#elijah mikaelson x male reader

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

The mikaelson having a powerful witch as a boyfriend

Klaus

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Elijah

Elijah is endlessly fascinated by Y/N's magic

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kol

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Oh can I request a Male reader x Kol, Elijah, and Klaus Mikaelson where the Mikaelson's are highly protective of M reader

Mikaelsons Whore

pairing: kol, klaus, and elijah mikaelson x male reader tags: vulgar language, elena being the 'righteous' queen, basically Elena being her whinny self, human male reader, the mikaelson family loves you

Elena was the golden child—the popular girl and Mystic Falls’ most recognized individual. It was all too easy for you to slip into the background and just be labeled as “the other Gilbert.” Your younger brother Jeremy understood how that felt; he maintained a better relationship with you than Elena ever did. Still, even Jeremy couldn’t begin to fathom what drew you to side with the Mikaelsons—or how you managed to fall in love with not one, but three of the brothers, each dangerous in their own way. Ironically, the most feared and powerful family in history had shown you more warmth than anyone else in town. Rebekah, in particular, became the sister figure you had always needed and never truly found in Elena.

When word of your involvement with the Mikaelsons spread through Mystic Falls, the backlash was swift and merciless. Elena made her disapproval painfully clear by storming into your bedroom, practically foaming at the mouth, and demanding to know why you had betrayed her—as though your love life was hers to dictate. The Salvatore brothers, blinded by loyalty to your sister, declared that the Originals must have compelled you, never even pausing to consider that you might be spending time with them of your own free will.

Bonnie’s disapproval came as no shock—she was Elena’s best friend, after all—but Caroline’s reaction stung the most. You had always admired her warmth and optimism, so hearing her spew the word whore cut more deeply than you ever expected. Still, you knew where her bitterness stemmed from: she craved love, and watching yet another potential romance slip through her fingers had turned her despair into anger.

When your lovers—Klaus, Elijah, and Kol—heard about the way the town was talking, their reactions weren’t pretty. Klaus’s protective streak flared; you could feel the rage rolling off of him in waves as he threatened to make everyone in Mystic Falls pay for the insults. Elijah, always calm and composed, simmered with a cold fury that was somehow even more terrifying. And Kol, mischievous and volatile at the best of times, seemed eager to teach your tormentors a lesson about mocking his beloved.

But even if your family and friends had turned against you and spewed hatred, you refused to let your lovers make a scene. You understood their position, but at the end of the day, you naively believed that Elena and your friends would come around and be happy for you. This naivety was a mistake. "I'll be back soon," you murmured, smiling up at Klaus, who was visibly upset about the whole situation. He had proposed that he or one of his brothers accompany you to meet with Elena, but upon your insistence, they had reluctantly agreed to let you handle things alone.

"I'll be just a call away," Klaus conceded, his voice stern, leaving no room for negotiation on that point.

As you turned to leave, Klaus stepped forward and gently lifted your chin, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. Finding none, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead—a gesture that spoke volumes of his love and concern. "Be careful," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the swell of emotions.

With one last reassuring nod, you left the safety of the Mikaelson home and headed towards the Mystic Grill. Upon your arrival, Elena greeted you with a serene smile. "I'm glad you came," she said, guiding you to a booth tucked away in the corner. The atmosphere was casual, the familiar buzz of the Grill around you almost comforting. She ordered drinks, and when yours arrived, you didn't think twice before taking a sip, trusting that your sister truly wanted to make amends.

However, as the evening progressed, you began to feel unusually drowsy and disoriented. The lights of the bar grew bothersome, and just as you tried to ask Elena to call Klaus, darkness enveloped you. When you regained consciousness, you found yourself in a dimly lit room, hands and feet bound. The Salvatore brothers and Bonnie were there, their expressions a mix of stern determination and misguided hope.

"We're going to fix this," Damon declared, his tone brooking no argument as he glanced at Bonnie.

Bonnie, her face pinched in concentration, approached with a collection of herbs and crystals. "I'm sorry. This will hurt, but it's for your own good."

Your eyes darted from person to person, hoping that your visible fright might make them reconsider their decision, but no one stepped forward. Elena stood beside Bonnie, murmuring something about getting her brother back, but then pain engulfed you. Thrashing in the chair, the ropes digging into your wrists, you let out screams of agony. You didn't know how much time passed as you screamed, but it was evident you were under no spell. "Klaus! Elijah! Kol!" you began to scream, hoping they would save you from this torment, but relief was slow to come, and you fell unconscious once again.

When you woke again, the surroundings were markedly different from the harsh, dimly lit room of your ordeal. The plush comfort of a familiar bed enveloped you, the soft linens smelling faintly of lavender and sage—an aroma that always soothed your nerves. The opulent room bathed in the gentle light of late afternoon told you that you were back at the Mikaelson mansion. As your eyes adjusted, you saw Klaus, Elijah, and Kol surrounding your bed, their faces etched with concern but visibly relieved to see you awake.

Kol was the first to notice your eyes fluttering open. "He's awake," he announced softly, his usual mischievous tone subdued.

Elijah, ever the composed one, approached with a glass of water, his movements graceful and careful. "How do you feel?" he asked gently as he helped you sit up to sip the water, his hand supporting your back.

Klaus, who had been standing by the window watching you with an intense gaze, came over and sat on the edge of the bed. His hand found yours, squeezing it reassuringly. "You're safe now, back home with us," he murmured, the relief palpable in his voice.

You looked between them, trying to piece together what had happened after your memory cut off. "What…what happened after I passed out?" you asked, your voice hoarse.

The brothers exchanged glances, a silent conversation passing between them. It was Klaus who spoke, choosing his words with care. "You were in a bad state when we found you. We made sure no one could harm you again," he explained vaguely, not delving into the specifics of their retribution.

Elijah added, "Our priority is your recovery. You've been through a tremendous ordeal." He gently adjusted the bandages on your wrist where the ropes had left marks.

Kol’s expression darkened with the memory of your pain. "Let’s just say they won’t be bothering you—or anyone else—ever again," he added, though his tone was nonchalant, trying to shield you from the violent truths.

You sensed there was more they weren’t telling you, but the exhaustion pulling at your limbs and the comfort of being surrounded by your protectors allowed you to set aside these thoughts for now. Gratitude filled your chest as you looked at each of them, their presence a tangible reminder of their commitment to you. "Thank you," you whispered, feeling overwhelmed and a bit adrift. "For coming for me."

"Always," Klaus responded firmly, his thumb brushing over your hand. "We will always come for you."

[ambrosealcina]

Fandom: The Originals

Parring: Elijah Mikaelson X Male Reader

Summary: Reader being horny and anoying Elijah while he is reading leading him to punish you

Warning ⚠️: Smut, Daddy Kink, Spanking, Use Of The Word Slut, Rough Fucking, Degration. {You have been warned}

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"Elijah!~" you yelled "Yes dear?" he asked "Why don't you put that old book down and play with me~ "Dear I love you but I'm not going to stop my reading because your bored" he said codly "I'm not bored im horny~" you said "M/N N-" he started "Please Sir~!" You pleaded "..." Elijah was silent for a minute putting his book down before breaking the silence and said "Strip Now." he demanded without a second thought you took off your sweater, jeans, and socks "Want now?"

"Come." he said emotionlessly following his order you walked over watching his features his piercing hazel eyes his stern lips and light facial hair all the more making you want him more once in front of him he tells you to "bend over." he says emotionlessly again obeying you bend over on his knee and he instantly tells you to count as he punishes you for "disturbing his reading".

!SMUT THEMES AHEAD!

*Smack*

"A-ah!" "O-one" you stuttered

*Smack*

"Mph.." "Two.." you said quietly hiding your head in his thigh

*Smack*

he spanks you again harder this time "A-AH!" "T-t-three" you stuttered more

*Smack*

Again and Again until you you couldn't hold it anymore and released all over his pant leg "Huh? Cumming from me spanking you? Naughty boy." He degraded once he was done scolding he took you in his strong arms and sped you to your shared bedroom slamming you into the bed making the headboard slam into the wall "now I'll give you what you want you little slut~" he said flirtfully him saying that almost made you cum again now starting to take off his blazer and undo his belt above you makes you start grinding on his thigh after he is done undressing he grabbed a bottle of lube from your bed side table spreading some lube in his fingers and puts the lube back now starting opening you up

Now fingering your puckering hole with one finger making you moan like a porn star "Mmh you like that~" he asks seductively "Mhm~!" you moaned trying to answer after a couple more minutes of him fingering you you he adds a second finger making you moan even louder "A-AH!" you moaned again once he quickly puts a third finger getting impatient wanting to be inside you "I think you are ready now~" he said pulling his fingers out of your hole and taking his boxers off using the left over Lube on his hand to lube up his cock now lubed up he pushes in in to your opened hole halting at his hilt allowing you to get used to his size.

After a few minutes you gave Elijah a quick "Okay" and with that Elijah quickly started moving in and out of your sex "A-hhh!" you moaned with tears in your eyes already becoming close "Already gonna cum for your 'sir' hmm?" he questions and with that you shot your load out on his chest starting to moan like a pornstar "Ngh~!" Elijah grunted his thrusts starting to become faster and sloppier show he was close finally being able to open your eyes you looked into his hazel eyes once again they looked dazed as you were in your trance he started thrusting really fast which broke you out of your trance hearing his loud moans and and the headboard slam against the wall "NGH! I'm gonna c-cum where do you want it~?" not being able to answer he just continued to thrust into your sex moan "IM CUMMING~!" he moaned "AHHH~!" You moaned feeling the warm feeling in his core.

*SMUT END*

Now Elijah finally coming down from his high and pulling out of your now red puckering hole and rested his forehead against yours saying the words "I love you~" barely being able to breath you said the words back "I love you too".

"rest.." he said fondly "I'll go start a you a bath.." and with that he left you to rest in your shared bed.

A/N• Okay so this isn't my first time writing smut it's just my first time actually posting it I don't really know how people so please but a bit gentle with criticism although I do also look forward to hearing your criticism so I can improve but anyway I hope you enjoyed read and I'll see you next time. ~ Ambrose

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Elijah Mikaelson x Male Reader

Request / Elijah Mikaelson x male reader. The reader comes back into town after training for a long time ( he is a sorcerer/demon ) and when Elijah hears about it from someone that a new hot guy is in town and they say the reader's name, Elijah goes and tracks him down but his reaction made everyone suspicious so they follow him.

Elijah is at home with his family and he hasn't been himself lately. He misses his ex-boyfriend but he didn't tell anyone that he is in a relationship.

“I headed there is a new hot guy that came to town,” Freya said.

“So?” Rebekah said.

“Who are you talking about?” Kol asked.

They are all in the living room. He was going to ignore the conversation but something made him stay and listen.

“I think it was Y/N. I wanted to get closer but I couldn't because someone called my phone. I saw him go inside Rousseau's” Freya said.

“Wow, I haven't seen him in months,” Rebekah said.

“Why did he leave?” Kol asked.

They don't know that Elijah was dating you. He hasn't heard from you in years and he wants to see you.

“Elijah, did you know that he came back?” Kol asked.

“No,” Elijah said.

“I thought you would know because you are his friend,” Kol said.

“I’m busy, I don't have time for gossip,” Elijah said.

“You are definitely acting strange,” Freya said

“It’s not gossip,” Rebekah said.

“I have to go,” Elijah said.

They watched him leave.

“He is definitely acting strange. I’m going to follow him” Freya said.

“Me too,” Rebekah said.

“Fine, I will go,” Kol said.

They did follow him to the pub. But they kept their distance from Elijah, they didn't want to get caught. They sit in the back and he is by the bar, he starts to look around. He is hoping that you don't leave town again without saying goodbye like last time. He saw you through the window and he goes after you. They started to follow him near an alley, but you or Elijah didn't notice them.

“Y/N,” Elijah said.

You didn't say anything back, you pulled him closer to you and you kissed him. What they saw made them speechless, they had never seen him kiss another guy before. You hugged him then he hugged you back.

“I missed you so much,” You said.

“I missed you” Elijah said.

“Since, when he had a boyfriend?” Rebekah whispered.

“I had no idea,” Fol said.

“Wow,” Freya said.

You and Elijah can't stop smiling at each other.

“You still look hot in those suits,” You said.

“I thought you would have forgotten about me, Y/N,” Elijah said.

“It's been a long time but I never forgot about you,” You said.

He put his hand on your ass and squeezed it.

“You haven't changed, Y/N,” Elijah said.

“I got stronger with my magic, but i show you next time,” You said.

You and Elijah leave but they don't follow. They are still speedless and wondered why he didn't tell them about dating you. Elijah went with you to your hotel room and he can't stop smiling.

✬ ✬ ✬ ✬

Before heading to the hotel, you and Elijah bought food. Over dinner, you and Elijah talk about everything and he holds your hand.

“I’m able to control my demon now. I’m sorry i didn't come back those years to come see you” You said.

“I thought you forgot about our relationship and you moved on,” Elijah said.

“I didn't move on, my feelings for you never left. I just didn't know what to say or do since how we last saw each other” You said.

“Let’s move on from the past. We are here now, we can move forward, Y/N” Elijah said.

“I like that” You smiled.

Last time, you and Elijah had an argument. You have been gone for years, you wanted to learn how to control your demon and get stronger with magic. You thought Elijah didn't want to see you and he moved on and he thought the same thing for you. Elijah tell didn't Rebekah and the others about dating you, he wanted to keep that private.

After dinner, you and Elijah were supposed to watch a movie but he pulled you closer and he started to kiss you. He is lying on top of you and you are holding him, you can't stop smiling. You and Elijah stare at each other

“We should be watching the movie” You smiled.

“I know. I couldn't resist kissing you” Elijah said.

He kissed you again. Later, you and Elijah cuddled in bed and watched the movie. But you are the big spoon and you kissed his shoulder.

Elijah is feeling happy that you are back in New Orleans. He doesn't want to lose you again and he does want to ask you to marry him, but he wants to make it very special. He hasn't felt truly happy in years since you have been gone and he doesn't want to be with anyone else.

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Freya and Elijah are in the study as Elijah has just told her that he daggered Rebekah. Completely a part of the prophecy that would bring an end to the originals. She took a sip of her drink as Klaus entered the room with two other people in tow.

"Freya, this is Stefan Salvatore, and Y/N Gilbert, old friends of mine. Two of my trickle-down sirelings. Long story." Elijah hilariously rolls his eyes at the sight of Stefan, and Y/N as Freya gives Klaus a hard look. Klaus turned towards them. "Stefan, Y/N, this is Freya, my brand-new older sister. Also a long story." He pats Stefan on the back as Y/N smiles weakly. "Elijah, good to see you again."

"You as well." Elijah answered.

"They need a favor." Freya comes up to them and eyes them suspiciously as she sizes them up. Determining if they're friends or foes. "You're old "friends," are you?"

"Well, that would be stretching the definition of friendship just a little bit." Stefan said.

"I mean, I kissed Elijah once–well technically he kissed me. And I slept with Klaus once and so did Stefan in the 1920s. So, I guess you could say we're old friends with benefits?" Y/N jokes.

Freya is not amused as Stefan blushes slightly as Klaus and Elijah smile in amusement.

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When I should be talking to guys my age but I keep thinking about men the same age as my dad.

[klausysworld]

Comfortable and Safe

(This is a Klaus X male!Y/N story)

It wasn't very often that someone truly captured Klaus's attention. After centuries of men and woman falling at his feet, it was rare to find one that stood out to him.

However since breaking his curse, his wolf seemed much more interested in its surroundings and the people in it. Klaus had expected to be a little more emotional or irritable but he wasn't expecting himself to find his attention fixed on Jeremy and Elenas brother.

Y/n was a useless human. He could barely hold a weapon without trembling and whenever a vampire stood to close to him he looked ready to bolt a mile.

Klaus found it amusing how just looking at the Gilbert would cause the poor boy to panic and start looking round the room in desperation for safety.

At the home coming or Mikael's wake as Klaus preferred to label it, he had spotted the boy stood awkwardly watching others play beer pong. Klaus smirked to himself and made his way over, placing a hand on Y/n's shoulder making him flinch and go wide eyed in panic.

"Easy, love. I won't bite" he teased, stroking his hand down the sleeve of Y/n's suit and trailing his eyes across the boys body. "You seem tense sweetheart" he murmured, smirking when Y/n's heart raced and he shook his head.

Klaus rolled his eyes playfully and slid his arm around the Gilbert, pulling him close and leading him over to the beer pong and placing the little ball in his hand. Y/n's hand shook as the hybrid got a grip on his wrist and guided his movements.

"Aim for me love" he muttered against Y/n's ear and taking pride at how he shivered. Klaus moved his hand with Y/n's, helping him get the ball into the cup and chuckling at how the boys face lit up.

The hybrid continued to guide Y/n through the game, watching at how he would blush when the intoxicated guys around them cheered and drank. Y/n was hesitant to drink so Klaus drank for him, they were on their way to a smooth victory when one of Klaus's hybrids came over and informed him of his fathers arrival. Y/n tensed and Klaus pet his back softly, "Get home love" he mumbled as he followed his sired minion to the front door.

Y/n couldn't believe himself when he got home. He thought he had imagined the whole thing and felt a tremendous amount of guilt.

When Klaus spotted him again at the grill, Y/n had nearly tripped when he rushed for the door. Klaus rolled his eyes with a smile and got to the task at hand before finding the boy again.

"Running away again, love? Not very manly of you" he teased but when Y/n's face flushed in embarrassment and he looked down at his shoes Klaus reached to pull the boy against his chest. Y/n let out a squeak and froze in his hold, trying to ignore the warmth that flooded his body when the hybrid's hands held onto his fragile frame. "You're such a nervous little thing" he whispered, his voice low as he breathed in the sweet scent Y/n carried. "But don't worry love, I think I quite like it" he hummed, stroking Y/n's back and cupping the back of his head.

Y/n was completely tense in his hold, his face pressed against the crook of Klaus's neck while the hybrid nuzzled his nose into Y/n's hair.

Y/n had never had a boyfriend nor a girlfriend. He hadn't ever been offered this sort of attention or ever been as close to another man as he was with Klaus in that moment. It frightened him how much his body seemed to enjoy the physical contact of not just a man but Klaus Mikaelson.

Klaus could feel the fear rolling off of Y/n's body but he could also the heat and arousal. It made his wolf purr beneath the surface as his hands glided across Y/n's back down to his hips which he squeezed possessively making Y/n squeak again.

Eventually Klaus let him go, watching with a grin as Y/n hurried round the corner whilst utterly flustered.

Klaus enjoyed teasing the boy, placing a hand on his thigh and watching him squirm or simply smiling from across the room and making him blush.

When the rest of the Mikaelsons were up and out of their coffins, Rebekah was the first to pick up on it. She and Klaus had been at the grill when she watched her brother's eyes fixate on the Gilbert who looked extremely uncomfortable beside Damon and Elena. Klaus caught his eye and gestured for him to come over and surprisingly Y/n would rather be a blushing mess around the hybrid than a laughing stock for Damon.

Rebekah had to keep herself quiet as she watched her brother borderline pet Y/n while teasing that he should sit in his lap. She made sure to take extra long at the bar ordering drinks so that should could listen in as Klaus invited the Gilbert to their family ball. The poor boy looked as though his eyes would fall out and jaw would fall off but Klaus hooked his finger under his chin and closed it for him with a smile.

"Don't you worry sweetheart, I can provide the tux and limo-" He promised while Y/n shook his head.

"I don't need a limo, I'm just one person-" Y/n argued and Klaus grinned.

"But you'll come?" he asked and Y/n hesitated.

Y/n liked Klaus. Too much.

He hadn't ever flirted or imagined himself in a relationship before Klaus. Now he seemed to be picturing it too often and which the wrong person. Y/n had a prominent fear that Klaus found amusement in toying with his feelings and making him feel embarrassed. Going to a ball with him would be the perfect place for public humiliation.

Rebekah could see the apprehension crawling across Y/n's face and quickly jumped in.

"Oh you should definitely come Y/n! I think you'd make a lovely addition to the family, besides you can dance quite well can't you? I've heard you had lessons" she smiled and Y/n went a beat red. Klaus stroked his arm softly and tilted his head.

"I didn't know you had lessons" He whispered, a small smile on his face as Y/n nodded.

"I didn't um like to go hunting with my dad and Jeremy so my mom used to bring me to dance with Elena and they had a boys one- I didn't dance in the girls group- I didn't-" Klaus softened and so did Rebekah as they watched Y/n try to defend himself. Klaus wrapped his arm around Y/n's waist and kissed the side of his head making the air get caught in his throat and stop his emotional rant.

"I imagine you're very handsome when you dance sweetheart" he muttered softly, "I'd very much like to dance with you tomorrow evening" he proposed again and this time Y/n accepted.

As soon as Klaus and Rebekah got home she was squealing and smacking Klaus up the side of his head resulting in a warning growl.

"Oh shut up Nik, you can't be pissy after that!" she giggled and Elijah's interest was captured.

"After what?" He questioned and Klaus sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Nik has a boyfriend" Rebekah revealed in a sing song tone making Klaus groan and Kol to snort.

The hybrid swiftly made his way to his room while Rebekah started stalking Y/n's social media pages.

The next evening Y/n arrived at the ball alongside his sister who was surprised he wanted to go but was happy that he was out. Elena apologised to Y/n when both Salavtores approached however Y/n was pulled away before the two could patronise him. Rebekah had her arm linked with Y/n's, leading him over to the drinks.

"Honestly- I know she's your sister but my god does she have those two on a tight leash!" she exclaimed making Y/n smile and bite back a laugh. Klaus appeared behind Rebekah a moment later and was tugging her arm away from Y/n and replacing it with his own making Y/n blush and Bekah's eyes to roll.

"Go annoy your own date Rebekah" he growled while placing a glass of champagne in Y/n's hand and leading him to a secluded corner.

"This is a date?" Y/n asked, his voice anxious.

"It is" Klaus confirmed. "First of many, I hope." he added with a smile and Y/n couldn't help but reciprocate it.

The evening went beautifully. Y/n and Klaus danced for what seemed like hours and seconds at the same time before the hybrid brought him to his art room. Y/n was all over the paintings, Klaus hadn't expected so many words to come from Y/n's usually tightly shut mouth but he found that he loved the sound of his voice more than anything.

At the end of the night their attention was brought to the balcony when an angry Damon stood after throwing Kol over the edge. Klaus had to physically hold onto Y/n so that he wouldn't go running in a panic.

"It's alright love, he'll be on his feet in a moment and nobody will be able to shut him up."

"Elena's going- we came together so-"

"I can drive you home a little later" Klaus interjected, not wanting the night to end.

Reluctantly Y/n agreed and Klaus brought him to his room which originally scared Y/n however when they got inside he was much calmer. Klaus's room wasn't just a place of rest but basically an apartment. Couch, TV, mini fridge, on suite bathroom.

Y/n sat down on the sofa awkwardly and Klaus bit chuckled softly, he pulled Y/n back up and brought him into his walk in closet. "Why don't we find something comfier? I know suits aren't the most comfortable to lounge in though Elijah would strongly disagree" He murmured lightheartedly while picking out a couple of his favourite henleys and offering them to Y/n who tentatively chose the grey one.

Y/n's face was redder than a tomato when Klaus undid his tie and started to undo the buttons on Y/n's shirt. Klaus's fingers gently brushed over the smooth chest of his skin. Y/n whimpered quietly making Klaus's adams apple bob and his tongue dart out to wet his lips.

Slowly, Klaus slipped the henley over Y/n's head. His hands fixed his hair while Y/n slid his arms through the sleeves. Klaus grabbed a pair of his sweat pants and locked his eyes on Y/n's. Hesitantly he slipped his trousers off his legs. Thankfully Y/n was smaller than Klaus and so the henley was long enough to cover up his boxers. Y/n felt as though he was going to pass out from a lack of air as he held his breath and let Klaus guide the joggers over his ankles.and up to his hips. He pulled on the draw strings, tying them together so that they wouldn't fall down.

"There we go" Klaus muttered, gently caressing Y/n's shoulders before pulling his own shirt off and grabbing his black henley. Y/n's eyes stayed firmly on Klaus's face despite the need in the back of his head to glance down as klaus stripped to only his pants before redressing.

"Alright love, much better" the hybrid smiled, pulling Y/n back into his room and over to the sofa. Y/n squeaked as he was pulled up against Klaus's side while he clicked the TV on and clicked through.

Y/n got more relaxed as the night went on and eventually laid comfortably against Klaus who was soothingly running his fingers through his hair and down his back. By the end of the second film Klaus found sweet Y/n fast asleep on top of him making the hybrid smile to himself as he lifted him into his bed and pulled the duvet up around him.

He briefly considered getting in beside him however Klaus was very aware that Y/n was new to dating and self conscious about being with a man as well as naturally nervous. And so he set himself a bed on his sofa and laid staring up at the ceiling in happy thought.

In the morning, Y/n was mortified that he had fallen asleep at his house and very quickly left much to Klaus's disappointment but after a talk with Rebekah, he understood.

Y/n found that as well as Klaus, Rebekah had become very much interested in his day to day life. She desperately wanted Y/n to be with her brother.

It almost never happened that her brother would be with someone she found tolerable let alone liked. But she liked Y/n, he was kind and honest and in no way harmful despite being related to the doppelgänger. Plus she found that she could sit with him at school instead of alone and he seemed quite happy to have her there.

Klaus got a little stroppy about it to begin with but when he found that their friendship meant Y/n was coming over much more, he was more keen of it.

He liked to be able to flirt with Y/n almost every day. He loved how his cheeks would glow pink and his body would radiate heat. More recently he had noticed how Y/n's body seemed much more responsive.

On multiple occasions Y/n had gone a little too quiet, he would look humiliated rather than flustered and Klaus would grow concerned before noticing how his hands or a pillow would cover his crotch.

Even with Rebekahs constant reassurance, Y/n wasn't fully comfortable with his sexuality. He hadn't explored it and knowing that Klaus had probably been with hundreds of guys made him feel silly and small but not the good small that he felt when he was curled up in Klaus's arms, the small he felt when people would call him names and give him those hated looks.

So it wasn't much of a surprise that Y/n got so upset with himself whenever his body wold become aroused around Klaus. Despite it being the desired response for Klaus, the hybrid would see the uncomfortable state Y/n got into and would feel a little bit bad for pushing his limits. He wished that Y/n would talk to Klaus about his feelings a little more and he wished Y/n would let Klaus help. Emotionally and Physically.

Klaus desperately wanted to help Y/n feel more comfortable in his own skin and also around Klaus. It took a long while.

He would always have his hands on Y/n. Whether it be his thighs which he would squeeze gently, his shoulders which he would massage, his back which he would stroke or his chest and stomach that he would caress in patterns.

Eventually Y/n was soothed by all of Klaus's touches and enjoyed them thoroughly. He had even gotten used to the soft little kisses Klaus would press to his forehead or cheeks.

And when Klaus finally kissed his lips, Y/n's walls had been very much worn away. Klaus smiled against his lips and pulled him onto his lap, rubbing his shoulders and neck before brushing his fingers through his hair. Y/n pulled away sooner than Klaus would have but it was a start. He had curled up on Klaus's lap, hiding his face in the hybrids chest and closing his eyes to try calm down.

From that day Klaus liked to steal as many kisses as he could. Rebekah’s mouth had fell open the first time he did it in front of her and Y/n had gone extremely pink that they had kissed in front of someone. He got used to it though.

He still wasn’t used to how his body reacted though and Klaus knew that.

He would feel how tense Y/n got and he instantly knew that he had gotten an erection. A few times Klaus had tried to speak about how it was okay but Y/n would shut down the conversation as fast as he could and get out of there.

But one night, they had been making out for the better half of the film and Y/n couldn’t help but get hard as Klaus’s body trapped his.

And when Klaus slipped his hand between Y/n’s legs and cupped his erection, Y/n was too far into his own head to realise how desperately he was grinding into his palm.

Klaus gently peppered kisses down the side of Y/n’s neck, sucking the soft skin into his mouth and leaving a display of marks. Y/n would whimper and arch his neck submissively while Klaus firmly caressed his cock through his pants.

Y/n’s hips bucked upward in a frantic fashion and Klaus gently bit his neck as he felt his love cum against his hand.

Heavy breaths filled the air as Y/n slowly calmed down only to realise he had cum in his pants. His skin burned red in embarrassment and Klaus quickly kissed his lips.

“It’s okay baby” he whispered, his hands undoing Y/n’s trousers making him panic. Y/n was pushing at Klaus’s hands, shoving him away and trying to get up but Klaus had him held tight to his chest until he calmed down. “Listen to me sweetheart” he murmured against his ear, hands petting his head slowly “I’m never going to hurt you” he promised, “just let me take care of you, I want to help baby” he whispered and felt Y/n eventually stop fighting and nod weakly. “Good boy” Klaus uttered and Y/n whimpered.

Gently he pulled the clothes from his body, tossing them to the ground and kissing down his chest. Y/n was as tense as ever as Klaus’s hands rubbed along his body soothingly and his lips gradually got lower.

“I can’t-“ Y/n gasped, his hands pressing against Klaus’s shoulders.

“Just one little taste baby” Klaus whispered, locking his eyes on Y/n’s as he gently trailed his tongue up the length of Y/n’s cock.

His entire body seemed to go limp and instead of pushing, his hands started pulling at Klaus to feel the heat of his mouth again. Klaus smiled as he took Y/n’s cock into his mouth and sucked on it until he cried for more. His hands gripped his thighs, keeping them open so his mouth could get to work.

Y/n was a squirming mess as his fingers pulled at Klaus's hair enthusiastically. Klaus glanced up to him, watching with pride as he swirled his tongue around Y/n's cock and taking pleasure in the sound of his soft moans and how his back arched.

Klaus groaned softly at how quickly Y/n came again and swallowed the rich taste down his throat. He pulled his lips off of his tip and pecked his way back up his body.

Y/n's eyes were watery and round as he looked up at Klaus. His embarrassment was still very high but so was his lust.

"You're such a handsome boy" Klaus murmured softly, stroking his chest and kissing his jaw.

Y/n whined quietly and shyly pressed his lips to Klaus's making the hybrid smile in delight as he pulled him on top of him and laid on his back. Y/n slowly pulled back and shifted on his lap, blushing darker as he realised that Klaus was fully dressed and also that there was a strong chance of what might happen. He felt his nerves spike again and the embarrassment crawl back again.

"Y/n, love..." He murmured, stroking his waist "It's okay, I won't rush you baby"

"I'm sorry" Y/n whispered and Klaus tilted his head

"For what sweetheart?"

"For being slow..."

"Oh love" he sighed rubbing his back and pulling him as close as physically possible. "It isn't a bad thing at all. I'd much rather you're sure and you feel safe. I just want you to be mine."

Verbalising it wasn't necessary, they both knew that Y/n was already his but the confirmation was comforting.

(I had a couple requests for Klaus x male!reader in the past however I never got round to them. Hope this was okay for my first time writing it and I hope I can continue to make more 😉)

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It all happened so fast, one moment you were on a nice date, with a man that made your heart skip a beat, and the next, you were face down in his bed, with a nice firm hand coming down hard on your ass.

Elijah had been nothing but a gentleman, paying for your meal, holding your hand, being effortlessly sweet and sincere. But when you finally got him behind closed doors, you met the beast that he was hiding beneath those layers of gentlemanly charm.

It took him no time to pin you to his bed, stripping you of your clothes, kissing down your neck and sucking and biting marks into your skin. You let out a soft whine as he bit down, just at the base of your neck, before he pulled away.

"On your knees, baby, relax for me."

The command was simple, and it went straight to your cock, as you scrambled to do as he said, presenting your ass for him. You were nervous, no doubt, you'd never done anything like this before, and while you were enjoying every moment of it, you couldn't help the little voice of insecurity and doubt in the back of your head, that was telling you that you weren't good enough for him, that he would be disappointed with how little experience you had, or that he would find your body unsatisfactory in some way.

The power of his tongue quickly erased all of those thoughts from your mind, as he licked a hot stripe down your spine, his hands holding you firmly in place, so that you couldn't move an inch, while he explored every curve and dip of your body.

He moved further down, until his tongue was probing at your rim, and you let out a choked sob, the sensations were unlike anything you'd ever felt, and they were only enhanced by the feeling of his scruff, scratching along the skin of your ass and thighs, adding to the delicious mix of pain and pleasure.

"Good boy."

Those two words made you melt, you were desperate for more, for him to keep praising you, for him to tell you how good you were, and how well you were doing.

You gripped the sheets, trying desperately to hold yourself together, as he slipped his tongue inside, stretching and preparing you, his fingers digging into your skin, keeping you right where he wanted you.

You wanted to reach down and touch your aching cock, to get some kind of friction, but you didn't want to risk him pulling away. To even lose the feeling of his touch for a second was torture, and the longer you waited, the more you needed him.

He seemed to sense your desperation, reaching down to gently cup your balls, giving them a gentle squeeze, making you arch up into his touch.

He chuckled against your skin, and the vibrations made you shudder. You could feel him grinning, and he pressed a soft kiss to your thigh, before he spoke.

"Such a pretty boy, so eager for me. Tell me, have you ever had someone inside you before?"

You shook your head, your throat suddenly dry. He smiled again, replacing his tongue with his finger, working you open, the feeling of his fingers inside of you was so much different than his tongue, and the slight burn of the stretch, was making you see stars.

"Have you ever thought about it? Wanted someone to fuck you like this, to make you theirs?"

You whimpered, nodding again, and he laughed, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to the back of your neck.

"Hmmm, that's what I thought," he groaned, his hand coming down on your ass again, the sharp pain only made the pleasure even more intense, and you knew that you wouldn't last long, if he kept going.

He pulled his fingers out of you, and you were left empty, needing something, anything, to fill you.

He stood, stripping off his shirt and pants, his hard cock springing free. He was huge, thick and long, and the sight of it made you salivate. He leaned over your body, pressing his chest to your back, his hands wrapping around your neck, squeezing gently, and you gasped, bucking up into his hand.

He smirked, moving one hand to your jaw, holding it in place, while his other hand trailed down your body, wrapping around your cock, giving it a few firm strokes, and you moaned, grinding back against him.

"You want it baby? You want my cock inside you?"

You nodded, unable to form words, you could feel him, hard and aching against your back, and all you could think about was him being buried deep inside you.

You needed it.

You needed him.

He chuckled at your desperation, grabbing the lube from the bedside table and slicking up his cock, rubbing it against your ass. You moaned, bucking up, trying to get more of him, but he held you firmly in place.

He lined himself up with your hole, the tip brushing against you, teasingly. He was big, and you tensed up, expecting him to be rough, but he was gentle, his hands massaging your hips, soothing the sore muscles, and making you relax, and let him take control.

His lips were warm and soft, trailing down your neck, leaving marks as he went, and he slowly pushed in.

"Shhh, easy, sweetheart, relax."

You did, and he eased in, his cock filling you, stretching you. The stretch was incredible, and you felt so full, so complete, with him buried deep inside of you.

He waited a moment, letting you adjust to his size, before he started moving. He started slow and gentle, easing his cock in and out of you, his movements steady and measured, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure through you.

"Fuck, so good baby, taking me so well. So good, so perfect, just for me."

You nodded, unable to do much else, too overwhelmed with the sensation of his cock filling you, and his hands, holding you down, his voice whispering sweet praises in your ear, his mouth on your neck.

Your body was trembling, your legs shaking, and you knew that you weren't going to last long. His hand moved to your cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts, his pace increasing.

"That's it, do you like the way I stroke your cock, while I fuck your pretty little hole?"

You whined, and he smirked, leaning down and biting at your earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

"Tell me, baby. Do you like the way my cock feels inside you?"

You nodded, and he laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest, his hand moving from your neck, to grip your hair, yanking your head back, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"Use your words," he growled, and you whimpered.

"I love it, Daddy, please, fuck me harder, faster."

He grinned, leaning down and capturing your lips, kissing you deeply, his tongue slipping past your parted lips. He was relentless, pounding into you, his cock hitting your prostate, and making you cry out, his grip on your hair tightening, the slight pain mixing with the pleasure.

"Are you gonna come for me? Gonna be a good boy and come all over Daddy's cock?"

You nodded, the feeling building, coiling in your belly, and it didn't take long for the dam to burst, your orgasm crashing over you, and making you see stars. Your cock pulsed in his hand, shooting ropes of cum all over the sheets.

Your body was shaking, and your knees buckled, and he released your hair, his hand moving to wrap around your throat, and he pulled you back, flush against his chest, his lips pressing soft kisses to your neck, his hand coming down to stroke your cock, as he fucked you through your orgasm.

He groaned at the feeling of you clenching around him, and he was soon coming undone too, his cum spilling inside of you, filling you, and making you shiver, the feeling making you moan, and buck back against him, milking every drop from his cock.

He stayed inside you, holding you close, his breath ghosting over your neck, his hands gently running up and down your sides, soothing you.

You relaxed, melting back against him, the feeling of him pressed against your back, his arms wrapped around you, made you feel safe and warm, and loved.

He reached down, gently pulling out, and he kissed the top of your head, before getting up, returning moments later, with a towel. He cleaned you up, wiping away the evidence of your activities, his hands gentle, and soft.

The two of you fell into bed, and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close.

"If this is what you're like after one date, I can't wait to see how you'll be after a second," he chuckled, and you laughed, snuggling into his side, burying your face in his neck, and inhaling his scent.

"So you're saying there is a chance for a second date?"

"Absolutely, sweetheart, as long as you can keep up."

Did you think I was joking about the certificate?????? I WOULD NEVER

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Headcannon on Yandere/toxic Elijah after having a fight with him?

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◇ In my opinion, it is very rare to have a fight with dark/yandere Elijah. The reason is that Elijah is very determined to protect the gentleman image he has created around the reader. Thanks to this image, it is easier for him to manipulate the reader and keep it to himself. Moreover, although he got rid of his enemies and rivals, the reader does not suspect him. I think this fight broke out at Elijah's breaking point. However, he will most likely return to his gentlemanly attitude in a short time. He will try to end the fight immediately and repair his gentlemanly image in the eyes of the reader. However, do not underestimate Elijah's anger. Believe me, when he wants to, he can be even more dangerous, angry and cruel than Klaus.

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Hidden in the Shadows

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Characters:

• Cole Mikaelson: The youngest Mikaelson sibling, known for his rebellious and dangerous nature. Cole often hides his vulnerability behind a mask of cocky arrogance and is a master of manipulation. Despite this, his complex emotions, layered with fear of weakness and control, reveal a side of him that is rarely seen.

• The Reader (Female): A woman of strength and calm, capable of seeing through Cole’s tough exterior. She’s been the one person he allows to see the softer, more vulnerable side of him. Intelligent, confident, and calm, she knows how to navigate Cole’s complex emotions and provides him with the support and care he desperately needs but is afraid to seek.

Trigger Warnings:

• Emotional Vulnerability: The story delves into emotional vulnerability, with Cole allowing himself to surrender control in a private, intimate setting.

• Power Dynamics: The theme explores trust and shifting power dynamics between the characters, where Cole’s usual position of control is inverted for a moment of care.

• Mature Content: The intimacy and closeness between the characters can be seen as suggestive, but the focus remains on emotional connection and vulnerability rather than explicit content.

• Manipulation/Control: Though not overt, Cole’s past tendencies toward manipulation and control are discussed and contrasted with his current emotional state. The internal conflict he experiences due to these tendencies is explored.

• Domestic Care: The narrative involves a tender care-taking dynamic, where one character takes care of the other, helping him unwind from emotional stress. This could be sensitive for those triggered by themes of caregiving and dependence.

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At the center of the crowd stood Cole Mikaelson, the younger brother of Klaus and Elijah, his usual smirk on his face as he surveyed the room. His presence commanded attention, his dark suit making him stand out among the sea of glittering attire. He moved through the crowd like he owned it, his charming smile disarming those who dared approach him.

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The grand ballroom of the Mikaelson estate was alive with music, laughter, and the soft clink of glasses as the party in full swing. Vampires, witches, and immortals of all sorts were mingling in their finest attire, the elegance of the night contrasting the dangerous undercurrents that ran just beneath the surface. It was an event to celebrate power—power, history, and dominance.

But there was one thing that none of them knew. One thing that even his brothers were completely unaware of. He wasn’t alone.

A soft presence slipped into the ballroom, unnoticed by the bustling crowd. She was quiet, a contrast to the usual loud personalities that roamed the estate. The woman was elegant, dressed in a deep burgundy gown that clung to her frame, her hair falling in soft waves over her shoulders. Her eyes, sharp and confident, scanned the room before landing on Cole.

Without hesitation, she moved through the crowd, her presence barely registering to those around her. When she reached Cole, she placed a gentle hand on his arm. His expression faltered for a brief moment before it returned to its usual smirk, though his eyes softened as he turned to face her.

"Care to dance?" she asked, her voice low but commanding, full of the quiet confidence that those who truly knew her could never mistake.

Cole, though a man who ruled over others with an iron grip, was different when it came to her. The usual cocky arrogance in his posture faded as he took her hand, leading her onto the floor with a fluid motion. His brothers, Klaus and Elijah, had no idea who she was, or how much she controlled his every move. To them, Cole was the wild, reckless Mikaelson brother. But to her? He was something entirely different—soft, almost fragile when it came to her care.

She led him gracefully into the dance, a rhythm that only the two of them seemed to understand. The world around them blurred as they moved, the music swirling in the background as if it were part of their private moment. Despite the way Cole stood tall and confident, his eyes never strayed from her. He was in complete silence, but the way he held her close spoke volumes.

He wasn't the one in control here.

She didn’t let go of his gaze as she spoke, her voice low enough only he could hear, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she asked, her fingers lightly brushing against his skin.

He chuckled softly, though there was a glint of something deeper in his eyes, a look of rare vulnerability that only she would see. "You could say that," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of warmth. But despite the words, his eyes never left her. There was an unspoken trust between them—he would let her lead when it came to the two of them, but the rest of the world didn’t need to know that.

As they twirled across the floor, Klaus and Elijah, standing on the sidelines, took notice of the two. They’d never seen Cole dance like this, never seen him act so... different. Their eyes followed him curiously, but they didn’t recognize the woman with him. She was a mystery—a secret that Cole was keeping tightly under wraps.

"Who’s that?" Klaus muttered, his eyes narrowing as he watched the pair.

Elijah, ever the more observant, kept his thoughts to himself, though the curiosity was evident in his gaze. He had known his brother for centuries, and yet this new side of Cole—this calmness, this trust—was something he had never seen before. He turned his gaze back to the floor, his thoughts racing. What was going on with Cole?

But none of that mattered to Cole. As he continued to dance with her, he felt her hands guide him in a way that made him feel... protected. It was something he didn’t often allow himself to feel, but with her, he was completely at ease. He didn’t have to fight for control. He didn’t have to be the dominant one. Here, in the quiet between their movements, he could let go.

It wasn’t weakness, not in his eyes. It was simply trust. A trust he couldn’t show to anyone else.

The dance eventually came to an end, but their closeness remained. Her hand lingered on his shoulder as they pulled apart slightly, but she didn’t let go. She wasn’t done with him yet.

"Is it time for them to know?" she asked softly, a knowing smile crossing her lips. Her gaze flicked over to Klaus and Elijah, who were still watching the two of them, suspicion building.

Cole’s eyes darkened. He stepped closer to her, his voice barely a whisper in her ear. "No. They can’t know. Not yet. I’m not letting them see me that way. Not weak. Not with them."

She chuckled softly, but there was no mockery in her laugh. "I don’t think it’s weakness, Cole. You just need someone you can trust. Someone who knows you, who sees you for who you really are."

He hesitated, his eyes flicking over to his brothers again. "Not yet," he repeated. "Let them think what they want. I’m not ready for them to see me like this."

She nodded, her eyes softening with understanding. She wouldn’t push him. Not now, not when he wasn’t ready.

They stayed like that for a moment longer, standing in the midst of the ball, away from the prying eyes of the guests. Cole’s brothers may never know the real truth behind their bond, and that was how he wanted it for now. But she knew the truth. And in the silence between them, that was all that mattered.

"I’ll be here," she whispered, a soft promise, as the music continued to play in the background.

And Cole? He smiled, a rare, genuine smile that was only for her.

"Always."

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The night seemed to stretch on as Cole and his girlfriend walked away from the prying eyes of his brothers, the weight of their suspicion hanging heavy in the air. Their footsteps were silent in the grand halls of the mansion, the distant sounds of the party growing fainter the further they moved. Soon, they reached a private room tucked away from the hustle and bustle, an oasis of quiet intimacy amidst the chaos of the night.

The door clicked shut behind them, and in an instant, the walls seemed to close in around them. Cole exhaled deeply, his expression unreadable as he ran a hand through his dark hair. His usual mask of indifference seemed to slip, revealing a vulnerability he rarely allowed anyone to see.

She stepped toward him, her presence a calming force. His eyes followed her every movement, though he said nothing at first. There was a tension in the air, but it wasn’t the kind that came from confrontation. It was something deeper, something between them that neither of them could quite name yet.

"Relax," she said softly, her voice gentle but firm. She moved closer, her fingers brushing against the lapels of his suit jacket. "You don’t have to pretend to be in control here. Not with me."

Cole’s lips pressed together, and for a moment, he seemed to struggle with himself. His usual bravado was faltering, but he didn’t want to show it. Not to her. Not in this moment.

"You know I can’t just... let go," he muttered, his voice low, almost hesitant. "Not even with you."

She smiled softly, understanding the battle raging inside him. He was a Mikaelson—a creature of pride and power, someone who had never known the feeling of truly being cared for, let alone the luxury of surrendering control. But she could see the cracks in his armor, the way his shoulders sagged ever so slightly, the way his breath hitched in quiet moments like these.

She gently cupped his face in her hands, her thumbs brushing across the stubble on his jaw. "I know. But sometimes, it’s okay to let me take care of you. You don’t always have to be the strong one. Let me help you unwind."

Cole’s eyes darkened with a mixture of frustration and something else—something deeper, more primal. He was used to being the one in charge, used to controlling every aspect of his life. But with her... there was a part of him, a part he didn’t want to admit, that craved the release she offered.

Her hands slid down to his chest, slowly undoing the buttons of his jacket, her fingers gliding over his skin as if she knew exactly where to touch, where to apply pressure to ease the tension that coiled inside him. His breath caught in his throat, but he didn’t stop her. He couldn’t.

"You always think you have to do everything yourself," she whispered as she helped him out of his jacket, her movements deliberate and gentle. "But you don’t. Not with me."

She guided him to a nearby armchair, urging him to sit. Cole hesitated for a moment, his eyes dark with conflict, but eventually, he relented, sinking into the plush seat. He watched her as she moved around the room, her presence filling the space with an undeniable warmth. She was calm, collected, but there was a quiet strength in the way she carried herself, a strength that balanced his own.

She returned to him, kneeling before him as she removed his shoes, her touch tender yet purposeful. Cole’s gaze softened as he allowed her to take care of him, his usual pride slowly fading away. She could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw clenched with the effort of holding it all in.

"You carry so much," she murmured, her voice soothing. "Let me help you let go."

His eyes flickered with something that could have been vulnerability, but before he could speak, she placed her hands on his shoulders and gently began to massage the knots of stress that had built up there. Cole let out a low sigh, his muscles relaxing under her touch. It was rare for him to feel this kind of release, this kind of care.

For the first time in a long while, Cole let himself close his eyes, allowing himself to just exist in the moment. He wasn’t the powerful, feared Mikaelson. He wasn’t the scheming, manipulative villain. In this room, with her, he was just a man—someone who was allowed to be cared for, to let go of the constant pressure that weighed on him.

Her fingers worked expertly, kneading the tension from his back, her touch slow and deliberate, each movement designed to ease his mind and body. She could feel his breathing steadying, the tension in his body unwinding, piece by piece.

Cole let out another breath, quieter this time, his lips slightly parted as his gaze shifted toward her. "You’re making it hard for me to pretend," he said softly, the words hanging between them.

She looked up at him, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Good," she whispered. "You don’t have to pretend with me."

As the minutes passed, the room grew warmer, the air thick with the intimacy of the moment. She continued her soothing touch, her hands moving lower along his spine, massaging away the weight of his responsibilities, of his past, of the constant demands of being Cole Mikaelson.

Cole’s hand reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek, as if he were still unsure of the softness he was experiencing. He wanted to push it away, to retreat back into the hard shell he had built around himself, but something in her eyes, something in the way she was so completely at ease with him, made him stay.

She met his gaze, her hands pausing for a moment. "You don’t always have to be the one in charge, Cole," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "You’re allowed to let someone else take care of you, to take care of us."

The words lingered in the air, and for the first time in a long while, Cole allowed himself to believe them. He had been so afraid of weakness, so afraid of losing control, but with her, he could feel that maybe, just maybe, it was okay to let go.

Without saying another word, he leaned forward, his lips pressing against hers in a soft, almost tentative kiss. It was a kiss that spoke volumes—one that conveyed all the things they hadn’t said, all the feelings they hadn’t yet voiced.

As they pulled apart, Cole rested his forehead against hers, his breathing still slow and steady. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

She smiled, her hand gently brushing through his hair, her fingers threading through the dark strands. "You don’t have to thank me, Cole. I’ll always be here, taking care of you. No pretenses, no games. Just us."

For the first time in what felt like forever, Cole allowed himself to believe it. With her by his side, he didn’t have to be the villain. He didn’t have to be the cold, calculated Mikaelson. He could just be Cole, the man who was loved, even in his most vulnerable moments.

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[talia-19]

IM CRYING THE LAST ONE 😭😭

Incorrect Quotes

Klaus: What is this?

Y/n: Affection.

Klaus: Disgusting… Do it again.

———

Kol: I’ve always wanted to rescue a stray.

Picks up a Y/n.

———

Elijah: So, tell us a little bit about yourself.

Y/n: I’d rather not, I really like this group.

———

Kol: Truth or Dare?

Y/n: Truth.

Kol: I dare you to kiss me.

Y/n, leaning in and smirking: Well, I didn’t come here to lose.

Rebekah: They didn’t even say dare though-

———

Klaus: Can you be serious for five minutes?

Y/n: My record is four, but I think I can do it.

———

Y/n: I’m the type of person that likes to think things through.

Elijah: I once say you eat a marshmallow that was still on fire.

(Bonus) Y/n: That’s not the point.

———

Y/n: would you stop doing that?

Kol: To quote Hamlet, act III, Scene III, line 57, "no".

———

Y/n: What’s a medical name for the urge to do something stupid and reckless?

Rebekah:

Klaus:

Elijah:

Kol: No idea, but I’m sure it’s transmittable because now I have it too.

———

Klaus: How do you plead?

Y/n: …

Kol, mouthing: Not guilty

Y/n: ???

Y/n: Hot… Milky?

———

Y/n: I can’t deal with this right now, stress is bad for the baby.

Elijah: WHAT BABY?

Y/n: Me.

———

Y/n: I’m kind of crushing on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it.

Elijah: Just rip the bandage off.

Y/n: It’s Klaus.

Elijah: Put the bandage back on.

[delusionalwritingsofagay]

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

Three Originals Walk Into a Bar

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[cece693]

You're Just Jealous of Me

pairing: the salvatore brothers x male reader tags: reader knows he's manipulative and a slut, you just don't care tbh, Elena has an aneurysm from not being the main character, the brothers know they're getting played, you're just that hot/beautiful/perfect for them to give you up, Elena bashing, no incest

"I can't believe you." Elena exclaimed, her eyes growing misty as you were getting ready to head out with Damon on a date. It hadn't even been a week since they broke up (something about her needing stability or some other bullshit) and you didn't care. All that mattered was getting through yet another 'poor me' moment without killing her and making it seem like an accident.

Seriously, what did your sister expect? That Damon was going to stay single for the rest of his days until she made a fucking choice between him and Stefan? Perhaps some of her betrayal stemmed from the fact that Stefan had also rejected her ass and had made it clear he didn't feel anything for her anymore. So now poor Elena had no one while you played with both brothers.

And it wasn't even 'playing' per se if they knew about the whole situation. You could fuck any of them, and they'll be fine with it—a thing you made clear to them when this whole thing started. You liked both brothers, but having to choose just one was unfair—they both had traits that attracted you, and if you couldn't have both, then you'll settle for nothing. Like eager children they agreed. The arrangement was abnormal to others, but for you it worked—you dated both brothers, they still hated each other (entertaining fights arising from their competitiveness on who you liked more, who was 'rocking' your world, etc.) Simple really.

"Save the tears for the pillow, sister. I’m really not in the mood—nor will I ever be—to entertain your pity parties." Pulling on one of Damon’s leather jackets, you smirked. You were a sight to behold—not only would Damon be eager to rip the clothes off you, but half the population would, too.

It was fun stirring the pot, watching Damon bare his teeth at anyone who thought they stood a chance. Jealousy was his kryptonite, and while a part of you hated targeting one of his insecurities, you always reassured him in bed of your devotion, loyalty, and love.

Yes, because at the end of the day, you loved both Salvatore brothers. This wasn't just some passing fantasy, nor was it some revenge scheme against your sister (though you did love tormenting her with the fact that you were dating the two). You were willing to throw away your human life to become a vampire—to spend eternity by their side.

"Why are you doing this to me? What have I ever done to cause this!" Now there was the Elena you knew all too well—the one who constantly placed themselves as the victim, putting blame unto you because who could ever hate a girl who lost her parents?

You let out a humorless laugh, crossing your arms over your chest. “You really want to go there?” you snap, not bothering to hide the derision in your voice. “Fine. For starters, you’ve always made Jeremy and me feel like shit, and the few times you did act like a decent human being were just so you didn’t look like a total bitch.”

“That’s not true!” she protests, anger tightening her features.

“It is, Elena,” you spit back. “When our parents died, you didn’t do a damn thing to help us cope. You were so wrapped up in your own grief, your own fucking melodrama, that you never once checked on Jeremy or me—unless, of course, it was to nag us about how we were coping. When Jeremy started doing drugs, you freaked the fuck out. Not because you cared, but because you were afraid of how it might make you look. God forbid anyone sees that the 'perfect' Elena Gilbert can’t keep her family together or help her brother kick his drug habit.”

She flinches, but you weren't done. Oh, no. You were just beginning to go down the list of why you hated her ass. "Then, when I began to hook up with Damon, you acted like I was the cause of our parents death—no, that's on you because Elena couldn't help herself and got drunk, needing a ride home at midnight. Sleeping with Damon was like I'd personally betray you."

Her cheeks flush crimson. “Well, you did! You—”

“I did what, Elena?” You take a step forward, towering over her. “I moved on? Found something that might actually make me happy? Meanwhile, you’ve been stringing both Damon and Stefan along for God knows how long. You made your choice—you dumped Damon, tried getting back with Stefan, when he told you to fuck off, you tried going back to Damon and he said the same thing. So now you’re standing here, arms crossed, lip trembling, trying to put the blame on me because you lost your backup plan.”

Her lips press into a thin line, eyes brimming with tears. But you’ve seen this act before—she’ll blink prettily, glance away like a wounded animal, and wait for you to console her. Only this time, you won't.

“You are an asshole,” she hisses, eyes narrowed into slits. “He was mine first.”

That makes you laugh, a harsh sound echoing off the hallway walls. “Right...possessive much? People aren’t property, Elena. He’s not a damn handbag you lend out when it suits you. If Damon wants to be with me, that’s his call. And if I want to keep him, that’s mine.”

She trembles, either from anger or heartbreak—you can’t tell, and frankly, you don’t care. “Why would you do this?” she asks again, her voice cracking. “What have I ever done—”

You rolled your eyes so hard you got a slight headache. "Did you even listen to me? I have every reason to hate you, so does Jeremy and the rest of Mystic Falls. Those who continue to stand by you are either stupid or hope they'll get some attention from your desperate ass. I'm done. I’m done letting you guilt-trip me. I’m done tiptoeing around your precious feelings. I’m fucking over it, Elena.”

Just then, Damon appears in the doorway, that trademark smirk on his face. “Ready?” he asks, taking in the tension between you two. His gaze flicks to the tears glistening in her eyes before returning to you. “I’m guessing we’re skipping the family therapy session?”

“Therapy? More like the mandatory guilt trip, which I’ve politely declined.”

Elena’s voice wavers, “Damon, how can you just—”

He cuts her off with a raised hand, posture casual but his eyes dangerously dark. “Stop, Elena. What we had is over. You made that choice before, remember? I’m done letting you waltz in and out of my life whenever it’s convenient for you.” You can practically feel the hatred radiating off her in waves. She’s not used to being shut down, especially not by Damon, the semi-reformed bad boy who once hung on her every word. It must sting. Oh, well. Her loss.

“As much as I loved talking to you, sister, I do believe we're running late. Don't wait up and please, if you're going to continue crying, leave my room. Keep wallowing if you want. Hell, cry yourself a fucking river. Just don’t stain my carpet.” Without another glance at Elena, you brush past Damon, and he steps aside for you to lead. He follows, closing the door behind you both, leaving your sister alone in her silence.

You descend the porch steps and greet the night air with a sigh of relief, reveling in the silence that isn’t tainted by Elena’s incessant whining. Damon slips an arm around your shoulders, guiding you toward his car parked beneath a streetlamp. His touch is warm, confident—like he’s proud of the chaos you’ve left behind.

“She’ll get over it,” he says, glancing at you with one of those trademark smirks that used to make Elena weak at the knees. Now, it just fuels your own sense of dark satisfaction.

“She’d better,” you mutter. “I’m not putting up with her drama anymore. If she wants to play the victim, she can do it alone. I’ve got better things to do.”

Damon’s grin widens. “That’s the spirit. So, where are we headed, anyway? We never actually nailed down the specifics.”

You shrug, placing an arm around his waist and snuggling closer to his side. “Anywhere but here. Got a craving for something stiff—drink or otherwise.” The innuendo doesn’t slip past him. His eyes flash with interest, and you can’t deny that thrill you get from watching Damon Salvatore light up over you instead of your sister.

“Sounds like the Grill for starters,” he suggests with a casual tilt of his head. “They might have a halfway decent bourbon I can drown myself in. As for the ‘otherwise,’ well…” He lets the sentence hang, the possibility of later events sparking arousal for the both of you.

You’re about to respond when you spot Stefan leaning against Damon's Camaro. Typical. Even without super-hearing, you know he’s probably caught every word you exchanged with Elena. Damned vampires. "What are you doing here?" Damon was the first who spoke, hand tightening over your body. As if he was a child preventing his favorite toy to be taken away from him.

"Nothing, really. I was just walking around the neighborhood and saw your car parked. But now that I see you're here with my boyfriend, I guess I have time to join you two at the grill."

"Our boyfriend."

You simply laugh at Stefan’s innocent tone, shaking your head at the absurdity of it all. Just a few minutes ago, you were telling off Elena and storming out of the house. Now you’re pinned between two vampires—both of whom are technically yours, and you are theirs. Welcome to the wonderful, fucked-up world of Mystic Falls.

“‘Our’ boyfriend,” you echo, looking from Stefan to Damon. “Are you two seriously going to argue semantics right now? Pick a damn fight over who saw me first?” A scoff escapes you as you shrug off Damon’s possessive grip just enough to stand on your own. You’re not some chew toy they get to tug-of-war over.

Stefan cocks a brow, his expression cool but laced with a hint of smugness. “I’m not here to fight,” he says, his gaze flicking to Damon. “Just wanted to make sure I wasn’t excluded. Last time I checked, this was a joint arrangement.”

Damon’s jaw clenches. Clearly, he remembers crashing your date with Stefan last week—and how you’d had to smooth over the tension in ways that involved very little clothing and a lot of apologizing on his part. “We’re not excluding you, Saint Stefan. But we do have plans that don’t involve your pensive brooding.”

Stefan straightens, crossing his arms over his chest. “Oh, so your plan is to get drunk at the Grill and then…whatever else…” He waves a hand dismissively, “doesn’t appeal to me?” He tilts his head in mock curiosity. “You sure about that?”

You snort. “Children, please. If you both really wanted to rip each other’s heads off, you’d have done it ages ago. Let’s just go. All this talk is making my head hurt.”

Damon lets out a dramatic sigh, rolling his eyes. “Fine. But if Stefan starts preaching about morality or—God forbid—Elena, I’m leaving him to pay the tab.”

Stefan’s smirk grows. “I’d pick a better conversation starter than Elena, trust me.”

You give an unimpressed half-smile. “Don’t even mention her name. As far as I’m concerned, she doesn’t exist unless she’s blocking my path to a stiff drink.”

That shuts both of them up. They exchange a quick glance—some silent vampire communication or whatever—then Damon jerks his head toward the passenger door. “Shotgun’s yours,” he says to you, ever the gentleman when it comes to seating. To Stefan, he adds begrudgingly, “Guess you can squeeze into the back...or the trunk.”

Stefan’s lip twitches like he’s fighting off a retort, but he says nothing. Instead, he silently moves to the rear door. You can’t help but grin. It’s absurd that they both share you yet still bicker like five-year-olds over the smallest shit. But hey, maybe that’s part of the charm.

Once inside Damon’s Camaro, you sink into the leather seat, adjusting your legs as you feel Stefan’s presence behind you. The tension is thick—crackling with desire, frustration, and that constant competition. You kind of love it. Damon revs the engine, and the car peels away from the curb.

“Any chance we can make this a quick pit stop at the Grill?” you say, your gaze shifting between them. “I need something to eat, maybe a drink or two, but I’m not really in the mood to fraternize with the entire damn town.”

Damon flicks you a sidelong glance. “Someone’s impatient. Looking to skip straight to dessert, sweetheart?”

A grin tugs at your lips. “I’d just rather not get cornered by whichever idiot wants the latest gossip on Elena’s meltdown.”

Stefan leans forward, resting his forearms on the front seats. “We can be in and out in under thirty minutes. Grab some wings, maybe a bourbon—or three—and leave.” He lowers his voice suggestively. “After that, I wouldn’t mind some privacy.”

Damon makes a sound of reluctant agreement. “Deal. But don’t whine when you realize your tolerance is way lower than mine, Brother.”

Stefan just smirks. “Don’t worry about me, Damon. Worry about yourself.”

The quick banter settles into a charged silence as the lights of Mystic Falls blur by. The neon sign of the Grill soon comes into view, and Damon maneuvers into a parking spot with practiced ease.

“Let’s get this over with,” you mutter, pushing the car door open. “I’m not about to waste my entire night entertaining half-drunk townspeople.”

Stepping onto the sidewalk, you can already see a few familiar faces through the window—Caroline, Matt, maybe Tyler. You can’t be bothered to care. The only drama you want tonight is the kind that ends in moans, not tears. And if Elena hasn’t slithered over here yet, you might just get your way.

Damon slides an arm around your waist possessively again, and Stefan eyes the gesture with an annoyance that’s as old as time. You sigh inwardly. No matter how many times you remind them you belong to both, they still can’t help but try to stake their separate claims. Vampire pride, maybe.

As you head inside, the ambient chatter and smell of bar food envelop you. A few heads turn—this is Mystic Falls, after all, and you’re making a very public entrance with both Salvatores. Let them stare. Let them talk.

“Your usual table?” Damon asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes,” you say. “Let’s just grab a seat and order. I’m fucking starving.”

The three of you slip into a booth. Damon slides in beside you, Stefan on the opposite side. A cute server looks mildly flustered as she hands out menus. You can see her eyes flick between Damon and Stefan, likely recalling the messy history each has with Elena. If she notices you’re with them in a more intimate sense, she doesn’t comment. Probably for the best.

“So,” Damon says, flipping open the menu, “bourbon and wings? Or do we want to start with something stronger?”

Stefan doesn’t bother with the menu. “I’ll have what you’re having,” he says with a forced casualness, drumming his fingers on the table. He’s clearly aware eyes are on you three. You can practically feel the tension rolling off him—like he’s waiting for the next potential disaster.

You roll your eyes at the both of them. “Bourbon’s fine. Then if someone pisses me off, we can move on to whiskey shots until I forget this entire night.”

Damon flashes that trademark smirk. “You, pissed off? Shocking.”

Stefan snorts, finally cracking a faint smile. “I’m sure we’ll manage to avoid any drama.”

A short, barking laugh leaves you. “In this town? With the three of us in the same damn booth? Doubtful.”

But you push aside the building dread. Because at least you’re here on your terms, Elena’s sob story is miles away, and you have both Salvatores at your side—bickering, sure, but ultimately yours. And that realization, twisted as it might be, makes a satisfied grin curl your lips. With a raised brow, you signal the server for your order. Let the vultures talk, let Elena sulk. You’ve got bigger, better things to do tonight—and two vampires to do them with.

“Bring on the bourbon,” you say, leaning back. “I’ve got all fucking night.”

[kitkatkitzune]

MAKEUP MENACE

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Fem!Reader

Summary: You need a model to practice your skills, thankfully Elijah is there to help… and distract you.

Warnings: Sex jokes, Flirty!Elijah, Maybe OOC!Elijah?, My minimal makeup knowledge, inconsistencies in the tense it’s written in

Notes: Special thanks to @wholoveseggs for helping me brainstorm ideas for this fic!! I hope I did your suggestions justice!

Happy Valentine’s day everyone!!

Word Count: 1.5k

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You groan in frustration and throw your makeup brushes down, dropping your head onto your vanity table.

Elijah, who was sitting on the chair in the corner of your shared room, reading, looks up from his book, “Darling? What’s wrong?” he’s off of the chair and at your side in a matter of seconds.

You pick your head up from the table and look up at your fiancé, “This is just so frustrating! These stupid silicone molds are nothing like real skin!” you scoff, looking back at the table.

Elijah smirks, “So silicone is nothing like the real thing?”

“Yes, Elijah! That’s what I just said!”

“So… the real thing is better?”

“Am I speaking one of the two languages you don’t speak? Yes! I just said that!” you exclaim, looking back up at him.

His grin widens, “Silicone doesn’t compare to—“

“Elijah!” you scoff, slapping his arm as you finally catch on to what he’s doing.

He laughs, “My apologies, dear, I couldn’t help it.”

You scoff, “You’re a dick.”

“Ah, but you like my ‘dick’…” he pauses for a moment, “It’s certainly better than silicone.”

“Elijah,” you groan, dropping your head back onto the table, “you’ve been hanging around Kol too much,” you mumble into your arm.

“Kol?” he questions, “You talk about male genitalia with my little brother? I don’t know how to feel about that…”

You lift your head up a bit to glare at him and he chuckles again, “Okay, okay, I’m sorry, I’ll stop. What’s wrong?”

“I’m trying to learn this new technique and practice for my exam but the silicone face pieces are making it so difficult, it just won’t work the right way because it’s not skin!”

“So you need a model?”

You sigh, nodding, “And Rebekah isn’t here for me to practice on! She’s off galavanting around with Marcel, doing God knows what that I don’t want to think about!”

Elijah hums in thought before shrugging, “You could practice on me?”

“Really?” you beam, “You’d let me?”

“As long as you promise not to stab my eye out, I think we’ll be fine.”

You squeal, standing up from your chair, pushing Elijah to sit down and he does, man-spreading. You gather all of your supplies and Elijah watches you intently, happy to see you in your element.

“Okay, let’s get started…” you begin but Elijah raises a finger, making you trail off.

With dramatic flair, he pulls out his handkerchief and tucks it into his shirt as if he was about to eat a messy dinner.

You roll your eyes and he smiles, the corners of his eyes creasing, “What? I love you, truly, but this suit was nine thousand dollars… I don’t want it stained.”

You chuckle and step closer so you’re standing in between his legs, “Are you sure this isn’t going to fracture your masculinity?” you tease.

He laughs, resting his hands on your hips, “Dear, you forget I’m over a thousand years old, this isn’t the first time I’ve worn makeup.”

“I wish there were cameras back then,“ you whine, “I’d have loved to see you all ‘dolled up’,” you quote Elijah, he would always refer to you getting dressed up as getting dolled up.

“Maybe Nik has some old paintings…” you tap your finger to your chin, grinning when he groans and rolls his eyes.

After a bit of teasing, you finally begin your work, trying not to get too distracted by the way Elijah was rubbing up and down your hips. He smiles at you knowingly, making you scowl. Deciding two can play at that game, you straddle his lap, causing his eyes to momentarily widen.

“I hope you don’t sit on all of your clients like this…” he muses.

You giggle, “Only the really pretty ones,” you use the brush you were holding to boop his nose.

He hums, moving his hands to rub up and down your back as you do his eyebrows. When he realizes you’re no longer being affected by his teasing he lowers his hands until they reach the curve of your ass and squeezes.

You immediately halt your movements and lean back, smacking his shoulder, “Behave ,” you hiss.

“I am being a perfect gentleman.”

“More like a perfect menace.”

Finally, you get to the eyes. You dip your eyeshadow brush into the brown, tapping it against the pallet before placing it on Elijah’s eyelid.

“Brown?” he questions.

You hum, “Simple yet elegant, a classic.”

When you finish his eyes you uncap a red lipstick, “And a red lip, classic and bold.”

You finish applying the color to his lips, giggling at the way he had his lips puckered. You shriek when he leans forward, grabbing your face and placing kisses all over just like you do to him, leaving red lip marks behind. He finishes his onslaught of kisses by placing one on your lips.

He pulls back, admiring his work and you narrow your eyes, using your fingers to wipe away the smudged lipstick around his mouth.

After fixing his lipstick, you grab your hand held mirror to show him the final look.

“I look absolutely fabulous, you did fantastic sweetheart.”

“You think so?”

“I know so.”

You smile, happily, and hop off his lap much to his surprise, “Stay there! I need to get my phone so I can take a picture for my portfolio.”

You’re gone before he can even protest, practically bouncing down the stairs. You see Klaus and Hope on the staircase, you had completely forgotten they had gone out shopping. Little Hope was practically buried in shopping bags.

“Auntie Y/N!! Look at all my stuff!!”

“What on earth happened to your face…?” Klaus trails off, referring to the kiss marks, you ignore him, addressing Hope.

“In a second, honey, I promise!” you pluck a few of the bags out of her arms, revealing her face, “I have to get my phone, I need to get a picture of Elijah!” you continue down the stairs.

“Elijah?” Klaus raises a brow, stopping in his spot on the steps, “Is the noble stag actually smiling for once in his immortal life?”

“No? Yes? Maybe!” you exclaim, “It’s for my portfolio!” you pass Klaus, grabbing a few more bags from Hope and she rushes up the stairs after you.

When she sees Elijah, she bursts into a fit of giggles, “Uncle ‘Lijah! You look pretty!”

Elijah shoots you a look before scooping Hope up in his arms, she pokes his rosy cheeks and laughs again.

“Pretty silly,” Klaus says, leaning on the doorway, making his presence known.

“Niklaus,” Elijah sighs.

“No! Just pretty!” Hope exclaims.

“Y/N,” Klaus pushes off the doorframe to leave the room, “be a doll and send me whatever pictures you take…”

“Yes!” Hope squeals, “And me too! Send them to me!”

“Hope, you don’t have a cellphone,” Elijah deadpans.

“Oh.”

“But we can send them to your mother!” you smirk, trying to suppress a giggle when Elijah glares at you.

Hope giggles and runs out of the room, yelling for her mother to come see ‘pretty Elijah’.

Elijah sighs and you smile, shrugging, “You’re the one who said it’s better to indulge him.”

“I suppose I did say that…”

You take a few photos of him and set your phone down, “Hope’s right, you do look pretty.”

“Well I think you’re prettier.”

He smiles and stands up, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you as close as possible to press a sweet kiss to your lips.

“Ew!” Hope yells from the doorway, causing the two of you to pull apart. She’s standing there, carrying her own makeup box that she had just got during her shopping trip with Klaus.

An idea suddenly pops into your head, making you grin, “Hey Hope, you want to make Elijah pretty?”

Seemingly forgetting about the whole previous interaction, Hope smiles, hopping up and down, “Yes! Can I make you pretty uncle Elijah?”

Elijah widens his eyes at you, as if you had just sent him to the slaughter, “Well, I have all this makeup on already, sweetie.”

“Oh come on, Elijah,” you smirk, “I can easily take that off! Let the girl do your makeup!”

“Please uncle Elijah! I promise I’ll do a good job!”

Between your encouragement and Hope’s adorable little pouty face, Elijah couldn’t say no.

Which is how he ended up with cheap, glitter makeup rubbed all over his eyelids and cheeks with cute little bows in his hair.

“I’m going to be a makeup artist! Just like you, aunt Y/N!” Hope grins at you, unveiling her work.

By some miracle, you manage to contain your laughter even as Elijah narrows his eyes at you.

“You did great, sweetheart! Isn’t that right, Elijah?”

“Yeah,” his voice almost cracks, “I look beautiful.”

Hope grins, running out of the room, shouting for everyone to come see ‘pretty Elijah’ again, making Elijah groan and bury his face in his hands.

You laugh and he looks up at you, “I’m glad you enjoy my suffering.”

“Oh honey,” you smile, placing your hands on his shoulders, “I’m your fiancé, of course I do.”

[elijahstwink]

Hello love 🤍 I was wondering if you would like to write nsfw alphabet Elijah mikaelson ❤️ because he is the daddiest of them all 🫠

𝓔𝓵𝓲𝓳𝓪𝓱 𝓜𝓲𝓴𝓪𝓮𝓵𝓼𝓸𝓷

NSFW Alphabet

This is for Elijah x f!reader

Thank you @b1tchy for being my first request :)

I wanted to do a male version cause I’m a guy but I just didn’t know if anyone would like that.

𝓐 - Aftercare - Does he do it/ What is it like?

Of course Elijah does aftercare. He loves to clean you up with a bath or a wet towel, whispering praises in your ear. Although sometimes he struggles to not clean you with his tongue instead. He also is super cuddly.

𝓑 - Blood

I mean blood play kind of comes along with being a vampire. Elijah is very cautious with it though due to his past trauma. He likes to feed from your thighs, even though there isn’t as much blood flow as the neck. When he feeds you he does it from his wrist. Sitting you on his lap and holding your hair out of your face.

𝓒 - Cum

Elijah’s a neat guy, everyone knows that. Well sex isn’t any different. Elijah would 100% prefer to cum inside you then lick you clean or cum inside your mouth instead of coming on your body.

𝓓 - Dominance

Elijah is extremely dominant most of the time. He enjoys being in control and watching you come undone by his hands or cock. That being said there is also a more submissive side of him that doesn’t come out as often, a side that wants you to tie him down a chair and edge him for hours while riding him.

𝓔 - Edging

Well talking about edging. Elijah is pretty neutral about it. As much as he loves to make you cum over and over, he also enjoys edging you for hours to give you that one extremely powerful orgasm.

𝓕 - Fantasy - A fantasy of his

Elijah has definitely had a fantasy about fucking you while in his red door mode, naked with blood running down his body. He’s ashamed of this though.

𝓖 - Grooming Habits - Hair not the other grooming u weirdos

Elijah keeps everything down there as neat as he does the rest of him. He keeps some hair but would be willing to go bare if you wanted.

𝓗 - Hard ons - What gets him hard?

Neediness. Knowing you want him turns him on immensely. When you beg him for anything with those big doe eyes he can’t help but want to shut you up with his cock down your throat.

𝓘 - Ick - What gives him the Ick?

Elijah wouldn’t be comfortable sharing you with anyone else. His possessiveness gets the better of him. You’d probably find another guys heart in Elijah’s fist before you could get near him.

𝓙 - Jokes - does he joke around during it?

Elijah’s pretty serious when it comes to sex, especially due to his dominant role. but there has definitely been times when he cracks.

For example that one time when he was fucking you against the wall so hard that it literally cracked down the middle. He couldn’t help but burst into laughter when he put you down and saw it.

𝓚 - Kinks

Elijah definitely has a size kink. He adores princess treatment and loves the idea of your hand being too small to wrap around his cock. The first time your belly bulged when he was fucking you he instantly came like a horny teenager.

However his size kink doesn’t mean skinny, he finds all body types attractive.

𝓛 - Lasting - How long can he last?

Elijah is a thousand years old… I’d say he could last the same amount of time.

𝓜 - Marks

Elijah is a private type of person, so if he was to mark you (assuming you are human) then it would be somewhere hidden. His favourite place to leave hickeys is on your thighs.

As for other marks, he loves to see the effect he’s had on you with tear stains, handprints on your ass or rope burn on your wrists.

𝓝 - Names - What names does he like to be called/call you?

You cannot tell me this man doesn’t have a sir/daddy kink. He fully plays into the parental role outside the bedroom anyways so why not in? He’d also be happy to only do one or the other if you didn’t like it.

He’d be pounding you from behind, your back against his chest with one hand around your throat and the other playing with your clit.

“You like how daddy’s fucking you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.”

As for what he would call you

Baby, angel, my love, princess and darling are all ones he commonly uses. For more intense moments he uses: Brat, minx, slut and whore.

He also loves to say ‘my girl’ and ‘good girl’.

𝓞 - Oral - is he more into giving or receiving?

Elijah is a gentleman, so he definitely prefers to give. He could spend hours between your legs without even thinking about himself.

However he would never say no to using your mouth. Making you choke on his cock until tears stream from your doe eyes absolutely wrecks him.

𝓟 - Pain

Despite being very dominant, Elijah is a gentle man. He wouldn’t go further than spanking you with his hand or pulling your hair unless you asked.

As for himself, he loves the feeling of your nails dragging down his back, drawing blood then healing so you can do it again.

𝓠 - Queer - what’s his sexuality?

I will always say that anyone who has lived as long as Elijah has tried everything. Personally I believe Elijah likes who he likes, regardless of gender. He’s definitely fucked and been fucked.

He’d be amazing with different pronouns if you asked.

𝓡 - Role - Top / Bottom / Switch?

Elijah is 100% has a top mentality. However if you wanted to peg him I doubt he’d say no to you.

𝓢 - Sex Position - What’s his favourite?

Elijah loves doggy, especially when he pulls your back up against his chest so you’re both kneeling.

𝓣 - Tease - is he a tease?

Elijah is a massive tease. He will sit in an armchair pretending to read a book while you kneel at his feet, begging and working yourself up until you’re rutting against his dress shoe. Then when you’re almost crying from desperation, he’ll pay you attention (even though his eyes have been stuck on the same word in his book the whole time, too distracted by your whines.)

𝓤 - Unique - something that makes him unique.

Elijah finds it really hot when you’re completely naked on his lap while he’s fully clothed. Sometimes he purposely leaves his clothes on just for that feeling of dominance.

𝓥 - Volume - How loud is he?

Elijah doesn’t moan that loud. He’s more of a grunter. But it’s never quiet with him, he makes up for his quiet moans with his dirty talk. He is the definition of ‘talk you through it’ and can’t help but constantly communicate to make sure you’re happy with everything he’s doing.

𝓦 - Wild Card - anything

Elijah loves when you ride his thigh, especially with his suit still on. He always chuckles at the embarrassed flush of your cheeks when you see the big stain your release left on his pants, ruining his immaculately clean look.

𝓧 - X-Ray - what’s he packing?

He’s just above average in length. But when I tell you Elijah fucking Mikaelson is THICK. His girth is unmatched, always stretching you to your limit, reaching every spot inside you.

𝓨- Yearning - how often is he horny?

Elijah will usually let you initiate any sex, but only because he’s polite. Secretly he would be in the mood to take you anywhere at anytime. You make him feel like a teenage human again, with a libido the size of Nebraska.

(Idk why Nebraska I’ve never set foot in the us lol)

𝓩- Zzz - is he tired after/ does he sleep straight away?

Unlike those sparkly cum coloured bitches in twilight, Elijah does sleep. He always holds you and waits until he’s certain you are asleep and happy before he drifts off.

Thanks for reading guys hope u liked it ;)

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[supercap2319]

"Freya, Rebekah? Why are your brothers so obsessed with me? Seems like I can't go five minutes without one of them trying to court me. Y/N stated as he walked into the dining area with the two Mikaelson sisters.

Rebekah put down her drink and gave him a pointed look. "Don't be daft, darling. You know you enjoy the attention."

"And I don't think I've ever seen dear Finn in such a disarray situation before." Freya added.

"And neither Nik, Kol, or Elijah."

"Well, maybe I enjoy it a little. I mean it's not everyday a baby vampire hybrid gets to enjoy the attention of the most powerful vampires in existence." Y/N smiled. "Speaking of which, I'm going to go change into that blue speedo that Jeremy sent me."