem human reader

↳ When Klaus first saw you in the Mystic Grill. He was instantly in love, he thought you were the most beautiful woman his ever seen.

↳ Soon later he began following you around. Following you home, to school, and while you shop. Wherever you where he was there. Yet, he never once approached you he just kept a safe distance. He justified his actions as protecting you.

↳ He even compelled your guardian/roommate to invite him into your house so he’ll be able to keep a eye on you at night. He’ll sneak into your room and watch you sleep. He was mesmerized with every little the about you.

↳ He left little gifts in your room like jewelry, clothes, perfume, and more. You’ll wake up in the morning and see a bouquet of roses with a emerald necklace beside the roses.

↳ Of course you were terrified by someone being in your house without you knowing, yet you were determined to find out who was leaving you these gifts. When you went to question your (compelled) guardian/roommate who told you it was from a man named Klaus. You had feeling it was that guy you kept seeing everywhere you go. You knew it couldn’t have been a coincidence that he was always at the same place as you.

↳ So one day when you were out shopping you saw him in the same alley as you so you decided to approach him. You were cautious to not come off too aggressively since you didn’t know him at all and didn’t know how he’ll react so simply asked him if he was stalking you.

↳ He couldn’t help but crack a smile. He was relieved that you were the first to approach him even if you were accusing him of being a stalker (which he is). He simply explained he just wanted to take you on a date but didn’t know how to ask you. And that’s how your relationship began.

↳ Klaus is impulsive so your relationship with him moves very fast. He isn’t used to caring for someone or having someone care for him so he needs constant reassurance that you’ll never leave him.

↳ He says ' I love you ' early into the relationship and if you don’t say you love him or even think about expect him blow up on you. He’ll accuse you of not caring for him or wanting to leave him. Which you have to shut down the accusations quick unsure of what he’ll do when his angry.

↳ Klaus is extremely jealous and obsessive. His desperate for you attention and your giving your attention to someone else he won’t hesitate to kill the poor soul who dared to intrude in your relationship. Even if it’s a close friend of your he wouldn’t think twice to compel them to end their friendship with you so you’ll run back to him.

↳ He has what seems like hundreds of paintings and drawings of you. Some of them you were posing and majority of the paintings were something he did in his free time since he couldn’t get you off his mind.

↳ The secret of him being a hybrid came out, you couldn’t help but feel a bit scared. And it didn’t help that you found out by Damon and Stefan telling you all about the terrifying thing Klaus has done and why you should stay away from him.

↳ You confronted him about everything expect him to manipulate you into thinking him being a hybrid is a good thing and that all those people his hurt deserved it. He’ll go on to tell that he will always be able to protect you no matter what.

↳ When he went after Stefan and Damon for trying break the two of you apart, he would have killed the two brothers if it wasn’t for Elijah telling him otherwise.

↳ After this incident he demanded you move in with him. He wanted you to depend on him for you every need. Whenever you need or want something he wants you to always come to him for anything. And he won’t hesitate to use your weaknesses or fear to get whatever he wants from him.

[star-girl-05]

My Darling Blood Bag

Kol Mikaelson x Reader

~★~❤︎~✦~

“I’m never going to finish if you keep distracting me.” For the last ten minutes Kol has been kissing all over your neck. Continuously distracting you from your homework. 

“I can’t help myself darling, you’ve been focusing on that stupid piece of paper all evening. Im beginning to feel neglected”, he tilts your head towards him placing a deep kiss on your lips. Though before you can get too lost in the kiss you push him away.

“If I get a bad grade on this stupid piece of paper my mom will kill me” Kol dramatically sighs, turning your chair around so he can face you. 

“I’ll compel you an A”, now that was an enticing offer. You’ve been working on this assignment for the last hour and a half, and have barely made a dent in it. It’s also due tomorrow so that was just making you more anxious. So you could either continue to struggle trying to finish or you could pay attention to your charming boyfriend. The choice is obvious

Your assignment is long forgotten as Kol tosses you on the bed, a large smirk on his face. “Finally now you’re all mine” he nuzzles his head into your neck, placing soft kisses against your neck. The soft kisses turn harsher before he finally sinks his teeth into your skin. 

This was Kol's favourite activity… well second favourite. He’s constantly telling you that your blood is the sweetest thing he has ever tasted, and you have no complaints. You absolutely love the feel of Kol drinking your blood. The soft feel of his lips on your neck combined with the pain of his teeth sinking into your neck, it’s just so intimate. You never get enough of the feeling.  

“Noo, not yet” You whine when he pulls away, grabbing at his shirt trying to pull him back. 

He chuckles his hand wrapping around your throat to push you against the bed. “Darling, do you want me to drain you dry?” his teasing tone makes you pout. Kol was always playing with you, it’s something you both love and hate about him. “Aww don’t pout, my little blood bag” You roll your eyes at the nickname though instead of commenting you pull Kol in for a kiss, one he’s all too happy to accept.

[urfictional]

Damon: So, are we flirting right now?

y/n: I AM LITERALLY STABBING YOU!

Damon: That doesn’t answer my question.

[vigilante-3073]

First Choice

Damon Salvatore x Female Human Reader

Summary: Damon was never anyone's first choice and it had always weighed heavily on him. What happens when he finally finds someone who can change that?

TW: Naivety, bit of corruption, toxic relationships, emotional manipulation, poisoning.

Damon returned to Mystic Falls with the darkest of intentions, he wanted to leave a trail of bodies and cause as much pain as possible. Damon wanted to free Katherine from the tomb beneath the church. He soon came to the realization that he couldn't accomplish it alone.

Damon had created some toxic, but somewhat functional relationships with Stefan and many other people in the town. Not a single person would miss him if he dropped dead and he accepted that.

Soon he would have Katherine back and everything would be fine. They would disappear off into the sunset and live the life that they should have been able to in 1864.

They opened the tomb and Damon couldn't stomach the idea that Katherine wasn't there. She had escaped and had lived amongst the humans for centuries.

Katherine knew exactly where he was and chose not to go to him. She seemed to find it easy to forget him and leave him behind like he meant absolutely nothing to her.

Damon found himself wanting to tear into something as he entered the Grill that night. He was full of rage and regret which made him a force to be reckoned with.

Then he saw her.

She sat at the bar in a pair of strappy sandals and a short white sundress. Her legs were crossed, her hair cascading down her back as she read from her book on the bartop.

Damon had seen her before, she was a friend of Elena's and attended the high-school with Stefan. He approached her slowly, taking the seat beside her and ordering a drink.

Damon watched her out of the corner of his eye, he breathed in the scent of her perfume and listened to the steady beat of her heart. A simple golden chain hung around her neck with a small cross that dangled above her breasts.

"It's Y/N, right? Elena's friend?" He questioned, holding out a few bills to the bartender as he set a glass of bourbon on the bar in front of him.

The young woman looked up from her book, "Yes, that's me," She said, offering a small smile.

"You have a beautiful smile, Y/N," Damon said, eyes flickering over her face.

Her cheeks flushed as she bowed her head bashfully, "That's a really sweet thing to say, Mister Salvatore. Thank you," She said.

"Jeez, Mister Salvatore was my father. Call me Damon," He smiled.

"Well, thank you, Damon," Y/N amended.

"Of course. A beautiful woman deserves to be complimented," Damon stated, taking a sip of his drink.

Y/N smiled, "What are you drinking?" He asked.

"Oh, just a soda," She replied.

"Another soda for the lady when you have a minute," Damon said, the bartender nodded.

"You don't have to do that, Damon," Y/N said.

"I know. I want to," He said.

"Okay," She nodded.

Damon sat at the bar with her for hours, he intended to compel her, but the charm bracelet around her wrist caught his attention.

"Where did you get that?" He asked, looking down at her wrist.

"Oh, I got it from Elena a few weeks ago," Y/N said, spinning the Vervain charm bracelet around her wrist.

"It's pretty," Damon stated, suddenly irritated when he realized that she couldn't be manipulated as easily as he thought.

"Is everything okay? You seem upset," Y/N questioned hesitantly.

"Do I?" Damon snapped.

Y/N fell silent, stiffening slightly in her seat at his abrupt reply. She startled easily, but she didn't pack up her things and leave like she expected.

"I'm sorry if I offended you, Damon," Y/N said softly.

Her kindness disarmed him, he had lashed out at her for absolutely no reason and she apologized to him. She was like a doe that had wandered into the path of a wolf, completely unaware of the danger that lurked nearby.

He could easily snap her neck right there without breaking a sweat. Y/N had no clue what she was up against, otherwise she wouldn't still be sitting in front of him.

"You didn't offend me. I'm just a little on edge," He stated, taking another sip of his drink.

"I'm a good listener if you want to talk about it," Y/N said, toying with the corner of her book.

He watched her for a moment, "Fine, I talk and you listen. No advice," Damon said.

"Deal," Y/N nodded.

...

Damon had intended to kill her that night, he was going to drain her blood and leave her body out for everyone to see. He was angry and hurt, desperate to feel something other than pain for once.

He could imagine it, pinning her body down and tearing into her flesh with his fangs. Damon wouldn't have been able to compel her so she would scream, but he could break her neck to limit the noise.

The town would have found out quickly.

A local youth who attended the church service every Sunday and volunteered with every second of her free time. Y/N was a person who would be missed, she had never done anything to deserve such a violent death.

The townspeople would have gone looking around for someone to punish. Hopefully they would have been able to take out a few tomb vampires in the process. It was a stupid move, but at that time, he didn't care.

Then he talked to her and everything changed.

Y/N was unreasonably kind and caring, she was naive to the real intentions of people around her and was often taken advantage of. As he spent more time with her, Damon felt like he was responsible for her.

Y/N was blissfully unaware of everything that was going on in Mystic Falls and it was likely to get her killed. He had grown fond of her and hated the idea of losing her because of her own cluelessness.

Damon told her about the existence of vampires, witches and werewolves. She thought he was insane at first, stupidly dismissive of his statement like she never needed to know.

Damon charged at her suddenly, speeding across the room and pinning her to the wall as he hissed in her face. His fangs were exposed and the black veins slithered up his face towards red eyes.

Damon had never seen her look so terrified but he was desperate to show her how easy it would be to lose her life. She was incredibly fragile and she needed to understand it.

Y/N stared up at him panicked eyes, her heart raced and her blood pumped quickly through her veins.

"I have the ability to rip your throat out and drain you dry in minutes. I could snap your bones like toothpicks and so could any other vampire in this town," Damon said.

Y/N looked up at him with glossy eyes, "Why would they do that?" She asked shakily.

"Because they can," He replied, cupping her cheek in his hand, "But I won't let anything happen to you, alright? I promise," Damon stated.

"How can you promise that, Damon?" Y/N questioned, "I-if it's really that bad out there I don't stand a chance," She said quickly, panicked tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Baby, don't be scared. I just wanted you to understand how easy it is for me to lose you, Y/N. You are my everything and I need you to be careful," Damon said, brushing his thumb across her skin.

"If everyone out there is like you, it doesn't matter how careful I am, Damon... I'm going to die," Y/N said shakily.

"No, I won't let it happen. I need you, baby," He said.

Y/N nodded, he pulled her into his arms and held her tightly as she sobbed into his chest. Damon rubbed his hand over her back carefully, keeping her close as she cried.

Damon cared about her and he was selfish with the things he held dear. He wasn't going to let Y/N slip through his fingers easily.

When Damon realized that Katherine had returned to Mystic Falls, he made a decision that could change everything.

It was an insurance policy that basically guaranteed that Y/N would hate him for the rest of her life.

...

Damon started to feed her his blood.

Damon had been slipping Y/N a biological agent that guaranteed her survival, even in the face of death. He added it into her drinks and she drank them without knowing what she was really ingesting. Y/N was a trusting person and he used her nature against her.

Every time he watched her sip on a cup of tea that he had prepared, he felt a pit form in his stomach. Damon never intended to change her into a vampire, but he wouldn't recover if she was killed.

Y/N grimaced, setting her book aside and closing her eyes, "Everything okay?" Damon questioned.

"Yeah, I've just had a crazy headache for the last couple days. Nothing seems to help," She said, opening her eyes and looking up at him.

"Sorry to hear that. Do you want to go lay down? Try to sleep it off?" He questioned, pouring some bourbon into a glass.

"No, I'll be okay. Can you sit with me for a bit though?" Y/N asked, holding her hand out.

He made his way over and took her hand, "Anything for you, my love," Damon smiled. He sat down beside her and pressed a gentle kiss to her knuckles, brushing his thumb across her skin.

"I guess I have to drive you home soon, huh?" He said, she nodded.

"My parents have been wondering where I've been getting off to lately," Y/N said.

"Have you told them about me?" Damon asked, intertwining their fingers as his other arm settled along the top of the couch behind her.

"Not yet, but I'd like to," Y/N replied.

"I'd love to be your controversially older boyfriend," Damon smiled.

Y/N smiled back, leaning in and pressing her lips to his in a gentle kiss. Damon moved his lips against hers, his arm slid down from the back of the couch to wrap around her waist. He pulled her body closer to himself, deepening the kiss as his hand settled on her side.

"Well, isn't that sweet," Someone said.

Y/N pulled away, looking up to find Katherine standing in front of them. Damon stood up quickly, shifting to stand in front of Y/N.

"What are you doing here, Katherine?" Damon questioned.

"I came to see Stefan, but I couldn't pass up the opportunity to meet my replacement," Katherine smiled.

"She's not your replacement, Katherine," Damon snapped.

"Did he tell you that he's been hung up on me for almost 150 years? He wouldn't have even come back to Mystic Falls if he wasn't trying to save me," Katherine said.

Damon charged at her, pinning her back against the wall as she stared up at him with that infuriating grin.

"I should kill you right here," He growled.

"Damon, let her go," Y/N said, standing up from the couch.

"Stay back," He snapped.

Y/N stopped a few steps away from them, "Damon, it's okay," She said.

His shoulders relaxed against his will, his body weight easing off of Katherine slightly. She scoffed, pushing him away from her easily and sending his body flying across the room. Damon collided with the wall, crashing into a table before falling to the floor.

Y/N moved towards him and he held up a hand, "Stay there. Don't want you to get hurt," He said, voice strained as he pulled a large wooden splinter from his side.

"Are you okay?" Y/N asked.

Katherine suddenly appeared behind the young human, "He's fine, but you on the other hand," Katherine said.

Dark veins slithered up her face and her eyes turned red, fangs protruding sharply from her gums. Katherine grabbed onto Y/N and buried her fangs into the human's neck. Y/N let out a cry and Damon quickly shot up from his spot on the floor.

Katherine pulled away suddenly, snapping Y/N's neck and dropping her body onto the floor before Damon could get to her.

"NO!" Damon yelled, falling to his knees beside her. He gathered Y/N's body into his arms, holding her close to him as he looked up at Katherine.

"If I didn't hate you before, I hate you now," He snapped, voice wavering as his eyes glossed over with tears.

"Oh, how will I ever recover?" Katherine questioned sarcastically, wiping the blood from her lips.

Damon looked down at Y/N as Katherine made her way out of the house. He prayed to a god he didn't believe in that Y/N wouldn't end up like him, but he couldn't let her go.

Call it selfish or possessive, but he needed her and he was desperate enough to ruin her life. Damon sat on the floor, holding her lifeless body for hours. He was beginning to question if his blood hadn't been enough to bring her back.

Stefan made his way into the house, closing the door behind himself. He froze when he smelled the blood, Stefan made his way into the living room and saw the broken table before he noticed Damon on the floor.

"Damon, what happened?" Stefan asked, rushing over to them.

"Katherine killed her," Damon mumbled, silent tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Damon, I'm so sorry," Stefan said softly, kneeling down on the floor beside them.

"She came to see you, but Y/N was here," Damon said shakily, pulling her body closer to himself.

"I can help you bury her," Stefan offered, hand settling on his brother's shoulder.

Damon shook his head, "She's going to be fine... I've been giving her my blood," Damon said.

"What? Why?" Stefan asked.

"Katherine came back and I couldn't take the risk," Damon stated, resting his chin on the top of her head as he sniffled.

"Damon, did she know?" Stefan asked.

"No, she wouldn't have taken it if she knew," Damon said.

Stefan took a breath, "I-I'm glad that she's going to be okay, but this isn't right, Damon. She should have a say in what happens to her," Stefan said gently.

"I don't care. I don't care what she wanted. I need her here," Damon snapped.

[littlespace-imagines]

I can't stop thinking about Damon not wanting you to have to kill while you're little so he puts blood into a bottle and makes sure you get your fill 🥺❤

Pairing: CG!Damon Salvatore x little!reader

Contains: established relationship, Ageregression, Littlespace, CG/L dynamics, canon typical gore, mentions of blood, cursing, mentions of death, vampirism, turning

**Ageregression and Littlespace will never be sexualized on this blog**

Damon had only recently realized the implications of you being turned and a little, at the time he was so concerned with not letting you die, not loosing you, not letting himself loose another person so close that he acted impulsively.

That being said he didn’t regret it. He couldn’t regret it because he had saved you and you were okay.

You and Damon had grown close, him becoming your caregiver made your relationship even more intimate, he had never truly thought of turning you before this,

Now he has to face the consequences of his actions.

In the form of a crying little currently curled in a ball and whimpering, he did his best to find out what you wanted, you had your stuffed animals you were dressed in your comfiest clothes, your Paci was currently acrossed the room from where you threw it, he sat there petting your hair as you sobbed into his chest unable to form words from going no verbal due to stress, and it was then as he held you close and let you cry he had the realization that you were hungry,

You needed to feed

Damon stared at you feeling the numbing sensation washing over him, it was pure dread, he couldn’t let you feed, not yet, you were too weak and too vulnerable. He signed and thought for a moment, then it hit him, he walked into the basement of his house and opened the freezer of blood,

It was empty

He cursed and slammed the lid shut a little too hard, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed the first number her found and got increasingly more angry each second that passed without them answering

“Hello?”

“Stefan, shit, can you do me a favor?”

“Hmm I don’t know brother, if you’ve gotten yourself in trouble I trust you can get yourself out of it.”

“I wouldn’t be calling you unless it was important, brother.”

“What is it.”

“I need blood bags, (y/n) needs blood but they’re too weak to feed, please Stefan.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

Stefan hung up and Damon tossed his phone into his pocket and went back upstairs, he approached the crying little on his bed and resumed the rocking and petting and tried to preoccupy them the best he could, eventually they cried themselves catatonic, unable to do anything but sniffle and shake every minute or so, when Damon finally heard the door open and his brother run to his room he physically untensed.

“Thank you, Stefan.”

“Hmm, they must be very important to you. There’s a cup in the bag for them, hopefully they like it.”

Damon pulled out a bottle with your favorite cartoon characters on it, you immediately perked up a bit the second he opened the blood pack, it was human, he would really owe Stefan for this, once he drained it all into the bottle he gently approached you and carefully helped you guide it to your lips, as soon as the blood coated your tongue you calmed instantly and finally eased your tense body, you begin to feel calm wash over you as you cuddled up to Damon, letting him hold you and cuddle you as you adjusted to this new way of life.

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Petrova

summary - games were always katherine’s intentions, and as the prized possession and girlfriend of her nemesis and doppelgänger elena gilbert, she just had to have you (2.7k)

warnings - 18+ smut minors dni, fingering, cheating, swearing, slight degradation, mentions of katherine’s past

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There was one that hated your girlfriend with a deadly intent; her name was Katherine Pierce, she was a destructive vampire, who had taken much a toll on people's lives. It was her life goal to make people sufficiently miserable, for she felt the same, she had been chased for her bloodline for hundreds of years by one of the most powerful families. Her ignited hatred was directed towards Elena Gilbert, the woman that you were dating. Elena was a spark of joy in the darkness that often gloomed over Mystic Falls, she was a symbol of eternal mortality that often had your body intertwined in comfort, however there was something in regard to Katerina Petrova that made your heart rapidly beat, and your palms grow sweaty. They shared the same appearance so perhaps that could have been why you were so drawn to her, but you knew that wasn't it all alone; the aura that she carried was addictive like a drug, it was understandable how both Salvatore brothers had fallen for the promiscuous vampire, claiming to love her at times. And whilst your feelings were not that strong towards the strong immortal, lust encased you each and every time that you thought of her, even if you were in the company of your own girlfriend, of whom you were currently with.

Her locks were straight as she combed her hands through the brunette strands, she was seated by the window in her bedroom, a familiar book beholden in between her fingers as she scrawled on the pages with ink that dispersed from the black pen that she was using. Her journal. It was filled with many secrets and first hand experiences of the dangerous encounters that she faced, and most people would be driven by the darkness inside of their souls to look inside, but you were not, you assumed it was because when it boiled down to it you had your own secrets that you had no intentions to share with Elena, and that you understood that on a personal note that there were some things that people preferred to keep private. And thus, you respected the space that she needed to release her thoughts as you lay on her bed, removing your gaze so that it was aimed up at the ceiling, and allowed your mind to drift away to your own secrets. It went back to Katherine, as though she were a sickness that you just couldn't shake, and that was a rather accurate way to describe it. Admittedly you felt quite an arise of guilt as you were splayed upon your partner's bed thinking of another woman, it wasn't right nor fair.

A part of you wished that you could tell Elena the truth about how you felt, you loved her and you had no goals to hurt her in the way that expressing your dark attraction towards her doppelganger would do. She continuously compared herself to her vampire counterpart, and you didn't need to make her feel any more insecure about their relation and indifferent outer appearances than she already did, and so you sat up, dragging your eyes over to Elena again. The way that she was so invested and lost in recounting her experience was beautiful, it was as though everything, but her body had abandoned this timeline, and that she was becoming a part of the past all over again. It caused a content smile to appear on your face; she was all that you needed, and thus you stood from the bed and began to walk towards her, catching her attention. Her opal brown eyes focused on you, lifting up from the paper she had scribbled upon as she put it on the side beside her. "It's getting rather late, I think I should head out." You told her to which she stood, enclosing the space between the pair of you, unaware of why you were really leaving. The guilt was still eating away at you, and until you awoke in the morning, it would remain there, tomorrow was going to be a fresh start, you planned not to think about Katherine whatsoever.

A small crush never hurt anybody, but this was deeper than that, and would be to Elena also. The best thing to do would be shake all remnants of emotion out of the truth, and prioritise the relationship that you were currently in. Elena wound her arms around your neck, pressing your bodies closer together, and if it were in her fashion you were sure she would have pouted, but that was definitely more of a Katherine thing. "Okay." She spoke with a smile, not suspicious in the slightest which was a major relief. "I'll miss you, and I'll see you tomorrow morning at cheer practice." To put an all-consuming finale to her words, she conjoined your lips, and that was how Katerina Petrova left your mind and was diverted elsewhere in your brain. Your hand weaved into the back of her perfectly styled hair, inherently pulling her closer to rouse more passion into the kiss, ensuring that she knew that you loved her although the pair of you hadn't said those words yet. It wasn't that you didn't feel anything for her, but you forbade yourself from saying such a meaningful sentiment until she was the only one that made your stomach churn and your heart coil from impact of ravenous beats.

Finally, the pair of you split apart, your lips dragging along one another's one last time until that was it. "Bye babe." Your fingers caressed her arm as you retraced your steps out from her room, descending down the stairs and out of the house, to where you saw Jeremy talking to Alaric by his truck. You sent them a wave on your way off the drive as you walked through the streets of Mystic Falls all by your lonesome; it'd have been a stupid thing for just anyone to do, however you knew of the dangers that lurked when the sun set, and to be accurate whilst it was still in the sky. Vampires had the tactical advantage of daylight rings which therefore allowed them to perform their stalking of prey whenever they wished, and they would not disintegrate to ash for it. There was a feeling tugging at your gut when you got closer to your home that you were being followed, you whipped your head around but to no avail saw anything. Either it was all in your head or whatever had an idea to pick you up for dinner knew what they were doing, you had a suspicion of the latter and thus picked up your pace, wanting to get inside to avoid a run in with a bloodsucker.

However you should have known that it would have realised that you had caught onto its almost invisible advances, and one you were about to head down the last turning to reach your home, a hand grabbed you, tugging you into the area between two houses. A tired sigh fell from your lips; you'd recognise that intoxicating perfume any day, you'd spent hours trying to get this particular vampire out of your head and when you had finally managed to do so, she chooses to track you down. "What do you want Katherine?" The brunette cocked her head at you, snickering lightly at your question, as though she were amused by interlocking two brothers to be in love with her, which she had done before. And now you were her target, she would strip you down to your very core until you were a withering servant to her heart, and make you forget all about her doppelganger. She was far more interesting anyways, and exciting and could show you far more than the small town girl that you had committed yourself to.

But you loved Elena, she was the one that you knew logically you could have a future with, rather than being on the run with for the rest of your sorry life. "I thought it was obvious," she carried a sprawled and prideful smile upon her features, as her chocolate eyes probed at you for a selfish purpose, and you felt adequately drawn into her sultry trap. And the worst thing was, you couldn't find it in yourself to be swallowing guilt, she had captured you and intermingled your essence into her deviousness, even after all of the horrid games that she had played. You should of resented everything of her entire being, considering her satire feud against your partner and friends, however her very personality beneath her traumatic past made you evoke pity for the woman.

Sighing heavily, you kept your eyes fixed, forcing them not to roll at the suspension that she purposely left you with. "You aren't getting anything from me Katherine, so knock off the act. Leave me and Elena alone, maybe occupy yourself with Damon and Stefan as you once had; you've already ruined their lives, so allow the rest of us to get on with our own." But despite your words, that wasn't what you'd ever admit that you wanted, you loved the adrenaline that you experienced when you were in her resented company, it was dangerous and exciting, and you hated that you felt addicted to it - to her. She cocked a fragrant smile once again, her irises illuminating with deviancy, which was nothing estranged from Katherine's usual self.

"I don't care about little, precious Elena," she blankly and openly stated, daring to inch closer to your personal space which you had previously accounted to be forbidden. "However I am quite enamoured with you, perhaps you'd enjoy 'spending time' with somebody who is more exhilarating than Elena." Katherine Pierce was a confident woman, and she enjoyed putting Elena in where she thought to be her place, however you couldn't cave without a dire purpose, you did love Elena... but the sweet pungency of her perfume hit your nostrils, making your brain delirious and no doubt your actions swayed by her vixen like seduction. "Come on y/n/n, live a little. I'd be pleased to be her upgraded replacement, after all, I always get what I want."

"And you want me?" You pretended to sound astounded, an aghast facade of shock exhibiting across your face as your brows drew wearingly together. But you weren't nervous about Katherine's actions, you wanted to have control over your own, to be stubborn against her effective persuasion. Too many had fallen victim to her cunning sexual appeal, and whilst you couldn't fault them to the magnetising tug that she pulled them in with as you were conditioned with the same plague, you couldn't do that out of not only the respect that you held towards those you cared for, but yourself as well. But your body fought aggressively against your rationalising mind, desiring to be dangerously closer to the immortal woman before you.

"I haven't been vacant about that fact," she once again moved closer, her face directly before yours, "and I can't blame myself. I've always loved the chase after a beautiful woman, but the time is up and the game is finally over, because Elena or no Elena, I will take what I want, just like she did with the Salvatores." She was using the mention of Damon and Stefan to bait you, you remembered watching them pine after your girlfriend and it awoke a fuse within your human soul. Jealousy, you shared the feeling of which the vampire in your eye line held for your relationship with her soft natured doppelgänger, and it brewed a heavy weight in your chest. She had you exactly where she had intended, and she took it as her vast opportunity to whisk her face significantly closer, brushing her poisonous lips against your own.

"Then prove it Katherine." The sin washed over you, and before you knew it your body was against the uncomfortable brick wall behind you, her mouth practically devouring your own. And you hated to pursue such a cheat, but Katherine always had a point, no matter how cruel and satire it was to be. Your heart patted in your vulnerable body like a blood induced marathon, and the monster in disguise could hear every beat, and it only aroused her slyness farther. It would be sensible and a control of your morals to stop kissing her, but the way her hands massaged your hips had you squirming in conjunction to pressing your thighs together that were trapped from a sexual relief.

It was her intention to prove everything to you, and your muse of a body, she could sense through all of her versatile abilities that she was driving you stirringly insane. "I told you I get exactly what I want." She hissed from the barricade of your clashing teeth, her hands creeping inwards and creeping up to the button of your jeans, expertly zipping down its metallic fly. You were already wet, and although she knew already knew due to her stern direction of scent, it held no comparison to feeling your wetness drizzle wantonly down her fingers that had discovered the inside of your underwear.

She twirled her experienced digits around your folds, before drifting upwards to your sensitive clit, that yearned for attention every time that the enemy that shared an appearance with your girlfriend was near. "Fuck." You whimpered, throwing your head back and resting it on the neighbourhood architecture, pouting when she decided to neglect your rosey bud of pleasure, however she had no discern to uphold the desperate contact that she shared with you. Instead she travelled further between your spasming thighs, drifting the length of her finger through your wet entrance, and it easily glided inside.

"I doubt Elena has ever had you like this, holding pretty tears in your eyes." She taunted you, smirking wickedly when she added another within your walls, picking up the pace in which she fucked you with them. You wanted to bite back, yell or scream a phrase of argument, but your current predicament proved otherwise. You grew closer to the overwhelming edge, your head growing delirious, and you realised that you had never been pushed towards an orgasm so fast in such little time. "Cum for me y/n, you know you want to." It was impossible to do anything but obey the dominant brunette, and thus you followed suit of her words, your cunt clenching tightly around her two fingers as you reached your blissful landing upon your orgasm.

A few minutes passed before she retracted her fingers from within you, your mind continuing to be hazy for a long and silent moment, and you missed witnessing Katherine feeding herself from your juices that had spilled over her fingers. As you opened your eyes despite the dreary wash of endorphins that stunned your mind, reality came crashing down, and you ushered a distance from Katerina Petrova, your hands grasping at the realisation that appeared to be in your hair follicles. "Shit! Elena..." You were a cheater, as bad as Katherine back when she toyed with the brothers that had been poised as her puppets, and you had fallen as her prey.

"It's okay, it can be our little secret. And so can next time." She agonisingly attempted to comfort you, reaching her hand up to grab at your face, however this time you didn't hesitate to slap it away, overcome with guilt that should have stopped you from swaying along with her ploy of getting in your pants, and intently your heart. "No." You ushered back at her, imposing a state of redress upon yourself as you recoiled with disgust at yourself. "It shouldn't have happened, and it won't ever happen again." But the traitorous villain before you had the feeling that you were telling a lie, as she had told many in the span of over 500 long and disturbed years whilst she ran away from those that wished to hunt her. They were bigger predators, Originals, but you were merely a human, and the target of a spiteful vampire that would take everything she wanted.

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A request where male reader who was recently turned into a vampire meets the Mikaelsons for the first time and catches a particular interest with Kol, Elijah, and Klaus

Three Originals Walk Into a Bar

Pairing : Klaus Mikaelson, Elijah mikaelson and Kol Mikaelson x Male reader Fandom : The Originals /the vampire diaries Tags: First meeting, Flirting, freshly turned Y/N Word count :1000

The stale scent of beer and desperation hung heavy in the air of the Mystic Grill. Y/N, barely a week into his unwanted vampire existence, leaned casually against the pool table, cue stick twirling between his fingers. 

He’d found himself drawn to the Grill, for the semblance of normalcy it offered. The mundane chatter, the clinking glasses, the predictable drama of small-town life – it was a comforting distraction from the existential dread that gnawed at his insides.

Unbeknownst to Y/N, he was being observed. From a shadowy corner, three figures watched his every move with undisguised interest. Klaus Mikaelson, a wolfish smirk playing on his lips, leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with amusement. Beside him, Kol  tapped a restless finger against the table, a predatory glint in his own eyes. Elijah, ever the picture of refined composure, merely watched with a quiet, discerning gaze.

"Well, Niklaus," Kol purred, nudging his brother with an elbow. "Looks like we've found a little distraction. And rather… handsome one at that."

Klaus chuckled, his eyes never leaving Y/N. "Indeed, brother. Far more interesting than the usual dullards that populate this… establishment."

Y/N, sensing eyes on him, glanced up, his gaze immediately locking with Klaus’s. A jolt ran through him, He raised an eyebrow, a silent question.

Klaus pushed himself off the bar, a predatory grin spreading across his face. "Care for a game, love?" he called out, his voice laced with a honeyed charm that Y/N instantly distrusted.

Y/N sized him up. The man radiated an effortless confidence that screamed "danger." But he was also… intriguing. "Depends," Y/N replied, his voice dry. "Are you any good, or am I going to be bored?"

Kol burst out laughing. "Oh, he's very good," he said, sauntering forward. "But I'm even better. Name your stakes. Winner takes all." He winked, a flash of pure mischief in his eyes.

Y/N felt a flicker of something akin to… amusement? Intrigue? Maybe a touch of morbid curiosity. Whatever it was, it was enough to make him pause. He studied Klaus for a moment, taking in the predatory intensity in his eyes, the barely concealed arrogance that radiated from him. He glanced at Kol, who was watching with undisguised anticipation.

"And what exactly would you desire, if you were to win?" Y/N asked, his voice deliberately provocative.

Klaus's smirk widened. "That, my dear Y/N, is something you'll have to find out."

Before Y/N could respond, a voice cut through the air. "Niklaus. Kol. Enough."

Elijah stood a few feet away, his expression a mixture of exasperation and apology.

"Forgive my brothers'… enthusiasm," Elijah said smoothly, his eyes meeting Y/N's with a sincerity that seemed almost out of place. "They have a tendency to forget their manners."

Y/N arched an eyebrow, his gaze shifting from Elijah to Klaus and Kol. "I hadn't noticed."

Klaus rolled his eyes. "Elijah, always the voice of reason. Where's the fun in that?"

"Fun is often had at the expense of others, Niklaus," Elijah retorted, his voice laced with a hint of weariness. He turned back to Y/N, his expression softening. "I am Elijah. I apologize for my brothers'… forwardness. They can be rather… overwhelming."

"Y/N," he replied, his voice softening slightly. "And you don't have to apologize for them. I can handle myself."

Kol snorted. "Oh, I'm sure you can. But wouldn't you rather be… handled by us?" He winked, a gesture that Y/N found both irritating and oddly… intriguing.

Elijah sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Kol, please."

Elijah nodded, a small, almost imperceptible smile touching his lips. "I have no doubt. Allow me to offer you a drink, as a gesture of apology. Perhaps something a little less… pedestrian than what this establishment offers."

Y/N hesitated. He’d already turned down offers from Klaus and Kol, sensing their ulterior motives. But something about Elijah’s demeanor, his genuine, if somewhat guarded, politeness, was… different. "Alright," he said, surprising even himself. "I'll have a bourbon. Neat."

The air crackled with unspoken tension. Klaus and Kol exchanged glances, their expressions a mixture of annoyance and surprise. Y/N had rejected their advances, their blatant flirtations, but he’d accepted Elijah’s simple offer of a drink. It was a challenge, a statement. And they knew it.

Elijah led Y/N to a quieter corner of the Grill, away from the pool table and the prying eyes. He gestured to a plush booth, the dark leather worn and comfortable. "Please," he said, taking a seat opposite him. "Make yourself comfortable."

He signaled to the bartender, a silent exchange that resulted in a glass of amber liquid being placed before Y/N. He took a tentative sip, the smooth warmth spreading through him. It was good. Very good.

"So," Elijah began, his voice low and smooth. "Tell me about yourself, Y/N. What brings you to Mystic Falls?"

Y/N leaned back, his gaze steady. "Let's just say I'm here on… involuntary vacation." He didn't elaborate, but Elijah seemed to understand.

Elijah nodded, his gaze locking with Y/N’s. "Tell me, Y/N, how are you coping? With the… adjustments."

Y/N considered the question, surprised by Elijah’s genuine concern. He’d expected games, challenges, maybe even threats. He hadn’t expected… empathy.

"It's… a lot," he admitted, his voice softer now. "The hunger, the strength, the… everything. It's overwhelming."

Elijah nodded, his gaze understanding. "It is."

Meanwhile, across the room, Klaus and Kol watched, their frustration growing with each passing moment.

"He's charming him," Klaus growled, his eyes narrowed. "The bloody saint is charming him with his bloody empathy!"

Kol chuckled, but his eyes held a flicker of annoyance. "Don't worry, brother. Elijah may have the initial advantage, but we have other… assets at our disposal." He winked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "The game is far from over."

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Take the Lead- Elijah Mikaelson x f!Reader

2.1k words: You are Elijah Mikaelson's girlfriend and you love it. But one day during intimate hours you want to try something new and convince Elijah to dominate you

Warnings: smut, dom/sub dynamics, blowjob, dirty talk, degrading, light choking, spanking

A/N: You can start calling me Miss motivated (I have finals in 15 days and should be learning instead of lusting over Elijah)

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You stretched yourself a little, sitting up in the bed. The air smelled like vanilla and spring, and as you opened your eyes you noticed that the window was open. You smiled slightly, knowing that your boyfriend Elijah must have opened it, knowing how much you liked the smell of nature in the morning. You stood up and wrapped a robe over your body walking towards the window looking outside. The gras was already green and you could see the first trees already wearing blossoms. You were in your cottage on the country side- the first time Elijah visited you and not the other way around. You had moved to New Orleans for college but now you were finally back. And having Elijah as a visitor? That just made everything a hundred times better.

You could hear the shower and had to smirk at the thought of Elijah naked, while the water was running down his body. The thoughts consumed you and brought you back to last night, where you both had been naked and made love to each other.

Elijah and you had been together for three months now, but you had already slept with him before you both had officially declared your relationship. You could hardly complain, since there was no denying that Elijah was a generous lover and knew how to make a woman come apart under his fingers. And his tongue. And his cock. But when you thought about the way he was handling you with such care and sweetness as if you'd break any moment you had to cringe. Of course the way he was worshipping you had been amazing in the beginning, the way he was barely focussing on his own pleasure would make most women weak, but you knew you wanted something else as well.

You bit your lip when you thought about the image of his strong muscular body manhandling you over the edge of the bed maybe even bending you over, while his veiny hand was wrapped around your throat, squeezing as he decided how much oxygen you received.....

You quickly pushed the thought out of your head as you heard the door to the bathroom opening. "Good morning," Elijah said with a smile, giving you a kiss.

"Morning," you gave back and looked him up and down. His hair was wet and so was his shirt. He looked a little drenched and you giggled, he was dripping all over the floor. Elijah threw you a mock angry gaze before looking at the sheets that were all over the place.

"Look at us we made quite a mess of your bed yesterday," he said a little apogetically but you only smiled at the memory and leaned into him. You chuckled as the water dropped onto you.

"You are so wet," you teased and he kissed you with a smirk and the look of absolute adoration in his eyes. "Only for you," he joked and you had to laugh kissing him deeply. He smiled and ran his hands up your sides. His tongue pushed past your lips and it was clear to you what he wanted. And you wanted it too, just not like this. The thoughts and desires from before crept back into your mind as he held you a little tighter and you decided to push him away.

"Wait," you said, "We need to talk about something." You both knew how serious that sounded and you could have slapt yourself for it.

Elijah chuckled, "Love if you tell me now that you are actually in love with Rebekah I'll be very mad."

You smirked but didn't laugh, "No, it's not that. It's just that when it comes to sex... well...," you weren't sure how to finish it. "Is everything okay? Did I not see any boundaries?," Elijah asked concerned trying to make this easier for you.

"No...and that's kind of the problem," you tried to say "The problem is that I did not...overstep your boundaries?," he asked and for the first time ever you saw a look of genuine confusion on his face. Your cheeks turned pink and you immediately shook your head,

"No, no, of course not, it's just that...," you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Elijah grounded you a little while stroking your back. "You are just to nice sometimes," you finally blurted out.

Elijah arched a brow a smirk dancing over his lips, "Too nice?"

"Yes," you said. Now you had to go all in, "You are so sweet and gentle and...well soft."

"Darling are you calling me vanilla?," Elijah asked with a chuckle. You rolled your eyes. "Elijah, I'm being serious. I love the way you handle me, but sometimes when I'm really pent up or just am in the mood I'd wish that you are rough. That you take me how you desire and not how I do, or of course like I do, I mean you understand I want you to take me like you wish and not just to please me, but I think this would please me, I'm not saying torture me or something, like please still accept a no, and boundaries, and don't people normally have a safe word before they do something like this, oh god I have no idea what I am talking," you babbled without a break until Elijah stopped you with a soft kiss.

"Sometimes I just want to see what happens when you don't hold back," you whispered sincerely and Elijah smiled. He gave you a small kiss, "Tell me if it gets to much," he said before letting go of you.

There was a long tense silence in the room and Elijah turned around clasping his hand behind his back, before turning back to you. His eyes had taken on a hungry look. They seemed to eat you up, as he eyed you walking to the other side of the room.

"Get on your knees," he said calmly. His voice was dark and dangerous. It was as if he had flipped a switch and now a complete different person was standing in front of you.

"What?," you asked confused. Elijah crossed the room with vampire speed suddenly not even an inch in front of you.

"I said," he whispered into your ear his voice low, "Get. On. Your. Knees."

You slowly sank to your knees in front of him and he smirked satisfied. As you looked up at him you could see the dangerous vampire behind his gaze, the predator that wanted to suck you dry. Your breath caught in your throat and you almost missed his next command. "You asked for this. I won't be soft, I won't be nice, now my love, hands behind your back and eyes on me," he said his voice a mixture of amusement and desire.

You obeyed, your mouth open as you watched Elijah pacing around you. Never before had you seen him like that, not even when he had hunted down enemies. This was something else, something almost primal. You noticed how he took his time, to walked around you, "Afraid?," he asked his voice still dark but there was a little concern in it as if he was trying to remind you that you could back out any second. As if. This was what you had wanted.

"No," you said, "Only excited." "Are you wet?," he asked crouching down in front of you, "Did it turn you on to ask for the vampire? The predator."

"Yes," you whimpered wanting nothing more then to lean forward and kiss him deeply.

Elijah smirked, and stood up undoing his belt with a swift motion, "Good," he said and pulled out his length stroking it a few times, before he looked at you, "Open up, love."

You quickly opened your mouth and tensed as he pushed it in completely. His hand grabbed your head forcing you to take him completely. You gagged a little but he didn't relent and started to trust himself inside your mouth. "Fuck yes," he groaned, "You are such a good little slut, such a good girl."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you gagged over and over again. You liked the feeling of them running down your cheeks while you held eye contact with Elijah.

"Look at you, next time I do this to you I'll make sure you wear a pretty mascara so you can see what I do to you," he said. You felt him twitching in your mouth and hollowed your cheeks trying to force his release out of him. He quickly noticed your plan and pulled out.

Elijah nodded, "No. Not yet. Be a good little girl and crawl onto the couch for me." You wanted to stand up but Elijah's hand held you down by your hair, "Have you skipped primary school? I said crawl."

You moaned as he pulled your hair and he tsked you. You quickly made your way over to the couch undressing. You were surprised Elijah didn't stop you but he probably couldn't wait any longer either.

Elijah used his vampire speed to be on top of you. He made eye contact with you for a second silently checking if he had hurt you. You gave him a smile and he placed a kiss on your forehead before delivering a firm slap to your ass. You winced not expecting that, and he chuckled.

"Here is what's going to happen. I will bend you over this couch and fuck you and you will be taking it with no complaint, alright?," he said his voice barely restraining his desire. You nodded and he spanked you again.

"Words, love, words," he commanded. "Yes," you choked out and he smirked forcing you over the armrest of the couch making sure you were balanced.

You couldn't see him but you could feel how he parted your cheeks licking a long strip from your butthole to your clitoris. You moaned burying your face in your hands as he continued to suck on it. Elijah let go and you whimpered trying to fuck yourself against his hand or anything that war near.

"You are so wet," he growled, "So wet from being used, from being degraded." Suddenly he inserted himself completely, no warning just one swift thrust. He started to move and you tried to crawl away but he only grabbed your hips slamming you down onto him.

"If you try that again I swear I'll not only fuck your pretty little pussy, but also your other whole and then spank you so hard that you can't sit for a weak, and have to explain to everyone why you can't have breakfast with them," he threatened and you moaned, your pussy clenching around him at his words.

You felt your orgasm approaching and Elijah could feel it too, he scraped his fangs against your neck you tilted it letting him bury them deep inside you. His thrusts became fast and his thumb rolled over your clit. You felt the pleasure wash over your whole body, while Elijah drank from you, and finally pushed you over the edge. You screamed clenching around him, pulling him with you. He groaned releasing inside you, with a few more thrusts.

He caught himself to not fall onto you. You were shaking and breathing heavily as he slowly pulled out. He turned you around and quickly used his vampire speed to tug you back in your bed.

"Are you alright?," he asked concerned. You nodded pulling him down into a kiss. He smirked and let you guide it. "It was awesome," you whispered and Hazel ran his hands over your shaking body massaging the places were he had grabbed you so hard that it had left bruises.

"So am I allowed to do this again?," he asked "That and a lot more," you teased leaning onto his chest. "What are you thinking?," he asked amused "I'm thinking a rope, a blindfold, a pet name, calling you sir, getting edg-," you started but Elijah stopped you again "Yes, yes, I understand you have bright plans for the future. How about for now you just relax until breakfast is ready? You chuckled and closed your eyes thinking about all the things you were going to make him do to you.

[pinkposies]

can you make headcanons about yandere elijah mikaelson x fem human reader

Only For Me

a/n requests are open!

warnings: mention of death and manipulation

parings Elijah Mikaelson x reader

↳ Elijah is very overprotective and possessive. Sometimes it might be overwhelming for you considering he has to know where you are and who you’re with all the time.

↳ Much like his brother, he wants you to depend on him for everything. He’ll even go as far to isolate you from you friends and family to make sure his number one in your life. He’ll spoil you with everything your heart desires if you say so.

↳ He enjoys sitting on his lap as he plays with your hair whispering comforting words as you cry about not being able to see your loved ones as much as you want

↳ Elijah also loves reading books to you until you fall asleep in his arms, he spends hours just watching you sleep, and listening to your heartbeat like it’s music

↳ Even though you have limited freedom, Elijah likes to travel all over the world with you. You’ll express wanting to visit Paris one time and the next day he has a private jet waiting for the two of you

↳ On the rare times he does allow you to go out without him expect two to three vampires following behind, reporting back to Elijah about everything. Once some guy was bold enough to approach you asking to go in a date which you rejected yet that didn’t stop the vampires from telling Elijah. The next day you so happened to see the guy’s death being reported.

↳ Elijah will never kill anyone in front of you since he concerned that you’ll fear him

↳ If there is a time where you try to defy Elijah, he’ll gladly put out a quick stop you defiance. He’s not above punishing.

↳ He will feed on you, and if you deny he’ll try to convince you until you say yes. Yet, He knows not to push your limit when drinking your blood.

↳ You basically don’t have any privacy anymore considering Elijah is conjoined to your hip. He’ll always be lurking around wherever your at. Your his true love and he’ll stop at nothing to make sure your safe and only want him.

[star-girl-05]

Mama I'm In Love With A Criminal

Kol Mikaelson x Reader

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Inspo~ Mama I'm in love with a criminal And this type of love isn't rational, it's physical Mama please don't cry, I will be alright All reason aside I just can't deny, I love the guy ~Britney Spears

You should have known he was too good to be true. He was the perfect boyfriend, handsome, funny, caring, and he had an accent -A BRITISH ACCENT. He was just too perfect, he had to have a flaw though it didn’t have to be such a big one. I mean you could get over the vampire thing if anything it was kinda a plus I mean everyone goes through a vampire phase. Even the fact he’s related to Klaus, wasn’t a complete deal breaker. No, what you couldn't get over is the fact he beat Jeremy up with a bat and nearly pummeled the boy to death. You can still remember the call you got from elena she was in tears begging you to come back to mystic falls. 

You had decided to go along with Jeremy when Elena sent him away just wanting to have a normal life with no drama. Though you unknowingly had fallen smack dab in the middle. 

You were packing up your room, desperate to get back home and comfort your friend. A knock on your door has you freezing. You were hoping it was anyone but Kol, you had no desire to see him. After that call with Elena you never even wanted to hear his name again. You felt like such a fool, you were just a pawn, a means to mess with Elena. 

“Darling would you open the door?”, you don’t move hoping that your silence will make him leave. “I suppose you heard about the Jeremy thing but it was nothing personal. Now open the door before I kick it in” you thought the threat over, eventually deciding to stand you don’t know how you would explain a kicked in door. 

You kept your face neutral as you opened the door, Kol on the other hand wore a smirk. “I do hope your not here to beat me with a bat”, in truth you should be scared but you just couldn’t bring yourself to be. No, you're already feeling too much to be scared of him. 

“Darling,” he reached out, going to stroke your cheek, you quickly dodge. It didn’t seem to upset him though. “Even when you're mad I find you completely irresistible.” You tried your best not to be affected by his words. Yet you still found your heart quickening, in your defense it was only a short while ago that this man was your boyfriend. It was only fitting that there was residual feelings even if you wished there weren't. “Let me make it up to you” he’s reaching for you once more, this time however he moves too fast for you to react. His lips smashing against yours in a heart aching kiss. 

“Kol” you mumble against his lips. Your arms rest on his chest your not sure if you wish to push him away or pull him closer. 

“I love it when you say my name” he groans as he moves his lips against your neck. You shouldn’t let this continue.

“Kol we shouldn’t-I shouldn’t” you finally managed to push him away. Or at least get him to stop kissing you. He still had you held close against her. 

“I don’t want this to get between us, I care for you shouldn’t that be all that matters?” His words gave you pause. You wish it was that easy but the ‘this’ he’s talking about is him beating up your friend's brother. You couldn’t just look past that. “If you can overlook your friends' actions towards my family, then why can’t you look over mine towards theirs?”. His question had you pausing. When he said it like that you realized just how hypocritical you had been. 

When it came to your friends you always excused their actions, even the most questionable ones, because they only did what they had to. So if you can excuse their actions maybe you could forgive Kols. “I’m not saying I condone your actions because I don’t but-” you're not even able to finish your sentence before Kol is kissing you. This time you don’t push him away. 

For now you just want to focus on the warm feeling he makes erupt in your chest. Not on how your friends are bound to react to your choice in men, but what can you do your in love. Even if he may be a criminal in their minds to you he’s just your Love.

[perseephoneee]

decorating the tree (kol mikaelson x f!reader) {ficmas day 5}

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ happy day 5 of ficmas!

warnings: kind of angsty, mostly fluffy, a little steamy. but most importantly, festive.

a/n: i got a little carried away with this one. kol is just my baby boy. also the formatting is horrendous because tumblr was being a little bitch.

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The holidays could be the most bittersweet time of the year. Observing everyone with their friends and families without having your own was lonely and often damaging. You usually could go home for the holidays, see your loved ones, or sleep in at your childhood home, but not this year. This year, because of all the shit happening in the French Quarter, you were forced to be alone.

You hated every second of it.

But, being the go-getter you were, you decided to make the most of it. And you involved the Mikaelsons in this scheme (they were part of the reason you were stuck in this mess anyway).

You had dragged Kol with you to get a Christmas tree. More like, Rebekah had convinced him to go with you. You harbored a massive crush on the original vampire, and Bex, your newest friend, was fully aware of it. It’s why she engineered him to spend more time with you. He helped drag the tree to your tiny apartment and lounged on your couch like a cat as you finished setting it up and dragging out your holiday ornaments.

“Should I go for a color scheme or just hang up whatever?” You asked Kol, holding up a box of white and gold ornaments. He was posed on your couch like a Greek statue, hand thrown over his eyes and legs sprawled out like he couldn’t give a damn. He opened one eye to look at your ornaments. You held up your box of random accouterments, including an abominable snowman and a glittery baguette ornament.

“I like the random ones,” Kol mumbled, laying his head back and letting out a sigh like the world was oh so cruel.

“Am I boring you?” You chastised, a frown marring your features.

“Darling, you could never bore me,” Kol coos. “I just find this to be obtuse.”

“What about it is obtuse?”

“When will you get to enjoy all of this?” Kol finally sat up, gesturing to your apartment. “With everything going on…you’d be lucky to have a Christmas.”

You deflated at his words, clutching your box of ornaments between your hands. Kol was right, but you loathed it. You wanted to just have a holiday, that was all.

He took notice of your somber mood and got off the couch to crouch in front of you.

“Don’t worry, Y/N,” he sighed, picking up an ornament and hanging it on the tree. “Maybe I’ll be wrong.”

He wasn’t entirely wrong; you wanted to hate him for that. But you never could, not really. You spent your whole life feeling like you were holding your breath, but it was like you could actually breathe with him. He made you smile and also frustrated you to no end. Kol saved your life once, and you wondered there and then if it was physically possible to give him your heart. You never figured that part out.Later that week, you were at the Mikaelson compound preparing for a war meeting slash holiday dinner. Dinner was your idea, and Elijah backed you up. Some poor soul they compelled was likely making you food as you sat on Rebekah’s bed, flipping through a book.

“Did you ever have any holiday traditions?” You asked the blond, not looking up as you spoke. You could hear her rifling around at her vanity when she turned to you.

“Bonfire,” Bex answered. “We’d write our wishes and throw them in the fire.”

“We should do that!” You exclaimed, looking up at her. She chuckled at your excitement, even as a melancholy look crossed her features.

“What would you wish for?”

Rebekah took a beat.

“My family, together, at peace,” she said softly, looking down. You repositioned yourself to sit at the end of the bed, looking at her sadly.

“I won’t leave you, you know,” you murmured. “Even if I should’ve hit the hills a while ago.”

“I know that, dove,” Rebekah sighed. “You’re as much a part of this family as I am. I’m…grateful for that.” She tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, and you were hit by the realization that she was just a girl in a woman’s body. “Because you’re my family, I know exactly what you’d wish for.”

“Oh?” You lifted a brow at that.

“For someone to meet you under the mistletoe,” Rebekah teased, getting up from her chair and tackling you down on the bed in a fit of giggles.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about,” you gasped between laughter.

“Oh dear, Y/N, if only you could acknowledge how much he cares,” Rebekah sighed, and you poked her on the nose before rolling out of her reach.

“Don’t tell lies, Bex, it’s cruel,” you chastised.

“Is my darling sister being a vixen again?” Kol called from the doorway, catching both you and Rebekah’s attention. He leaned up against the door, arms crossed and a smirk on his face. You felt your heart rate pick up as you took him in.

“What do you want?” Rebekah inquired, looking bored.

“Dinner is ready; I came to fetch you,” Kol smirked, giving you a wink that sent your heart spiraling from the stratosphere. Rebekah grumbled and got up, pushing past you and out the door. You moved to follow, but Kol grabbed your arm, pulling you back towards him.

“Kol,” you breathed, looking up at him in question.

“Do I scare you?” He asked, peering at you. “What?”

“Or is it nerves?” He traced his thumb over the vein on your inner arm, and you could swear he was listening to how your heart thumped. “What makes your heart jump every time I come around?”

“I get startled,” you stutter, ignoring the look in his eyes at your lie. Kol hummed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as his fingers traced your face.

“You know what I loathe about you?” Kol whispered. “You smell too sweet to resist…”

You wondered what would happen if you dared to kiss him right then, but the timing was never your forte, and you were interrupted by Rebekah yelling at the two of you to hurry up. You pulled yourself away, holding your breath, hoping to calm down as you descended the stairs. You could feel Kol following behind you.

Dinner was extravagant, as most things in the household were. You gored on rotisserie chicken and baked brie, letting the flavors coat your tongue. Elijah and Klaus bickered back and forth about a course of action with fighting the witches (they wanted Hope, of course). You could have been more helpful in these discussions anyway. Frankly, you weren’t sure why they kept you around. Maybe one day you’ll find out.

Dinner was interrupted by an explosion.

You felt yourself fly back, hitting the floor in the dust. The enemies had effectively retaliated, and the Mikaelsons fought back perfectly with tooth and claw. You brought yourself to a standing position, coming eye to eye with a witch who looked at you like you were a pawn on a chessboard. You sucker-punched her before she could make a move.

The Mikaelsons dealt with the threat in record time, and when the dust on their battlefield had settled, the arguments started. First, Klaus ranted about how they should’ve been more prepared, and then Elijah tried to explain how they made logical choices up to this point. Rebekah would occasionally butt in.

You just stood there hearing the noise build up in your head. You had the vague sense that you were bleeding, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. Someone came up next to you, and you turned to see it was Kol. He said something that you didn’t hear before biting his wrist and holding it up to you. You tentatively took it, letting his blood coat your throat before pulling away. The ringing stopped, and you felt your body stabilize.

The pressure from the family screaming match didn’t go away, though. Someone yelled, “Stop,” and everyone turned to look at you. You almost didn’t recognize your own voice breaking the chaos.

“Just stop,” you pleaded. You looked at each sibling, forcing them to really see you. “It’s the fucking holidays…why is there always fighting? Why are you always fighting?” Your voice broke. “You have each other, and you care so much even when you pretend you don’t, and you’re always fighting.”

“I would do anything to have my family right now, but I don’t, and it kills me,” you choked. “You guys have each other, and what do you do? Nothing. Nothing at all.”

You don’t know why you broke, but you did. Being alone during your favorite season hurt you way more than you let on. It felt like looking from outside your body as you walked out of the compound on the way home. You entered your apartment silently, flipping on the lights to absolute silence.

You took a shower and went out in pjs, bundling yourself up in front of your fireplace. It was one of the amenities that sold you on the apartment. You wrote out your wishes on a piece of paper, folding them into paper cranes (for the sake of being dramatic) and tossing them in the fire. You sniffled, hugging your knees to your chest and weeping. You missed home and your family. You felt terribly alone.

On your paper cranes, you wrote for your family, for being surrounded by loved ones during the holidays, and Kol liking you back. Simple, trivial wishes, but ones you had nonetheless. You debated calling it an early night when you heard a knock on your door.

You got up slowly to open it, recoiling in shock when Kol bounds in with Klaus following behind him. Both are wearing Santa hats.

“Mother of God—“ you curse, watching as Kol drops boxes of decorations on your couch and Klaus makes a beeline for your kitchen. “What are you doing here?”

“Celebrating Christmas,” Klaus says, pouring himself a drink (somehow finding your alcohol).

“What?”

“Elijah and Bex will be here shortly,” Kol chimes, taking out some lights and struggling to detangle them. You walk over to help him. As Kol says, Elijah and Rebekah come with more decor than you can handle and even some presents. Elijah gives you the early gift of a record player, a sleek Audio-Technica he sets up in the corner. He puts on a Christmas record and lets Elvis Presley’s “Blue Christmas” sound fill the space. Rebekah decides your apartment should be rearranged and goes to work pushing the furniture into their new places, making Klaus help her. You join Kol in decorating the tree. This mainly includes you redoing what he’s done since he’s absolutely dreadful at it. He pretends like he doesn’t notice you do it.

“This one reminds me of you,” Kol says, holding up a bright red apple ornament. It’s lightly dusted in glitter.

“Why? Because I’m the apple of your eye?” You jest, earning a slight chuckle.

“In Jewish tradition, the apple symbolized strength and hope for prosperity,” Kol explains. “In Wicca, it’s a powerful tool for protection. Much like you.”

You don’t have anything to respond to that, as Kol places the apple in the perfect place. You don’t move to rearrange it, it’s already in its home. You blush under Kol’s gaze and go back to decorating.

Rebekah claps her hands to capture everyone’s attention.

“Family photo time!” She announces, brandishing a camera she must’ve found stashed in one of your drawers. Klaus groans, and she swats him. You all gather in front of the tree. Elijah holds the camera with Klaus behind him, Kol, you, and Rebekah. Rebekah wraps an arm around your middle and props her head on your shoulder as you lean into Kol to fit better in the frame. Kol puts an arm around your shoulders and rests his head against yours.

“Smile,” Elijah says, taking the photo. You all gather around the screen, and you can’t help but smile at how well it turned out.

“You have a future in photography,” you chuckle, nudging Elijah. He rolls his eyes.

“No, thank you.”

Klaus pours everyone some champagne (again, where he was finding your alcohol is a mystery). You see the star at your tree's top and struggle to fit it on. Grabbing a chair, you nervously climb atop it.

“Here, let me help,” Kol says, grabbing your waist for support as you get on your tip toes and fit on the star. He holds you as you step off the chair, finding yourself in his arms. “Can we go somewhere quiet?” He asks, a hint of a tremble in his voice.

You gesture towards the bathroom, a place that’s already too noisy because of your rocky heater. He walks ahead of you, and you close the door behind him. You watch as Kol takes in the checkered floors, blue wallpaper, and clawfoot bathtub.

“Darling, this place is horrendous,” Kol states, and you laugh. “It works.” “It’s terrible.” “Not all of us are made of money,” you cross your arms, leaning against the counter.

“I have to get you a new place purely so I don’t have to look at this one,” Kol runs a hand through his hair, another hand on his hip. He looks ridiculous, and it makes you love him even more.

“What did you need the privacy for?” You ask.

“I have a gift for you,” Kol rifles through his pocket, pulling out a small red box. Your breath catches as he hands it to you. You open the box with trembling fingers to find a necklace inside. It’s simple, with a pendant of a moon eclipsing the sun. Your fingers trace with the charm with a delicacy reserved for beautiful things. “I saw it and thought of you.”

“I don’t know what to say…” “Say you’ll let me take you on a date.”

Your head shoots up, and you look at Kol with wide eyes. For once, his expression isn’t one of a cocky vampire, but rather a nervous boy. “What?”

“I figured it out,” Kol starts, stepping closer to you and cornering you by the door. “Why your heart beat so fast around me…why Rebekah is always asking me to do things with you…why you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” Kol looks down at you, forcing you to look up to meet his gaze. “You like me.”

“I—“ “It’s alright, I like you too. A lot. More than anyone in the past centuries,” Kol whispers. You wonder if maybe that wish you threw in the fire possesses real magic as you see your dreams coming true.

“Okay.” “Okay?”

“You can take me on a date,” you answer, feeling your breath shaky as Kol steps closer.

“Can I call you my girlfriend?” He trails his fingers across your jaw, chin, and lips. Your body is on fire.

“You can call me your girlfriend,” you whimper as his nose brushes yours.

“Can I kiss you?” He lets his breath fan your face, and you can barely let out an affirmative before you grab him by the collar and drag his lips to yours. One of his hands boxes your head against the wall as the other holds your hip, pulling you closer. Your hands tangle in his hair, and you hear him let out a small groan at the action. You let him take control because you’re barely holding on with the way he kisses and touches you. You’re afraid you might break apart if he lets go, and you can barely hold in your gasp as his fingers brush under your shirt.

You would let him take you right there, and then if not for Rebekah knocking on the door.

“Stop snogging and finish the tree!” She yells, earning a growl from Kol as you hear her walk away cackling. He turns back to you, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips as he looks at you with eyes the color of the night sky.

“How does 8pm tomorrow sound?” “Sounds like a date.”

[vigilante-3073]

The Scholar & The Hunter

Jeremy Gilbert x Female Human Reader

Summary: Jeremy gets the hunter's mark after Connor was killed by Elena. He realizes the importance of the person he needs to protect.

Y/N L/N and Jeremy Gilbert had always been incredibly close. They were in the same grade and both had an affinity for art, but there were also some distinct differences between them. Y/N was an academic who took her studies incredibly serious and Jeremy preferred to skip class.

Y/N didn't have a very large friend group and spent most of her time with Jeremy. Y/N suddenly found herself alone when he decided to hang out with an unfavorable crowd of drug users like Vicki Donovan.

Y/N had always liked Jeremy as something more than a friend. Elena knew and had been rooting for them for years, but Y/N never told Jeremy. They drifted apart when Jeremy found himself interested in Vicki, Anna and Bonnie.

Y/N would always be there for him, but seeing him fall for other people broke her heart.

The pair eventually found their way back to one another when Jeremy discovered the existence of the supernatural. He needed to confide in someone and found himself turning to Y/N.

Jeremy told her absolutely everything, gifting her a Vervain necklace and making her promise that she would never take it off.

Y/N quickly delved into the journals of the founding families in Mystic Falls. She made notes and categorized the information into different sections, noting which journal provided what.

Y/N also talked to Stefan while he was over at the Gilbert home, making notes about how Vampirism worked and what they could and couldn't do. Y/N had quickly come to possess a wealth of knowledge on Vampires, Werewolves, Hybrids, Witches, Originals and Doppelgangers.

Jeremy was thankful to have someone reliable beside him in such a crazy world. Y/N looked at things logically, breaking everything down into facts and consulting relevant sources for solutions.

Y/N had helped Elena, Stefan and Bonnie on multiple occasions. She brought them important information and they valued her contributions dearly.

Y/N managed to get Jeremy a job at the grill with her and Matt. They worked together almost every day and spent most of their time off together as well.

It was rare that Jeremy and Y/N were apart for more than a day, usually talking on the phone or texting when they couldn't physically be together. Y/N had almost become an expected presence in the Gilbert home over the years and it was strange to go a day without seeing her.

Jeremy wouldn't allow Y/N to come around the house after Elena became a Vampire. He was determined to keep her safe and refused to expose her to a newly transitioned Vampire.

Jeremy knew that things could take a turn for the worst when a hunter named Connor arrived in Mystic Falls. It took him less than five minutes to find Tyler and shoot him in foyer of the Lockwood home. This man clearly meant business and could completely wipe out the Hybrid and Vampire populations of Mystic Falls.

After a few close calls and a hostage situation at the Grill, Elena killed Connor in cold blood. The hunter's mark began to appear on Jeremy's body and he told Y/N immediately. She looked through every relevant source, telling him that he would need to kill a Vampire in order to stop Elena's hallucinations and expand the mark.

Jeremy killed one of Klaus' hybrids to save his sister and suddenly everything changed. He began to dream about killing Elena, looking at her with malice whenever he saw her.

Y/N noticed the change right away, recommending that he come and stay with her for a while. Jeremy began to pack a bag and quickly discovered that Elena had already moved in with the Salvatore brothers.

Jeremy was disgusted by the sheer amount of relief that filled his body. He shouldn't be happy that his sister left their home, but he couldn't help it.

He was a hunter and she was his prey, it had become his instinct to kill Vampires and he couldn't have her around him any longer.

...

Jeremy sat in his bed with his back leaned against the headboard. The house was completely silent aside from the soft clicking of Y/N's laptop keyboard as she typed and the soft scribbling of pen on paper.

She had been looking into the lore about hunters, trying to learn as much as she possibly could. The group didn't need another surprise like they had with the hunter's curse.

Jeremy watched her as she worked, sitting in his desk chair with her legs crossed. She looked through a stack of papers, making notes and searching up whatever peaked her interest.

"Hey, Y/N?" Jeremy questioned.

"Yeah," She replied, setting down her pen and looking over at him.

"Can you stay here tonight?" He asked.

"Are you flirting with me, Jeremy?" She questioned with a teasing smile.

He looked down, cheeks flushing as a small smile appeared on his face, "You know I'm always flirting with you," He replied.

"That was a very smooth response," Y/N said, turning the chair to face him, "All joking aside, do you really want me to stay?" She asked.

"Yeah, I just- I hate the silence," He said.

"So, you're saying I snore?" Y/N questioned.

Jeremy huffed a laugh, "Definitely... I want you to stay so I can listen to you snore all night," Jeremy said.

"You're lucky that I like you, Jeremy," Y/N said.

He watched her as she turned back to the desk, tidying up her papers and plugging in her laptop. Y/N stood up from the chair and Jeremy got out of the bed, he stepped over to his dresser and pulled out a shirt for her to wear.

"Elena said you can borrow whatever else you need from her," Jeremy said.

Y/N took the shirt from his hand, "Did you tell her I was staying over?" She asked.

"No, but she figured that you would," He replied.

"She knows you well," Y/N said.

"She does," Jeremy nodded.

Y/N stepped into the bathroom, closing the door gently behind herself. Jeremy sat down on the edge of his bed as he waited for her to come back.

His heart raced as he fidgeted with his hands, he had decided that tonight was when he was going to make his move. After years of pining, he was finally ready to tell her how he really felt and he hoped that she felt the same.

The hunter's mark had made him look at his life through a different lens and he realized that Y/N was incredibly important to him. Jeremy would die before he let any harm come to her, Y/N meant everything to him and he had fallen in love with her.

The door opened and he stood up, Y/N almost seemed surprised to see him standing there. She was dressed in his t-shirt and a pair of Elena's sleep shorts, but he had never seen her look more beautiful.

"Is everything okay?" Y/N asked, setting down her stack of folded clothes and giving him her undivided attention.

"I have something to tell you," He said, she nodded.

"I think I'm falling in love with you... I completely understand if you don't feel the same way, but your friendship means everything to me and I don't want to lose that," Jeremy said.

"Jeremy," Y/N started.

His stomach dropped, "Y-you don't have to say anything. We can just pretend that I never opened my mouth and keep things the same as they've always been," Jeremy said quickly, desperate to keep from hearing her rejection.

"What if I don't want to keep things the same?" Y/N asked.

"Are you- Are you saying what I think you're saying?" He questioned, eyes searching her face for any sign of dishonesty.

"Jeremy Gilbert, I have been in love with you since we were ten," Y/N stated.

He huffed a laugh, "Well, I guess it took me a little longer to figure out how I felt," Jeremy said.

"You're a guy. It usually takes you a bit longer to figure things out," Y/N teased.

Jeremy smiled, cupping her cheeks and pressing his lips to hers in a gentle kiss. Y/N rested her hands on his sides, tentatively moving her lips against his.

Jeremy pulled away, resting his forehead against hers as he brushed his thumbs across her skin gently.

"I need you to know that I will do everything in my power to keep you safe. You mean everything to me, Y/N," He said softly.

"I'm a lucky girl," She smiled.

"The luckiest," Jeremy replied, returning his lips to hers in a more passionate kiss.

Jeremy pulled away, pressing a kiss to her forehead before he looked down at her, "Will you be my girlfriend?" He asked.

"Yes, of course I will," She replied.

...

Jeremy made his way down the stairs, hesitating as he heard the sound of a knife thudding gently against a cutting board. He adjusted his grip on the wooden stake in his hand as he slowly entered the kitchen.

"Morning, little Gilbert," Damon greeted, chopping up spinach.

"You shouldn't be here, Damon. If you haven't heard, I'm having a hard time not murdering Vampires lately," Jeremy stated.

"I'm willing to take the chance," Damon stated. He lifted up the cutting board and swept the ingredients into a bowl of raw eggs.

"Elena told me that you were having a sleepover with Y/N," Damon said, stirring the mixture with a fork as he turned towards the stove.

"Why do you care?" Jeremy questioned.

"I'm just nosy by nature," Damon smirked, dumping the mixture into the hot skillet. It sizzled softly as he placed the bowl into the sink.

"I could hear you two getting wet and wild in the shower when I came in. Elena's gonna be elated to hear that her little brother has finally admitted his feelings," Damon said.

"Why are you even here, Damon?" Jeremy asked.

"I'm making fritatta," Damon stated simply.

"What's the real reason?" Jeremy questioned.

Y/N made her way down the stairs, she paused in the doorway when she noticed the stake in Jeremy's hand.

"Is everything okay?" Y/N asked.

"Everything is great, I'm making fritatta," Damon said.

"Ooh, I love your fritatta," Y/N said, stepping around Jeremy and taking a seat at the kitchen island.

"She loves my fitatta," Damon repeated with a smile.

Jeremy shifted on his feet, feeling tense at the sight of Y/N being close to a Vampire. Damon picked up a bowl of strawberries, reaching out to place them down in front of Y/N.

Jeremy took a quick step forward, breath speeding up as he raised the stake slightly. Damon glanced at him, setting the bowl down on the countertop.

"Fresh from the market," He said, returning to the stove.

Damon moved the skillet into the oven to finish cooking, leaning against the counter and watching Y/N eat some of the fresh fruit.

"You two had sex then?" He questioned.

"Damon," Jeremy snapped.

"We did," Y/N replied simultaneously.

"Why would you tell him that?" Jeremy asked, Y/N shrugged.

"He's less annoying when you're honest," She stated.

"Good for you. Some time doing the horizontal tango might take his mind off those murderous tendencies," Damon said.

"We'll keep at it then," Y/N replied, biting into another strawberry.

"Speaking of those killer instincts, we might have figured out a way around that," Damon stated.

"Really? What is it?" Y/N asked.

"Bonnie's witchy teacher dude. He knows a lot about hunters and he thinks that hypnosis can help change how Jeremy responds to the urges," Damon said.

"Does Elena know?" Y/N questioned.

"She does. But she thought it should be more of a phone call rather than a face to face convo because of your affinity for sharp wooden objects," Damon stated, sending Jeremy a smile.

"Where are we meeting him?" Y/N asked.

"The lake house. Elena and I are going to come up at game time, but Bonnie and Shane will join you around noon," Damon said.

"Just enough time for fritatta," Y/N smiled.

"My thoughts exactly," Damon replied.