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jokingmisfit · 2 months ago

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Birthday Presents You're the Gift

Poly Mikaelsons x Fem!Reader

Warnings- sub reader(aka reader is a bottom), putting icing where it isn't supposed to go, biting, drinking readers blood (implied), p in v, unprotected sex, slight choking, blindfolds, restraints, edible underwear, cunnilingus, mommy kink, collars(not pet play), leash(still not pet play), doggy style, possessiveness, sex toys, begging, cumming inside, over stimulation (implied), (potion) aphrodisiac, hair pulling, strap-on, squirting (mentioned), reader is a bit of a pillow princess ngl

Notes- It's all in past tense for some reason idk I was tired and wrote half at work the other half instead of sleeping at 2am. Also, technically it's written as the reader is with all of them.

Kol (Icing)

You'd been surprised yourself with how easy things went. You had to sneak away from his party early and set things up, hide the icing, and make sure it was all done in time for him to walk in.

It went perfectly. You covered your chest in icing and put sprite on top of that. You took a smaller tube of icing and placed X's on his favorite places to bite you. Lastly, you partially coated your privates in icing.

You propped yourself up at the edge of the bed and waited. Thankfully you planned just right because only a few minutes passed when he opened the door.

Of course the door wasn't open for long as he slammed it shut. Kol's eyes raked over you. A shine lit in his eyes and if you didn't know any better you'd think he was about to actually eat you.

"What a lovely surprise..." He had whispered.

"All for you." You replied easily.

Kol squeezed his hands into fists and released a few times before he stalked towards you. Honestly the man looked wild like he had no idea where to start, so he started with the little "x" on your thigh. He licked the icing clean and bit down to draw blood to replace it.

You warned him not to lose his appetite so soon and he sunk his teeth deeper. Slowly he moved to your pussy, where he lapped at the icing before diving his tongue into your hole. Kol are you out until there was no icing left.

He moved up and hit every "x" etched on your skin and leaving his own marks behind. He decided he wanted more, so he shoved his cock into you while sucked on your chest and your neck. Leaving a different kind of sticky mess between your legs and on your thighs.

At the end of the night he tells you how jealous his siblings will be when he tells them the present their mate gave him.

Elijah (Ties)

You were a bit worried. You had to ask Rebecca for help with your preparation, and you prayed she wouldn't spoil your surprise. The two of you snuck off just at the end of the party and made quick progress.

With a kiss on your cheek Rebecca left you there for her brother to find. Your hands were tied to the railing with one of Elijah's ties and you were blindfolded by another one. Around your neck was a brand new tie that you were hoping he'd enjoy as much as the rest of his surprise.

You could hear the door open, and if you hadn't heard the low laugh you would've been concerned for who might've entered.

Elijah's hand was soft against your breast . He traced the shape of your body easily. He lightly picked up the base of the tie off your chest. He felt the fabric between his fingers.

"What a delicious surprise you've given me." He said quietly.

You had felt the tie suddenly tighten around your neck making it harder to breathe. Your soft moans encouraged him, and he engulfed your mouth with his. He littered your neck with bites and kisses which trailed onto your breasts.

Elijah removed his clothes and hovered above you. He took little care in preparing you as he slid his cock into you. He held the tie tightly pulling it like it would move you closer to him. Most of the night your legs are placed forcefully on his shoulders as he plows you. He makes you cum several times and misses not one chance to fill you up with his seed.

By the end of the night he undoes all the ties and holds you softly. He doesn't say it but you can tell he very much enjoyed his present.

Rebekah (Lingerie)

The plan was simple enough. You didn't need extra preparation, all you needed was to put it on. You knew she'd love it.

You sat delicately in the light pink candy lingerie. The scent of strawberries comforted your nerves, yet made you that much more excited.

Rebekah entered the room already smiling. She licks her lips before sitting on her knees in front of you.

"Such a lovely gift for your mommy..." She said looking you over.

She leaned up and bit the strap of the barely strong enough candy. Your tits spilled out and the other strap broke instantly. Rebekah's smile grew and she lowered her head between them to bite off the lingerie's body strap.

Her hands trailed your thighs as she went around your chest eating the candy and nipping at your skin. She moved her head down and ate the candy wrapped around your tummy before she bit the panties.

Rebekah used her teeth to tear away the candy. Her nails scratched the skin on your thighs. She ate you out just like she ate the candy. When you moved your hands to her hair she immediately pinned them beside you with an additional threat to tie you up.

You spent most of the night like this with her mouth glued to your cunt. She teased you when you begged her to stop. Instead finally using her strap to fuck you "more properly".

She makes sure not a piece of lingerie is left and any stickiness is taken off with her tongue.

The night ends with your lips pressed to her chest. A perfect way to tell you Rebekah had loved your gift.

Klaus (Collar)

A part of you was nervous. You had known he brought it up to you when he was really worked up, but you had no idea if Klaus would really like it.

Your body bare aside from the collar sat delicately on your neck. The words "Property of Niklaus" scrawled nicely on it. A chain leash attached and you played with the other end while you waited for the hybrid to step through the door.

When he does enter his back was towards you as he ensures no one sees the inside of his room. He scolds you for giving yourself away with your scent, but his words die when he finally sees you.

"Now this is a very pleasant surprise." His smile at you was predatory.

Your heartbeat grew faster as you looked away and offered him the leash. He took it happily and watched with excitement as you looked up with wide eyes. Klaus's smile grew when he caught glimpse of the tag.

He pulled the leash tightly and you end up dragged into his arms. His fingers investigate the tag as he reads it. A low growl escapes him.

You found yourself face down and ass up as he fucks into you from above. His thrusts were hard and quick. He pulled on the leash from behind giving you a delightful lightheaded feeling.

He made you beg for release, repeating how he owned you over and over again. The word "mine" might have as well been embedded in your skin like his fangs were in your shoulder.

You knew when the night ended he had enjoyed your surprise as he held onto the leash for the rest of the night even when you were wrapped in his arms.

Finn (Toys)

You were excited. You didn't really use toys and the others didn't either, but Finn seemed fascinated with the thought and you really wanted him to be satisfied with your gift.

The toys were laid out beside you. You wore a simple lingerie set that you knew he'd love. The door opened to a confused Finn.

"What is all of this?" He asked simply.

You explained everything. Simple, pick a toy or multiple and it's his tool to use.

Almost instantaneously he picked a toy and turned it on. Finn tore the panties away rather quickly, and he put the toy right up to your clit and savored the sounds you made.

He truly enjoyed the show. He tested every vibrator, dildo, and plug laid out. He even tried the breast pump to watch you as it sucked your tits. Finn enjoyed the way you begged him for a break, for anything else. He wanted more of this even if you pretended not to too.

He took what little clothing you had left and fucked you into the mattress, but even then he wasn't satisfied and he pulled out one of the vibrators again. He couldn't help but stare at you and the way your body reacted.

Finn drilled into you with the vibrator on your clit for all three rounds that he actually touched you. Had you tried you wouldn't be able to count the times you actually came that night.

In the end you knew he was happy with his gift, especially when he set the toys aside for "future use".

Freya (Aphrodisiac)

It was a good present. You had known that, because she had told you before she wanted to try. It was easy getting the potion with Kols help. You hid it from Freya well and you were so excited to give into one of her fantasies.

You left the bottle to sit in your lap as Freya entered the room. Her eyes traced over you and immediately landed on the bottle.

"Oh, this has to be my favorite present of the night." She said more to herself than you.

Freya took the bottle from your lap and poured it into her mouth. She let the liquid sit before kissing you and pushing the potion down your throat. You obeyed despite the urge for air burning your lungs.

The aphrodisiac worked quickly. It dulled some senses and increased others. You could feel the heat pooling between your legs. The wetness on your thighs and her smile on your neck. Her kisses burned and you felt you might cum from the simple actions.

Your body was on fire and you couldn't focus. She grabbed your scalp and pulled you till you were face to face with her. Freya kissed you madly as you whimpered against her mouth.

Her fingers moved down and played with your cunt. They enter you easily over and over again. She moved your head to suck on her chest and you obeyed easily.

Though you weren't sure when at some point she put on her strap and sat you in her lap. Freya thrusted up into you repeatedly. You don't squirt too often but you did that night.

You can't remember how the night ended, but you knew she enjoyed your present because you remember a kiss on your head and a whispered thank you.

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diettwistup · 6 months ago

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HALF OF YOU

PAIRINGS: tashi duncan x f!oc, art donaldson x f!oc, patrick zweig x f!oc

SUMMARY: No matter how bright Tashi Duncan shined, her best friend, Milan Mikaelson, wasn’t far behind. Though seeming to be second best, Milan would never let that define her career. Holding as much fame as Tashi, Milan encountered Patrick Zweig and Art Donaldson. Would this encounter change the trajectory of her life, and would her relationship with Tashi Duncan be completely altered from it?

WARNINGS: challengers spoilers, reader is milan mikaelson, sexual situations, potential smut, language, angst, plot alterations.

WC: 482

NOTES: hey! this is my first story, so pls be gentle LOL. still learning my way around posting on tumblr, so would love to learn tips and tricks! i decided to write this out of boredom and a severe hyper fixation. wanted to test the waters and just post the intro to toe the line! i hope you all enjoy! 💋

INTRODUCTION: NOTHING CAN BE KEPT FROM ME

CHALLENGERS TOURNAMENT, NEW ROCHELLE - 2019, 1:00 PM

The sun beating down brutally on my skin must have had a death wish for me. Sitting on these uncomfortable bleachers, my designer dress stuck to my thighs, and my feet burned in my red-bottomed heels.

The top of my head burned from both the sun’s rays and all the crowd members shooting feeble glances at me and the person sitting to my left.

Pulling down my expensive sunglasses, my eyes moved back and forth quickly at the match in front of me.

Patrick Zweig versus Art Donaldson. Never thought I’d see this again in all my existence.

Sighing, I brushed my hair out of my face and leaned to my left to whisper to the person sitting next to me.

“Tash, Patrick’s gotten pretty good…” I observed as I turned to her and stared through my tilted sunglasses.

She only responded by crossing her arms and curtly nodding, too engrossed in the game to give a damn about my observation.

Reaching my hand up to my mouth, I bit one of my perfectly manicured nails and turned my attention back to the match at hand.

Studying both boys' motions, my eyes stayed trained on the net separating them. I truly don’t know who I wanted to win. Too many factors were clouding my mind and inflicting my sense of judgment.

Sucking on my teeth I trailed my eyes over to Art Donaldson. My best friend's husband. Complicated situation there and I couldn’t be bothered to give two fucks.

Yeah, right…

Shifting my gaze, my eyes landed on Patrick Zweig. A forgotten piece in my and Tashi’s puzzle.

An untrue assumption.

“Fuck…” Tashi cursed under her breath and snapped me out of my thoughts. When I looked up, I saw Patrick had just scored a point on Art.

Nodding in acceptance, I kept my eyes trained on Patrick, who ended up sharing the same gaze, a small smile on his face.

Giving him a curt nod I looked back over to Art, who had resorted to pacing to calm his nerves. Typical Art.

“It’s fine,” I mumbled, patting Tashi’s thigh as my eyes focused back on the net.

“It’s not,” She snapped and reached down to grip my hand. “He has to win…” She trailed off before pushing her sunglasses fully up on her face.

The only thing I could do was hum at this. I would never open my mouth to defy Tashi when it came to tennis… or Art.

Especially Art.

Looking back at Art, I noticed he was already looking toward Tashi and me but was staring at the wrong person. He was looking right at me, his eyes filled with something I couldn’t observe.

I nodded at him, lips pursed, as my mind clouded with two things.

I know every single terrible thing Tashi Duncan has done to betray Art Donaldson, and Art Donaldson knows, too.

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amournoir · 10 months ago

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Happy valentines sweet Aurora ♡♡

I want to request a chains and whips with Elijah ♡♡ (of course) & add some sugar daddy spice if you don't mind.

Ruined

pairing(s): elijah mikaelson x f!reader

count: 5.5k

warning(s): smut {boob/nipple play, spanking, anal gaping, toys, vulgar words?}

author’s note: ahhh lovie! thank you so much for the request, i truly hope you enjoy it. i love you so much 🤍

It was the day Y/N dreaded the most. The one day of the year that everyone collectively somehow agreed to show their love to their partners. It was the day money would be wasted on the same old roses, same tooth rotting chocolates, and same oversized teddy bears. If you haven’t guessed it yet, it was Valentine’s Day.

Y/N groaned as she rolled around in her bed, trying to figure out what she’ll do. Being outside was absolutely not an option, the last she wanted was a front row view of the disgusting displays of affection. No she wanted something simple yet exciting, not public but also would be okay with some privacy. She smirked as her head concocted a beautifully sinful idea. She rolled over to the head of her bed and reached over her nightstand, grabbing her phone all the while. She quickly unlocked it and sent a text all in less than a minute. She waited what felt like ages but was probably a minute or two before her phone beeped. She grinned at her plan that was working so far.

Half an hour later, she was getting dressed in front of her mirror. She put on the skimpiest, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination, white lingerie set. Her deep plunging skintight dark maroon dress choked her curves in all the right places. She topped it off with the classic black stilettos that had red bottoms. After appreciating her figure, she grabbed her phone and shoved it in one bra then her keys and shoved it in the other one.

It took her almost twenty minutes to get there but she convinced herself that it’d be okay. It’s better to be fashionably late than early or godforbid on time. Y/N got out of her taxi cab and walked down the brightly lit streets of the French Quarter. Music, cheers, and laughter could be heard before you saw what was happening. As she knew it, couples were standing around being lovey and gross. She made a face as she quickly walked down the street towards the most notorious family home. A bouncer stopped her at the front, she merely pulled out her phone from her bra and pressed the recently dialed number. The man over the phone spoke a simple ‘she’s fine’ and the bouncer let her in.

Y/N hung up and walked in through the metal gates, the music was getting louder and louder at every step she took. Soon she stood in the courtyard, surrounded by exotic dancers in valentine’s attire. She looked around and noticed how obvious the theme was and instantly knew a certain blonde girl was behind this whole party. A waiter passed her by and she reached for the glass of champagne before he left, downing it instantly and grabbed another glass.

“Easy love, you’ve only just arrived.” There was that charming accent she somewhat loathed.

Y/N smiles politely then downed the other glass like a shot, not-so-politely. “Stalking me already?”

He smirks at her slight defiance, “Perhaps. Or maybe the party’s just got here.” He offers his elbow.

She smiles at him and hurriedly places her two empty glasses on the other waiter’s trays before he walks away. She turns to face him then looks down at his arm. She shrugs and loops her arm through his, he begins dragging her around the compound. They chit chat briefly on useless topics, occasionally Y/N scans the room but this doesn’t go unnoticed by him.

“Already bored of me love?” He feigns offense, placing his hand over his chest.

Y/N quickly looks at him, caught red handed by him due to her lack of interest. “No. Just wondering where the rest of your family is. It’s your party isn’t it?”

“Actually it’s Rebekah’s, something she’s been sure to let everyone know.” He leans against the metal railing as he looks down into the crowd. “Kol is somewhere here with Davina and I suppose my brother is in his office brooding as usual.”

“He doesn’t brood.” Y/N quickly retorts without thinking.

“Oh?” He smiles, his interest now piqued. “Tell me then. What does he do?”

“I don’t know, I just don’t think he broods.” Y/N lies.

The man stares at her for what seems like a long while, trying to decipher the thoughts ping ponging around her head. “So once again…” Klaus leans much closer to her, his breath fanning against her ear. “…what, pray tell, does my dear older brother do?”

Y/N opens her mouth to respond but all that comes out are stutters so she quickly closes it. She tries to move aside but his figure is larger than hers and easily blocks her exits. She’s left with nothing to do but lean on the stone wall behind her, placing her palms flat against it hoping its coolness might relax her now racing heart. Her mind is speeding through different directions, trying to figure out how to leave him without angering him or dragging attention to herself.

Klaus watches as she tries to find ways to escape, he can hear the quickening pace of her heart. He smirks and opts to startle her by slamming his hand on the wall, right next to her face. She jumps alert, her hand flying to her chest. He chuckles at her reaction, gaze lingering on her plunging neckline. He uses his free hand to slide up her belly towards her breasts, stopping just short of the actual cleavage area. His eyes flick upwards to hers and he catches her watching him, with a cheeky smile, he drags his hand further up until it stops on the base of her neck.

“Such a pretty neck.” He says so very casually. His fingers wrap around it and Y/N lets out a sudden groan. “Is this perhaps what he does?”

Y/N doesn’t know if she should even answer that. She remains quiet and hopes he’ll grow bored of her nonparticipation eventually. Before she can utter a word, a voice is heard from her left hand side. “Leave her.”

Klaus smirks and tightens his grip around Y/N’s neck. “Brother. We were just talking about you.”

“I won't say it again Niklaus.”

The hybrid reluctantly releases Y/N, raising his arms up, and takes a step back. He continues to step away, still that smug smile on his face, until he’s further away from her and gone. Y/N lets out a heavy breath she wasn’t aware she had been holding onto.

“Are you alright?”

She feels around her throat, massaging the slightly reddened skin. She nods as she looks at him. “Thank you.”

“You shouldn’t thank me. I would’ve let him continue just so I could hear your answer but something tells me you’d sooner blackout.”

You turn and face him, an incredulous look on your face, “You— really?”

He merely shrugs. “Consider me curious my dear.” He walks, no stalks, slowly toward her and abruptly stops in front of a pair of closed french doors. Wordlessly, he ushers her in and waits until she’s inside to shut the frosted glass doors behind them.

Y/N stands in the middle of the guest bedroom, taking in the view. It’s a normal room with a bed, a nightstand, a plush seat and dresser but it doesn’t look like it at all. There are old paintings on the wall, the decor such as the rug and curtains are from a different time period. It’s like sleeping in a room bathed in history but existing in the present.

This was why she enjoyed being around the family. The things they’ve seen and heard are far more valuable to her than anything in existence. It’s actually how she and the older Mikaelson met. A year ago she had been gifted museum tickets for her birthday and there was no chance she’d pass it up. She was quick to book a date at the location and when the day came, she was ready. You’d think she was a tourist with the armful of pamphlets and a camera hanging around her neck. She wasn’t even aware of the existence of supernatural beings until that day. Y/N and him found each other in the halls of the Louvre; she was admiring longingly for a time that wasn’t hers and he was reminiscing a time he missed.

Y/N was utterly lost in her imagination that she didn’t hear a lick of what he said. He had to physically touch her to pull her out of the spell the tapestries had her in. She apologized, embarrassed by her lack of awareness, and he smiled at her ability to shut out the world, something he was quite good at. Their conversation was long, she had questions and he somehow seemed to have all the answers. Something about her interest and thirst for history fueled him, so much so that he straight up told her how he knew what he knew. Her reaction was peculiar. She wasn’t afraid, she wasn’t impressed…she simply just didn’t know how to feel.

Over the days she spent in France, he showed her all the memorable places especially where the history was rich. She walked through halls that once withheld so much power of kings and queens, lands that once belonged to the people who would ignite the revolutionary wars. Her body was giddy with excitement as her imagination ran wild listening to his stories. He loved how she appreciated and adored history, this would perhaps explain why he kept her very close to him. In over a thousand years, it was a rare occurrence that he met someone like her. When her trip was done, she left with a journal full of French history and her mind full of the supernatural.

They met monthly, speaking of quite literally anything until one night there was far less talking than they were each used to. She was out celebrating a friend’s engagement, had far too much to drink and no clue how to get herself home safely. Without a thought, she dialed his number and minutes later he pulled up in a matte black car and his signature suit. Her friends truly thought he was hers and she would’ve quickly corrected them but her drunken state mixed with slight desire had her possessively holding onto his arms. Somehow that wasn’t enough for one of the women, she dared try to have a flirty banter with him, something Y/N wasn’t going to allow. Once again, with no thought behind those eyes of hers, she turned in his arms and kissed him. That small decision changed their relationship completely.

“I’ve lost you again.” His voice pulls her from her memories.

“Hm– what? No.”

He raises his full thick brow at her, “Alright then answer me.”

Mute…that’s what she became. She didn’t hear a damn thing he said, she didn’t even know he was talking. Her brain tried to remember the last thing he said before they entered the room but nothing came to her. She sighs and looks at him, “Okay fine, guilty. What was the question?”

He crosses the room from the french doors to her spot next to the painting above the fireplace. Gently, he tucks her hair behind her ear and admires her. He pulls her face close to his until they are mere inches apart, lips almost brushing against each other’s. Y/N was practically salivating, her not-so-subtle gulp drew his eyes to her throat. “What do I do…” He begins, then continues and clarifies, “…to you?”

“This.” She quickly replies, hoping he’d give her what she came for.

“What exactly is ‘this’?” He asks but knows exactly what she meant. He just wants to hear the words from her lips.

Y/N’s gaze holds his, forcing herself not to look away or falter even for a moment. “Heard, seen, cared for, and so on.”

He smiles sweetly and takes a step back from her, giving her a moment to breathe and relax herself. Once his senses pick up on the resting beat of her heart, he uses his vampiric abilities to grab her and take her to his room. In a blur, she is on his bed and tossed on her back, the silk sheets beneath her felt familiar and soft. Her eyes widened but not in surprise or shock, not at all, in absolute joy. She tries to pull herself up into a seated position but he’s quick to push her back down.

“Now where did we leave off?”

“I answered you already.”

“My dear you and I both know that’s not the complete truth. Shall I ask again?” He questions, reaching over into the drawers of the nightstand for something. He hides it behind him, enjoying how her eyes flicker around in anticipation.

“I don’t…I don’t know what you want me to say.” She lies seamlessly, shaking her head all the while. She had been in his room several times but never once had she looked for an escape like now. Even if she did manage to somehow get out of the room, she’d barely make it one step down the hall before he hauled her right back inside.

“Hmm.” He hums, still holding that little smile. “I suppose I’ll just have to drag it out of you.”

“Elijah wait—” She begins but her words are quickly cut off. In yet another blur, her hands are bound in handcuffs above her head to the headboard posts, same with her legs. Her skintight dress stretches and naturally rolls up, settling on her hips.

The man reaches back to her zipper and expertly slides it down. His hands slowly tug and pull the dress off of her, leaving her in her skimpy white lace lingerie. Elijah sucks in a sharp breath, his pupils slowly dilating. She looks utterly sinful right now. Her arms and legs are spread apart in four different directions, leaving her completely helpless and exposed to him. He takes off his tie, undoes his cufflinks, unbuttons his wrist cuffs, and undresses himself torturously slowly.

Y/N could do nothing but watch him tease her with his impromptu trip show. He removes every bit of clothing except his underwear that was hugging his firm ass. “Take it off.” Y/N demands, already hot and bothered just from his stripping.

He smirks and ignores her as he gets onto his bed, settling down between her spread legs. The bag he had retrieved from the drawer had lots of goodies, all of which he knows she’ll appreciate. He removes them one by one, showing it off. First up is a pair of nipple clamps. He reaches up to her covered mounds and pinches each one, earning himself a moan from Y/N’s lips. He doesn’t remove the bra but instead opts to pull the breasts from their confines and they spill out into his hands. Slow gentle massages is all she can feel, his cool palms on her hot flesh makes for a delicious combination. Right as she’s comfortable, he pinches one nipple and pulls at it, snapping the metal clamp on it then repeats to the other one. Once done, both clamps are firmly placed on her hardened buds, there’s a metal chain attached to each clamp.

Elijah admires her new piece of jewelry and playfully tugs on the chain, eliciting a groan from Y/N. Proud of himself but still not satisfied, he continues on. The second item is a small red oval shaped thing. She’s confused but before she can ask, he presses a button on it and it buzzes to life. Oh no. She knew he had once mentioned this but only because he caught her masturbating, she didn’t think he’d ever purchase it though. There’s not much he wants to do with it but he thinks that it will prepare her for him so he turns it to a medium setting, slightly lifts her panties aside and inserts it into her already wet cunt.

There are still several more items in the black bag but he only grabs two more then tosses the plastic bag on the dresser. Her eyes damn near pop out of their socket as they stare at the long incredibly girthy dildos in his hands. Earlier that night, she had no plans but didn’t want to be alone so she may or may not have texted him asking to be thoroughly satisfied and who was he not to indulge her. This is how she found herself at her current state completely at his mercy.

“One last time Y/N.” He begins, a hint of warning in his voice. “What do I do to you?”

Stubborn as a mule, she refuses to answer but all this does is solidify his reasoning to punish her. He nods his head, he knew she wouldn’t answer him but he had to make it clear that he had given her several chances. Elijah’s fingers trace over the band of her panties, Y/N’s body jumps at the contact. She had been quietly mewling, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of giving in. He rips it in half then in half again, scattering the tiny cloth now in pieces over the side of his bed.

Her bare pussy was now fully exposed to him. It has a light pink color to it and swollen, shaven but not fully, it had a stubble. He watched how her muscles would contract to try and pull the little red toy inside its depths yet fail each time. At the same time, her ass clenched as well, he could see the puckered hole tightly shut. He wasn’t having that. His fingers played with her clit, pulling a moan from her lips and making her muscles relax for a split second but that’s all he needed. The instant her asshole opened, he teased the tip of the clear dildo at the entrance.

“Open or I will make you.” This was a command, not a request.

“Eli please, not that.” She says, her heaving chest and heavy breath clear. “It’s big— just put it in my pussy instead.”

He chuckles in a low yet devious manner. He moves his left hand from her clit and to her ass cheeks, soothingly rubbing the plump flesh. His other hand places the toy down and joins in. Soon Y/N’s lips are releasing sounds of sighs and just like that, she feels a loud thwack on her rear side. She had closed her eyes for a moment to enjoy what she thought was him being sweet but he had somehow managed to unlock her bound legs and lift them upwards. He pushes them to her chest, almost folding her in half.

Her ass was now easily accessible to him. Another thwack was heard, this time leaving an impression of his hand on her rear. One hand is holding her legs firmly in place while the other begins to slap her asshole and pussy. An ungodly sound emits from her lips but all it does is spur him on. He slaps both holes once again, she clenches then relaxes. This little game carries on for a while until she’s a writhing, moaning mess for him. During it, he had turned up the vibration speed of the toy inside her and to his surprise, her body squirted at him. She apologized but he grinned, eyes filled with lust.

Now here she was: thighs covered in her previous squirts, pussy swollen and red, and his lower abdomen with traces of her little release. Her begging and pleading only made him want to ruin her some more and oh the plans he had for her. Elijah has been paying close attention to her hole which was now relaxed, he takes the opportunity to insert the clear toy. It’s a tight fit but he was determined to take her one way or another, if he wasn’t in control of himself, he’d just shove inside her and deal with the consequences later. But thankfully that wasn’t the case.

Y/N moans as the toy continues its nonstop vibrating assault inside her. In a moment of brief relaxation, she feels the dildo enter her uncharted territory. Her eyes fly open as she lifts her head up and looks down between her thighs. Elijah locks eyes with her as he smirks, pushing the toy all the way inside, and sighing proudly. Y/N is speechless. She’s never had anything in there until today and something tells her this won’t be a one-time thing. Slowly and steadily, he thrusts the clear toy inside her tight crevice and out, continuing this pace for a while.

Once he is sure she’s ready, he practically rips his own underwear off and lines himself up. The toy has a feature that Y/N is unaware of and Elijah is more than happy to show off. He presses a button and almost immediately, it comes alive and thrusts itself in and out of her. Fully pleased with himself, he smiles gleefully and replaces the little red toy inside her pussy with his own cock.

“Fuck!” Y/N exclaims, unaccustomed to being double penetrated.

Elijah doesn’t give her a moment to breathe, his thumb presses on her clit as he thrusts in and out of the familiar wetness. His right hand is holding one of her legs around his waist, offering him a slightly different angle. All that can be heard in the room is the vibrating toy in her ass, the squelching sounds of him fucking her, and their combined moans. In all of the centuries he had been alive, he’d never once done this and it was arousing as fuck to him. The thin flesh separating her two holes made it incredibly easy for him to feel the vibrations as well.

Her eyes roll back to her head, lips are parted, face is scrunched, and her rather large tits bounce at each impact of his thrusts. She writhes around the silky mattress, whining and moaning about. He can feel her getting closer to her release and he wants nothing more than for her to come undone.

He leans forward, dropping her leg from his waist, further burying himself inside her. “Let go for me sweetheart.” It’s a simple sweet sentence but it has her calling out his name as her squishy pink walls squeeze his cock tightly, groaning out her release. “Good girl,” He whispers softly in her ear, kissing it. He stays still within her, letting her come down from her high and basking in her pleasure brought on by him.

After a sweet moment of sweet nothings being whispered between them, he pulls himself up and abruptly exits her core. His precum mixes with hers and he watches it leak out slowly. He lowers his head, settling between her thighs and begins to lick up her juices, humming against her cunt. He slurps and drinks it all, his tongue enters and sucks as much as he can reach. Y/N tugs on the cuffs on the posts, finding it infuriating that she can’t push him closer or away for that matter. Elijah chuckles at the sight, he loves seeing her bound and weak and needy for him. He dives back down and swirls his tongue around her clit, nipping at it very gently but that’s all it takes to make her come undone once again. He eagerly tilts his head down to her pussy, allowing her cum to slide into his mouth and down his throat.

“You taste absolutely divine.” He moans, sucking in his teeth. He positions himself again and grabs his member in his hand, tapping it on her overly sensitive hole. “Round two my dear?”

“Eli I can’t— please. It’s too much.” She pleads, her breath trembling in anticipation.

“Is it?” He muses teasingly. “Tell me what I want to know.”

“And I can go? We’ll be done?” She asks.

He flicks at her swollen clit and her hips jerks upwards, a gasp escaping her lips. He does it again then again and before he can do it one more time, she blurts out. “You make me wet.”

He smiles, “Continue.”

“Every time I see you, I can’t stop thinking of you fucking me. It doesn’t matter where we are or who is there. Your pet names for me…make me soaking wet. When I see couples— I…I imagine it to be us, doing all the things they do, especially the sex. When we’re alone in a room, I have to fight the urge to pounce on you.” Y/N confesses, a glimmer of softness and desire evident in her eyes. “That’s what you do to me. You make me hungry for you and…” She pushes her hips towards his, holding his gaze. “…I want you to ruin me. Please Eli— have me however you desire.”

Elijah leans towards her face and gently kisses her, it’s slow and loving. They make out passionately for a moment, his hands tracing her curves. They stop and look into one another’s eyes, saying nothing yet everything at the same time. He kisses her again, mumbling softly against her lips, “I’ve been waiting 8 months for that. Fucking your sweet little pussy continuously for days and weeks on end.” His tongue licks her jawline, tracing to her ear. “You’ve always been mine but I’m more than willing to break you and mold you into my perfect toy.”

If someone could cum just from words, Y/N would turn his bed into a pool. He kisses his way down from the shell of her ear to her neck then the valley of her boobs, tugging the nipple clamps, down to her sweaty belly and her warm nether regions. He fixes their positions: he’s on his knees in front of her ready holes and she’s laying on her backside, arms bound in cuffs, and her legs are lifted up and over her chest, her knees practically touching her shoulders.

Elijah hocks some saliva from his throat, letting the slobber drip out from his mouth and directly into her asshole that is open thanks to his right hand fingers. Y/N stares at the erotic scene before her and accidentally queefs. He chuckles at the bodily reaction but she groans in embarrassment. He spits into her open hole one again, ensuring she’s well prepped.

“Wait, there again?” She asks, watching him looming over her.

“It’s such a pretty hole Y/N, why would I ever pass the opportunity to defile it?”

“But you did Eli— the dildo?” She says but she knows damn well a fake dick versus his are absolutely not the same.

“Darling if anything is going to ruin that tight virgin asshole of yours, it’ll be my fucking cock.” Elijah says, grunting as he manages to push himself halfway through. With another grunt, he fully bottoms out and sighs.

He remains inside her ungodly tight anal cavity, his cock feels as though it’s being choked. He tries to pull out but nothing, even with all that saliva and him fucking her with that toy, she’s not any looser. It takes a little while for him to pull himself in and out of her cavern without ripping her a new one. He dislikes this slow pace but he knows he must loosen her up first so he keeps at it until soon she’s moaning and her muscles relax.

In no time at all, he buries himself in her to the hilt, and pulls out then does it again and again. Y/N had never seen the pleasure in having anal sex but now she craved nothing else. The constant pounding that was occurring inside her walls was making her deliriously happy. Her lips are parted, gasping and moaning, if you squint you could hear the panting as well. Her head is tossed back, a show of her surrender to his onslaught work. Elijah had long forfeited the idea of gentleness, his heightened senses were turning him primal. He grabs both of her legs, his fingers digging into her thighs, as he rides her asshole at an inhumane speed. Her pleas and cries were falling on deaf ears, he only sought after his own release.

She cums and moans loudly, her body convulsing underneath him. Still he doesn’t stop and truthfully she doesn’t want him to. She is beyond overstimulated but something in her mind snaps and makes her want more. She is hungry for him, to become whatever he wishes. His movements has the bed rocking and creaking, he has never been so aggressive but fuck if it wasn’t hot. One hand reaches for the chain and tugs on it, pulling at her clamped nipples. Y/N squeals in surprise, she thought those were simply for his visual pleasure. He tugs again and again, enjoying the yelps falling off her lips.

Elijah’s eyes were pitch black, fully consumed by his desire for her. His hands are back on her thighs and his body is pressing down on hers. The closer he moves to her, the deeper his thrusts into her ass are. He maneuvers around so that his left hand hikes her thigh over his waist while his right hand holds onto her neck. He squeezes it, watching her eyes flutter shut. His breath is fanning her ear as he whispers words of encouragement with some good old filth.

“Your asshole is wrapped tight around my cock princess, so needy aren’t you?”

She merely nods, unable to utter any words or even think.

He bites her earlobe, groaning into it as he continues to pound into her. “I’m close Y/N. I’ll fucking paint those walls cream.”

“Fuck yesss. Do ittt,” She drawls, utterly spent yet still willing to take more.

He immediately tightens his grip on her neck, “Manners.”

“Sorry daddy. Please please cum in my ass, fill it up please.” Y/N begs, her words strained.

“Daddy?” He says, tasting the unfamiliar word on his tongue. He grins widely and rails her with renewed vigor. “I can work with that.”

Y/N’s hands grab onto her binds tightly, afraid that it’ll break any moment due to Elijah’s unrelenting powerful thrusts. He lets out a deep guttural moan and stills inside her, his cock twitching before exploding inside the furthest depths of her uncharted hole —well until now— and covers every inch in his warm cream colored cum. She squeals at the foreign sensation, she can feel him inside and even his release which warms her.

He kisses her ears, her cheek, her chin, and lastly her lips, swallowing her moans. His left hand unwraps her leg from his waist and slips in between them, finds her clit and uses his vampiric speed to rub it quickly. Y/N’s soft cries are muffled by his mouth, she tightens her legs around him and he takes the simple signal. His fingers continue their work until she’s coming on his hand once again. He manages to make her squirt once more, her moans fall uncontrollably from her lips.

He pulls out of her hole, groaning all the while, and collapses on top of her. She tries to regain her breathing, her chest rising and falling quickly. Elijah reaches over the nightstand to retrieve the key, unlocking her cuffs. Y/N sighs in relief, massaging her wrists gently. He takes her hands and peppers soft kisses on the red marks. With a lot of effort, she grunts and rolls herself over, laying on his shoulder. She wraps her arms around him loosely, lacking the strength to hold on. He simply smiles and drapes her leg over his waist, pulling her close to him.

“How do you feel?” He asks, genuinely wanting to know if she is alright.

“A bit sore…” She answers then groans as she tries to tangle her legs with his. “…okay make that very sore.”

He places a soft kiss on her shoulder then cheek then her forehead. His hand runs down from her neck to the base of her spine in a soothing manner. “Did I hurt you?”

She shakes her head, touched by how loving and sweet he is during aftercare. “Not at all. It was just new.”

He smiles and looks down at her, she looks so peaceful and also thoroughly fucked. “I’m glad. We’ll continue in ten minutes, I want to fuck your ass again from behind so I can watch it jiggle.”

Y/N groans at his lewdness, “Such a dirty mouth.”

He chuckles, his hand massaging her ass cheek gently. “Only for you.”

“How about thirty minutes? I need a tiny nap.” She asks, eyes closed as she’s slowly lulled to sleep by her fatigued body and his cool one.

Elijah whispers an ‘okay’ in her ears just before she’s fully asleep. He holds her tightly close to him, caressing her body softly as he too takes the moment to relax. The party outside in the compound is still going. He can vividly hear the music and occasionally picks up on the conversations. The moonlight is shining brightly into his room, illuminating everything. He takes one last look at Y/N’s now sleeping figure and smiles, kissing her head softly before fully relaxing into the pillows behind him. He shuts his eyes, ready to be swept away by the tidal waves of dreams pertaining to him and her.

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i1f3klic · 9 months ago

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Art in different ways

Klaus Mikaelson x Black Heretic

warnings: smut, kinda kidnapping, really flirty klaus , blowjob , backshots , anal , dom reader , (this reader got the gyat btw)

We found love by Rihanna blasts in the air. Pink bright dresses everywhere , the aesthetics went from chic , to hooker. Homecoming is tomorrow and I need to find the perfect dress. I look at every dress in the boutique. I finally find THE one. The dress is black and shimmering with glitter and at the bottom there's a small cutesy bow. I'm definitely going to eat up for prom. I take the dress up to the register and watch the cashier pack it up.

"Your going to do wonders for that dress" said a man with a deep british accent.

I turned to see a man with light brown hair, green eyes and a cheeky smile. He was mighty fine. "What's your name love"?" he asked. I tell him "Y/n Reid". He looks at me and examines my whole person. "Let's go for a chat"

He takes me back his house and shows me around. His house looks like a mansion. The architecture of it was made beautifully.

"I hope I don't have to take anyone's heart out for you" He says and laughs low. He looks to me and smiles , I smile back. This man was so fine and I'm in his house. He brings me to his art room, what really caught my eye was a drawing. It was a person hugging their knees and there were strings attached to them, with skulls surrounding it. It freaked me out at first but I somehow could decrypt what it meant.

He walked towards the table and took the drawing off it. "You like this ?" He asked. I shake my head yes and ask "What made you draw this" I look at him and in his eyes he looked really hurt like he was mentally in pain.

"A artist never shares their inspiration, someone might take it and twist it" He puts away the drawing and takes my hands and looks at me. His eyes are blue with a hint of green in them. "You're so beautiful Y/n" he says. I smile and it feels like I'm blushing. He raises his hand to caress his thumb on my cheek. He moves his other hand to the back of my neck and pulls me in. He kisses me.

His lips are so soft and they taste like faded cherry chapstick. His tongue and my tongue were fighting. He grabs my waist and I make my hands to the buckle of his zipper. He's rock solid, it feels like a hard ass brick. From that I could tell he was packing. I pull it out and his member shoots up to the sky. He leans back on a wall and I get on my knees.

I placed his cock in my mouth, my nose all on his groan. I motion my head back and forth. His dick had to be like 11/12 inches. Instead of a bbc he had a BWC. I look up to him and he's already looking down at me. He was admiring me. I smile at him and lick his tip. I kiss it and lick all around it. "Stop teasing love" he moans. I get back too it and the whole room sounds like someone is blowing in a ballon with a hole in it.

He grabs my head and starts fucking it. His thrusts are fast , it feels like sonic. He groans loudly, "I can't wait to fuck you" He nuts and I swallow , some of his cum dripped from my lips. I lick it up and he smiles. He grabs me and then grabs my ass gripping it. He speeds off really fast with me into his bedroom. It was literally sonic boom.

"You're a vampire" I say

"And your a heretic"

"You want too stop" he asks. I look at him, he had his shirt off. His pecs looked suckable. "Hell no" I said as I grabbed his face kissing him, I threw us on the bed. I put my hand on his abs, keeping him down. My super strength came in clutch. I climb on top of him and I put it in. I whisper in his ear, "You should've told me earlier , I could've showed you my tricks". He looks at me and whispers back. "I got a trick for you"

He turns us over and bends me down infront of him. He caresses his dick on my hole and puts it in there. His trusts start slow and he sped up after every shot. The room sounded like gunshots. I tried to control my moans but they were out of control. Klaus was moaning too, his sounds were so deep and sexy. My ears were in heaven. He grabs my waist and I feel it in my stomach.

We go on for like another hour or two. He finally nuts. We both fall back on the bed, my head is on his chest and his hand on my ass. "We should do this again" he said.

"I wouldn't pass on that"

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themarvelousknight27 · 2 years ago

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In Heat

( Hope Mikaelson X Reader)

Summary: hope had told you to be aware of the full moon where she transformed in her wolf you didn’t take the hint now she hunting you

Warning: Smut , top! Hope mikaelson

Bottom reader mating

A howl was heard in the woods a sound of boots hit the ground. You were running from Hope you were thinking what went wrong you hid behind a tree Hope transform back honey where are you.

Come out now or I will make you hope uses her nose she exhaled your scent you sneakily walk away from your hiding place. You started to run again this time Hope flash right in front of you oh shit You fell on the ground you crawled backwards Hope crawled on the ground and pulling your leg Hope stop Please you begged.” Stop bitching and come over here now I’m not in the mood for this Hope groaned in annoyance.”

Hope climb onto your chest and straddle you and gripped your shirt and roughly kissing you hope ripped your shirt and start nibble on your stomach and leaving marks on your stomach and chest h..h-Hope I…I think you stutter trying to ask Hope to stop Hope smirked I’m going to make you forget that girl I’m better than she is she seductively whispered.”

in your ear she unbuttoned your pants she bit her lip you tried struggle Hope growled angrily stay down Hope grab your cock and strokes it slowly then goes faster you moan.

Hope kiss you hard Hope unbuttoned her pants and pulled down her panties and placed you inside her womanhood she rolled her eyes back and howl and bounced up and down on you as you thrust into her Hope bit her lip I’m sorry about this baby hope bared her fangs and bit your neck you yelled Hope rolling her eyes back she detached her fangs from your neck baby don’t ever run for me ever okay hope kiss you softly as you passed out.

#hope mikaelson x reader #hope mikaelson #legacies #mating

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rere-the-writer · 3 years ago

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Title- 'He has a wife'

Pairing- Elijah Mikaelson x Original!Reader

Warnings- Angst, Fluff, Forced marriage, Things get spicy, Elijah being a simp for his wife

Hayley sat having Elijah's head in her lap trying to keep his fever down after being bitten by Klaus. Elijah was hallucinating as he rubbed Hayley's arms muttering a name under his breath untill she saw what he was seeing.

You sat in tub as your husband walked in leaning against the door frame smirking watching water trail down your collar bone as he caught your attention. Elijah walked over sitting at the tub edge taking the sponge from your smaller softer hands enjoying the sight of your face flushing.

"I thought you were with your witch? Celeste, was it?"

"I wanted spend the day with you, Y/N." Elijah says lowly kissing your ankle as you looked away your face getting darker feeling his hand trail along your calf.

"Nik, is causing trouble for the witches. Since he listens to you, you should talk to him."

"I should. Perhaps a spanking is in order? But I need practice first, Come here my love." Elijah says as the water sloshed when you moved closer to Elijah wondering what he was up to. Elijah cupped your face as his kissed you deeply nipping at your bottom lip pulling a soft moan from you.

"Hayley?" Elijah rasped out as Hayley looked down at him placing a clothe on his forehead. Elijah realized he had let her in his mind.

"You saw my memories."

"I did...who ever is Y/N, she was pretty hot." Hayley tells the vampire as he groaned in pain from the bite.

"You need to leave."

"No Elijah. I'm staying until you are better." Hayley tells him going back to taking care of him.

Mikael returned home from battle with a prize from what Esther saw with Rebekah. You glared at the Viking as he pushed you forward and Esther caught you frowning seeing the dirt and torn clothes on you.

"Elijah!"

"Yes father?" Elijah questioned looking at you then at his father confused along with Esther and Rebekah.

"Meet your wife, Y/N."

"Elijah?" Hayley whispered seeing Elijah had fell asleep as she was trying to wrap her head around what she saw. Elijah had healed and not spoke to Hayley about the memories unaware she was going to meet Elijah's wife every soon.

Hayley watched in shock as the vampire attacking Elijah dropped dead as you stood holding the heart dropping it as Elijah stared up at you in surprise.

"Y/N?" Elijah whispered staring at you as you stared down at him. Elijah's eyes raked over your body seeing that you were dressed in a white tank top tucked into a pair of skinny jeans with red heels. You had gotten bit of a tan and your hair was longer from when he last saw you.

"Elijah, who is this?"

"Y/N Mikaelson.... my wife and Original." Elijah answers Hayley as he stood up finally shaking off his awe. You looked at Hayley not seeing what it could be about her to earn Elijah's affections if Klaus's word was to go by.

"You've returned to me." Elijah says snapping you from your thoughts when he cupped your cheek.

"No. Niklaus called saying you needed help." You say pulling away from Elijah not seeing his frown as you walked away. Hayley moved next to him reaching for his hand but Elijah moved it away from hers staring longingly at you.

"Elijah seriously has a wife?" Hayley asked Rebekah still having trouble warping her head around it. Rebekah was watching you from across the room while you were talking to Klaus who held a year old Hope.

"Yes. She was turned with us." Rebekah answered Hayley annoyed with her questions as for a week the hybrid had been asking questions about you. You and Elijah had an arranged marriage after your village had been attacked by Mikael and his men due to the leader of your village had attacked Mikael's first.

So to be sure you'll live your father offered you to Mikael as a wife to one of his sons while you glared as the older man ready to fight with a fire in your eyes. You were a round Elijah's age, only two years younger than the noble Mikaelson, so to Mikael, you were a perfect wife for Elijah. As Mikael didn't want Elijah to marry Tatia so he had brought you home with him even though you fought the whole way back.

"She didn't seem happy to see Elijah."

"That happens when you are forced to marry someone so you can live." Rebekah said rolling her eyes at Hayley knowing why the hybrid was asking while it took Elijah only 800 years ago to love you and treat you like his wife but you didn't return Elijah's affections or at least not from what Elijah could see as you were a hard woman to read.

"Oh....so why does she stay?"

"Because we have been with each other for so long....we can't just leave one another." Rebekah says walking away from Hayley as the hybrid watched Elijah step up beside you. Elijah's hand was on your lower back as Klaus excused hisself leaving you to talk to Elijah.

"Darling, I've missed you." Elijah says softly kissing your temple as you looked to Hayley catching her stare making the hybrid look away as Elijah focused your attention back on him.

The last time you saw your husband was back in 1912 when you left due to feeling overwhelmed by Elijah's affections so Rebekah and Klaus helped you run off one late night which broke Elijah but he understood why as there was times he forgot that your marriage was forced.

"Your little wolf seems upset Elijah." You say as Elijah's eyes flickered to Hayley then he focused back on you gently taking your hand in his kissing the wedding band on your finger.

"She isn't mine. What is mine is standing right here." Elijah says against your hand fully aware that Hayley heard him but all he could care about was you. Elijah's feelings for you had only increase as while you were gone, Elijah found hisself craving for your touch or to just have you near.

"Elijah, you don't ne...." You were cut off by Elijah kissing you softly as he cupped your cheek and an arm slipped around your waist. While you couldn't help but kiss back as you gripped his suit jacket and you had forgotten how well your body molded against Elijah's. He pulled away holding you closer resting his forehead against yours while rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

"You are my wife. I have fell in love with you over 800 years ago so don't tell me I don't have to pretend that I love you because I do. I see you and only you." Elijah tells you getting a nod from you as he smiled brushing his nose against yours enjoying how long you were allowing him to hold you.

"So you really are married?" Hayley asked seeing Elijah sitting in his study looking over a marriage certificate that needed to be updated.

"I am, I apologize for......" Elijah was cut off when Hayley sat on his desk in front of him hands on his face. Elijah looked up at Hayley seeing the the look of want in her eyes as she leaned in kissing Elijah.

"Elijah....I love you and I was hoping you would feel the same."

"Hayley....." Elijah muttered cupping her cheek as in a blur Hayley found herself on a couch and excitment filled her but noticed Elijah was by the door.

"I apologize and I am honored to earn your affections but I love by wife deeply. So please do not attempt this again."

"But Elijah..." Hayley said sadly watching him leave but Hayley knew she couldn't give up on Elijah.

Elijah headed for his bedroom surprised to find you sitting on his bed dressed in a baby blue babydoll face a deep shade of red. Elijah licked his bottom lip closing his door taking off his suit jacket and tie.

"What is all this?"

"I.....hum....wanted...I uh...be here ....with you." You were a mess trying to tell Elijah that you wanted him as much as he wanted you. Elijah walked up cupping your cheek kissing you gently.

"My sweet wife." Elijah said kissing along your neck as your arms came around his neck feeling you shuttered under his touch.

"My loving husband." You whispered cupping Elijah's face watching his eyes darken as he pounced on you.

"Klaus is Elijah awake yet?" Hayley asked walking into the Mikaelson home as Klaus looked up from his book.

"No. He is still in......" Klaus didn't get to finish as Hayley headed up to Elijah's bedroom and he smirked knowing that Hayley wouldn't like what she about to see.

"Maybe we can head up to New York during the winter. Just the two of us." Hayley heard Elijah say as she peered into Elijah's room seeing him sitting in his bed leaning back against the headboard and you were in his lap.

"Do....you...really want talk about.... that right now?" You panted out as Elijah smirked hands on your hips kissing your breast.

"Can't talk and ride?" Elijah teased you helping you move as your fingers raking through his hair before burying your face in his neck.

"No....Eli...fuck." You cried out when Elijah moved your hips harder and as if he knew Hayley was in the hallway.

"I love you. A beautiful woman with a fiery heart that I am honored to be called your husband." Elijah tells you softly watching you flushed kissing him hungrily letting him take control.

"You know Elijah is committed to his wife. Right?" Rebekah say noticing how Hayley was watching Elijah dancing with you.

"But he wasn't before."

"That is because he was younger, angry with our father and freshly turned vampire. And even though Elijah had been coldhearted to Y/N, she stayed loyal even though after we turned sh ed could have ran off."

"Rebekah is right. It would be best if you focus on your marriage to Jackson." Klaus says walking up holding Hope as Hayley frowned she knew Klaus was right she was married now but she couldn't let Elijah go.

"Maybe we should marry." Elijah says softly kissing your shoulder as you both swayed.

"But we are already married."

"I know but I want to marry you the right way not with you being forced to." Elijah said spinning you then pulled you close as you reached up cupping his face.

"Okay." You tell Elijah as he lifted you up kissing you gently as you finally allowed yourself to fully give into Elijah and finally let yourself be happy.

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thebisexualdogdad · 3 years ago

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Smut prompt #121 with Hope saying it to R.

Hope Mikaelson x Male!reader

A/N if it's not clear this is no humanity Hope

You and your friends had snuck into a bar off campus and you were mesmerized by a beautiful girl you saw on the dance floor.

She noticed you watching her and gestured for you to join her so you gave your friend your drink and pushed your way through the crowd of people.

"I'm Hope," she tells you as you begin to dance with her.

"Y/N," you reply over the loud music.

A few songs go by and now her back is pressed up against your front, seriously turning you on.

"You must have had a pretty good fake ID to get in here," she jokes.

"I- uh," you stutter realizing you've been caught.

"Don't worry I'm not 21 either," she laughs.

"I'm a freshman at the college down the road," you inform her.

"Good to know," she smiles, "you want to go the bathroom and have sex?"

Once again you're caught off guard and don't know how to respond, obviously you want to say yes but you don't want to be too forward either.

"I'll take that as a yes," she grins, taking your hand and guiding you to the bathroom in the back of the bar.

She locks the door and kisses you, backing you up into the sink.

"You are so hot," you say in between kisses.

"I know," she says tugging on your bottom lip with her teeth.

You flip your positions and sit her on top of the sink, your hands gliding up her thighs and over her tight jeans to her waist.

She lifts herself enough for you to pull her jeans down around her ankles and you rub the wetness gathering on her underwear.

Hope releases your hard cock from your jeans and strokes it a few times making you groan.

"You sure you want to do this?" You ask for reassurance.

"You're sweet Y/N but we are not leaving this bathroom until you make me cum and for your safety, I'll be gentle," she states.

"What does that mean?" You chuckle.

"You'll see," she grins, pushing her underwear to the side and teasing herself with the tip of your cock.

"Oh wow," you say as your cock gets coated in her wetness and slides inside with ease.

You give a few slow thrusts, Hope's hands going to your back and clawing at your jacket.

"You better move faster," she growls and it's like she has you in a trance, your hips are instantly thrusting faster without you even trying to do so.

"Does this feel okay?" You question and Hope rolls her eyes at your unwanted gentleman attitude at this moment.

"Much better Y/N," she says, attaching her lips to your neck.

She's roughly sucking on your neck which normally you wouldn't be so into but it feels so good you physically can't tell her to stop.

You swear you feel sharp nails against your back but how could she possibly break through the thick material of your jacket?

"Touch me," she commands and you reach down to rub circles over her clit while you fuck her.

She's moaning and gasping, so close to cumming so she bites down on your neck and you're in pure ecstasy.

How did this random girl have such an effect on you?

"Oh shit," you gasp as you cum.

Your body is trembling so Hope takes over stimulating her clit, bringing her to her climax.

When Hope's orgasm ends she pushes you a step away from her and hops down from the counter, pulling her jeans back up like nothing happened.

"Thanks for the orgasm," she winks at you.

You're still in a blissful haze, feeling like you've done a mixture of drugs to take you out of your own body.

Without another word Hope leaves the bathroom and you get yourself together.

Looking in the mirror you see two puncture marks on your neck dripping blood and surrounded by dark hickies.

"What the hell is that?" You question, inspecting them and that's when you notice something else.

You turn around and look over your shoulder to see the back of your jacket in shreds with what looks like literal claw marks in your skin, "she calls this gentle?"

You run out of the bathroom to try to find Hope, needing answers but she's gone.

"Dude what did that chick do to you?" One of your friends asks seeing the state that you're in.

"Did you see where she went?" You ask them looking around the room.

"Sorry man, she dipped as soon as she left the bathroom," another says, "but at least you got some from an insanely hot girl in a fucking bar bathroom."

"Yeah… I guess you're right," you say disappointed.

You don't know what just happened but you knew you wouldn't be getting your mind off of Hope anytime soon.

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leossmoonn · 3 years ago

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1,000 Candles

masterlist

pairing - klaus mikaelson x gn!reader

type - fluff

note / request - requested by @auroracalisto “another 2k fanfic ask. with klaus mikaelson x gn!reader. with the prompt, "a cake? why are you baking a cake?" (bonus points if it's near his birthday)” enjoy!! :)

summary - you give klaus his first surprise party

warnings / includes - mild language, kissing, alcohol and food consumption, domestic fluff

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*gif isn’t mine*

Klaus awoke from his deep sleep, opening his eyes and getting blinded by the sun. He let out a grumpy groan, turning around in the duvet. He toss and turned, reaching his arm and putting it over what he hoped would be you. But instead, he got space.

His eyes shot open and he sat up, frantically looking around for you. He checked the bathroom and closet, his worry growing as you appeared nowhere.

You went to bed with him last night. He didn’t hear anyone break in, and even if the intruder was quiet, he would still hear your screams and wake up. He woke up in the middle of the night and you were still there. Why were you gone now?

He was about to call Elijah and Rebekah to help find you, but he stopped in his tracks as he saw you in the kitchen.

He reached the bottom of the stairs, relieved to see you safe.

He watched as you were mixing ingredients into a big, metal bowl. The sun shines down on you, causing your skin to glow. You looked good in his t-shirt. You must have stolen that when you woke up as he remembered you going to bed in a tank top and underwear.

You were listening to music that was turned down low. Too low for him to hear, even with his vampire hearing, but you managed to hear it since it was playing right next to you.

You sensed that somebody was watching you after Klaus stood there for a minute. You looked up, smiling widely at the sight of him.

He had just gotten out of bed, something you had been waiting for him to do for forty-five minutes. His dirty-blonde locks were disheveled and he was still in his pajamas which was no shirt and sweatpants.

You abandoned your post, walking over to him and hugging him. You pulled away just enough to kiss him sweetly.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” you greeted.

“You scared me, darling. I didn’t know where you were.” He frowned.

You smiled softly, “I’m sorry. I’m safe, though.”

He nodded, his relieved smile lighting back up his face. You took his hand and led him to the kitchen, returning to your station.

He walked into the kitchen, going behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. He set his chin on your shoulder and watched as you mixed eggs and milk into the bowl.

“What are you doing?” He wondered.

He thought you were making pancakes, which wasn’t unusual. You almost always made breakfast for the two of you, but more for yourself since you were human and needed human food more than Klaus. You usually which waited until he woke up to make breakfast, though. Never had you snuck out of bed to do this.

“I’m making a cake,” you answered.

“A cake?” He asked as if it was the most absurd thing he had ever heard.

You giggled, “Yes, I’m going to bake it.”

“Why are you going to bake a cake? Is it Bonnie’s birthday, or something?” He questioned.

“I’m making a cake for you, dummy,” you rolled your eyes. You could tell he wasn’t fully awake yet.

“Oh, it’s my birthday, isn’t it?” He stated in disgust.

“Yep!” You chirped. You craned your neck to face him, pecking his lips and turning your attention make onto stirring.

“Why don’t we focus on you today? Your birthday is two months away. What do you want?” He asked.

“You already know what I want — you. No need to be so selfless, Nik,” you said.

“Never thought I’d hear Klaus’s name and “selfless” in the same sentence.” Kol strolled into the kitchen.

“Shut up,” Klaus glared at him.

“Play nice, please.” You demanded more than asked.

“It’s so hard to do that when he’s so annoying,” Klaus muttered.

“I heard that!” Kol exclaimed. “Good.” Klaus gave him a sarcastic smile.

“Y/n, that smells fantastic!” Kol changed the subject. He came over to the island table, dipping his finger in the batter, but you slapped his hand with your spoon.

“This is for Klaus.” You glared at him.

“What happened to sharing is caring?” He raised a brow.

“I’ll make you a cake for your birthday, okay?” You promised. You hoped he wouldn’t take you up on it.

“Fine,” he rolled his eyes. “I’m leaving anyways. Davina and I are going on a date.”

“Oh, have fun!” You smiled. “Tell her I said hi.”

“Will do,” Kol nodded. “Happy birthday, brother.”

“Thank you,” Klaus gave him a small smile.

Kol left the mansion, leaving you two alone again.

“What a wanker,” Klaus grumbled.

“No, no, don’t get in a bad mood. Stay happy, please,” you begged.

“I’m always happy when you’re here, love.” He pressed a loving kiss to your cheek, lingering for a few moments before pulling away.

“It does smell good. What flavor is it?” He asked.

“Carrot cake,” you answered. “My favorite,” he smiled.

“It is your birthday,” you smirked.

“Yes, yes, don’t need to remind me again. Is this all you’re doing today?” He asked.

“Pretty much,” you nodded. “Don’t do too much, love. All I need is you.” He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, making you smile widely.

“I won’t. It’ll be simple.”

“What will be simple?”

“The um, party?” You said hesitantly.

He let go of you, standing beside you and giving you a glare. You rolled your eyes at his reaction. You knew this would happen, but you hoped it wouldn’t.

“It’s not going to be a big party, Nik,” you explained further.

“It better not be. I hate parties.”

“I know. It’ll just be the two of us, I promise.” You looked him in the eyes, lying straight to his face. You were thankful he trusted you, otherwise, he would’ve kept complaining about having a party until you were practically forced to cancel it.

“Good. Do you mind if I go out? I am meeting Elijah and Marcel.”

“Of course not. Be back by five, though,” you said.

“Will do. I can’t for tonight,” he smiled.

“Me either,” you smiled back.

He went back upstairs to take a shower. You finished making the batter, putting it in the oven and setting a timer. You waited until he left the house to do anything else.

You called Rebekah and Hayley to help you set out the food and put the decorations up.

“Klaus does not deserve this.” Rebekah huffed as she hung up the banner.

“Well it’s not like you’re the one who planned it. You’re just helping me,” you stated.

“Klaus is not gonna be happy when he sees us,” Hayley sighed.

“Stop being pessimistic! I love Klaus, and I know you guys do, too. This is the first time anyone has ever done anything for him. You don’t have to think he deserves it, but I do. So, please, stop ruining this,” you begged.

“We’re sorry,” Hayley sighed. “Klaus just doesn’t have the best track record with us.”

“I know. I’m sorry about that. He’s been better, lately, right?” You asked.

“He has,” Rebekah admitted.

“Exactly! I mean, he hasn’t tried to kill any of you, he babysits Hope when you can’t, Hayley, and he’s stopped trying to take over the world,” you listed off.

“He has been quite nice lately, and he loves spending time with Hope whenever he can. I’m not sure about the last part, though,” Hayley smirked.

“Well, he’s not so involved anymore,” you said.

“True,” Hayley nodded.

“Speaking of Hope, is she coming tonight?” You asked.

“Yep! Jackson is bringing her,” Hayley answered.

“Oh, is Jackson staying?” You raised a brow. “No, no. He knows you guys don’t like him,” Hayley sighed.

“We like him!” Rebekah disagreed. “We just… don’t prefer him.”

Hayley rolled her eyes. “Yeah, whatever.”

“Well, tell him thank you for bringing Hope. Klaus will be thrilled to see her,” you smiled.

“I will. She’ll be thrilled to see her step-parent, too,” Hayley grinned at you.

You chuckled, “I’m not her step-parent.”

“Not yet,” Rebekah sang. You shook your head. “I’ll probably die before Klaus marries me.”

“Not saying you won’t, because you two definitely will, but if you don’t get married you will always be Hope step-parent. You take care of her more than I do,” Hayley said.

“Not true,” you scoffed.

“I’m always away dealing with wolf pack things. If it weren’t for you, she wouldn’t have another parent.”

You smiled at her, flattered by her words. “Thank you. You’re a great mom, Hales.”

“I try to be,” she nodded.

“You are. Don’t be so modest,” Rebekah nudged her.

Hayley smiled at you. “Thank you.”

“I speak the truth,” you grinned.

“Alright, I am finished!” Rebekah stepped back from the banner.

You walked to the front door, smiling excitedly. You had made the banner yourself. It said Happy 1,115th Birthday, Nik! Reading the number blew your mind away. You couldn’t believe he had lived for 1,115 years. He was 1,095 when you were born — which was also crazy to believe — and 1,114 when he met you. You hoped you would live long enough to see him turn 2,000.

“He is an old man,” Hayley snorted.

“Yeah, how can you be with someone that is a senior citizen?” Rebekah teased.

You rolled your eyes, a small smile on your face. “Don’t act like you’re not past that age, either.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m as young as I’ll ever be.” She flipped her hair behind her shoulder.

You laughed at her antiques, walking back to the kitchen to start decorating the cake.

“Bex, can you order the pizza now?” You asked.

“Yep. How many do we need?” She asked.

“Five. One meat lover, two cheese, one veggie, and the other Hawaiian,” you answered.

“Who eats Hawaiian pizza?” Hayley scoffed.

“Kol,” you said.

“Davina is dating a weird man,” Hayley chuckled. “He’s my brother. How do you think I feel?” Rebekah joked.

Hayley laughed, “I feel even more sorry for you.”

Rebekah smiled, tending to the door as the bell rang.

“Is it Klaus?” You panicked. It was only three o’clock. Very rarely did Klaus return home early. You didn’t tell him to come early, either. You hoped this was one of the times where he lost track of time.

“No, it’s Hope!” Rebekah exclaimed, opening the door immediately.

You let out a sigh of relief, relaxing immediately. You smiled excitedly as the door opened to reveal Hope in Jackson’s arms. Her flaming red hair was pulled back, not in her face like usual. She was wearing a summer dress that was picked out by Klaus when they went shopping.

“Hi, Hope!” Rebekah gasped.

“Rebekah!” The two-year-old yelled.

Jackson set her down and she ran into Rebekah’s legs, encasing them in her arms.

“Oh! I can’t walk, sweetie,” Rebekah chuckled. “Go and say hi to Mommy and Y/n!”

Hope let go of Rebekah in an instant, running over to Hayley first.

“Hi, baby! How are you?” Hayley scooped her daughter up.

“Good,” Hope smiled.

You smiled at her, walking over to Hope and Hayley. “Hey, Hope.”

“Y/n!” She squealed.

“Yes, that’s me! Are you excited for today?” You asked.

“It’s Daddy’s birthday,” she nodded.

“It is. Do you know how old he is turning?” You asked.

She started to count on her fingers, holding up both hands. You laughed, thinking she was the cutest thing in the world.

“You are so close! Sadly, your dad isn’t that young,” you smirked.

“Do you want to help Y/n decorate Daddy’s cake?” Hayley asked.

“Yeah!” Hope exclaimed.

“No, I can do it myself. You spend time with your daughter,” you shook your head.

“You haven’t seen her in a week. You should spend time with her. And don’t lie, you want to spend time with her.”

You smiled sheepishly. “I do.”

“Here, make sure she doesn’t make a mess.” Hayley handed Hope to you.

You chuckled, “No promises.” You turned your attention to Jackson who was still standing in the doorway awkwardly.

“Hey, Jackson.” You gave him a polite smile.

“Hey,” he smiled. “How’s the decorating going?”

“Great. We just need to get the food ready now,” you said.

“Wow, you guys are efficient,” he chuckled.

“Well, it helps that Rebekah can use her speed to set everything up,” you smiled at the blonde.

“I am the most useful,” she grinned.

“Well, I wish I could stay, but I have some business to attend to. Have fun you guys,” Jackson waved goodbye.

“Thanks.” Rebekah quickly shut the door. “Finally. It was starting to smell like wet dog.”

Hayley slapped Rebekah’s shoulder. “Rude!”

“It’s not you,” Rebekah said.

“Still.” Hayley crossed her arms.

“Okay, no fighting! Especially when Hope is here. Rebekah, you go and order the pizzas. Hayley, can you get some more candles?” You asked.

“Yep,” she nodded.

You thanked her, walking you and Hope to the kitchen to decorate the cake. You sat Hope down on the stool next to the island table. You got the cake out of the fridge, grabbing cream cheese frosting and sprinkles. You set out butter knives and a spoon for the two of you to use.

“Alright. Be careful when frosting the cake.” You scooped some frosting onto the back of the spoon, handing it to Hope.

She spread it around the sides of the cake, making it not-so neat. You didn’t mind, though. You planned to go over it later with another coat of frosting.

You dyed some of the frosting blue and decorated the top with swirls. You let Hope pour rainbow sprinkles over the top of the cake. You had Hope wash her hands and help Rebekah with the pizzas as you spread more frosting on the sides, making it look uniform.

You put the cake in the middle of the kitchen table and put 1,000 candles on top. You couldn’t fit the whole 1,115, but you thought it would be funny and a nice effort to put at least 1,000.

As it neared five o’clock, the guests started to trickle in. First Davina and Kol, then Marcel, Elijah and Freya.

“Alright. It’s 4:58,” you sighed. You looked around at the decorations and food for the tenth time to make sure everything was as you wanted.

Elijah went over to you, stopping you from pacing the floors.

“Calm down, Y/n.”

“I can’t. What if he doesn’t like it. He literally told me he hates parties this morning. I should’ve just canceled,” you sighed.

“He will like it. You know better than anyone that he is a big teddy bear on the inside.”

You smiled a little. “I never heard you speak like that.”

“Like what?” He frowned. “Like you’re from this century,” you chuckled.

“Ah, well, you know I’m right,” he stated.

“Yeah… but what if he hasn’t had a good day? What if you and Marcel pissed him off?” You worried.

“You think very low of us,” Elijah scoffed with a smile.

“Sorry, but he gets annoyed easily. He’s literally a child.”

“Well, he left our meeting satisfied, I can assure you. Just sit down and —”

He stopped speaking instantly. Your eyes widened and you looked at him worriedly.

“What? What is it?” You asked.

“Klaus is about to open the door,” he whispered.

You ran into the kitchen, signaling with your hands for everyone to move. You pushed everyone in corners and behind furniture as they weren’t moving fast enough. The only person you kept out in the open was Hope. You scooped her up, placing her on your hip and running to the door.

You gave yourself a few seconds to calm down before opening the door. Klaus was surprised but happy to see Hope in your arms.

“Well, hello, sweetheart! What are you doing here?” He grinned.

“It’s your birthday!” She exclaimed.

“How do you know that?” He hummed, raising his brow at you.

“It’s not a secret, Nik,” you rolled your eyes.

He chuckled, “Well, I’m happy to see you nonetheless.”

You let him walk into the house, shutting the door quickly.

“Here, why don’t you go in Daddy’s arms?” You hummed. You transferred her to Klaus who started bouncing her up and down.

“Happy birthday, Daddy!” Hope smiled.

“Thank you, darling. That’s very kind of you,” he beamed.

He walked further into the house, looking around at all the decorations and food.

“Are we feeding an army or something?” He chuckled.

“Um, no. But I do have something very special for you,” you said louder than normal.

“Y/n, why are you speaking as though I am deaf? I —”

Suddenly, everyone jumped out from their hiding places shouting surprise. Klaus was taken aback, so taken aback that he almost dropped Hope.

“Oh, my god,” he gasped. He set Hope down and she ran over to Hayley and Rebekah who had big smiles on their faces.

“Happy birthday, old man,” Hayley said.

Klaus looked around at everyone, doing a 360, coming back to you. Your face drained of its color as you stared at him in anticipation. Your heart stopped as you waited for his reply. You would’ve taken a stab to the heart than this long, tense silence.

The wait was so painful you decided to speak. Your words came out fast and almost incoherent. You almost were about to cry from fear.

“I know you said you didn’t want a party, but no one has ever done this for you, and I wanted to be the first one. You also deserve this so much, no matter what you’ve done in your past or what anyways says. I wanted you to have one happy day with your family. I’m sorry if I —”

“I love it,” his voice broke. Tears pooled in his eyes as he looked at his family again. “I love it,” he repeated. He then looked back at you. “I love you.”

You blinked rapidly, causing tears to fall down your cheeks. You let out a relieved sigh, smiling brightly at him.

“Oh, thank god. You were killing me there.”

He smiled, “I apologize. I was shocked, is all.”

“Well, I’m glad you love it,” you said.

“I do. Thank you for all of this.” He slipped his hand into yours and pulled you flush against him. He kissed you tenderly, but shortly. He turned back to the rest of his family.

“So nice to see you all,” he said.

“We’re happy to be here,” Elijah smiled.

“Oh! Before we do anything else, blow out your candles.” You grabbed the cake, bringing it over to Klaus.

“1,000 candles?” He raised a brow. “I couldn’t fit all 1.115. I hope this’ll do,” you said.

“Oh, it’s more than enough, my love,” he smiled.

“Make a wish, Nik,” you said, holding the candles up to his lips.

He closed his eyes, thinking for a few moments. He opened his eyes, staring directly into yours. He blew out the candles, whispering his wish to you.

“I wish to be with you forever.”

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nikmikaelsonswife · 4 years ago

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Starved.

Description: Klaus is in a rut and is completely infatuated with his woman, which makes a combo that rocks your fucking world.

Pairing: Niklaus Mikaelson x Reader

Warnings: erotic scenes for 18+, mentions of bodily fluids, spanking, slight choking, overstimulation, unprotected sex, fingering, vulgar language, swearing, slight angst, spitting, pure filth

A/N: this is...my ultimate klaus fantasy. hot hybrid sex. hope you enjoy as much as i did in writing. masterlist.

It was nearing two in the morning when he arrived home. You weren’t ridden with worry, as you knew better than many that he could take care of himself. But as his lover, you couldn’t help but sigh in relief when you heard him enter the compound.

You immediately woke from your slumber, being a light sleeper and already on an paranoia induced edge at your husband’s absence. When he stepped through the bedroom threshold, you could feel the shift in the atmosphere, could identify his mood with merely a glance at his face.

He was pissed.

His azure irises had darkened into a gorgeous navy, his eyebrows set into a furrow and his jaw was clenched. You found it incredibly sexy, but you were also concerned. “What happened?”

Your question was left unanswered and he showed no sign of hearing it in the first place, but it was unlikely that he didn’t. His heated gaze was set on you as if you were the source of his anger, his strawberry red lips pulled into a resentful scowl. The look he was giving you sent shivers cascading down your spine and right between your thighs.

He stalked toward the bed, pulling his sweater over his head and unzipping his jeans in the process. Kicking off his boots and dropping his pants along with his boxers, he made it blatantly obvious that he didn’t want to talk. Standing before you in all his glory, he yanked the covers back before climbing on top of you.

Your pussy was pulsing at this point, as you raised your arms so he could pull your nightie over your head. It was the only thing you wore to bed and he grunted at the sight of your naked body, smashing his lips against your own. You fell into sync with him without hesitation, moving your mouth with his, his kiss taking your breath away.

Your hands moved under his arms to his back, bringing him impossibly closer. You nor him could get enough, there was no limit to the desire. The heat from your bodies rose the temperature in the room as he moved against you, his cock sliding through your arousal. You were always ready, always needy, always wanting.

But apparently, the wetness between your thighs wasn’t enough for Klaus. He pulled away from the kiss, rotating his jaw before spitting on your cunt. Your hips bucked at that, heat tingling in pleasured appreciation. Especially when he rubbed it in with his thumb, finger sliding through your folds.

“Holy,” you whispered at the sight, holding back a whine when he removed his finger. But, your excitement returned shortly after as he brought you close, holding you tight in his embrace.

He guided himself toward your entrance, slamming inside to the hilt, to which you audibly gasped. Your lips had separated, his strong arms wrapped around shoulders as he watched your face with a glare. He didn’t wait for you to adjust before he pulled back and sunk all the way in, his jaw ticking as he welcomed the pleasure. It was uncomfortable and painful at first, but soon the bliss overrode anything besides it.

“Niklaus...” Your whispers were addressed to the night, eyes falling shut and chin pointed up as he ground into you, his ass tight as he worked. The muscles in his back flexed underneath the scratch of your nails, his mouth moving to suckle at the smooth skin of your neck. A hand moved to your tit, his thumb flicking your hardened nipple.

He consumed all your senses as he took you, your body trapped underneath his as he held you against him. In moments like these, you couldn’t feel more his. As he kissed you, touched you, fucked you like he owned everything that was you. You got to see a side no one else was allowed to witness, his most primal state. The animal deep within was obsessed with you, marking you as it’s only worthy prey.

His queen.

The headboard tapped against the wall with each harsh thrust, the room filled with cries and groans. Your high wasn’t far, you could feel it nearing with the heat flushing through your entire body. The coil was tightening in your pelvis and the relentless snapping of Klaus’ hips pushed you further and further to bliss.

Your legs shook around his waist as you fell over the edge, his gaze on you, intensely studying the way your eyes brightened as the levee broke. Sweat ran down the valley between your breasts as your chest heaved, your lashes fluttering in excitement.

You were abruptly flipped over, large hands tugging at your waist and pushing down on your back so that your arch grew steeper. He slipped back inside, leaning over your body so he could grip the back of your neck. He mercilessly slammed his hips against your ass, the sound sending tingles down your spine.

The rougher he pushed into you, the rougher you pushed back against him, earning an harsh slap on the ass that made you jolt. Moaning as the pain shot straight to your core, you gripped the sheets so tight your fingers began to ache.

The sex never failed to quench your thirst, to quell the ache you felt during nearly every moment in his presence. But this, the rough, vast passion produced a feeling that only came from him. The tight grip of his hands, his eager kiss and his ravenous gaze — it relit the fire in you, made you feel truly alive.

He threw his head back momentarily before it fell so he could watch himself rut into you. You thought it was insane how quickly he could take you there as you felt the pleasure building in your lower stomach. “Fuck,” you cursed repeatedly under your breath as you came all over his cock.

You were lifted off of the bed and into Klaus’ lap, his palm sliding up to wrap around your throat. Fucking into you with fervor, his other hand slipped in between your thighs to thumb your clit. His cock stroked your g-spot, the over stimulation sending you into a spiral that elicited a strangled scream from your throat.

“One more, lovie. For me, please.” You’d never come so fast so many times in a row. Not that he was a gentle lover, but breaks were usually taken. Yet, you knew you could him another. He knew your body better than you did, anything was possible with him.

You rocked against his palm and cock as he pulled your face to him as he sought out your lips once more, smashing his mouth against yours in a heated kiss. It seemed his entire mood had shifted, the anger alleviating, leaving behind pure lust. Your fingers slipped up over his nape and into his hair, roughly tugging on the soft golden curls.

He groaned in response, “Just like that.” Klaus ducked his head down, nose running along the junction between your shoulder and neck, his tongue flicking against you. Due to his salivating, his drool found your skin, rolling until it met your hardened peak. To which he flicked as he slowly thrusted his hips, leaving you to shudder in utter surprise and arousal. “Going to come for me, hm?”

It’d be your third time tonight and you weren’t sure if you could do it again. Kisses of encouragement were peppered along your cheek, “Tell me...” You could feel his hooded gaze trained on the side of your face, awaiting a verbal response.

Although, you couldn’t give one as your lips parted so you could let out a loud, shaky cry.

He kissed you then, refusing to pull away, tugging your plump bottom lip between his teeth and letting it go with a snap. Watching as you came undone, he couldn’t help the admiration that sparkled in his darkened eyes under the moonlight that streamed into your bedroom. You were hyper aware of it, of every part of him, attempting to hold his gaze as he continued to rock into you through your bliss.

He pecked your lips, “I love you.”

“I love you.” Instead of emphasizing the last word, it came out as a moan as your sudden release washed over you, while simultaneously hitting you like a freight train. As you clenched around him, Klaus groaned loudly in your ear, burying his head in your neck.

Biting down on your shoulder, his cock thickened before he came hard, warmth filling your insides. You inhaled deeply, exhaustion hooding your eyelids. Laying down, you rolled onto your back and welcomed your husband as he laid across your chest.

You watched him from above, wondering what had him acting so out of character. Although, you couldn’t deny that whatever it was, you hoped it would happen more often.

#klaus mikaelson #klaus mikaelson smut #klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson x you #klaus mikaelson x y/n #klaus mikaelson imagine #the vampire diaries #the originals

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fandoms--fluff · 1 year ago

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Helloooo Ms fluff (can I call you that? If not its okay) ok so I got another, fluff and maybe smut. Reader and Hope are dating and have been for a while like a couple years. Like the last request, reader is the tough and independent type that doesn't show vulnerability or anything like that. Anywho, one night they're in bed, reader is asleep and Hope is reading or something when reader starts sleep talking. Reader is muttering and mumbling about how much she loves Hope and about how much she wants to marry Hope etc. The next night Hope brings up what the reader said and it turns to soft smut.

Bottom reader if possible?

Again I apologize if this is too detailed. And as for the previous request, it was amazing, gorgeous and just 🤌🏽

Dreams to Become

Female witch reader x Hope Mikaelson

Warnings: swearing idk?

A/n: I don't mind you calling me that! And thank you, I love to receive feedback<3

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Intrigued by her book she's reading, Hope doesn't hear you the first time, calling her name quietly. She looks over the second time hearing you mumble something along the lines of 'love Hope'.

She watches as your facial expression calm while mumbling, unaware of everything that's happening while you're fast asleep. Smiling softly, she slowly wraps her right arm around the back of your neck, elevating your head slightly further onto her chest as she gives you a cuddle.

The next thing you say makes Hope take a double take, 'wanna marry you one day Hope Mikaelson', you say, half being muffled by being nuzzled into her chest.

Hope pauses. She knows you're apparently talking to dream her if she has to guess, but it still sends a wave of warmth through her.

Her smile grows, and she puts her book down on the nightstand and turns the lamp off. She quickly falls asleep, the thought of what you were saying replaying in her mind.

The next day goes by smoothly, you have no recollection of what you had said last night. Hope knew not to pry and ask you any questions, instead waiting for the night when everything is calm and there are no prying ears (aka Lizzie).

Throughout the day, Hope has had to stop you from punching both Dr. Saltzman and Kaleb. Kaleb because he wouldn't stop making an annoying humming sound all during archeological history, and you were sitting right next to him, having enough. Dr. Saltman, she doesn't know why because you'll do anything to hurt him physically or mentally any time and any day without any reasoning for it except, 'I hate him!'.

Other than those two very close calls to broken noses, it was a normal as-it-can-be day.

She turns to look at where you're leaning against the headrest, reading, beside her. Out the window, pitch black except for the shining half-moon displayed.

"What's on your mind, babe?" You ask, feeling her gaze on you.

"I just wanted to tell you something that happened last night, not that it's bad, unless you think it's bad and you don't want to talk about it And instead never have me bring it up again, because-" She starts rambling before she knows it.

You put the book to the side and take hold of her moving hands, cutting her off, "Hey, hey, hey, deep breaths. In and out...there you go. You can ask me or tell me anything, alright?" You softly say. This tone of your voice is strictly used for her, and only her.

"Mhm," She nods and takes deep breaths.

"Last night when you were asleep you maybe kinda were talking about how much you love me and that you wanted to...wanted to marry me" Hope mumbles the last part.

Your eyebrows raise for a second before dropping. You place your hands on her cheeks and place a long kiss on her lips. When you pull away, her eyes are soft.

"And I mean all of it" you say in a hushed voice.

Hope's lips upturn into a smile before kissing you passionately. She slowly climbs on top of you, straddling your laid down frame.

As you guys keep kissing, you slip your hands under her shirt, pulling it up. She pulls away from you for a second, slipping her shirt off herself.

You guys rid all your clothing. She starts kissing down your neck. Sucking love bites that heal a few seconds later. She trails her kissing down to your chest. As she brings one of your nipples into her mouth, you bring your right hand down to her pussy.

You start rubbing your thumb in circles on her clit, making her moan around your erect bud.

She trails her fingers up your thigh with one hand. When they reach your heat, she slowly inserts one of her fingers in you. You let out a stream of moans as she slowly starts inserting two more fingers.

Soon, while your thumb is working up her clit, her fingers are pumping in and out of you. She straddles your right thigh, rubbing her pussy against it as you pick up the pace on your thumb, feeling your own climax nearing.

Hope throws her head back, "Good girl" she says, bringing her left hand up to your breasts and starts pinching your nipples, getting them erect.

You whimper, at the pain and pleasure.

"I- I'm gonna cum" you squeeze your eyes shut, the sensation starting up in your pussy.

"Me too, cum with me, baby. 5...4...3..2..1" she counts down.

At the same time, you both let out loud moans, your releases lasting a bit of time. "Oh god," You whimper, forgetting for a second how good this feeling is.

After her high, Hope carefully pulls her fingers out of you, and lays down next to you. She brings you into her arms, placing light kisses all over your face. You smile at the werewitch.

"You were very good" She whispers against your ear. You smirk and wink at her, going back into your regular personality.

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l-r-christian · 3 years ago

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Ok I LOVE YOUR FICS!!! Ahhh they are so good! Could you do an Elijah x reader where he gets jealous or something like that I just need that fluff at the end 😭😭 you can change some things if you think they dont fit but yeah! I dont wanna be too picky :) btw your last fics have been so good!

Nooo I am not worthy of such praise 💓 thank you. Jealous Elijah also one of my top things to write about.

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Vampire!F!Reader Niklaus Mikaelson x Oc

Warnings: fluff, Elijah maybe killing someone

Jealousy was a rare thing Elijah felt as he never really had anything to be jealous of but now he did. A young vampire was flirting with Y/N, his beautiful little wife, she was giving the leech sweet little smiles and giggling ever once in awhile.

"Never thought I would see the day Elijah Mikaelson be jealous." Elijah heard a sweet voice say and he looked seeing Lena, Klaus's soon to be wife.

"Non sense Lena." Elijah said as the female vampire smirked leaning over the couch as she was bored of this party Klaus was throwing to celebrate his engagement to the vampire.

"Come on Eli. I have known you for over 400 years, babe I know everything about you." Lena said looking over at Y/N and the vampire flirting with her then at Elijah seeing the dark glint his eyes.

"I am aware and I am telling you I am not jealous."

"Babe, you got this predatory glare set on your face. If we were younger vamps I would swear you were going to kill the baby vamp." Lena said as Elijah coughed looking away then back to his wife and baby vamp.

"Lena, do you know who he is?" Elijah asked his eyes darken even more as all self control he had was slipping whe the vampire touched Y/N's bare lower back.

"Yeah, Garrett. One of Marcel's guys, Nik broke the guy's leg last weekend when he hit on me." Lena tells Elijah sighing remembering that night as Klaus rocked her world that night. Lena open her eyes to find Elijah gone and headed over to Garrett and Y/N like a predator.

"Hey wolfbabe some blood is about to be spilled." Lena said smirking as Klaus looked over at Elijah while he was talking to Rebekah and saw Elijah walking to the bar. Both Rebekah and Klaus sighed hoping that Elijah won't kill the baby vampire.

"My darling, you look stunning." Elijah said lowly smacking Garrett's hand from his wife's back to replace it with his. Y/N smiled brightly up at her husband then squeaking when he suddenly leaned down kissing her hungrily. He pulled away cupping her cheek rubbing her now swollen bottom lip as Garrett was shocked unaware Y/N was Elijah's wife as Elijah held her close with a predatory glit in his eye.

"Didn't know you were Elijah Mikaelson's wife." Garrett said leaning toward Y/N not feeling threatened by Elijah as he was still in to the Original's wife.

"I made no secret that was married." Y/N said showing her wedding ring as Elijah growled lowly when Garrett took her hand kissing the ring.

"I don't mind if Elijah is willing to share. I would love to see what is under the gorgeous dress." Garrett said kissing Y/N's wrist as Y/N turned red as this made Elijah snap and suddenly Garrett was against a wall with Elijah's hand around his throat. People moved away a bit scared of the angry Original as there was nothing more terrifying than when the noble stag was angry and willing to kill.

"Haven't seen him that angry in centuries." Lena said standing next to Y/N who felt a little flushed seeing her husband act like this.

"Lena, he had acted this why before?"

"Yeah but not this pissed. Then again Elijah worships you." Lena told the younger vampire as Klaus tried to calm Elijah as Garrett just smirked. Elijah pulled away then went to whisk his wife away.

"Elijah, you know I won't leave you yes." Y/N said as Elijah held her close after putting on her favorite jazz record on the record player.

"I am aware baby but doesn't mean those should be allowed to touch what's mine." Elijah said swaying with her as Y/N laughed lightly laying her head on his chest as she was taken back to the 20s in that jazz bar where they promised forever.

"My sweet husband, the only one allow to me is those who are worthy." Y/N teased Elijah as he smiled down at his wife.

"Am I worthly?" Elijah teased back as Y/N smirked pulling him down by his tie.

"Come and find out." Y/N whispered as Elijah kissed her while she smiled into the kiss as Elijah swayed with her.

"Next time try not to almost kill someone."

"No promises baby."

#L.R writes #elijah mikaelson x reader #Klaus mikaelson x oc #elijah x reader #elijah mikaelson fluff #the originals x reader

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December Event

You had been sent with Klaus, or rather you’d been sent to supervise Klaus, and purchase some fancy little desserts for Rebekah’s gathering. She was at home redoing the dorcations that Kol and Theo had put up. Elijah observed and repeatedly offered up the number of his decorator.

You looked curiously at all of the different deserts in the shelves and at the massive pile of boxes that were on the side behind the counter. You could see all kinds of treats with different colors, giant merauges the size of your head in different flavours, macaroons all neatly lined up behind their labels. You’d bent over to get a good look in the case, eyeing up gingerbread people with their smartie buttons and chocolate button eyes. Klaus leant down too, eyeing up a plate of fresh beignets. As he was explaining about the delicate dough and the delicious taste of the cough mixing with the sugar on top the bell over the door chimed.

“Mikaelson!” Someone said cheerfully. Klaus jerked up and you had to peek around him to see who it was. You didn’t recognise them and turned back to take the boxes and thank the baker. Klaus seemed to be antagonising the person who snarled and bared their fangs before leaving. Klaus said nothing as he took several boxes as well and led the way back home.

The vampire had clearly followed you as the moment your foot was over the threshold you were jerked back by a rough grabbing hand, the vampire holding their arm around your neck. You’d let one of the boxes slip in your startled state but Klaus had been close enough to catch it.

“Invite me in.” The vampire demanded. “Or you don’t know what I'll do.”

“Oh, I know exactly what you’re trying to do. But you will not ruin my Christmas. Not again. Not this year.” Rebekah snapped as she grabbed at a sweet wooden santa and threw it hard. It whistled past your head and stabbed at the vampire, narrowly missing you. “Sorry sweetheart.”

“No, it's fine. It’s not the first time I've been a hostage on christmas.” You said casually. Which was true. Peter had offended a werewolf who didn’t have a pack and you’d been taken with Kira and you both had to wait for everyone to get you. You’d nearly missed out on dinner.

“Yeah well, you won't be a hostage for long.” Theo said as he snuck up behind the vampire and pulled you free, throwing the vampire as far away from the door as he could. Klaus and Elijah chased after the vampire as Theo shoved you to the door, Rebekah caught you and pulled you inside. You watched The runoff in the direction the others had gone.

“Where’s the fire?” Davina asked as she and Kol arrived with a dish of food and several large bags.

“Vampire tried to use me to get inside.” You explained quickly. Kol nodded and gave Davina a quick kiss before hurrying to join in.

“Are you all right?” Rebekah asked you.

“Yeah I’m fine. I think I squished your pie though.” You muttered as you handed the boxes over and the bottom one was indeed rather squished.

“Oh it’s fine. As long as you’re not squished… Davina would you mind… Hayley had to pop off and Hope is upstairs with Freya… I want to make sure those idiots don’t ruin my decorations.” Rebekah said as she saw what she thought was Klaus getting flung through the air.

“I’ll hold down the fort.” Davina assured her. Rebekah thanked her and quickly checked you really were ok before hurrying off after her brothers and Theo.

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#theo raeken #theo raeken x reader #december2021 #rebekah mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson x reader #bonniebird

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mediocre-writerr · 4 years ago

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witchcraft [hope mikaelson]

Hope Mikaelson x fem reader

Requested: Hello!! I saw that you write for the Vampire Diaries and the Originals, but I didn’t see any for legacies. But if you’re willing I was wondering if you could write a Hope x fem reader where the reader is human and you can take it from there :)

Hello friend! I love the Legacies and just caught up with all of it so I am willing to write for them now! I hope you enjoy!

*not my gif*

It was another late night shift for you at the Mystic Grill. Your boss told you that you had to work later on school nights to make up for not being able to work morning shifts due to school.

You didn’t mind, you had the whole afternoon to get homework done and study. But when it came to sleep, lets just say you had little to none. However, on most late nights a beautiful girl would walk in restless.

She was brunette with the most piercing blue eyes you have ever seen. At first you were surprised how comfortable she was just walking around late into the hours, but as you got to know her you knew she could handle herself on her own.

You came to learn that her name was Hope. And you were intrigued by her mysteriousness. She would always leave at the most random times and you never saw her outside of the grill. It’s like she randomly disappears.

One night you went out to look for her, but she was gone as soon as she walked out the door. It was odd.

You may rarely see her, but the times you two shared together is all you think about sometimes. Whether it’s in class listening to a boring history lesson or at work when no one is coming in.

“Mystery girl! You’re back!” you exclaim as you see the brunette come and sit at the bar top in front of you.

She has a small little smile on her face and when you mean small, it was small. You can’t recall seeing a full on smile from her since you met her and she’s been here quite often.

“Do you want the usual?” you ask and she nods, “Got it. One peanut butter blast with whip cream at the bottom plus a side of fries coming right up!”

The mystery girl finally speaks up, “You remember.” she says another small smile on her face and you nod.

“Of course I do. You’re my favorite.” you say with a little wink before going back to washing the glasses with your handy dandy rag.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, you hear the ding from the kitchen indicating that her food was ready. You put your rag away and grab her food from the kitchen window placing them neatly in front of her. But not before you steal a fry and plop it into your mouth.

“I don’t think you’re allowed to do that.” she says with a smile, but this time it was a little bigger.

You place your finger up to her lips, “Keep it down I do it with every customer and I still haven’t gotten fired yet.” you say jokingly.

Her smile is replaced with a smirk, “I’m not special then?” she asks teasingly.

“Oh no. You’re very special, like I said you are my favorite.” you smile at the girl with your flirtatious demeanor, you take another fry from her plate.

You spend the rest of the night talking and hanging out with each other. It was a lot easier to do when no one else came into the restaurant.

“Can I show you my favorite spot? My shift is just about over and the sun is about to rise, so I know you probably have to leave soon anyway.” you ask her tying your apron up before throwing it into the dirty apron bin.

Mystery girl raises her eyebrows up, “You’re very observant.” she says and you nod.

“Like I’ve said you’re my favorite.” you say shrugging and she smirks at you again. You stick your hand out and smile at her, “So shall we?” you ask.

She takes your hand and you guide her outside into the middle of the square. There was a nice little gazebo that was just built, ever since it was built you like to sit outside and drink coffee as the sun rises.

You reach the gazebo and use your hand that’s in hers to spin her around. After she spins you pull her in towards you as you release her hand and place your hands on her hips. As if on instinct she places her hands on the side of your neck.

Your faces were mere inches apart as you just stared into those beautiful blue eyes. She smiled at you the first big and genuine smile you’ve ever seen from her, “Well that was smooth.”

“I try.” you say to her and you guys sway together even when there is no music.

You begin to lean in closer to her, so close you can feel her hot breath on your lips. She looks into your eyes and back down at your lips. The mystery girl is about to attach her lips onto yours when all of a sudden her phone goes off.

She rolls her eyes at the sound of her phone before stepping away to have a small conversation, “I’m sorry. I uh I have to go.” she says and you nod slightly disappointed, but you hide it with a smile.

“Duty calls?” you ask and she nods sheepishly.

Probably the first time you’ve ever seen her unsure. She’s always so confident, “Sadly.”

“Ah well I’ll see you soon hopefully?” you say more as a question than an answer.

She steps closer to you before planting a kiss to your cheek, “You will.” She begins to walk away when all of a sudden the realization hits you.

“Wait!” you yell from where you’re standing, “What’s your name?” you ask.

“I’m Hope!” she says showing me her genuine smile, “I’ll see you later Y/N.” Hope replies with a little wave and you smile to yourself.

Hope. What a beautiful name.

You’re snapped out of your beautiful memory when a customer smacks the bar top in front of you.

“Oh I’m sorry sir.” you say shaking your head, “What can I get for you?”

The grill was empty. The manager had to run home to a family emergency and assured him that you would be okay to close up. He was hesitant, but eventually left so the grill can be kept open.

“I don’t want anything on the menu.” the man says and you look at him puzzled.

“I’m sorry about that sir, what would you-” you begin before he cuts you off.

All of a sudden you feel yourself being pushed up against the wall in an instant. The man’s hands were on your neck. His eyes were darkened and his teeth turned into fangs. You tried to let out a little squeal, but his grip was so strong nothing could come out.

“Where is she?!” he yelled and you had no idea who he was talking about. You’re about to try and ask who, but his grip tightens and you can feel yourself losing breath, “Where is Hope Mikaelson?!” he asks again.

“Right over here asshole!” she yells as the doors flip open.

An older man with her this time, he was carrying what looked to be a crossbow. But your vision began to blur as your air was fading more and more.

“Hope do the spell.” the older man says and she nods.

Hope begins saying words that seemed to have been in Latin and the creature whatever the hell it was fell to the ground.

But before you can even react to what happened the entire room went dark.

You awoke on a comfortable bed, your eyes were still closed as you heard a soft conversation from the other side of the room.

“So that’s the girl you keep sneaking out to see?” you heard an unfamiliar voice ask teasingly.

You hear someone else sigh, “Yeah that’s the one.” Hope says, you know that voice anywhere, you dream of her voice.

“She’s pretty.” another voice chimes in.

“Yeah, but she’s normal. We’re not.” Hope says and she sounds disappointed.

But you were confused. What does she mean that they’re not normal?

You finally sit up a little bit as your eyes flutter open. Hope is standing on the opposite side of the room with her arms crossed. There were two other girls standing there with her another brunette and a blonde.

The three girls attention is caught when they notice you move. Hope immediately comes to your side and places herself onto the foot of your bed.

“Hey how are you feeling?” she asks.

“More confused than anything.” you respond and she chuckles softly.

“Yeah I bet you have loads of questions.” she says and you nod.

“You’re lucky you didn’t wake up in a cell.” the blonde says with a giggle and your calm face immediately twists into fear. Hope and the other brunette stare at her in disbelief, “That wasn’t the right time for a joke...got it.” she whispers.

“I’m sorry about her, my sister can be a bit of an airhead sometimes.” the brunette says before getting closer to your bed and extending her hand out, “I’m Josie and this is my sister Lizzie.”

You take your hand and shake it lightly, “Nice to meet you.”

“And you. Hope talks about you all the time. That’s how we know you’re special.” Lizzie teases and you can see Hope blush, but she looks away before you can look her in the eye.

“We’ll leave you two to talk.” Josie says with a smile before waving.

Hope places her hand on your cheek and she rubs your cheekbone with the pad of her thumb. Her eyes scan your face making sure that you’re okay. You have more things to worry about though.

“What was the thing that attacked me?” you asked whispering, “How aren’t you guys normal?”

She lets out a sigh removing your hand from her face, “That was a vampire. We’re at The Salvatore Boarding School, a place for special gifted people. Witches, vampires, and werewolves.” she says.

Your eyes widen and they feel like they’re about to pop out of your head. It felt like a roller coaster in your mind, but all you can ask was another question, “Why was he looking for you? What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything, my dad was a bad guy he hurt a lot of people. They look for my dad and when they find out you know he’s dead. They go after me because I’m the closest thing they can get to hurting him.” Hope says and you can tell that took a lot of her to say.

I mean it took you many many nights of her visiting and conversations that the two of you had to just learn her name. Probably learning about her being a supernatural being and that her dad is dead was probably last on her list.

“Tomorrow they’re gonna erase your memory. Of all of this mess.” she says gesturing to the room and then she brushes a stray piece of hair out of your face.

Her hand lingers on her face for a second.

You tilt your head puzzled, “Wait will I forget you too?”

She lets out a deep breath and smiles at you sadly before nodding, “Yes, you’ll forget me too.”

“Why? I don’t want to forget you. I know we haven’t known each other long, but I really like you Hope. There’s not a moment in time where I don’t think about you.” you whisper taking a finger under chin and turning her to face you.

She stands up abruptly, “How do you think this will end Y/N? You almost died once because you were seen with me. I’m dangerous! I can hurt you! I can protect you all I want, but it’s not gonna be enough one day.”

You can tell that she has been pondering this and fighting her herself with this for God knows how long. You slowly get out of bed a headache pounding from the night before.

“It’s worth it Hope. You are worth it.”

You crash your lips onto hers and she immediately kisses back. Like everything that she has been wanting, everything that she has been holding back from was finally coming out. It felt like fireworks, sparks flew in your head and you couldn’t help but feel a little dizzy because of it.

She rested her forehead against yours, “I won't let them erase your memories. I’m going to try and protect you. I promise.”

“I know you will Hope.”

You kiss her yet again and she smiles into the kiss widely. The door swings wide open. The two of you break apart as Josie and Lizzie walk in.

“You know this is our room right? I don’t want you guys having sex on my bed!” Lizzie says and Hope laughs while you blush shyly.

You hide your face into Hope’s neck and she plants a small kiss onto your forehead.

#hope mikaelson #hope mikaelson x reader #hope mikaelson x fem reader #hope mikaelson imagine #hope mikaelson imagines

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sebbybooks · 3 years ago

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Wreck My Daydream

Part Two

Sebastian Stan x Fanfiction

18+

Tagged🎄

@wayward-mikaelson

Cataglottism

(n.) kissing with tongue

I’m already wet and Sebastian barely even touched me.

I hardly gave myself a moment to be ashamed or even stir in the crass words I was using even if I had only thought them. Like a diary I suppose there was no need to lie to myself considering it was one hundred percent true. I, Nellie Lennox, was unabashedly met with unending desires that washed away my trepidations that led up to this moment.

In its place I felt this newfound sense of possibilities that I wasn’t actually making an ass out of myself with my sudden confession of feelings for Sebastian. In my defense I didn’t just wake up one morning after having some epiphany as to why I wanted to be with him. The thought of us together made itself at home in the back of my mind.

Almost like a what if. . .

However, I couldn’t help but be terrified of all the ways it could go wrong. What if I had made things weird between us forcing us apart? Life would be a bitter existence if Sebastian wasn’t around in some capacity. For the longest time I tried to find him in different relationships. It is a messed up philosophy, but it almost worked. Whenever things would get too serious it nearly terrified me. I was their someday and they were my maybe. I owed this last relationship that is still so freshly cut more than that.

I owed myself that.

On the unique and rare chance I somehow got lost in a very realistic maladaptive daydream, I’m pretty certain Sebastian wants this too. Just thinking about what he had told me seconds ago made my heartbeat drum to a dizzy rhythm. Imagining myself getting fucked to the beat of it was a completely different type of sensation.

Retraining my focus on the now I could see it in Sebastian’s face all the wheels going around in his head. Confusion? Uncertainty? Regret?

“You don’t get to do that.” I tell him. I felt like I was going to climb out of my own skin if he left me suspended in the silence for a second longer. Sebastian tipped his face closer to mine, our lips gingerly brushing against each other. Perhaps he was feeling ambivalent in regards of his feelings for me? After all this was sprung on him in the middle of the night.

Sebastian shook his head as if he was at war with himself. “I want to.” His voice was strained and dangerously low, like something was causing him utter misery being this close, yet not knowing exactly when to pull away.

“Then why don’t you.” I dared him.

I was growing impatient with this slow burn we had somehow started. I wanted to play with this fire. If I got burned in the end by his touch then so be it. At least I would forever be marked with a reminder of knowing that I at least went after something I wanted with no apology. I wanted to see how far he was willingly to go.

Sebastian removed his hand from the security of being wrapped around me. I feigned a disappointed sigh at the lack of contact. My entire body must have been on autopilot , because I didn’t recognize the position I was in. I practically sat in his lap with one leg wrapped around him and the other one mindlessly dangling over the bed. Of course the mind reader that Sebastian was naturally grabbed ahold of the side of my thigh and wrapped it around his back.

It wasn’t like I was naive to sex or never had my fair share of romantic conquest. Regardless of my experiences I still felt like a gigantic ball of nerves. The way he stared down at me with a heated look in his eyes as if he wanted to posses every inch of me. Hell, I felt like I could come undone from that alone.

The hand that was planted on my back slowly drifted downward trailing the curve of my backside gripping my ass through my thinly silk hunter green shorts that matched the top. Earlier I had berated myself for wearing scantly clad pajamas to bed. Now I am thanking my lucky stars I opted out of the option of wearing a red Christmas onesie that had polar bears wearing scarfs around their necks. They were ones my mother insisted the whole family wear.

If I had I probably would not have been able to feel his erection that was restrained in his sweatpants. Trying to situate myself closer I rocked into him slightly, massaging myself on him. My ears didn’t miss the subtle groan Sebastian let out from the feel of my weight pressing further into him.

His silence wasn’t lost on me and he still hadn’t answered my question so I did it again. I wanted him to say something. My nervousness abated at this point. I twined my arms around his neck, grinding myself against him again and again. All the while Sebastian watched my every movement with a hint of a star struck look in his eyes. The feeling was certainly mutual I was even shocking myself at my behavior.

“Nellie,” Sebastian finally says, voice husky. He usually only ever calls me by my nickname so I was more than sure that he was not fully himself.

“I’m a big girl Sebastian I can handle whatever you need to say.” I tell him, holding in my breath.

“Alright,” he said with uncertainty. “You and me, this, it’s not a good idea.” His tone was barely audible and even more so he sounded hurt. Everything in me froze.

“And why is that?” I asked him more confused than ever. Suddenly feeling absolutely self conscious as I over analyzed every intimate word I just shared with him. I was even more horrified by the fact that I was dry humping my best friend.

He let out a darkly laugh. “It’s pretty damn obvious Nells.” Sebastian says rather ominously.

“...It’s not actually.” For someone that wants nothing out of this, Sebastian was holding on to me like an anchor and I on the other hand just wanted to get away and sink.

Admittedly, I was losing this game of tug a war. There was only so much I was willing to endure even I had my limits. “You’re giving me whiplash Sebastian .” I tell him honestly, “ I’m not like those other girls you go for that are satisfied with you just dangling yourself in front of them like a piece of cake that I can’t have. I meant what I said when I told you I didn’t say it just to hear you say the same.” My voice could only rise so high in pitch.

I definitely didn’t want to wake up the upstairs guest that would love nothing more than to recap this conversation over breakfast. Then like an unexpected bolt of lighting startling you from a distance, Sebastian kissed me.

Sebastian

I am a selfish bastard.

My mind fell quiet when I looked at her. I wanted to swim in the serenity and peacefulness that was this smart, vibrant, sexy, and uniqueness this woman possessed. I only wondered even in the darkness could Nellie see my eyes as plainly as I can see hers. If so could she see the shame reflecting in them? I could feel the nagging weight of my conscience siting on both of my shoulders, arguing back and forth over what I should and shouldn’t do. It was kind of ironic that the devil in my ear insisted that I give in to the angel in my lap.

God knows I waited for her and that I would keep waiting if I had to in this lifetime or the next. It was always going to be Nellie for me. I wanted to tell her all of this, but the longer I held on to this slice of heaven I was given during this random hour. I also knew that this moment was fleeting. I basked in the way she looked at me, the way she held on to me like I was an object of virtue. I also got a sample of what it would be like to lose her the second she began to slip away on her own accord. So, I did what any poor fool would do in my position. I kissed her.

It wasn’t exactly suave or how I imagined it would go. My mouth sort of crushed against her unmoving lips in a rushed and unskilled manner. Frankly, I wasn’t sure what I was doing, I certainly could do a hell of a lot better than this. An yet, it was still like I predicted it would be, filled with pure unadulterated pleasure. Nellie’s lips were sweet and warm, exactly how I imagined forbidden fruit to taste like.

A perfect mixture of firm and softness that drove me wild. She flattened her hands on my bare chest as if to brace herself. Nellie pushed herself away, but her face was still so close to me. She didn’t speak and neither could I. I forced myself to look up at her and hoped that she could see I would do everything in my power to earn her forgiveness. That it was a mistake I will make right somehow.

“Nell,” I let out an exasperated breath. “ I have a need for you that goes deeper than just lust and I know that it will never truly be sated. The killer thing is I’m already at risk of losing you before I even had you.”

Nellie stared hazily up at me.“You already have me.” She whispered, our lips still grazing. Those four simple words set off a firework in me. This time when I kissed her our mouths came together like we needed to feed off of each other’s oxygen in order to survive. I’d suffer if I didn’t have it.

My mouth was greedy for hers, and I could imagine she felt the same. The moment I felt her lips slightly part open to let me in, less than a second our tongues slid together in a torrid and sensually slow pace. We kissed like a couple of eager teenagers. My heart threatened to leap from my chest when the tip of Nell’s tongue moved across my bottom lip. She tastes like gingerbread , mixed with some other divine flavor that I can only assume is Nellie. She arched herself closer into my chest and I could feel the points of her hardened nipples through her top. I seized the opportunity to press her body close because I needed more.

I wanted to feel the heat of her soft skin on mine. She returned her arms back around my neck tightly holding me in place as she angled her head kissing me back with the same ferocity. Deeply, and oh so thoroughly by the way she sucked on my tongue. I had a rough grip on her ass keeping Nellie steady as she straddled me. I was so damn hard for her. If my dick could get even harder it was bound to. Nellie did that thing again where she grinds down on my erection and I cursed at myself to not combust. I grabbed ahold of her hips guiding her to move faster, harder.

I kept telling myself to savor her, fucking take my time with this moment. I couldn’t just rip those tiny little shorts off and sink myself into her over and over until we’ve both had enough. But even then I would always need more of her. I wasn't a sentimental man, with Nellie I at least wanted to try. I wanted my first night with Nell to be a little less spontaneous than this. It wasn’t like I came prepared for festivities filled with endless fucks. Plus the added fact I couldn’t let things get too carried away especially since she still didn’t know what I have done.

Yeah, I am a very selfish bastard.

I didn’t want this to end. I wanted my mouth to explore every single part of Nellie. I wanted the taste of her to live on my tongue. I wanted to go as far as she and my consciousness would allow me.

“I need to touch you.” I panted, between every nip and kiss I left on the delicate area of skin under her jaw.

“You’re already touching me.” She says with a soft laugh, which was a melody to my ears. I was but at the same time I wasn’t. I needed to rid Nellie of any barrier that prevented me from branding her skin with my touch.

“This…off.” I tug gently on the bottom of her tank top before returning my hands to rest on her thighs, caressing them as I sucked on her neck for dear life. Going back and forth between grazing her neck with my teeth then licking over the area to soothe any imprint I’ve left.

Nellie crisscrossed her arms reaching for the hem of her top gracefully pulling it over her head. She purposely fell backwards onto the mattress aiming her shirt at my face. For as long as I’ve known Nell she was never one to be shy in her own skin.

“Imagine how unsexy that would have been if I hit my head on the headboard.”

“As long as you didn’t hurt yourself I would have just pretended that I didn’t see a thing.” I teased.

“Ah, to think they wonder where all of the good men have gone.” Nell scrunched up her nose pretending to be lost in critical thought.

I cock my head to the side. “Mm-hmm. Are you mocking me?”

“What if I am?”Her plump wet lips spread into a smile.

It was miracle I caught a word of what she said to me. I swallowed a groan as my eyes drift over the area of her body that was naked from the waist up. Nellie was clearly a stolen painting from the Louvre that I had no intention of returning. All I could do was stare.

With her legs still draped around me, my hands slide up the curve of her torso passing her ribs. I sensed that she was watching me, but I didn’t dare take my eyes off of her just yet. The pads of my fingers traced over to her breast and my mouth practically watered at the sight of them. She was ethereal.

“Don’t suddenly go mute on me Sebastian.” She let out a shaky breath.

I’ve heard her say my name a thousand times. Hearing her say it in this state created a feeling of warmth that filled my chest. I could only begin to imagine the different ways I wanted to hear her call out my name. My gift, my best friend, my Nellie. Those last words had a sting to them even as I thought them. Deep down I knew that was never going to be true.

I eased all the way down my tongue traveling around the dip of her navel. Creating a path up the center of her abdomen. I knew that Nell was extremely ticklish. The slightest form of contact would automatically turn her into a ninja. From the way she was pressing herself back into the mattress I knew she was trying her hardest not to flee. Of course I found it rather enticing so I made sure to spend extra time over the areas of her exposed skin I knew to be the most sensitive. Brushing the tip of my nose between her breast my mouth finally latched on to what I’ve been waiting for.

“So fucking beautiful.” I say as I graze my mouth over the stiff peak of her nipple. I was in awe over the ability that they simultaneously could feel hard yet felt extremely soft. I dragged the tip of my tongue around the bud of it in a languid movement before sucking it in deep. I loved listening to the sounds she made while I sucked and devoured as much as I could fit into my mouth. I wanted to hear a symphony of the noises that escaped from Nellie.

Going for one after the other not wanting to miss out on either. Nellie kept a limp hand pressed into my hair keeping me close as if I dared to stop.

Writhing underneath me Nellie gasped,“Touch me.”

Now she understood what I meant. My own body felt betrayed by my decision. I literally ached from pain and pleasure. Truthfully I wouldn’t opt for a better scenario than this. I would be more than gratified with giving Nellie an orgasm or two.

Still leaving featherlight kisses across her chest. With one hand I reach down and brushed along the dip of Nellie’s hip, then began to tug away at her shorts. To my surprise she was bare underneath. This was a new and uncharted territory we were crossing.

Tell me to stop, say that this is just the wrong time, tell me we would never work. Those words never escaped me, the sound of the goddamn doorbell intervened for her. My movements hesitated then shortly I picked up on inaudible chattering out in the hall. Nellie turned her head in the direction towards the door which I hoped like hell was locked. “Maybe we should go see what’s going on.” Her eyes widened.

“Or we could stay here and not shame the fact that I was two seconds away from wrapping your legs around my face while I tasted the slickness between your thighs. ” Nellie released a ragged breath and I meant every word.

To my dissatisfaction we were composed in under three minutes. I felt a strange sense of comfort and pride seeing that ever so often I’d catch Nellie looking in my direction smiling like she had some big secret she was bursting to tell. Which only made me feel like an even bigger asshole. The walk downstairs was surprisingly noisy. Someone had plugged the Christmas tree back up and there was a chilly wind breaking in as the front door came to an immediate shut.

Nellie’s parents were both moving around in a fast pace trying to find new spots to put a couple of suitcases. I had to swallow down a chuckle at the sight of their bold choice of pajamas. Nellie had already beaten me to the bottom of the staircase just as I rounded the corner of the spiral stairs.

“Cousin!” Vanessa squealed rushing over towards Nellie, who excitedly embraced her the same. They exchanged a few excitable words to each other that I tuned out. I was busy focusing on the six foot son of a bitch with a puppy dog expression on his face standing awkwardly behind them.

“Now you know Nells Bells you can’t have Christmas without good ole St. Nicholas can you?” She winked at a stone faced Nellie who just looked straight ahead at her ex boyfriend Nick. “I hope it’s okay I brought him over with me. I saw him at the airport dozed off in a chair.” Vanessa whispered as she leaned into Nell, like she just earned a gold star. Soon as Vanessa’s wild dark brown eyes caught ahold me I knew my bubble was about to pop.

“Something told me I was off the naughty list this year.” Vanessa bit at her glossed up lips and made a beeline towards me, wrapping her arms around my waist. She smelled like an overtly sweet perfume that tortured my sinuses. “Did you forget how to work a phone or what? I’ve been trying to get ahold of you for days. I miss you.” She cooed.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Nellie watching the two of us. This was my punishment.

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