#Stefan Salvatore x girlfriend reader
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Always & Forever
poly!mikaelsons x reader (kol, elijah, & rebekah)
summary: a slip of tongue confession leads to a world of trouble between the mikaelsons and the salvatores. but little do any of them know, it's exactly what was needed to promise a perfect future.
tags: smut, love confessions, mild exhibitionism, lingerie, blood drinking, begging, foursome (no incest), praise kink, choking, vaginal sex, oral sex, fingering, blowjobs, overstimulation, dirty talk, cuddling
word count: 6k
“I think my girlfriend is falling in love with my brother,” Kol says, with a look to each of the Salvatores, “but unlike you two, we’re actually quite capable of sharing women.”
Both scoff, and Stefan rolls his eyes. Damon takes a long sip of bourbon before smirking. “Prove it.”
Three days later, the brothers show up unannounced on the Mikaelsons’ porch, ready to find the proof themselves. Their conversation with Kol didn’t really end; the man just smiled and gave a wink, but didn’t offer any proof to his statement. He left the grill soon after that, too, convincing the Salvatores that he was just a cocky liar. Determined to prove their enemy wrong, they planned a surprise dinner in the other’s own house, specifically choosing a day they know you’ll be there.
It’s a Sunday, and Klaus has been in New Orleans all weekend doing who-knows-what, leaving you alone with the other three siblings. You were originally a loyal friend of Elena’s, until she fell for Damon and you fell for Kol. Ever since then, your friendship has been in shambles and the two of you barely speak. The only reason the brothers were even talking to Kol about you is because you all ran into each other at the grill. You were playing pool with Elijah, while the younger watched from afar. Stefan and Damon approached to pester him about it, only to receive the answer they did.
Now, they were going to prove Kol wrong. They had been through this before with both Katherine and Elena. One woman cannot love both brothers; she will always pick one, and the two will become divided over it. It was only a matter of time for the jealousy to seep through, and neither brother could wait to see it happen.
When they ring the doorbell, it’s Elijah who answers. “What may I help you with, brothers?”
Damon smirks, “we’ve decided to invite ourselves over for dinner. How does that sound?”
“And whatever has given you this idea?”
“Just a talk we had with your little brother the other day. Nothing bad, we promise.”
“Convincing,” he mutters, not at all convinced. “Well, I guess then, come in. I’ll find Kol.”
Kol isn’t hard to find. When Elijah walks into the living room, trailed by the Salvatores, he finds you and your boyfriend curled up together on the couch. Elijah clears his throat, grabbing both of your attentions.
“Oh, look who it is - the less famous brothers,” Kol greets with an attitude. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
You don’t say anything, but tense up at the sight of the two. Neither have been pleased with you lately, and their sudden appearance can’t be anything good.
“They have come by for dinner,” Elijah supplies. “Which, luckily enough, should be ready now.”
Just as he predicts, Rebekah comes into the room, hands in oven mitts. “Did I hear the Salvatores are coming over for dinner?” She looks over to them, “oh, and they’re already here. What fun. Y/N, darling, would you please help me carry the dishes to the table?”
You nod quickly, happy to get away from the men.
“You make your sister cook for you?” Damon grunts as you and Bekah disappear.
“No, no, we all take turns. Kol was yesterday. I have tomorrow.”
“But sometimes none of us do and we just sip on blood all night.”
“You feed Y/N blood, too?”
“Well she’s not here every night, unfortunately. But if she is here on a sipping-night, we’ll still make her something,” Kol says sternly, not liking Damon’s tone.
Stefan decides that now is a good time to interrupt. “So what’s Rebekah making?”
“We’ll have to see. Shall we?”
Five minutes later, the six of you are sitting around the table enjoying a steak meal, just red enough to satisfy both vampires and human. The seat you’ve chosen has you between Kol and Rebekah and across from Damon and Stefan, while Elijah, per usual in Klaus’ absence, sits at the head. You can tell he likes sitting there; the head of the table always gives the sitter a feeling of power. Dominance. Like how he dominates the conversation despite Damon’s numerous attempts to try.
“I was just curious about your brother’s whereabouts. What exactly is he doing in New Orleans?”
“It isn’t your place to know about what he’s doing, and frankly, I don’t know every little thing he does either. I’m not his babysitter.”
“But you’ve got to know something.”
“Who am I to tell? It’s not my business, nor yours.”
“So if-”
At this point, the three of you zone out entirely. You have been pestering Kol the whole dinner, but now you’re really starting to bug him, rubbing your foot up and down his leg. The action makes him squirm in his seat, which only encourages you further, and now Rebekah’s giggling at the both of you. In return, Kol lands a hand on your thigh, squeezing it ever so often. You then poke him in the side where you know he’s ticklish.
Little do you know, Rebekah wants to join in, but doesn’t want to cross a line with her brother. Little does she know, you want her to join just as badly.
Meanwhile, the discussion between the others is growing intense. Damon is getting more aggressive; Elijah, more defensive; and Stefan, more anxious.
“This conversation isn’t going anywhere,” he tries, “maybe we should-”
“Klaus goes in and out of Mystic Falls way too often. I like to know where my enemies are, so if he would just stay in one place, that’d be great. He-”
Finally, Stefan cuts his brother off completely. “What I would like to know is if Kol’s words have any truth in them.”
The room silences immediately.
“That’s why we’re here, right, brother?”
Damon stiffens at being interrupted, but then relaxes, a smirk on his face. “Yes, actually.”
“Whatever do you mean?” Elijah cocks his head. “Kol?”
“I don’t know what he’s talking about.”
“Oh sure you do? What was it? At the bar?”
“We go to the bar fairly often, Damon, you’ll have to be more specific.”
“You don’t remember? Y/N and Elijah were playing pool. You were watching, telling us what was on your heart…”
Kol raises his eyebrows before scoffing. “That.”
“Yes, that.”
“First of all, I wasn’t spilling my heart out to you two dumbasses. There was no heartfelt moment there.”
“Oh, really? I thought we were having a moment.” Damon frowns with a sad puppy dog look. Fake, of course.
“You thought wrong then. I was only sharing an observation.”
“So? Is there any truth in what you said?”
Kol shifts uncomfortably, not liking being on the spot like this.
“Aw, Damon, he’s shy. Let’s give him space.”
“No, hold up,” Kol stops them, “not shy about anything, I just don’t like to put my girl in situations like this.”
At the mention of you, you look up in question.
“Well maybe you shouldn’t talk about ‘your girl’ when she’s not there to hear it.”
By now, Rebekah’s had enough, “whatever are you two daft dimbos on about? Kol would never do anything to hurt her. He loves her. Speaking of which, we all do, so you better not say anything bad.”
“Oh I bet you all do,” Damon smirks again.
“Say what you want and be done with it,” Elijah tenses, “or get out.”
“You want to do the honors?” Damon turns to his brother.
“No, you’re good.”
“Alright.” He stands up as if he were making a speech. “Kol told us that he thinks his girlfriend over here, Miss Y/N, sweet little Y/N, is falling in love with his brother. Then he tried to tell us that you guys are good at ‘sharing women’.” The man laughs, “as someone who’s shared a woman with my brother, that never ends well. One, or all of you, are gonna be real sad when she either picks one and divides you from your family, or leaves you all and never looks back. So I say, pick your poison now, ‘cause it’s gonna happen someday.”
Damon sits back down looking very proud of himself. Kol, on the other hand, looks mortified. You, Bex, and Elijah have no idea what to do with that information. It’s dead quiet for too long.
“Darling,” Kol finally says, “can I talk to you?”
“Of course.”
You leave the table with him, but no one picks up any conversation as you go.
As soon as he gets to the kitchen, he runs the sink water so the vampires in the room over would have a harder time overhearing. He then puts his hands over his face and avoids eye contact with you.
“Darling, I’m so sorry. I hadn’t meant for that to come out the way it did, nor to say it to those two, and I certainly didn’t expect for them to reiterate it straight back at you. I can’t believe I could be so stupid. I’m so sorry. I understand if you hate me for it. I-”
“Kol,” you call him for the fourth time during his rant. This time, though, you take his hands and make him look at you. “You’re not stupid.” He finally looks at you, but doesn’t reply. “And I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. You don’t have to apologize.”
“But I subjected you to their vile jokes. Made you look like a groupie or something to my family.”
You have to stop for a second and giggle. Of course, he’s immediately confused. “Why are you laughing?”
“Did you just use the term, ‘groupie’? That’s so seventies, Kol.”
“That’s what you’re worried about?”
“No, no, I’m just- I’m sorry. It was just funny to me.”
“What word was I supposed to use?”
You laugh again, “I don’t know.”
“Okay, well, I shouldn’t have used any word, because you’re not that, but I made you look like that to those bloody idiots.”
“Kol, it’s okay. I’m not upset with you. With them, yes, for doing that in front of everyone. But only for your sake, not my own. And besides, I can live with being an original groupie.”
He nods, hearing you’re not upset, but then narrows his eyes. “Wait…”
You swallow hard. “It’s not entirely wrong. I don’t like admitting it, but I’d be lying if I said there was nothing there.” You pause, giving him time to react. He only nods for you to continue. “I know Elijah’s liked me to some extent ever since we started dating. At first, I brushed it off, but the more I’m around you all, the more I find myself starting to like it.”
Not sure how to answer the latter, he starts with the first. “To some extent? Darling, he’s in love with you.”
You half smile, “I know.”
“But?”
“I don’t know how to say this, Kol. It’s weird.”
In one fell swoop, he picks you up and sits you on the bare counter. He stands to be in between your legs, then cups your face with his hands. “It’s alright, Y/N. Tell me.”
“I love you. There’s no doubt about it. I would die for you.”
His heart races. Sure, he’s heard those words a thousand times, but each time, his heart acts the same way. “I love you, too, darling. Nothing you could say would make me love you less.”
“Good, because I don’t want to lose you. I want to love you for eternity. But… you’re right.” You take a deep breath. “I’m also falling for your brother.”
Kol doesn’t seem fazed by this. If anything, he seems relieved.
“Are you okay?”
“I was afraid you were going to say you wanted him instead.”
Your eyes go wide, “no! Baby, no way. But… if it’s something you’re okay with, I wouldn’t mind being an original groupie.”
He laughs at your choice of words. “That is certainly something I am okay with. You can love whomever you like. I’m just glad you still love me, too.”
“I will always love you, Kol.”
He kisses you deeply, bringing a hand to your back to steady you. “And I love you. And like I said, I am willing to share my girl if it makes her happy. Plus, I trust my brother to keep you and your heart safe.”
You smile, then bite your lip.
“What is it?”
“One more question.”
“Hm?”
“Do you trust your sister, too?”
“You’re in love with Bex, too?”
You can only shrug. A blush rises to your cheeks.
He shakes his head playfully. “Of course I trust my sister. Let’s say this: I trust my family with my girl and her heart.”
“Sounds good,” you peck his lips, then his nose.
“Soooo… do you want to go back out and prove to Damon and Stefan that my family can both share and protect women better than they can?”
“Certainly,” you pop off the counter with Kol’s hands on your waist. “And I can’t wait to see the look on Bex’s and ‘Lijah’s faces when I kiss them unexpectedly.”
You little troublemaker,” he grins as he turns off the faucet, “you fit into this family perfectly.”
◇◇◇◇
A chat about the weather is the only conversation happening when you re-enter the dining room. A big sigh of relief comes from everyone when they see you.
“I hope you’re willing to pay the water bill next month, Kol, because that was a long time to have it running.”
“Relax, brother. Y/N and I were just having a little chat.”
“Oh really?” Damon smirks, “did she slap you for what you said about her? Because that would be well deserved.”
“On the contrary, Damon,” you say, returning to your chair. Kol sits in his, though you only stand behind yours. “It actually gave us time to talk about some things that probably wouldn’t have been brought up otherwise.” As you talk, you make your way to Elijah’s side, putting your hands on his shoulders.
“Ah, and what would that be, Miss Y/N?”
You grin, “why talk about it when I can show you?” Before Damon can answer, you trail your fingers along the man’s face to his chin, feeling the stubble along his jaw. The group sees your eyes roll back in your head, then they watch you move to stand in front of him. “Hi,” you say, blushing mad.
He mouths, ‘what are you doing?’
You’re too giddy to answer; it’d probably come out in a stutter. So, you only smile instead. Then, bending slightly, you lean forward, grabbing and pulling on his tie in the process, and kiss him passionately. His body goes limp immediately, satiated by your kiss after wanting it for so long. The fact that you have him by his tie, dominating him just a bit, doesn’t help his case. Your other hand rises back to his jaw, holding him in place. After a second, the reality of the matter kicks in and he kisses back, bringing his own hands up to your face gently.
Seated directly behind you are Kol and Bex, half of their attention on the scene, and half on the lingerie peeking out from under your skirt. Kol knows damn well you did that on purpose, and he feels himself getting hard at the thought. As for Rebekah, she’s conflicted. She’s not sure if she’s allowed to feel the warmth in her core that you’re making her feel, or if she’s allowed to steal a glance at the black garter adorning your thighs. She tries to poke her brother to ask, but every time she moves her finger, one of the Salvatores glance over to see the younger two’s reaction.
After about a minute, you let go of Elijah and lick your lips. You then stand up and smirk at the brothers. “What would that be, you ask? Well, it gave me a chance to tell my loving boyfriend,” you’ve made your way back to Kol now. Once you’re behind him, you turn his head toward you with a finger on his chin, then kiss him with the same intensity. “That, not only do I love him, but also that I’m falling in love with his brother, as he suspected.” Then you grin again, “but what he didn’t know, but also just learned, is that I’m also falling in love with his sister, too.” After confessing, you bend over to kiss Rebekah as you did Elijah, with your lace set partially on display for the man. His eyes catch it instantly and become locked on you. Meanwhile, Kol, in touching distance, grabs onto your thigh. His hand almost disappears under your skirt completely. The sudden feeling makes you moan into Rebekah’s mouth, causing her to grab the back of your neck and kiss you harder.
Eventually, a cough from Stefan pulls you out of the make-out session. You stop and take your seat back, though Kol’s hand doesn’t leave your body.
“Wow,” he comments with nothing else to say.
Damon, of course, has a reply. “Since you’re sharing, you can give us a kiss, too,” he mocks.
“Nu uh,” you wiggle a finger, “I’m reserved for Mikaelsons only. Plus, I don’t think your girlfriend would like that too much.”
He rolls his eyes. “Only playing.”
“So,” Stefan starts, rather awkwardly. “Dinner was great, Rebekah. Was I wrong to assume you’d be serving dessert tonight, too?”
“Not entirely,” she stands, “I did make one for us. Though it seems you’ll be the only ones eating it, for I already had mine just now.”
She’s on her way to the kitchen when you chuckle, “there’s no way that filled you up, Bex. That was just an appetizer. Trust me, dessert’s way better.” You give her a wink.
The girl’s knees nearly give out. “Is it now?”
You’re about to answer when a squeak leaves your lips instead. Kol’s moved his hand from your thigh to having a finger on your clit. He puts the lightest bit of pressure on it, then says, “she’s right, sister. Dessert’s much better.”
Rebekah goes completely red and hurries to the kitchen to hide her face. Elijah, on the other hand, swallows hard. He’s not sure how he feels about doing something like this with the Salvatore brothers watching. He knows that Kol is, and always has been, rather wild, but this? And if he’s going to be allowed to touch and pleasure you for the first time, he doesn’t want them there. Nor should they be so honored to see your body unclothed; that should be a sight only for those chosen by you.
Elijah’s tempted to pull Kol aside and bring up these concerns, but that would require leaving you alone with the Salvatores. That is something he’d much rather not do. Luckily, Rebekah comes back just in time.
“For you two, who don’t get to share the beautiful Y/N,” she smirks. “Please, feel free to take it home with you so we can get on with private business here.”
Elijah relaxes at her words, but then stiffens again at Damon’s.
“Oh no, we were promised that you could maintain a four way relationship and not fight. We are going to see this through.”
“That was never included, Damon,” Kol snaps, “all you were promised was that we could, not that you could see it. All you’re allowed to see of my girl is what she allows you to see.”
“Your girl?”
“Don’t push it. You’ve already pushed it by welcoming yourselves here anyway. And yes, she is my girl. Just because she shares her love doesn’t mean she’s not still my girl.”
“How do you feel about that?” The man nods to you. “A family of vampires sharing you?”
You giggle as Kol pulls you into his lap. “I don’t know if this has escaped you, Damon, but I gave in before either of these two did. I love them all as much as they do me.”
“Until you fall more in love with one and break the rest of their hearts.”
“I am not Katherine. I’m fully capable of loving them without hurting them. Just you see,” you challenge, a glint in your eyes.
The brothers look to Elijah, knowing he’s been through the ringer with Katherine as well. To their dismay, he’s smiling. “The girl is right. She isn’t Katherine. She has a similar fire, yet is much more kind. Maybe if you two had been so lucky to stumble upon her first, you’d learn that not all women are like Katherine.” Before Damon can argue, he continues, “fortunately for us, and rather unfortunately for you, she’s ours.”
Stefan’s about to comment, but then he sees you smirking. The glint in your eyes, still apparent, and sharp like a dagger, as if daring him to try to convince you otherwise. At that moment, he decides it’s not even worth it to try. He turns towards his brother. “Well. Guess we have to let them figure it out on their own.”
“Guess so.”
Not long after that, the Salvatores are finally out the door, Rebekah’s pies in hand. Damon makes it very clear that if he isn’t allowed to see the action, that he is certainly taking the dessert he is allowed to have. And, he isn’t going to make any effort in returning Rebekah’s pans, either.
“Whatever, don’t care about the pans, go away,” you say, pushing them out the door. “Bye now!” You lock it the minute they’re out. Then, you turn around to face the three vampires looking at you. “Hi.”
“Hello, darling. Quite a pickle you’ve found yourself in,” Kol smiles at you.
Rebekah takes a step towards you. “Are you sure you can handle all three of us, love? It is a lot to handle.” She seems more like she’s challenging you into submission rather than actually asking you the question. You’ve proven you want all of them, now it’s just a matter of seeing if you can catch up.
Your answer is on the tip of your tongue - an equally sassy reply that will tell her everything she needs to know. But then Elijah approaches you with a comment before you can say it.
“Maybe we should talk about this first. Y/N-”
“Oh, enough talking,” you walk over to him, “haven’t we been talking all night?”
His lips curl into a smile, “guess we have. Is this really what you want?”
“Yes, ‘Lijah.”
“Then you shall have it.”
You give three seconds. Three seconds to search his eyes for any hesitation. Three seconds for anyone to speak up with a counter. Nothing. Not a second after is wasted as you rise to your toes to kiss him again. He kisses back deeply, tapping your waist for you to jump. He holds you in place with strong arms, fighting everything to not push you up against the wall. He knows if he does, his siblings will protest.
The protest comes anyway.
“Elijah, you’re stealing the girl,” Rebekah whines.
With a sigh, he speeds you over to the nearest room and sets you down on the bed. As he catches his breath from the adrenaline, Rebekah wastes no time rushing to you and peppering you in kisses. Kol’s not far behind, laying you down the minute Bex comes up for air. Your head rests in his lap while he plays with your hair. Elijah quickly comes back into play, feeling the fabric that is the only thing separating them from seeing you wholly. You make eye contact and nod to him, and instantly, your clothes are torn from your body.
“Gorgeous,” you hear him mutter, running his hands from your stomach down your legs.
“Say,” Kol snickers, “what about this lingerie, darling? Was that on purpose?”
You bite your lip, “knew I’d get you by the end of the night. Didn’t think this would happen.” You nestle your head into him, “but I’m not complaining.”
He grins, “was a lovely surprise to a boring dinner.”
“I’ll second that,” Rebekah bounces her eyebrows at you, making you giggle.
“Kol,” Elijah calls to his brother.
You and the boy look up.
“Switch places. She’s been with you, knows you best. For her first time with all three of us, let’s give her something familiar.”
The boy nods, and you’re secretly thankful for the man’s suggestion. As much as you’re loving this, it’s all very new, and something familiar is greatly appreciated.
“Thank you,” you mutter to Elijah as he takes Kol’s spot in supporting your head.
“Of course, baby. I love you.”
You smile, “I know. I love you, too.”
“You know? How, may I ask?”
“I’ve known since the minute I met you.”
His eyes soften from shock as everything sinks in. You knew he loved you, yet you were dating his brother. But now, they both have you, and Bex, too. Bex, who, at the moment, is giving you a hickey on the neck.
Elijah realizes this and immediately chides, “don’t bite her, Rebekah.”
“Relax, it’s only a hickey. People do it all the time.”
You giggle, “it’s true, ‘Lijah. But I don’t mind if you bite. Kol’s fed from me.”
“He has?” The girl stops her ministrations to read your face.
“Mhm. I trust him, and eventually, he started to trust himself.”
“Who are you and what have you done with my brother?” She jokes.
“I’m right here, Bekah.”
“You’ve fed from her?” She asks again, still shocked.
“Show her, Kol,” you smile up at him. During the last minute of your conversation with the two, he’s been teasing your entrance with his cock, making sure you’re wet enough to fit comfortably.
He bites his lip, debating it, but can’t say no to your face. “Alright, darling. Count of three.” He lines himself up, then covers your body with his own, positioning his teeth right at your neck. “3… 2… 1.” At one, he sinks his teeth in and pushes his cock into your heat at the same time. Your eyes roll back into your head with pleasure as he begins to rock inside you, finding a pace. Kol only drinks for a few seconds before detaching, because he knows Bex will want to try too, if you’ll let her.
“Not long enough, baby,” you say immediately.
“Give Bekah a try,” he nods to his sister, sitting back up.
Rebekah’s still in shock at her brother’s self control, but snaps out of it when you give her the ‘okay’.
“‘Lijah, you too.”
“I shouldn’t.”
“I need it,” you beg.
“She’ll beg you all night,” Kol warns. “Better to give in than deny what you know you both want.”
The argument is convincing. Elijah gives in, taking your wrist. At the same time, he and Bex bite down - her at the other side of your neck - and begin to drink. Kol slows his pace as they do, taking a minute to look into your eyes. I love you, he mouths. You mouth it back.
Seconds later, they come off, too. Elijah wastes no time bringing his own blood to your lips, healing your wounds completely.
“Thank you,” you smile at him.
“Mhm, thank you, girl,” Rebekah interrupts, “you’re bloody amazing.”
Elijah returns your smile, nodding to you.
As soon as you meet his eyes, Kol picks up his pace again until he finds the one you usually like. Though Bex beats him to rubbing your clit, so he uses both hands to hold onto your waist instead. Elijah takes to kissing you hungrily, his hands digging into your scalp. You’re so overstimulated with pleasure, yet it feels so good.
After a bit of this, you start to pant, running out of breath.
“What do you like, baby?” Elijah asks, not wanting to tire you out with kisses.
“Play with her boobs,” Kol suggests, “makes her crazy.”
“Does it now?”
“She’s cum just by me sucking on them at times.”
“Kol!” You whine.
“Don’t get shy now, darling! Little late for that, don’t you think?”
You shut your mouth tight as the three smirk at you. Elijah then repositions his body to sit more to your side, giving him better access to your chest. He makes sure to put a pillow under your head where he had been sitting, then wastes no time playing with your tits, holding, cupping, and squeezing them. The feeling is so good it makes you bite your lip hard enough to draw blood.
“Darling,” Kol mutters, swiping your lip and putting his finger in his mouth, “don’t hold back your pretty little sounds from them. Let them hear what I get to hear from you.” As soon as he says that, he pounds into you hard without warning. You cry out in a strangled moan before you can stop yourself. “Just like that, yes,” he praises. “Good girl.”
Bex immediately picks up on how you react to Kol’s praise and tries it for herself. “Hey, girlie, can you do that for me, pretty please?” She puts more pressure on your clit, touching you exactly how you like.
“Awh,” you moan, “like that, keep doing that. Feels so good, Bex. I- I’m close.”
Meanwhile, Elijah’s transitioned from using hands to using his mouth to stimulate your breasts. He tugs on a nipple with his teeth while pulling the other between his fingertips.
“Fuck, ‘Lijah. Shit. I- I-” whatever you were going to say is cut off by another moan. This spurs the man on, Bex too, and they continue at their paces.
You then turn your attention to Kol. “Right- right there. Perfect. Close. I’m close. Kol?”
“Yes, darling?”
“Cum with me, okay? Please, please, please.” You know begging will do it instantly. Another thing that will make you both cum fast- “and here,” you point to your neck. “Please.”
“Which one?”
“Pick.”
“You pick this time.”
“Kol, I can’t.”
“Can I put them up to the challenge?”
You nod ferociously, desperate for anything.
“Choke or bite, she wants.”
The siblings go still. Neither feel good about choking you, and they’ve already fed.
“Kol, please,” you beg again, “I’m so close.”
“Okay, darling.” He thrusts deeper to crawl back across your body, then holds you in place by the neck as you get closer to your high. In the midst, Bex continues her pleasure on you, while Elijah keeps at his. Then, mere seconds later, you cum hard. A string of curse words that ends as a moan falls out of your mouth. Black spots cloud your vision, due to Kol’s hands on your neck, or the overstimulation, or both, you’re not sure, but you love it. You whine all the way through your orgasm, legs shaking and heart beating rapidly. Shortly after you, Kol cums too, and it takes everything in him not to collapse onto your body. After the two of you ride out your highs, everyone begins to ease up in their pleasuring.
“Not done,” you pant, out of breath still. You crawl up a little ways on the bed to lean against the headboard and its numerous pillows.
“What do you mean, ‘not done’? Girl, I’d think you’d be tired,” Bex says, incredulous.
You answer her by slipping your hand into her pants, feeling for her heat, and inserting a finger. You then unzip her jeans for better access, making her melt instantly.
“Fuck, Y/N,” she whines. When you curl your fingers, she moans louder.
Once you have her where you want her, you move your other hand to the man beside you, rubbing his hard-on through his suit pants. “‘Lijah, come here.”
“You don’t have to pleasure me, baby, I’m alright.”
“Again,” Kol interrupts, “she’ll beg you all night if you don’t let her.”
You smirk up at Elijah, proving Kol’s words true. The man tries to fight it, but desire takes over him. He’s slow to pull himself out, still a bit unsure. You gesture him closer and closer until you’re able to pleasure both him and Bex at the same time.
“I’d rather you straddle my head, ‘Lijah, so I can get you wet, and more comfortable,” you say in between breaths. The man goes red in the face. Never have you ever seen Elijah embarrassed. Neither, apparently, have his siblings.
Bex grins, “brother! You’ve gone shy to Y/N’s dirty talk! I wouldn’t believe it if I wasn’t seeing it.”
You giggle, the girl egging you on now, “I promise it would be much better. Come on.”
Again, he hesitates, but ultimately gives in. You smile as he moves in front of you, not exactly straddling you, but comes at least close enough that you can take him in your mouth. Immediately, you circle your tongue over his tip, sucking slightly in certain places. He lets out a breathy moan which makes you crave him more. Soon, you find a vein on his underside that is especially sensitive, so you tease him by dragging your tongue along it, before finally taking him in full once he’s wet enough.
When you find your pace with Elijah, you refocus your attention back to Rebekah, continuing the curling of your fingers, but also stimulating her clit. You’d love to put your tongue on her, too, but in its absence, you move your fingers inside her instead. Wetness drips from her, pooling onto the bed. Hers, thankfully. She rocks her hips against your hand, holding onto your hip for support. Little whines leave her lips, one after another.
Meanwhile, Kol’s attention is on your clit, driving you to overstimulation yet again. He flicks his tongue against it while keeping two fingers buried inside you. It’s only a matter of time before you all explode from the intense pleasure. If you weren’t so distracted, you’d probably place a bet on it.
Not two minutes later do the second round of orgasms come, and they do in quite a domino effect. Kol blows cool air on your clit and immediately, it sends you into pleasure. You start shaking again, well beyond satiated. Bex is then triggered by your orgasm, having her own not a second after, and having it be just as intense. Her mess is made bigger, cum obvious on the sheets, and she can’t help but giggle. Bex giggling causes the same reaction out of you, to which Elijah’s final stimulation is the vibration from your mouth, and he has his own orgasm. He tries to pull out, but a shared look of eye contact comforts him, knowing you’re okay with it. Once you’ve swallowed it, you loosen your suction from his cock and allow him to pull out completely. He can’t help but to kiss you when you open your mouth to prove it’s all gone.
As soon as you all come down from your highs, one-by-one you collapse on the bed, exhausted. Bex and Elijah are on your sides, while Kol’s between your legs, his head on your chest.
“That was,” Elijah pauses, catching his breath.
“Perfect,” Rebekah finishes for him.
“Quite the girl she is,” Kol says, kissing your tits.
“Need to take care of her back,” Elijah tries to get up.
You hold him down, though, “no, no, stay with me. We do that later. Cuddle for now.”
“Y/N-”
“No, we cuddle for now. I need that more.”
“Okay, baby. We’ve got you.” He settles back down into your side, letting out a long, peaceful sigh.
A second later, a camera snaps.
“Who’s that?” Everyone peers an eye open, except for the one who’s guilty.
“Whoops, sorry.” Kol smirks, “going to send Damon proof that not only are we capable of sharing, but also, that we have the best bloody girlfriend in the world.”
“You’re such a little shit,” you ruffle his hair because he’s too out of reach to kiss. “But I love you. I love all of you.”
“I love you, too, darling.”
“Me too,” Bex yawns.
“We will love you, Y/N, always and forever.”
And you all did love each other, always and forever.
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roses are red ~ damon salvatore;the vampire diaries
word count: 2936
request?: yes!
@faithiegirl01 : “Hi amor mio!! I’ve read though some of your other works and I absolutely love them. I was wondering if I could request a Hanahaki Disease fic with either Jasper hale, Damon Salvatore or possibly Steve Harrington? I’m just absolutely obsessed with these fics so so much right now. Useally I have a full blown summary to what I want with imagines, but this time I kinda just wanna let the artist do their thing. The only thing is that I don’t really like smut, but you can put it in if you want, I myself would just skip over that part. You don’t have to take this if you don’t want to, I just think it’d be a cute fic idea and that you’d write it very well.”
description: in which she develops a disease after realizing she’s in love with one of her best friends
pairing: damon salvatore x female!reader
warnings: swearing, mentions of a fatal sickness (Hanahaki Disease)
masterlist (one, two, three)
It was the way he looked at her; like he needed her more than the air he breathed. Like she was the most beautiful thing to ever walk the Earth. Like he wanted to worship the ground she walked on.
I wish he would look at me like that.
I don’t know exactly when I realized I had a crush on Damon. I had known him since he and Stefan moved to Mystic Falls. Of course, I thought he was attractive when I first met him, but I didn’t think of him in any sort of romantic way. At least, I didn’t think I did.
Until he told me he had feelings for Elena. Then, I started to have this bitter feeling towards Elena whenever she was around, especially when Damon was with her. It was like her very presence alone made me irritated and I couldn’t be around her for very long. Eventually, I was able to put two and two together to realize what was going on: I had fallen for the age old cliché of unrequited love for a friend who loved someone else.
It was so hard. I couldn’t just avoid Damon, he would know something was up. But watching him fawn over Elena when she was head over heels for his brother was extremely difficult.
Like right now, sitting at the bar in The Mystic Grill, watching Damon look at Elena and Stefan with this lovesick puppy look on his face. It was enough to make me want to order the strongest drink the bartender was allowed to give me.
“I’ll have what she’s having,” Damon said, finally tearing his eyes away from Elena and Stefan.
I rolled my eyes and muttered, “You have to get over her.”
He looked over at me. “What?”
I shook my head, realizing what I said would surely cause a fight. “Nothing.”
“No, tell me.” He didn’t sound mad, just genuinely curious. I could’ve made something up, or insisted it really was nothing. I could’ve easily avoided any sort of conflict.
But instead, I said, “You need to get over your feelings for Elena. It’s kind of sad to watch you pine over your brother’s girlfriend.”
The bartender passed us our drinks. I immediately downed the contents of mine, wincing at the bitter taste and burning feeling of the liquid running down my throat. Damon took a moment longer to drink his.
“You think I haven’t tried?” he asked. “To get over Elena? You think I want to feel this way about my brother’s girlfriend?”
“Drinking and having meaningless sex isn’t ‘getting over’ her,” I pointed out. “That’s just coping mechanisms. You need to actually move on.”
“I’m fucking trying,” he snapped. “But it feels impossible. She’s all I can think about. And she’s always at our place because of Stefan, which makes it worse.” He paused to take another sip from his drink. “Besides, it’s not like there’s anyone in this town that I would consider dating.”
His words felt like a knife through my chest. I could feel a lump forming in my throat, but I couldn’t let him see me cry. If that was how he felt, then fine. But it didn’t make his confession hurt me any less.
I ordered another strong drink before saying, “Well, maybe you should try at least. It’s annoying to watch you go after your brother’s girlfriend when she’ll never feel the same way for you.”
A tense silence fell over us. Damon downed the last of his drink before standing from his chair. He pulled some money from his wallet and threw it down onto the counter. I watched as he left the restaurant in a huff. Elena and Stefan shared a look before looking over at me, but I turned away before they could lock eyes with me. I had to admit, what I said was harsh. Maybe I shouldn’t have said it the way I did, but I just felt hurt. Not that he would know that, but my pain wasn’t making me think straight.
I took my drink and downed half of it in one mouthful again. The minute the bitter liquid was gone, I started to cough. I thought maybe it had gone down the wrong way, but then the coughing became harder until it felt like something was coming up in my throat. I quickly ran to the bathroom and collapsed next to the toilet just as something finally came up. I spit it into the toilet and sat back. I was absolutely shocked at what I had seen.
Several flower pedals floating in the water.
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A few days later, I was sat in my doctor’s office. After the first time at Mystic Grill, I had started coughing up more flower pedals. Even in a world that included vampires, werewolves, and witches, I had a feeling that throwing up flower pedals was not normal.
I thought my doctor would want to run some sort of tests to see what was going on, if he even believed me at all. I wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t. I barely believed it and I was the one experiencing it. But when I told him what was going on, his face dropped. I suddenly felt very nervous by his reaction.
“Miss. (Y/L/N),” he said. “This is...very serious.”
“I kind of figured,” I said, trying to lighten the mood.
He didn’t seem to appreciate the joke. “(Y/N), this is an illness that’s still very new. We don’t know too much about it yet because it’s very rare.” I sat up a little straighter, my heart starting to pound. “What we do know is that it’s called the Hanahaki Disease. It was first noted in Japan, thus the name being a combination of two Japanese words. There’s not a lot known about how someone gets it, except the fact that unrequited love is involved.”
Are you fucking kidding me?! I’m throwing up flowers because of my crush on Damon?!
“So, what can be done?” I asked. “There has to be a cure or something discovered for this, right?”
The look the doctor gave me didn’t give me a lot of hope. “There’s been attempts at a surgical procedure that will remove the flowers from your respiratory track.”
“Attempts?” That doesn’t sound promising.
“Well, the procedure works. The thing is...it takes away your feelings for the person you have unrequited feelings for. Feelings you will never get back. Which may sound like a good thing, but that includes friendly feelings. With this surgery, you’ll just become apathetic towards the person you had feelings for.”
Okay, that was definitely less than ideal. I would love to lose these romantic feelings for Damon. It would make seeing him fawn over Elena a lot less hurtful. But, if it took away all feelings for Damon, including friendly feelings, then our friendship really would be over, and I didn’t want to lose him as a friend. That was the whole reason I hadn’t told him I liked him in the first place.
“That’s the only way to get rid of this?” I asked.
“The only other way is if the love is reciprocated, and I mean romantically not just in a friendship way.”
Well, that’s not happening.
“Can I think this over?”
The doctor gave me a look that I could only describe as pity. “You can, but try to come up with a decision soon. This illness is fatal if left for too long untreated.”
That should’ve been enough for me to agree to the surgery on the spot. My life was at risk so the solution would be a no brainer to anyone else. But there I was, days after my doctor’s visit, sat in my house with no decision having been made. My condition was getting worse. I could barley go a few minutes without coughing up a flower. I knew I must not have too long left before the fatality of the illness finally got me. Again, that should’ve been enough for any normal person to choose the surgery immediately. however, I couldn’t make that decision when I knew it would mean I’d lose Damon.
I had been holed up in my room and basically pushed my friends away. I told them I wasn’t feeling well, but I didn’t go into any specifics. They still reached out to check on me, but I didn’t respond much.
I hadn’t heard from Damon at all since that night at Mystic Grill. That was probably for the best. Talking to him right now, considering my condition, was probably a bad idea and I’d prefer him hating me if I died over him knowing I was dying because I had feelings for him.
I was in bed in the darkness of my room when I heard a knock at my front door. I ignored it, thinking it was a salesman or something, and figuring they’d just go away eventually. But, when I didn’t answer, there was another series of knocks, followed by the doorbell ringing repeatedly. I sighed, which turned into another coughing fit and a few bright red pedals landing on my floor. I groaned and reluctantly pulled myself out of bed. It seemed whoever was at my door was not leaving until somebody answered. Maybe if it was someone annoying I could just cough some flowers on them and scare them away.
But when I opened the door, it wasn’t a salesman on the other side.
It was Damon Salvatore.
“You look like shit,” he commented.
“Thanks,” I croaked, followed by another coughing fit.
Damon’s face suddenly became serious as he reached out for me. “Jesus, you really aren’t doing well.”
“No, I’m kinda dying,” I responded before I could stop myself.
“I’m sure it’s not that bad.”
“No, Damon. I’m literally dying.”
I felt him tense. I started coughing again, this time actually coughing up a few flower pedals. I caught them in my hand before letting them flutter to the floor. Damon looked at them in a mixture of shock and confusion, before wrapping his arms around me and guiding me into my own house. I let him take me to my living room, and we both sat down on the couch. Damon took one of my blankets that I always left on the back of the couch and wrapped it around my shoulders.
“What did you do to make yourself start throwing up pedals and apparently be on the verge of dying?” he asked. He had one arm around me, and I let myself lean into him. I knew this was probably very bad for me, for my condition, but if I had little time left, I was going to allow myself to have this one moment with Damon.
“It’s some sort of new illness,” I said. “Something that starts with an H, a Japanese word I think the doctor said.”
“Geez, should I be worried about being so close to you then?”
I smiled. For the first time in many days, I was actually able to smile. “It’s not that kind of illness. The doctor said it...it stems from unrequited love.”
There was silence. I realized Damon had been running his hand idly up and down my arm. It felt nice. Despite having kept him away for so long, I was realizing now that I really did need to see him one last time. To just have one final moment of somewhat normalcy with him.
“So...you have feelings for someone...they don’t like you back...and now you’re dying?” Damon asked.
“Apparently so,” I responded. “It’s something rare, but it’s been happening.”
“Who would be stupid enough to not love you?”
I knew that shouldn’t have hurt me, but it did. It hurt because I knew he didn’t actually mean that. Not in the way I would’ve wanted him to. But I really, really wish he had meant it that way.
“Someone who is already in love with someone else.”
“Ah,” Damon said. “That’s...that’s rough.”
I nodded. “I guess you know how that feels.”
“I guess it’s a good thing I’m a vampire and can’t get these sorts of illnesses then.”
“Lucky bastard.”
We both started to laugh, until I started coughing again. This time, it was a lot harsher of a cough, and I coughed out more flowers than I had ever at this point. I hunched over as the flowers came up in my throat and fell onto the floor. My chest burned with every harsh cough, and part of me wondered if this was the end. Was I going to die next to Damon? The irony of that was not lost on me.
I felt his hand against my back as I finally stopped coughing. There was basically a bouquet of flowers at my feet now. It could’ve been beautiful if these plants weren’t the thing that was killing me.
Damon pulled me back so I was in his arms again. My eyes felt heavy suddenly, so I rested my head in the crook of his neck and let them close for a second.
“Can I tell you something?” he asked.
“Now is the time to,” I mumbled back. “Who knows how much longer I have left?”
I meant it as a joke, but I could tell he didn’t appreciate it as much as I wanted him to.
“I’ve never loved Elena.”
My eyes popped open and I quickly sat up to look at him. “What?!”
“Okay, I can’t say never,” he clarified. “I did have some feelings for her when I first met her, but then when she got with Stefan and...and when I met you...those feelings went away.”
“When you met me?” I asked. He nodded. “Damon...are you...are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
He wasn’t looking at me now. “Depends. What do you think I’m saying?”
“Are you trying to tell me that your feelings are for me, and not for Elena?”
He didn’t respond, but he didn’t have to. His body language said everything. Damon Salvatore loves me, not Elena Gilbert.
There was a million and one things running through my head. I had no idea how to even respond to that. I was sure this was all some sort of hallucination caused by the disease. Like I was getting to see the one thing I wanted more than anything before I died.
“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” I asked. “Wait, no, more important question: why did you always act like you were so in love with Elena if you never were?”
“It felt easier than trying to admit to you that I had feelings for you,” he said. “I knew you never would’ve looked at me that way because you saw me as a friend. And Stefan had already clocked that I had feelings for Elena when I first met her, so I figured I would just lean into that until I could find someone else that captured my attention the way you did. But I couldn’t find anyone else, because there isn’t anyone else who makes me feel the way that you make me feel.”
He barely had the final word out before I was lunging at him, pressing my lips against his. It was a forward approach, I’ll admit, but I couldn’t stop myself. It was the words I had been waiting to hear from him for so long, and now that I was finally hearing them, it was like I didn’t have control of my body. I acted before my brain could process what we were doing. It took Damon by surprise, but it didn’t take him long to start kissing me back. He moved me so that I was actually sat on his lap, my legs on either side of his. His arms pulled me as close to him as I could get.
We kept kissing like that for so long that I didn’t even notice the heavy feeling on my chest had lifted, or the fact that I hadn’t been coughing up flowers anymore. I was so lost in Damon that I didn’t realize that the disease had been cured. I didn’t realize until Damon pulled away from our kiss and looked at me in shock. “Holy shit, you look so much better.”
“What?”
“You don’t look sick anymore.”
I stood quickly and rushed to the nearest mirror. He was right, I didn’t look as sickly anymore. And I felt like I could actually breathe again.
“Whoa, that happened fast,” I murmured to myself.
“How did it happen?” Damon asked, appearing behind me. “I thought it was an unrequited love thing?”
I turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow. “Damon...do you really not know who I was talking about earlier? After I literally just threw myself at you on the couch?”
I could literally see the gears turning in his head until his eyes lit up. “Me?!”
I chuckled and walked towards him. I cupped his face in my hands and leaned upwards to kiss him again. “Yes, stupid. I was talking about you.”
“You almost died because of me?”
“Kind of, but also because I was too chicken to tell you how I felt. But I’m not sick anymore.”
“Thank God for that.”
He pulled me in for another kiss. I never wanted to stop kissing him. I had never felt so good in my entire life. I just wanted to pause in this moment and live it over and over and over again.
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Making Her Mine
Summary: Rebekah compels Elena to reveal her feelings for you and now your trust is betrayed. Rebekah seizes this opportunity to warm up to you as she has always found you attractive. Hanging out with her escalates to a make-out session as you relish your newfound feelings for her...
Smut, angst, a lil' bit of fluff
Elena cheating on the reader, Elena slander
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A/N: This is the first time I've published smut. I hope it's fine (I know it's horrible) otherwise just forget this happened... do let me know if you liked it. Happy reading!
Rebekah Mikaelson X Fem!Reader
Rebekah was dragging Stefan by the arm to the high school library and you trailed behind them, compelled to do as the Original said.
Elena, your girlfriend of two years, gasps and stands up at your arrival. "Stefan, Y/N..."
You shot her a confused look, not understanding why was she so shocked.
Rebekah shot at the brunette. "Did I say you could move?" Elena shot her an exasperated look as she slowly sat down and you moved to sit near her.
She circled you people and spoke loudly in her accented voice. "Class is in session. You know the rules. Answer my questions honestly. No disobedience, no one leaves. April, my sweet, take notes. That's how you get answers in this town."
Her gaze lingered on you, which made you feel nervous and fidgety. Sure, you didn't show it, but she was a thousand-year-old vampire who could kill you in the blink of an eye, who was currently eyeing you like a predator would do to its prey. "In the year 1114, my brother learned, thanks to yours truly, about a brother of vampire hunters with tattoos that grew with each kill. These tattoos revealed what, Elena?"
"A map" your girlfriend answered, looking down. "Which led to... Caroline?"
"A cure for vampirism."
"Perfect. So we're all caught up. Stefan Salvatore, the last time we saw each other, you had a vampire hunter. But in order to decode the map, you need the location of the hunter’s sword, which you got out of me by using some very dirty tricks. Assuming you found the sword, you also found the cure… and you’re all still vampires. Something went wrong."
She looked at April. "What are you doing?"
"Oh, you asked me to take notes."
Rebekah sighed. "Oh, I wasn't being literal, darling. But now that you mention it, a flow chart would be nice. Which means index cards and push pins. Go fetch." The teen left.
At that very moment, the blonde Original appeared oh-so-tempting to you. The way she exercised control over all of you made you feel hot all over. It has happened quite a few times before. But you were with Elena and you had no tolerance for cheaters. There was just something about Rebekah that has always piqued your interest, but then again, loyalty was the most important thing for you. No one else but Elena had a place in your heart all this time.
Stefan grew irritated and straightened up. "You're wasting your time. We don't know anything."
"So you just gave up? I thought you'd do anything to save Elena. Y/N?"
Suddenly, all eyes in the room stared at you. The tension was so thick, you though a chainsaw was needed to cut through it. You sensed something bad and grew antsy under their collective gazes. "Why are you all staring?"
No answer. "Guys...?"
Rebekah spoke again. "I'm missing something. What is it?"
No one spoke. "I asked you what happened. You have to tell me."
Finally, the younger Salvatore brother spoke. "Elena slept with Damon."
You whipped your head around to look at the mentioned brunette. Hot, white rage was all you felt thrumming in your veins. You were known for your calm demeanor and excellent control over anger, but it was getting really difficult not to claw the doppelganger's eyes out. "What is the meaning of this?!"
The doe-eyed Gilbert just looked down and spoke nothing. She knew how much your relationship meant to you. She knew that once your trust is betrayed, it's over. She knew that loyalty was the most important thing in the entire world to you. And yet she chose to disrespect you. It made you feel so pathetic. Another victim of the Petrova charm putty in the doppelganger's paws. What a bitch. Your eyes burned with hot tears, threatening to fall down. Your throat choked and tightened, making it impossible for you to say another word. No. You thought. You wouldn't shed your tears for a cheater. Tears are so precious; blood flows from the body, tears flow from the soul. Never in your entire life you had felt so insulted and betrayed. I am going to ruin them, you thought. No, I mustn't waste a moment of my life on these worthless assholes. You decided the latter was a better option. No one was as crafty and cruel as you when it came to revenge. You would be consumed by the fire of vengeance. God, you thought you sounded like you were going on a bloodbath. But that's the dark beauty of you...
You subtly took a deep breath and leaned back, your face a stone-cold mask in which even the most observant couldn't find a crack. You felt Rebekah's searing gaze in your bones. And in some way, it made you feel safe. And damn you when you didn't know why...
"So vampire Elena is a trollop who likes bad boys, but it doesn’t explain why sweet, loving, innocent Elena could be so heartless towards Y/N. How could she hurt her like that? Answer, please." The Original said, looking at Stefan.
He sighed as he spoke. "She didn't know it at the time, but she was sired to Damon."
Rebekah smirked. "A sire bond? That’s fascinating. And what do you think about that, Elena?"
Elena spat at her, "I think you’re sad. And bored. And in desperate need of a hobby."
It angered but didn't deter the blonde. She compelled the Gilbert. "You're hiding something. Fess up."
"I didn’t sleep with Damon because I’m sired. I slept with him because I’m in love with him," she spoke in such a way as if she were proud of what she'd done. That was the last straw.
"Fuck you." You spat with so much hatred and venom, that no more words were needed to convey the message: we're over. Then you spun on your heel and stormed out, carrying a kaleidoscope of emotions and the weight of Rebekah's lingering gaze.
You didn't know it at the moment, but you and Elena breaking up might just be the best thing that has happened to the Mikaelson...
It was nearly midnight, and you were at your house alone. You ate an entire tub of vanilla ice-cream, and now you were feeling guilty about it. You could have downed that bottle of Jack and Daniel hidden in your closet, but you decided you were not going to surrender to Damon's coping mechanisms.
Your room looked like a lowkey brothel, complete with silk sheets, roses, scented candles, and dim lighting. Hell, you were dressed in flimsy lace pyjamas, finding them extremely comfortable. But in your taste, it was a much-deserved self-care session.
Flipping through the pages of an erotic novel for the past hour, you got bored. It was so smutty, all the protagonists seemed to do was have sex. You grew irritated, your sex life was in shambles.
Suddenly, the bell rang. At this odd hour, you thought it would be Caroline stopping by with some ridiculously expensive cosmetics for a girl's night in, a not-so-subtle attempt of hers to comfort you. You might've hated Caroline at the moment for keeping Elena's secret, but you guessed you could live with it.
Every pore of your being protested when you rose, wrapped your robe around yourself and climbed down the stairs to open the door. The last person you were expecting to show up on your door was Rebekah Mikaelson.
Your heart skipped a beat. She looked so hot. Like get on your knees right now hot in those tight jeans and spaghetti top. For the first time ever, you could admire her classic, almost divine, beauty without any inhibitions or restrictions. For the first time, you really seemed to take her in. And gods, she was a sight for sore eyes. And damn you for wanting to bite that red lip and tear off her clothes.
You snapped out of it when she smirked. The look in her eyes made you weak in the knees. You knew that she knew of the effect she had over you.
You cleared your throat. "Rebekah, was an entirely unexpected surprise. How can I help you?"
She smiled. "Well, for starters, you could invite me inside..."
You knew it was dangerous. But you were so desperately praying for something to happen. You didn't care about the consequences. You wanted her so bad, you felt it in your bones, the desire running deep in your veins.
"Alright, would you like to come in?"
She looked surprised for a moment that you gave in so easily. But then she smiled wide and said, "I would love to." Then she stepped inside. Your heart hammered crazily in anticipation.
"Where shall I keep these?" She asked, holding up her arms. Then you noticed that she had a couple of bags looped in her arms. "I brought wine and something to munch."
You softened. "Oh, you didn't need to..."
"Oh, of course I do." She smiled softly.
You helped her with the bags to the kitchen. "Rebekah, this is a lot..." you began but she waved you off. You couldn't believe that an Original vampire was in your house in the middle of the night, who brought very costly wine and snacks to last an entire month. The blonde standing in front of you was the supposed nemesis of your friends, but what happened today was your defense.
"But why?"
"Well, that doppelganger bitch hurt you, and I was the one who meddled and you found out like this. So I guess I owed you one."
"No, no! I owe you one. I probably wouldn't have known for a longer period of time and that would've been so pathetic."
"Still... well, I hate her and you do too. So I thought that it's not such a bad idea to bond over our mutual loathing for her and maybe plot our revenge?" She said with that cute little smirk, making me laugh.
"Do you want to watch a movie?"
"Nothing cheesy."
"You think so? Elena ought to be the cheesiest girlfriend ever."
She rolled her eyes. "Thought so,".
"Come on,"
You guided her upstairs to your bedroom, and you were really, really nervous. Your heart was beating so loudly that you knew all too well that she could hear it.
Rebekah was in a frenzy of lust and excitement. She'd dreamt of this a little too many times and now it was real. You were the loveliest creature she'd ever encountered and she thought that you were really strong, funny and protective. And she really seemed to enjoy the not-so-decent outfit you were clad in.
The blonde glanced around your room and smirked in an almost-appreciative way. You felt a bit embarrassed about your clothes and your room, but hey, we all have those moments.
You put on a thriller on your laptop as you both sat comfortably on your post bed, with a huge bowl of chips to snack on.
About an hour must have passed in comfortable silence, and your dirty thoughts were put to rest for a while too as you focused on the complex plot of the movie. Then your patience was about to be tested.
An intimate scene was displayed on the screen and you froze. You became antsy as your thighs came in contact with Rebekah's hand. The tension in the room could be cut through with a knife. Your unbridled lust and roaring desire for her was consuming you and you couldn't control yourself as you turned to face her.
She was thinking the same thing as you and your lips collided. Your tongues fought for dominance as you explored every corner of her mouth, her doing the same.
It was a passionate, rough, and all-consuming kiss that had you moaning in her mouth and both of you had your eyes closed in bliss. She cupped your face while your hands tangled themselves in her golden locks.
It was so exhilarating, and you had just kissed... you were almost scared to know where the night would lead you.
Your lungs burned for oxygen but kissing her seemed the best way to die. Finally, you parted, gasping for air.
"That was..." you began, panting.
"Amazing," she finished, holding your eyes. You leaned in for another kiss, but she beat you to it. You kissed her senseless and your hands seemed to have a mind of their own as you began undressing her. Kissing her was your new favourite thing to do.
Her lips moulded perfectly into yours. The purpose of your life was to be hers, and at that very moment, everything was forgotten. She followed your actions and undid the flimsy lace and pushed you down, making you lie down.
The two of you were completely bare as your eyes met. You could drown and die in the blue ocean of her eyes. It was like being reborn. Her eyes held a challenge, promised an adventure and you reveled in the anticipation, the thrill and in her amorousness.
She raked her eyes all over your body and your every pore, every limb shook in bliss and ecstasy. "Damn, you're gorgeous..."
You smiled in satisfaction at her words and pulled her down to mesh your lips together.
Her lips slowly moved down to your neck, kissing and biting, leaving a trail of love bites all over. Lewd, wet sounds filled your ears as you flushed. She was a heady mixture. Slowly, very slowly, she moved down to the little dent at the base of your neck, then placed ticklish, feather-light kisses on your prominent collarbone. She kissed and licked through the valley of your breasts, down to your navel and your sensitive lower stomach.
She placed kisses along your waistline, making you gasp and moan into the silk-covered pillows. Your toes curled in pleasure when you felt her hot breath fanning over your womanhood. She had barely begun and you were already dripping wet.
The blonde moved down to kiss your inner thighs. So close but not giving you what you want.
"Rebekah, please..." you pleaded with her. Her eyes were a mixture of lust and amusement. "Please what?"
"Touch me!"
"Where?" She was such a tease. You grew frustrated and you grabbed her hand and guided it between your parted thighs. A loud, throaty gasp escaped your mouth as her fingers worked their magic upon your wet, slippery folds. You almost tore the sheets your fingers were gripping and you buried your face into the pillows to muffle your moans. But you decided against it. You wanted her to hear you. You wanted her to know just how good she was making you feel. Your body was so responsive to her touches .
Just then, her fingers hit that spot and you cried out in pure pleasure. You felt the pleasure building up and the sounds leaving your mouth resonated in every nook and corner of your house.
"Do you want me to stop?" she questioned innocently, but you knew all too well. "Shut up," you barely managed to say between your uncontrollable moans.
You wanted to tell her that you were going to reach your release, but the pleasure was too much and all you could think about was how good she was.
You started shaking and almost screaming as you reached your precipice. You quite literally saw stars as you came. Rebekah's gaze upon you was that of pure worship as she licked her fingers which were coated with your arousal. Then she leaned in to kiss you deeply and you could taste yourself on her lips. "You're so pretty..." she whispered, almost as if in a daze. You smiled and grabbed her my the arms, helping her lie down.
"My turn now," you spoke, aspiring to make her feel as good as she made you feel. You pulled her in for another searing kiss as you parted her thighs. Moving down, you maintained eye contact as you stuck out your tongue and tasted her. You'd never heard anything sexier than the gasp that left her lips when you did.
Soon, your tongue circled and lapped over her folds. Her throaty moans were music to your ears. You pulled back just when she was about to reach her high, deciding to use your fingers. Her sweet moans might as well would've been heard by the neighbours as you pleasured her all night long and to the breaking of dawn.
You both lay bare barring the sheet covering you as you watched the sun rise. To you, it felt surreal and as if it were a dream.
"I've wanted this for so long," Rebekah softly confessed. "When I met you first, I thought you were really pretty, like a royal. Your wit and wordplay is unmatched. I love how strong you are, how you don't need anyone to fight for yourself and how you're so ambitious. But you were with Elena and-" you silenced her with a kiss.
"You've no idea for how long I've wanted this too. But I'm afraid that with the arrival of the dawn, I'd wake up and all of this would be nothing but a dream." You spoke softly.
"Trust me, your screams last night were very real,"
You laughed as you kissed her. She pulled you into her arms for another round. And sure enough, the hickeys covering you were very real...
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Im back again, can you do one where y/n (the salvatores youngest sister) got caught receiving foreplay from her secret girlfriend katherine? Thanks!
Barge In
Salvatore female reader x Katherine Pierce
Warnings: kissing??? idk
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You climb on top of your girlfriend, kissing down her neck. Katherine leans into your touch, placing her hands on your hips, and gripping them hard. You take your shirt off, throwing it to the side, revealing your black lacey bra.
Stefan and Damon had been out all day, finally giving you and Katherine some time to yourselves.
But of course, this is the perfect time for your older brothers to decide to come home. You didn't hear them open or close the heavy front door.
"Where's Y/n?" Stefan asks after looking around the living room where you are usually. "I'm not a mind reader Stef, I have no idea where she is" Damon answers his little brother.
Stefan sighs before hearing a noise coming from upstairs from your room. He starts walking up the stairs, Damon following after.
When they get to your room, Damon steps in front of the younger and opens the door. He doesn't bother to knock, he never does. And against your protest, you don't have a lock on your door. You've tried putting one on before but failed tremendously.
Once your brothers barge in, you immediately stop your motions. You look back, over at your older brothers, freezing for a moment, before climbing off Katherine.
Damon tries making his way over, wanting to kill Katherine right here and there. Stefan stops him before he can.
"What is going on in here?" Stefan asks instead.
"If you need a full rundown of what we were doing, that's just sad," You answer your brother, making Katherine smirk. "And barge in why don't you" You groan.
"How long has this been going on" Damon grits out, wanting nothing more than to rip Katherine's head off.
You and Katherine look at each other before looking back at your brothers. "A while" Katherine answers.
"Just, get out and let us get dressed" You roll your eyes and point at the door. "Y/n-" Stefan started. "Out. Now!" You raise your voice, veins appearing under your eyes.
They begrudgingly leave your room, closing the door. Stefan has to drag Damon back downstairs. "You can't seriously be calm about this!" Damon exclaims as he walks over to the booze shelf. "Our baby sister was about to sleep with Katherine, and god knows what else they've been up to" Damon pours a glass full of bourbon.
"That's beside the point, Damon. You freaking out on her, isn't going to make anything better" Stefan crosses his arms, leaning against the fireplace mantel.
"Gah, I hate them" You groan, putting your black top back on. Katherine also sits back up, slipping her dark purple tank top back on as well. "Don't I know it" Katherine sighs.
"We need to find a better location" Katherine whispers into your ear, biting the lobe of your ear. "Mmm, definitely" You lean into her touch.
"Time to face the crowd" You sigh, not wanting to get out of your bed.
The conversation you'll have with your brothers will not be pleasant for either of you.
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IF I CANT HAVE HER
pairing: dark!stefan salvatore x fem!reader, rebekah mikaelson x fem!reader
warning: stalking, obsession, unrequited feelings
stefan was one of your closest friends, even if he was a vampire. he was always there for you, when you first found out about the supernatural, when your friend vicki passed away, through all of it he was there for you.
when elena became a vampire and begun dating damon you and caroline were there for him. but stefan began to see you in a new light, you always had a smile on your face, you always knew what to say to him.
and he found his feelings for you growing.
him and elena were civil, leaving him free to go after what he really craved. you.
he found himself trailing after you once you left his home, watching you get home safe of course. every time the two of you were together he payed attention to literally everything about you, noticing every slight change in demeanour.
stefan always walked you home when he could, making sure you were safe. you were a fragile human! you needed him. everyone around you could tell he was in love you with you, but you seemed to deny it every time anyone forgot.
through the race for the cure stefan had managed to convince you to side with himself and rebekah. but what he didn’t expect was for you to gain a crush on her, and her on you. the two of you became peas in a pod and stefan was left alone.
you couldn’t stop rambling about how gorgeous she was, how sweet she was to you. even caroline was able to relate to you in secrecy for her shared affection for a certain mikeaelson.
“it’s just, everytime im around her i have the best time possible. there’s always something going on or something she wants to show me or give me. i’ve never been spoiled like that by any boyfriend or girlfriend.”
“as much as i hate her, i will admit she’s much nicer around you.”
“and as much as i despise klaus, he’s tolerable around you. that drawing he made of you is absolutely gorgeous care.”
“i know, but tyler found it and had a freak out.”
“no way!”
and all stefan could do was listen, you were so happy and he wasn’t the reason.
it would all change soon enough.
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Couples Costume
Stefan Salvatore x Reader
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Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Summary: Stefan is dead set against dressing up for Halloween, but his girlfriend might just have found a way to outplay him.
Word Count: 1,262
Category: Fluff
Requested by @cncownerxstefansalvatorefanxstay for a fluffy Halloween with Stefan! This prompt kinda possessed me for a minute until it was done being written, so I figured what better day to double up on fic posting than Friday the 13th? Hope you like it!
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"Okay! What do you think? Nadja and Laszlo or Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf? One is more fitting but the other is funnier."
I held up the costumes in question so Stefan, my boyfriend, could get a good look. He glanced up from his reading with a bewildered expression, his eyes scanning each of the costumes before landing on me with a frown.
"What is this for?" he asked. My mouth dropped open.
"For Halloween! Obviously! Come on, Stefan, we have to dress up."
"No. No, we don't," he said, a laughing smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as his eyes dropped back to his reading. I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Are you seriously telling me you're not going to dress up with me for Halloween?"
"I... think I am telling you that, yeah."
"But what about the trick-or-treaters who come to the door! We want to be the cool people with awesome costumes, don't we?"
"Mmm.... no."
I sighed dramatically, letting both costumes drop to my sides. I narrowed my eyes at my boyfriend, but he didn't flinch, not looking up from his reading.
"I'll support you if you decide to dress up," he finally said. "But I'm not putting on a costume."
"Fine. I guess I can't force you," I said, flopping my arms dramatically as I turned away from Stefan, a smirk on my face. This was not over by a longshot.
A few hours later, as the sun started to set and it was time to get ready for trick-or-treaters, Stefan wandered out of the bathroom with his shirt off. We were hosting a big Halloween party later, so we needed to be dressed and ready for both.
"You decided not to dress up?" asked Stefan, running a suspicious eye over my outfit. I just shrugged.
"It's not as much fun if you don't do it with me."
Stefan smirked a little as he moved back towards he bed. "The guilt trip's not gonna work on me."
"Not even if I ramp it up to an eleven?"
He snorted, not bothering to respond as he surveyed the outfit I'd laid out for him on the bed. Once he was apparently satisfied the shirt wouldn't secretly turn into a ruffled monstrosity befitting Laszlo Cravensworth, he pulled it on and buttoned it up, then slipped on the gray pea coat I'd left with it.
With my heavy, light brown jacket and headband, my plan was officially complete. I smiled and stepped closer to Stefan, fixing his collar before running my hands through his hair a few times, spiking it up even more. When I'd finished, I stepped back and gave him a beaming smile.
"You look great," I said. He smiled, then leaned in to kiss me. We lingered for a minute before he pulled back.
"You look great too."
We shared a smile, then I held out a hand, which Stefan took.
"Come on, we have trick-or-treaters to greet."
I pulled him after me as we headed downstairs. Damon, Elena, Caroline, and Bonnie were setting up for the party, but I'd volunteered Stefan and I to answer the door for anyone who came by.
We didn't have to wait long before the doorbell rang. I smiled and grabbed the bowl of candy, Stefan right behind me as we opened the door. A group of kids with their high school-aged chaperon stood at the door beaming, candy baskets in-hand.
"Trick or treat!" they chorused. I smiled.
"You guys have some great costumes! What do we have, a vampire, a Jedi, Spock..."
"What are you dressed as?" asked a little girl towards the front. I beamed, mentally thanking her for the opening I'd been waiting for.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Stefan, ready to tell her we hadn't dressed up. I spoke up before he got the chance.
"We're Bella and Edward from Twilight!"
I felt Stefan tense next to me as realization washed over him, which only made me smile wider as the kids beamed.
"That's a good costume!" said the girl in the front.
"You look just like him," the boy next to her agreed, nodding at Stefan.
"Thanks! Let's get you guys your candy, your outfits deserve some extra treats."
We smiled and waved as we gave the kids their candy, and I noticed Stefan slipped the vampire an extra bar or two. We waved as they headed off, and as soon as I shut the door, Stefan turned to me, hands on his hips and a stern look on his face.
"Bella and Edward? Seriously?"
"Yeah!" I replied, not even a little bit phased. "It's a low key costume, enough that you didn't even realize you were wearing it, but I still get to do a couples costume with my boyfriend. It's the best of both worlds."
Stefan sighed a deep, heavy, long-suffering sigh.
"I'm changing before the party."
"No!" I cried, reaching out to grab his arm. He hadn't made to move away yet, but I wanted to be ready if he did. "Please wear it for the party too. Please? For me?"
I batted my eyelashes and gave Stefan my best adorable guilt-trip look. He stared back, his expression not budging an inch, until finally he sighed again, throwing his head back and staring at the ceiling.
"Fine."
"Yes! Thank you." I pulled him to me, and grudgingly, he wrapped his arms around my waist as a small smile tugged its way onto his face. "You're the best boyfriend ever, Stef."
"I know."
He smiled again, then leaned down to kiss me. I leaned into him, and I think we would've stayed that way a lot longer if we hadn't been interrupted by another ring of the doorbell.
Reluctantly, Stefan and I pulled apart, sharing a smile.
"We should probably get that," I said. He hummed, not quite letting me go yet.
"I don't know if I can. You're like my own personal brand of heroin."
I laughed, which got a beaming smile out of Stefan even as I finally slipped out of his grasp.
"I can't believe you paid enough attention when we watched the movies to remember that but not enough to realize I was putting you in the same costume Edward wore!"
Stefan shrugged. "Maybe I just wanted to let you have this one."
I paused, narrowing my eyes at Stefan to try to decide if he really had put up with the costume for me, knowing the whole time what I'd been doing, or if he was just messing with me. Before I could decide, he reached past me to swing the door open and another group of kids greeted us with smiles on their faces.
"Trick or treat!"
"Wow, another vampire costume. There seem to be a lot of those this year," he said, smiling at the kid in question. "I think yours is the best I've seen, though."
The kid absolutely beamed at the compliment, and I moved up next to Stefan as we chatted with the trick-or-treaters and handed out the candy. One of the kids actually guessed our costume this time, and Stefan was the one to tell them they were right, we were Bella and Edward. With his arm around me as we talked with each and every kid who came to the door, I could tell Stefan was warming up to the couple's costume idea, whether or not he'd been aware of what he was getting into in the first place.
I just hoped that warm feeling would be enough to carry him through whatever inevitable bad jokes Damon made at his expense all night once the kids were gone and the party began.
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Heyy so I read your one shot called together and it made me think of a similar request what if the reader is also elena's younger sister but she never wanted to be a vampire and she used to date stefan in highschool instead of elena like in the imagine but what if she doesn't completely break up with stefan so she and klaus have a secret affair and then one day elena catches them and she ends up kicking her out and it also happens to be the same night stefan learns the truth so he kidnaps her and drives her to wickery bridge like he did with elena in season 3 and ends up turning her in front of klaus when he arrives and then klaus takes her to his mansion and convinces her to feed when she doesn't want to and promises to protect her It would be great if you could write about this<3
Cheater on the bridge
Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Elena's sister! reader, Stefan Salvatore x Elena's sister! reader
Summary: You've been sneaking around with Klaus for several months now, cheating on your boyfriend, Stefan. You feel terrible about it, but you're afraid to break up with Stefan because you don't know how he'll react to it. However, Elena finds out about your little affair. And everything goes to hell.
Warning(s): the reader betrays Stefan, death, blood, turning into a vampire, curses, Klaus Mikaelson, etc.
Word count: 5,2k
You knew you were doing very wrong and awful thing. You had a sweet, loving boyfriend, Stefan Salvatore, who would do anything to see you happy. You had great friends and family, good grades in school—you were living your teenage dream.
But then you met Klaus Mikaelson.
And you wanted more.
As soon as your eyes met, you felt that shiver of excitement run down your entire body. He too, without knowing why, became interested in you. Y/N Gilbert. The doppelgänger's sister, the girlfriend of Stefan Salvatore, whom the Mystic Gang wanted to protect at all costs from all this supernatural shit.
But then, when Stefan walked over to you and, placing his hand on your waist, led you out of the Mystic Grill under Klaus' watchful eye, you knew your life would never again be the peaceful routine you were used to.
And you were excited about it.
When Elena would have given anything for a normal, peaceful life like yours, you had an overwhelming urge to go on a dangerous adventure. Create amazing, exciting memories. And Klaus noticed it. He noticed how you were suffocating in this structured relationship and in the perfect life of an ordinary man. And he was going to take advantage of it.
In your defense, you resisted him. Really.
You sent back all the ridiculously expensive gifts like dresses, jewelry, a car, and your own horse when he found out you were taking extra riding lessons after school.
So Klaus changed tactics. He started sending you pencil portraits he'd drawn, leaving little notes with compliments and poems he'd written (the guy was amazing at praising your beauty). And you, being forever that girl locked up in the fantasy world of books and appreciating a good old Jane Austen or Brontë sisters book romance, fell into his trap.
So after he courted you, saying so many beautiful words and leaving thousands of small gifts, you gave in to him.
The tension between you must have snapped one day. And it was exactly on your 18th birthday that both your boyfriend and friends forgot about this important day for you. But Klaus remembered. And he took you to fucking Norway so you could see the Northern Lights for yourself. Let's just say the day ended so well for both of you that you made use of Klaus' long-lost villa and stayed there all weekend.
Klaus turned out to be more than willing to keep you in his arms for longer.
It was supposed to be just a one-night stand. One thing he would point out to a vamp getting on his nerves the next time he got a chance. But one night turned into two, three, four, and honestly? Klaus has already lost count of the number of times one of you ended up in the other's bed.
There was something about you that delighted Klaus and drew him to you whenever you were in each other's presence. The worst part was that neither of you could resist this strange force that drew you to each other. Of course, only for you. You didn't want to break your cute boyfriend's heart, but you couldn't resist those gorgeous blue eyes, alluring lips, and talented hands of a powerful, terrifying hybrid that somehow wanted only you in his bed and by his side. Klaus, on the other hand, didn't care about anything other than making sure you were somehow in his presence every day. Whether it was just a few minutes of conversation, lunch, dinner and breakfast, or quick, hot, stolen moments in your bedroom.
The guilt grew inside you every time you were close to Stefan. You swore to yourself that you would sever whatever ties tie you to the hybrid, but every time you saw Klaus, whatever rational decision you made just got lost in your mind.
You were too busy with Klaus' overwhelming feeling on your body to care about anything else in the world.
Over time, your trysts turned into something more. You talked to each other and enjoyed the mere presence of the other without having to do any "adult stuff".
You were starting to feel more than lust for him. And it terrified you. But you were too deeply into Klaus Mikaelson to just walk away from him. To let go forever that feeling of excitement every time you sneaked up on each other and the overwhelming feeling that only a hybrid could make you feel. Klaus has destroyed you for any other man. And you both knew it. Just like the fact that you had control over him too.
And now, lying with him in his bed, snuggling after very long hours of activities, you realized one thing: You fell for the devil, who was sleeping peacefully while holding you close to him.
You shifted slightly in his arms so that you could cup his cheek with your hand. That damn handsome face was the cause of all your moral battles going on within you. Because how could you fall in love with a man who sacrificed your sister in a ritual and nearly killed your aunt Jenna? How could you love someone who threatened to kill your loved ones? And most of all... how, despite his many sins, were you able to still see in him the shadow of humanity that he carefully hid from the world?
"I can almost feel your cerebral convolutions burn out." he muttered, snapping you out of his thoughts. He opened one eye, staring at you searchingly. "What are you thinking about?"
"About you. I feel like I've only been thinking about you lately."
"Is that wrong?" he asked, propping his head up with one hand and playing with your hair with the other.
"I don't know yet." you whispered, staring at him. You could spend the rest of your life like this. Lying next to this captivating 1,000-year-old vampire. The question is, did he share your feelings?
"So let me reassure you and say that you, too, appear in my head more often than I could possibly allow, love. Thinking about those beautiful lips or enchanting eyes has nearly ruined my plans more than once."
"Always so good with words."
"And in many other things, my little human." he murmured, leaning in to cup your lips in a tender, slow kiss.
That's how things were with Klaus: slow, tempting, irritating, until the flame between you, fueled by those little banters, started to grow to the point where you both burned each other. And it was a feeling you never wanted to deprive yourself of. It doesn't matter how unethical and unfair it was to the people close to you.
The ringing of your phone snapped you out of this haze of pleasure. You somehow pushed Klaus away from you and reached for your phone on the nightstand. Elena. You groaned. The last thing you wanted was to talk to your sister.
"Be quiet for a minute, please." you asked the hybrid before you answered the phone. "Elena? What's going on?"
"Where are you?"
"House."
"I'm home and you're nowhere to be found. Where are you?!"
"God, take it easy! You didn't let me finish. I'm at a friend's house." Klaus raised an inquiring eyebrow, smiling and barely holding back a laugh. You punched him lightly in the chest, making him chuckle louder.
"Is it a male laugh? Who are you with? What friend is this?"
"This is Bob! You know Bob from my English class. We were writing an essay together. I told you about him, didn't I?"
"Just go back home. We need to talk." you hung up, staring furiously at the man below you.
"I asked you!" you screamed, hitting the hybrid with your pillow as he burst out laughing at you.
"I'm sorry, love. But you're a terrible liar."
"Well, I'm good enough for Elena to believe me. You should be glad. You won't have a group of angry vampires storming your house." you said, throwing the pillow back into place and laying down next to Klaus again. You could have stolen a few more moments with him before returning to that circus known as your home.
"Love, you know very well that they wouldn't have the slightest chance against me." he bragged, giving you a flick on your nose which made you giggle.
"Yes, yes. You are a stunningly handsome, powerful hybrid that everyone trembles before in fear."
"I know it perfectly well, but you don't know how wonderful it is to hear it from your lips." he murmured, pulling you to him by your chin for another kiss.
"Nik. I have to go home, you've heard by yourself."
"Stay a little longer." he murmured as he kissed the way along your neck and shoulder. "I'll find you an excuse."
"You kidnapped me last week. They won't fall for it for the 5th time."
"That's what you said the last time. And guess what..." he murmured, biting into the sensitive spot under your ear.
Before you got lost in each other again, you pushed him away, straddling him. He didn't care at all, continuing to kiss every inch of your exposed skin.
"I'll come to you in the morning before you're even up. Maybe I'll even skip my class."
"I hold you to your word." he murmured, sucking on a hickey just below your collarbone. You groaned, grabbing his blonde curls. "Now run away. If you're late tomorrow, I'll come get you myself, love."
"I hold you to your word, the mighty hybrid."
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"Elena, I'm home!" you shouted as you stepped over the threshold. You set your bag down by the entrance, looking around the house for any sign of your sister. "It would be nice if you would answer since you've already brought me here."
You went to the kitchen and poured yourself a glass of juice. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a note stuck to the fridge.
I went away with Damon for the weekend, Jeremy is staying with a friend tonight. Don't do any parties. Elena.
A whole house to yourself for the night? That could only mean one thing. You took your phone out of your pocket, smiling to yourself.
"Klaus? What are you doing tonight?"
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"No! Don't even tell me that you did it!" you laughed with the hybrid as he told you about one of his feuds with famous people.
You really wanted to see him throw an apple at Einstein.
"You know me, love. I'm not famous for my angelic patience."
"You are not famous for anything angelic at all."
"We're very brave today, aren't we? You know that teasing the original hybrid is not a good idea." he murmured, cupping my cheek with his hand and caressing my lips with his thumb. "First, you ran away from me sooner than I wanted, and then you told me to come here as fast as I could."
'Aren't you happy to be here?" you asked, putting your hands on his shoulders and playing with his hair.
"I am…" he pulled you to his chest, wrapping his arms around your waist. "But I'm not yet your boyfriend, who you could boss around."
"Yet?" you asked teasingly, raising an eyebrow.
"Yhm... yet." he murmured, catching your lips in a greedy kiss.
You moaned at the familiar, wonderful feeling of his soft lips on yours. You grabbed his necklace and dragged him into the living room with you.
With your wonderful grace, instead of sitting with him on the couch, you tripped over the coffee table. You groaned in pain, breaking the kiss and grabbing your sore leg. You would have fallen if not for your lover's strong arms.
"Fuck." you groaned, knowing full well that soon you'd have a new bruise to add to your collection.
"My clumsy little human. Come here, let me look at your terrible wound." he knelt down in front of you with a smirk, rolling up your trouser leg with unusual delicacy for him.
"Hey! This little human is capable of bringing the most powerful vampire on earth to his knees before her. Don't you dare underestimate me."
"Never, love." he murmured, before putting his lips to the spot you hit, making you shiver as soon as his plump lips made contact with your skin.
"I can kiss it better, but we both know that my blood is more effective."
"No! Only humans ways." you screamed in a panic. Klaus' wounded face quickly made you feel remorse for your sudden outburst. It wasn't his fault that you didn't want anything to do with the supernatural, and you certainly didn't want to take the risk of having vampire blood in your system. Typically, such a person ended up dead, waiting for his transformation. Even though your lover and boyfriend were vampires, eternity wasn't for you. "But it would be great if you took me to my bedroom."
"I don't think you're so hurt that you can't move on your own, love." he said with an amused smirk.
"That's because you've been invulnerable for a thousand years. You don't even know what a life-threatening condition I'm in right now. The only cure is my comfortable bed and your warm arms around me."
"Well, then I have to make sure my favorite human survives." he took you in his arms, laughing at how quickly you wrapped your hands around him.
With the skill of stealth practiced over months, he went straight to your room. Even knowing that no one but you is at home. It's just that both of you are used to hiding from the eyes of your friends and his family by now.
From the scowl on Klaus' face as soon as you entered the room, you could tell he looked again at the photo (of you and Stefan kissing) on your nightstand that he hated.
"You should burn it." he grunted, setting you down on the bed and standing tense in front of you, obviously not going to join you.
"It's a picture of me and my boyfriend. If he suddenly disappears, Elena and gang might get suspicious."
"Next time Kol and I fight them in here, I'll make sure it lands in the fireplace."
"Mr. Mikaelson... are you jealous?" you asked with a mischievous smirk, pulling him to you so that he was straddling you.
"No." he murmured as he kissed you and knocked the photo frame onto the carpet with one hand. "We both know who you really belong to. And one day, when you pluck up the courage to drop our ripper... I'd be happy to tell him what I've been doing with his sweet, tempting, resourceful girlfriend." he bit your neck, making you moan as he grabbed his shoulders. "And believe me, love, I'll tell him about all the beautiful sounds you made for me."
"Nik..." you moaned, grabbed his hair, and pulled him into another desperate kiss.
Too lost in each other's touch, lips, and scent, you didn't notice that someone had entered the house until your room door opened.
"Y/N you can't even imagine what Damon did. Y/N?!" your sister screamed as soon as she saw you making out with her worst enemy. "What are you doing?! And with him?! You're dating Stefan!"
"You want me to leave you two alone?" he asked, not bothering with the angry brunette. He watched you with obvious concern in his blue eyes as you tried to control your horror at the romance being wasted.
And by whom! Months of careful hiding, only to be discovered by Elena.
"Yes! Get out of here, Klaus!" your sister screamed, trying to push him out of the room, to which the hybrid didn't react at all. He just stared at you, waiting patiently for your response.
"It's okay. You can go. I'll call you later." you assured him with a gentle smile. Klaus stared at you unconvinced for a moment, but finally nodded and left, not forgetting to kiss you on the forehead and shoot Elena a murderous glare.
You sighed as the hybrid left the room. You knew you could feel completely safe with him when you were alone. But with the equally furious (and impetuous) Elena in the same room? Hell would break loose. And you doubted your sister would be lucky enough to survive this time.
"What the hell was that?! Do you have any idea what you're even doing?! YOU'RE CHEATING ON STEFAN! And with who?! The original who nearly killed me and Jenna!"
"Are you finished? Close the door behind you, you're making a draft."
"Is that what you meant? Were you trying to make me mad by making out with him in our house? You could at least spare Stefan the embarrassment and break up with him before you fucked Klaus like a whore."
"Really? Are you trying to make this about yourself? God, you're more fucked up than me, Elena. At least I don't put myself at the center of the damn universe."
"You're cheating on Stefan, you really don't see that as a problem Y/N?!"
"Well, you and Caroline have been drooling over him ever since he got here. He'll probably find comfort in either of you pretty quickly. I doubt he's particularly grieving for me." you tried your best to lie to Elena, but the truth was, you were afraid of Stefan's reaction.
Lately, Salvatore has been flooding you with various date propositions, texts, and phone calls. At one point, Klaus threw your phone out the window because you couldn't focus on him. He got a huge, angry lecture from you, and from then on, he allowed you a short text to dismiss your boyfriend while you were with a hybrid. But you knew you couldn't hide the truth any longer. It hadn't been fair to him from the very beginning of this secret, forbidden affair with Klaus.
"You know what. I'm sick of you, Y/N. Get out of here."
"What?"
"Get out of here. Maybe Klaus will take you in. Honestly? I don't care. You don't deserve an ounce of attention. Not after what you've done."
You gave her an incredulous look. You shook your head in amusement, laughing as you passed a very serious and pissed off brunette.
You didn't want to make your sister (and yourself) any more angry. So without saying a word, you just took your car keys, wallet, and phone and left the house.
You dialed Klaus' number in the car. You patiently waited for him to pick up as you drove out of downtown Mystic Falls and headed towards his mansion. You were hoping he'd put you up for the night until you found a way out of this sick situation.
You knew that your cheating on Stefan with Klaus was a huge blow to the younger Salvatore, something he didn't deserve at all, but Elena overreacted by kicking you out of the house. It was just between you and Stefan (and maybe also Nik). Your sister had no right to make such a drama linking your falling in love with Klaus to wanting to throw her off balance. It wasn't your fault that most of the hot guys wanted to kill her.
"Hello, love. Is everything okay? You looked quite terrified when I left. Are you sure that you don't want me to come to you? I can always get in by a window..."
"No. Actually, I'm on my way to your house. Will you have any free beds for me?"
"We both know that my bed is the most comfortable and sufficient for the two of us, love."
You were about to say something funny to his taunt, but suddenly something jumped out in front of your car. You screamed, trying to swerve and avoid the thing, but you ran straight into a tree. After that, there was only darkness.
~•♤♤♤•~
The first thing you felt when he regained consciousness was blood slowly trickling down the side of your head. You groaned, pressing your hand to the bleeding wound.
Surprisingly, the first thing that popped into your mind after the accident was not to check your health. You were worried that Klaus panicked upon hearing you hit a tree over the phone, probably smashing your car. You could only think about Klaus... at least before you noticed you were still in the car.
"Finally you woke up. I was afraid you crashed into that tree so hard that you died before I planned it." your head shot towards the driver's seat, where your boyfriend's voice was coming from. You groaned as you made a sudden move.
"Stefan?" you asked in surprise as your eyes widened. Wait... dead? He wants my death? You looked around in panic, realizing that the vampire had tied you to the chair.
"Did you forget about me? I heard from Elena that you found yourself a new boyfriend. Klaus, really? I didn't expect you to stoop so low."
"Well, I couldn't go any lower after dating you anyway." you said, coughing up blood.
"I gave you some of my blood so our fun wouldn't end too soon. I also invited Klaus. He'll be sitting in the front row, watching you slowly die, suffocating underwater." the speedometer showed 180 km/h. And Stefan was just accelerating. Your heart beat faster in panic as you tried to find a way out of this situation. Preferable one that doesn't include your drowning.
He must have switched off his humanity the moment Elena gave him the fucking good news. That's why you were afraid to tell Stefan about it. You didn't want his "dark side" to go outside to play. And now you were paying a fair price for your many lies. You were just fucking hoping that Elena would feel a hell of a lot of guilt when you died.
"Stefan. Listen. I know I cheated on you and did the worst possible thing to you by hiding in corners with Klaus and still giving you hope. I should have broken up with you the moment things started happening between me and Klaus, but I didn't. And no apologies from me can make up for that, and you have every right to be mad at me, angry, crazy. But if you kill me now, you'll never forgive yourself. You know I'm not going to become a vampire; I'm going to die the moment this car goes down in the water. Are you ready to have one more innocent soul on your conscience, ripper?" you asked in a broken voice, fearing for your life. It wasn't supposed to end like this.
"That's the thing, Y/N. I don't care anymore."
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw us drive onto that famous bridge, where he saved your and your sister's lives. How ironic that your life was to end in exactly the same place and by the same man who had saved it there earlier.
You closed your eyes, preparing yourself to fall, when suddenly Stefan stopped the car. You opened your eyes, sighing in relief.
Nik.
Klaus came to save you.
"This is probably the moment you should run away while you still have your head on your shoulders!"
Stefan pulled you out of the car by your hair, his hand on your back dangerously close to your heart. He stopped a few steps in front of Klaus, who looked surprisingly calm for him. At least for someone who doesn't know him. You could see fear and anxiety in his eyes, the way he gently clenched his jaw, and the stance he assumed.
"I think this time I'm the one with the advantage." you groaned in pain as he dug his hand into your side. You felt blood start to trickle from your new wound, staining your already bloody and torn shirt. The hybrid wanted to move, but suddenly ran into some invisible barrier. Bonnie must have cast a spell on him. Klaus growled a warning as Stefan's fangs were dangerously close to your neck. "One wrong move, and I'll do my ripper trick on your new toy, Klaus."
"Let her go. It's me you hate. You want revenge on me, not on her."
"You both deserve to be punished. Whatever I do with her, I'll get revenge on you in the process. You care so much about her, Klaus? A weak man who wants to live a gray, boring life? You'd get bored with her eventually. Actually, I'm giving you a beautiful gift. With her death, she will become a vampire. All you'll have to do to transform her is to pour blood down her throat. And believe me, Y/N, your lovely Klaus will rather make you end the transition than let you die."
You couldn't cry. You promised yourself that your fast heartbeat and trembling would be the only signs of fear that Stefan would notice.
"If you don't let her go now, I'll kill everyone and everything…" you didn't hear the rest as your neck was broken like a twig under Stefan's hands. And your body fell to the ground with Klaus' loud scream.
~•♤♤♤•~
Coming back to life after death should be a dramatic, suspenseful, and overall poignant moment. In your case, it was like waking up after a very long nap (probably after some big party, judging from your headache).
"Y/N!" Klaus' worried gasp reached your ears the moment you moved slightly.
You groaned as the light from the bedside lamp in his room illuminated you. Klaus' bedroom. He had to move you here after Stefan broke your neck. Salavtore broke your neck. You must be in a transition process.
"Nik?"
"I'm here, love. I'm not going anywhere. You're safe. My siblings are chasing the Salvatores and their gang all over town. I'll make sure none of them ever hurt you again." he murmured, kissing your forehead and pulling you closer to him. "I swear to you, you'll never have to be afraid of anyone again."
"Niklaus." somehow you managed to break free from the clingy hybrid's arms and sit on his bed. You clutched your head as the world around you began to spin. Klaus' warm hand cupped yours, anchoring you. After a while, everything stopped. It was just you, breathing heavily with a very worried 1000-year-old vampire by your side. "I can't stay with you. I... I can't be a vampire." you whispered as tears began to fill your eyes and all the stress from tonight began to turn into a terrifying panic.
"Love..." his pained look only intensified your despair and tears.
"No. Nik I-I can't live forever. I can't feed on the blood of innocent people... I... I don't want to die." you clung to him, crying into his chest like a little child.
You felt one of his hands wrap around your waist, placing you on his lap, and the other soothingly combing your hair.
"Shhh.. you don't have to be afraid, love. I'll be there for you, whatever you decide—even if these are your last hours. I'm not going to leave you alone. I don't want to convince you of anything, but if you decide that forever doesn't seem like such a bad idea, just know that I'll make sure you're not going through this on your own. I will help you control hunger, deal with overwhelming emotions. I can even steal blood from hospitals, hunt squirrels, or give you my own." you burst out laughing, imagining him running around the woods looking for squirrels. Klaus smiled at your laugh. He wiped the tears from your cheek with his thumb, looking at your tear-stained, snotty, and reddened face with great tenderness. "Being a vampire doesn't have to be so terrible. You have the whole world in front of you. And with me by your side? I'll make sure that you enjoy every second of your eternity. Only if you want it."
"What if I turn out to be a ripper like Stefan? Or my character will change completely, and you won't want me anymore? What if my darkness dominates and destroys my humanity?"
"I'll always love you, Y/N. Nothing can change that. If you end transition, I'll keep an eye on you. I won't let any of the things you're worried about happen. You have my word. You're everything that matters to me." you decided not to bring up the fact that he had just confessed his true feelings to you for now and instead buried your head between his neck and shoulder.
"Don't say that line. I only associate it with Elijah." you whispered with a smile, inhaling his scent, which brought you calm and safety.
"I could have predicted you'd focus solely on that sentence." he snorted indignantly, placing a kiss on your temple.
You sat there in silence for a while, hugging each other and soaking up each other's warmth. Klaus was drawing patterns on the exposed skin of your arm. Only now did you notice that he had changed you into his clothes. A strange feeling flooded your chest, warming your already flushed cheeks.
A persistent thought in the back of your mind snapped you out of this sweet moment between you two. You could have it forever. His arms around you. His lips on yours. His whispers in your ear. It could all be yours for eternity.
And maybe you didn't want to be a vampire. Maybe you wanted to live a normal life before, with your family, children, husband, boring job, and terrible boss. But now that Klaus has offered his eternal protection and affection?
You were too covetous to let him go. Too greedy for his affection and devotion to follow your beliefs. And so you have (willingly) gone against yourself since the beginning of this relationship. So what bad could happen this time? At least you'd be still alive.
"Okay." his intent gaze moved from your skin to your eyes, raising an eyebrow questioningly. "You've stuck with me. I'm gonna feed."
"Are you sure, Y/N?" he turned you around in his arms so that he could look at your face, searching for even an ounce of hesitation and uncertainty.
"Yes. After all, someone has to make sure you don't kill them all before they get what they're due. You are not famous for your patience."
"We will punish them. Together." he said, handing you the already prepared bag of blood from his nightstand. 0 Rh-. His favourite. You felt the hunger overwhelm you.
"Together." you agreed, taking the sack and groaning while sucking on all its contents. Klaus interrupted you from time to time, wanting you to slow down.
As you pulled away, Klaus took the empty bag from your hands, throwing it behind him. He gently stroked your cheek with his thumb, watching with fascination the changes slowly taking place in you. He couldn't wait to introduce you to his world.
"For always and forever." he murmured as he slid the daylight ring on your finger. You smiled as you saw the initials of your name and his surname carved into the lapis lazuli stone.
The son of a bitch must have been prepared for this a long time ago.
"For awlays and forever." you promised, sealing your fate by placing a fervent kiss on his lips.
From then on, you were a proud member of the Mikaelson family. And honestly? You haven't regretted your decision for even one second.
Certainly not when you both took your revenge. Or when Klaus proposed to you the right way. Or when you got married. Not for a brief moment of your eternity together.
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Kissing Tears
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pairing: stefan salvatore x female reader
warnings: i guess light angst, mentions of past abuse, fluff, kisses
summary: stefan has a bad dream of the past when his father would abuse him, you comfort him and calm his crying
a/n: this is the first time i'm writing angst (i wouldn't even really call it that) because i hate angst and would choose fluff and/or smut over it anyday
song: take on the world - you me at six
You were asleep and it was a quiet night.
Though you were suddenly awoken from the dream you were having when you felt something shaking next to you.
You sit up and rub your eyes before looking to your left. You see Stefan shaking slightly on the mattress with tears streaming down his face. You reach over and switch the lamp that was next to your bed on.
You quickly place your hands on his shoulder and shake him. He hasn't woken up yet so you call his name.
Finally, he bolts upwards and looks around him. You pull him into your arms and kiss his head.
"Y/n," he breathe out and he leans into your embrace.
"Shh, my love, I'm right here," you whisper as you run your fingers through his fluffy hair.
His breathing somewhat calms down and his tears slow. You take his face in your hands and pepper him in kisses, kissing the tears away as you do so.
"When you're ready to talk, I'm listening," you smile at him.
He lets out a cry that sounded like a whimper. "It was my father," he starts explaining in a small voice.
You play and braid his hair, as much as you can since his hair isn't long. He loves when you do that.
"The dream was like a flashback, to when Damon and I were kids. Our father would hit us. Part of the flashback I had was when my father got really mad, he took his burnt cigar and burnt Damon's hand with it. It was so bad, y/n," he cries.
"Shh, it's okay, darling. He's not here anymore," you say.
He sniffles and you take one of your hands to wipe his eyes.
"I know, I don't know how to stop the dreams though," he frowns.
"I'll figure something out," you promise, "I'm also so sorry for what the two of you went through when you were kids"
He smiles sadly and sits up.
"I'm going to get some water," he say, "go back to sleep"
"Are you sure? I would be more than happy to stay up with you," you tell him.
"I'm sure," you look at him unsure but he just nods with a smile and walks out to get his drink.
A few minutes later he walks back in to see the sleeping beautiful figure of his girlfriend. His lips pull into a gentle smile as he climbs into bed, wraps his arms around you, and pulls you into his chest. Your warmth gives him extra comfort as he falls back into a nightmare-less sleep.
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Making You Mine - Kai Parker x Reader
Okay so this one is SUPER LONG I’m sorry I got into it! I hope its okay! Requests are open! I can do TVD/TO and Teen Wolf. Request away my lovelies.
Pairing: Kai x Reader
Prompt: You’re Enzo’s sister (not by blood) and you have a secret kink/lifestyle that only your best friend Bonnie knows about. Kai ultimately finds out.
Warning: Daddy kink, DD/LG, fluff, smut and lot of Malachai Parker which everyone loves!
ENJOY!!
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“What?” You deadpanned, your face staring blankly into Enzo’s eyes.
“I said-”
“I heard what you said you bloody arsehole.” You grumbled at his cheeky response.
Enzo took you in when you were 5, you were an orphan on the street with no family and he knew how that felt so he chose to raise you in England until you were 21 then gave you the choice to turn and travel with him or to stay and have a human life. You chose to turn, because you didn’t want to leave the man who raised you to an eternity alone. He wasn’t just like a big brother…he was your big brother. Blood bound or not.
“All I’m saying is it’s obvious that you clearly like him.” Enzo supplied switching his gaze to his girlfriend who was currently sipping her coffee watching you and your brother bicker back and forth. Bonnie had become one of your closet friends and she knew pretty much everything about you, even a few things that Enzo didn’t. Such as your hidden lifestyle. Bonnie was open enough that you trusted her with your deepest secrets and desires.
“I don’t like him. More like I want him to bend me over while I scre-”
“Stop talking.” Enzo groaned as if you were causing him physical pain, chuckling along with Bonnie at the sour face he was pulling.
“He’s a psychopath so I personally don’t see the bloody appeal.” Enzo muttered after regaining his composure.
“He’s not like that anymore and you know it. Even Bonnie has forgiven him big brother.” You replied, rolling your Y/E/C eyes at his childish attitude.
“Yes but he doesn’t deserve someone as pure an-” Before he could finish his sentence Bonnie snorted making you blush because you knew exactly what she was thinking. You shot her a death glare picking up your coffee and taking a sip to avoid having to speak.
“What’s so funny?” Enzo asked obviously very confused by Bonnie’s reaction.
“You don’t wanna know babe.” Bonnie supplied making Enzo nod his eyes wide, like he was scared to know the truth. You knew if your big brother found out about your secret life he would never look at you the same.
After everyone finished their coffee, the couple dropped you off home and went out for their usual Friday Date night. Enzo was old fashioned and loved spoiling Bonnie. You thought it was so sweet how much he loved her. As you walked up to the house and saw Tyler’s car in the driveway you let out a pained sigh. You were currently living in the Salvatore boarding house along with Stefan, Caroline, Damon and Kai. You and Tyler weren’t on the best of terms after he bit you when you first came to town. Thankfully Niklaus handed over his blood easily since he liked Caroline and you were also good friends with Elijah who you met a few years after you turned. You stopped as soon as you saw Tyler, Stefan and Kai in the living room. Looking over at all of them, each holding a glass of bourbon. You rolled your eyes and hung up your coat and scarf up.
“Hey Y/N how was your coffee date with Bonnie?” Stefan asked sweetly making me smile. Stefan was always so sweet and kind to you, his gentleness is probably what made Caroline fall for him so easily.
“It’s was good but Enzo tagged along so girl conversation was kept to a minimum.” You pouted over at him before walking over to the kitchen and making myself a cup of tea. You really were British you thought to yourself. You strolled back into the front room, taking a seat in between Tyler and Kai, bringing your feet up and tucking them under you, sipping your tea as you soon settled down.
“Jesus why do you look like you’ve grown wolf claws?” Tyler snorted sarcastically, you looked down at my fresh acrylic nails that you had done the day before. They were stiletto shaped so you nodded noticing his comparison.
“You watch way too much teen wolf Tyler.” You teased mercilessly making him blush faintly.
“I d-do not!” He stuttered making you and Stefan laugh.
“Not that I blame you I mean…Derek Hale is a bloody sex god.” You groaned, faking a shiver for emphasis. Stefan snorted and took a sip of his drink before glancing at Tyler who was sulking in the corner of the couch.
“Anyway what are you boys doing tonight?” You enquired curiously as you sipped your tea.
“Well we’re going out to the bar to have a few round of pool and some drinks.” Tyler informed, nodding in response you kneeled up on the couch and reached over Kai to get your book you were reading in the living room the night before. You smiled sweetly at Kai before a voice interrupted.
“Jesus do you have to wave that thing at me. I may dislike you but I’m still a guy.” Tyler groaned rubbing a hand over his face. You looked over your shoulder to see him trying not to look at your ass, you were still hovering over Kai’s lap when you rolled your eyes at him. You sat back down ignoring Tyler’s previous statement.
“Caroline won’t be back tonight she’s staying with the kids because Alaric has a conference in New York. I’ll be joining her tomorrow since Alaric is gonna be gone a few days.” Stefan smiled softly adding that he’d leave you the key to the cellar. You nodded before making your way upstairs with you cup and book in hand. You reached the top of the stairs and almost tripping over a pair of combat boots.
“GOD DAMN IT MALACHAI!” You screamed before hearing all of them burst out laughing.
“Oops.” Kai chuckled softly before you made your way to your bedroom slamming the door angrily. You and Kai share this side of the house, his room is directly across from yours and he’s always leaving his shit everywhere. Stefan and Caroline have the attic area and Damon has the other side of the house.
After the boys left you checked they were completely gone and decided to have some you time. You searched through your wardrobe and grabbed the locked chest that was in the back of the giant wooden closet. Grabbing a pink crop top that had Princess written on it, your high waist Calvin Klein undies and some white and pastel pink stripy thigh high socks. You grinned deciding to also grab your stuffed white teddy and spare laptop that you used in secret. Making your way to the bed after changing into the outfit, you laid down on your stomach turning on the laptop and opening tumblr.
You had been a little since it pretty much became a thing. You didn’t do the whole diapers and bottle thing but you liked feeling small and well…little. You turned on your Lana Del Rey CD and scrolled through tumblr, re-blog some things your friends posted. Your profile on this laptop was purely for your daddy kink and little space so your entire blog was covered in pastel colors, cute frilly stuff and then the filthy gifs just to top it off. You turned up the music and kicked your legs aimlessly.
You rarely got to do this anymore because you lived in a house full of people, only one person had ever seen you like this and that was Bonnie. It wasn’t on purpose you just accidently slipped into little space around her one day. You guessed it was because of how comfortable you were with her. She was shocked at first but she went along with it because she’s understanding and cares. She even braid your hair. You loved that you had someone who knew about this, it made you happy that someone was so understanding.
You giggled as a message from one of your little friends popped up in the corner, you had known Lilly for years, she was a vampire and also had a vampire Daddy, you envied her for being able to find someone who understood everything and cared for her. You opened it to see a few pictures from over the past few days. A few of the pictures were of her and her Daddy (Alexander). Giggling as you scanned through the pictures of them at the zoo and making food together in the kitchen. Lilly was clearly in little space at the time the picture were taken. You sighed sadly, rolling onto your back staring at the ceiling intensely. You hadn’t had a Daddy in at least 10 years. Your last one was human and he didn’t know you were a vampire which is why it didn’t work out. Trust and honesty is needed in any kind of relationship especially these types.
You got up and decided to get some candy to cheer yourself up. Skipping downstairs with a grin on your face, the teddy still hanging in your grasp, you bent down and opened the cupboard you knew Kai hid his candy in. You picked up a lollypop and went to grab a chocolate bar but heard the sudden sound of a pair of keys hitting the floor. Jumping to a stiff position you spun round quickly hiding the candy behind your back. It was a literal version of a kids hands being caught in the god damn cookie jar. Kai stood there with wide eyes looking you up and down, you blushed looking at your feet trying to avoid his gaze.
“Hi…” You covered my mouth as soon as you realised you still had your little space head on. Your voice slightly more high pitched and full of innocence, blushing even brighter as you looked up seeing Kai’s eyes widen further if that was even possible.
“Hey Kai did you grab that th-” You heard Tyler making his way to the kitchen, your eyes widened in fear as his foot step got closer.
“Don’t come in here.” Kai interrupted him quickly, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Huh? Oh whatever come on lets go.” Tyler said stopping in the hall way right outside the kitchen.
“I can’t go I just realised I have to talk to Y/N about some stuff. I’ll speak to you tomorrow tell Stefan I said sorry.” Kai’s eyes narrowed as he looked you up and down once again.
Tyler sighed and slammed the front door on his way out. You were about to sneak up stairs and lock your door so you could text Bonnie and tell her possibly one of the most embarrassing stories of your life but when you tried Kai raised one brow at you like he was daring you to move from that spot. In that moment he looked like a Daddy who had caught his little sneaking candy when he said no. You made involuntary squeak that made his lips twitch slightly like he wanted to smile.
“Anything you’d liked to share?” He asked his voice slightly more stern than he usually spoke before you could stop yourself, you blurted out the truth.
“I’m a little.” Your eyes grew in size as you soon registered what came out of your mouth. The silence was deafening, the blush painting your cheeks increasing tenfold as you moved your candy filled hand to the front of my awkwardly.
“You have a Daddy?” Your eyes shot up looking at him in surprise that he knew what little was. His voice seemed tense like he wanted to yelled but couldn’t. You shook your head and began speaking.
“I’m unowned and haven’t been collared in about 10 years.” Your voice was quiet but you knew he could hear you. His eyes grew dark a smirk slowly making its way to his lips. He made his way over to you stopping as he backed you into the corner of the kitchen sides. He looked into your eyes, his blue ones softening considerably.
“In that case I might just have to make you mine. Would you like that princess?” He whispered a real smile appearing on his face. Your eyes widened as you stared at him like he had grown another head. You’ve wanted a Daddy for so long but to have the man you have been lusting after all this time to offer you everything you want was like a dream that you never wanted to wake up from.
“R-Really?” You question curiously in a soft innocent tone.
“Mhmm. We should have a trial period to see if it’s really what you want. Okay baby girl?” Kai responded his voice soothing and gentle. You nod your head eagerly a bright smile forming on your gloss covered lips. You looked up at him shyly through your thick lashes, he grinned back causing your heart to flutter slightly.
“God if I’d have known you were a little I might have made my move sooner.” Kai groaned his hands making their way to your waist picking you up and putting you on the counter top.
“D-Daddy?” You said unsurely, since it was your first time calling him that. His eyes darkened slightly before his smile brightened.
“Yes princess?” He responded happily.
“C-Can I kiss you?” Your blush had yet to leave you face and wouldn’t be anytime soon as the thought of finally being able to kiss this gorgeous man in front of you swamped your mind. Instead of answering and cupped your cheeks gently before bringing his lips down to yours and kissing you softly. You felt so much emotion swirl in your stomach, his lips were surprisingly soft. They moved slowly prying your own lips open, his tongue cautiously slipped past your teeth wanting to explore all of you. His tongue investigated your mouth with so much tenderness you teared up slightly. He pulled back and stared at me in shocked wiping my eyes carefully.
“What’s the matter baby?”
“I’m s-sorry, it’s just I’ve been waiting for the right Daddy to come along and the fact that I’ve had a crush on you for a while and now this is happening…I’m just really happy.” You sniffed, smiling up at him happily. He kissed your cheek with a smile before picking you up and wrapping your legs around him. You giggled as he sped upstairs to his room, he placed you on the bed carefully before turning on his smart TV he had on his wall. He put on Netflix and sat on the bed with you, pulling you into his chest like you’d done it a million times before.
Sitting here with him felt so natural. You snuggled into him as he put on ‘Beauty and the beast’ you squealed as your favourite movie came on making Kai chuckle at you. Half way through the movie you got a message through Instagram. You opened it to see a picture of Alex and Lilly sat in what you presumed was their bed, Lilly was holding a teddy with one arm and the other was clutching Alex’s top. You read the message below.
‘When are you gonna come and see us? – A&L’
You sighed sadly, suddenly your phone was yanked out of your hand you tried to grab it but he moved it out of your reach. Suddenly the front camera had loaded up. Daddy pulled you into him, his lips pressing to the top of your head as you heard the camera sound go off, you looked at him confused as he sent it to Lilly and Alex with a message saying ‘Soon – L/F/N & K’
“You don’t have to envy your friends anymore princess. If you want selfies with Daddy or you want a new dress. All you have to do is ask.” He stated confidently, you stared at him with wide eyes. Before either of us could blink you were straddling him, your lips smashed against his. You hadn’t felt happiness like this in years. You left out a soft whimper as you pushed your hips into his. You pulled back and bit your bottom lip, both my hands resting on his chest.
“Jesus…You look so innocent right now.” He flipped you both over, his hands pinning your arms to the bed. He moved closer his lips hovering near your ear.
“It makes Daddy wanna ruin you.” He moved back slightly, looking down at you with lust filled eyes. He slowly kissed down your neck, his hands sliding up your crop top exposing naked breasts. You heard him groaned as he looked down at your body. You let out a needy whine as his lips enclosed around your nipple, his right hand stroking up and down your body soothingly, his other gently massaging your left breast as his mouth tend to the right. He continued kissing down your stomach making you arch into his touches, biting your lip to keep from whining again. As he reached the top of your high waist Calvin’s you gripped his shoulders your manicured stiletto nails digging into his flesh. He groaned and sucked a hickey into your ribs which you both knew would be gone before you finished but he didn’t care.
“Those little claws are going to be the death of me kitten.” He groaned as he tore off your undies you were about to snap at him for breaking your favourite pair of undies but when his lips were hovering over your dripping pussy you lost all words.
“I’ll buy you some of the same ones in pink whatever you want baby.” He spoke as if he knew you weren’t happy about the undies.
“P-Please Daddy…” You cried out as he kissed everywhere but the source of your problem.
“What do you want princess?” His hands rubbed circles into your hips making you buck into his touches.
“Touch m-me…Please D-Daddy…” You tried to clench your thighs together for some kinda of frictions but Kai pushed them down spreading them further as he did. Instead of replying he finally moved his lips to your soaking pussy, he licked softly at your clit causing you to lurch forward at the sudden immense amount of pleasure. Your hands thread through his hair tugging on it slightly. He didn’t give you any warning before entering you with two fingers, making you arch up in surprise, a moan making its way past your lips. Kai’s lips pulled away from your clit his husky voice only making your arousal worse.
“God your moans are filthy. Daddy’s so hard baby girl.” You tugged at his hair making his hiss, he sat up easing your hands off his hair and pulled his shirt off. You looked his toned body up and down admiring the view as he pulled his pants and boxers off. You stared at his member which was a lot bigger than you had imagined, it was thick and it made you keen at the thought of it being inside you.
“Like what you see princess?” Kai asked smugness radiating off him but you didn’t care. You nodded biting your index finger watching him as he got between your legs his fingers soon re-entering you. Sighing in appreciation as you pushed yourself as far as you could onto his finger. He moved his hand slightly, the heel of his palm against your clit, his ring and index finger got into a certain position. You knew as soon as his finger started moving up and down what he was doing. You screamed as his finger pushed into your g-spot firmly, you’d only been with one other guy who knew how to find and hit your g-spot. Most men don’t know where it is. Your screams were getting louder as his up and down motions got faster, he placed his hand on your pubic bone to hold you down.
He grinned down at you clearly loving the reactions he was getting, you instantly felt your insides clench as he made you cum for the first time, you saw white as you fell off the edge into bliss. Your body was having little spasms as you came down from your high but apparently Kai wasn’t done because as you started to see slightly better he started doing it again. You looked up at him with wide eyes.
“D-Daddy stop…” You sobbed your back arched slightly, another orgasm building up.
“Cum for me princess.” He demanded softly, his voice finally pushing you’ve over the edge once again as you felt yourself starting to squirt. It wasn’t loads but it was enough to make you flush in embarrassment. You knew what squirting was but had never experienced it so you were shocked beyond belief. You covered your face with your hands embarrassed at what had just happened. All of a sudden I felt Kai’s tongue at your entrance making your body twitch.
“God baby girl that was so hot…You taste so delicious.” He moaned as he continued lapping at the mess you had just made. You gasped at his words looking down at him in shock.
“D-Daddy I want your cock inside me…now.” You demanded you still managing to sound timid and embarrassed.
“Good because Daddy wants to see if he can do that again. With his cock this time.” Kai smirked as he moved his dick towards your entrance. As he pushed in slowly your hands grabbed onto him clawing at his back at a desperate attempt to ground yourself. He was by far the biggest you’d had making you feel fuller than you had ever felt. Once he was full inside he started thrust slowly changing his angles until he found what he was looking for. Once he found your g-spot again he started thrusting into it roughly.
“Shit! O-Oh god Daddy!” You screamed your nails still digging into his flesh drawing blood, making his speed increase.
“Princess you’re so tight I don’t know how much longer I’m gonna last.” He groaned his breath fanning across your cheek. Your body started to build for the third time tonight, your walls clenching round him.
“M-Me too Daddy…S-So close.” You screamed in pleasure as you felt yourself building further.
“Come on baby girl cum all over Daddy’s cock.” He moaned huskily into your ear. With that you fell off the edge more powerful than the previous two times, you felt Kai pull back still pounding into you mercilessly as he watched you cum undone all over him.
“P-Please Daddy cum inside my pussy.” You moaned seductively, biting your index finger for emphasis. He bite his lip letting out a pleasure filled groan as you felt his hot seed spill into you. You moaned as some of the hot seed trickled out because of the shear amount. He rolled off you and laid next to you pulling you close to his chest.
“Well done baby. You made Daddy very happy.” You sighed contently as he stroked your hair lovingly, whispering words of praise into your damp hair. After about 5 minutes he detangled himself from you making you whine.
“I’ll be back in a minute I need to get you some juice.” He said softly lend over the bed and kissing your forehead gently. You shook your head and made grabby hands at him.
“You want to come with me?” He asked softly, you just nodded in response. He chuckled and made his way to get you some clothes. He grabbed his shirt and boxers then left the room coming back with some panties and a cloth. He slid on his boxers and some joggers before moving over to dress you. He wiped you down before sliding his top on to you that he’d been wearing previously and the panties he’d just brought you. You sighed happily as he made sure your socks were set right before picking you up bridal style. You let out a giggle as he sped downstairs only to come to an immediate stop in the living room. You looked up at him confused before you saw his face. You looked at what he was looking at, there sat Enzo, Damon, Bonnie and Tyler. You jumped out of Daddy’s arms, which was a big mistake as you literally couldn’t stand. Kai caught me before you fell lifting you back up with a worried look on his face.
“Well this is sufficiently awkward.�� Tyler whisper under his breath. You dared to turn and look at your brother, a blush covering your cheeks.
“That was kinda hot not gonna lie, though I didn’t take Y/N as a screamer.” Damon snickered making Enzo shoot him a death glare shut him up instantly.
“Well I’m happy for you. Your brother would probably say the same if he wasn’t so mentally scarred right now.” Bonnie added smiling softly at you.
“You heard her from all the way upstairs Bonnie!?” Kai screeched making you look up at him.
“Yeah…” Bonnie replied cautiously, at that Kai appeared to preen like he’d been told he was a god. You rolled your eyes smiling softly.
“Don’t look so smug Malachai. When I get a hold of you. You’re not gonna have a dick.” You heard Enzo growl as he sped towards both of you. Kai ran to the other side of the living room placing you of the couch gently, like that was his only concern. Suddenly he was yanked back you grabbed the nearest heavy object ready to throw it when Bonnie stopped you shaking her head. You looked at her confusedly before turning to look at your brother. Enzo had his fist back ready to throw a punch at Kai who was pinned to the coffee table.
“Fine hit me if it makes you feel better but that not gonna stop me. I’ve waited far too long for this and I won’t give her up now. You might think my feels are just lust but they’re not! She’s the reason I’m trying to repent, trying to make myself better. The moment I saw her pure and innocent smile I wanted to be a man worthy of her.” You sat there shocked at his confession your hands trembling as you took in every word he said. He glanced over at you and smiled softly. You took a deep breath and smiled back at him. Your brother turned to look at me seeing the smile you had on your face. Enzo let him going letting Kai get up but making no move to help him.
“Just know if you ever hurt her. I will torture you before I kill you.” Enzo snapped before sitting down next to Bonnie. Kai nodded and left the room quietly. He soon came back with a glass of orange juice and a blood bag. He sat down passing you the glass before stroking your hair as you drank the juice, you shot him a smile as you finished the juice. He nodded smiling as if to say an unspoken ‘Good Girl’ after that you cuddled and sat with everyone talking around you.
You’ve never been as happy as you are in this moment.
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The New Baby
Klaus Mikaelson X Reader!Daughter
Word Count: 977
Requested: @emaz-0225
Request: Can you do an imagine for TVD where the reader is the daughter of Katherine Pierce and Klaus Mikaelson and she is adopted by Damon Salvatore in 1864 but in 2009 she goes back to Mystic Falls and She gets attracted to Jeremy Gilbert and one night in summer when Jeremy is high and the reader is drunk they sleep together and she gets pregnant with twins and she names them The girl Jaylynn Katerina and The boy Asher Conrad and she is protected by Damon and Stefan and when Klaus comes into town he goes Papa wolf and he let's Katherine be free from the chase.
When the twins are 9 months old. The reader comes to the mikaelson mansion freaking out because Asher is crying and won't eat and the only one to calm him down is Klaus who flashes his eyes ( Hybrid ) and Asher flashes his vamp and wolf eyes and he then has magic he and Jaylynn are tribrids and so Klaus makes Tyler get a blood bag and he then mixes it with the formula and Asher drinks it he was so hungry
A/N: I had to change the order of some events to make this work so some things might seem a little out of place in terms of Klaus' history.
You should have known the moment that it happened that you were going to have to explain it to multiple people, the issue was that you didn’t even know if you were able to have kids until this point, let alone how to raise them, you panicked the whole way through your pregnancy even with Damon and Stefan reassuring you that everything was going to be okay. You hadn’t expected that your kids would be the result of a drunken one night stand with your fathers, girlfriends brother… Yeah the family dynamic was going to be so weird
It was just before the birth that Klaus showed up and you weren’t sure that you should have babies around when he was in town causing trouble. That being said the moment that they were born you all the panic went out the window and you twin babies were the only thing that matter, now it would have been weird enough that he was even interested in you but then he started getting protective and you decided that the only way that you were going to get answers past the vague ones that you were getting from Damon, your adoptive father. “Explain it to me, what the hell is your stake in all this?” You asked as you looked at him. “Why do you care that I was pregnant, that I have children?”
“They never told you…” He smirked as you frowned at him.
“Told me what?” You asked.
“That I’m your father.” He answered.
“Why would I believe anything that you say?” You asked.
“You can ask your mother if you like.” He suggested. “Or have they kept her identity from you as well.”
“I know my mother is Katherine.” You answered.
“Good then you can ask her.” He said as pulled out his phone ���Katherine… No…I have someone here that you might want to meet… She needs you to confirm who her father is… You tell her the truth and I’ll give you your freedom back.” Klaus turned to you then. “She’ll be here soon.”
“Why wait this long to see me then, if you are my father?” You asked.
“Katherine hid you from me, I didn’t know where to find you, in fact finding you this time was a complete accident.” He explained. “Though the surprise that you had in store for me was completely unexpected.”
“I never planned to have them, I didn’t think I could.” You mumbled.
“Well given the hybrid side of you it could be the wolf genes that have allowed you to have children.” Klaus explained.
“You’ve had other children?” You asked.
“No just you.” He answered. “After you, my father sealed my wolf power, I’ve not been able to use it for a long time now.”
“Oh.” You nodded as a shadow cast over the table.
“At least I could count on those two idiots to look after you.” The voice of Katherine made you turn your head.
“He’s my father?” You asked.
“Yes.” Katherine answered, you had met her before and while she had never tried to kill you the way she had the others, you were collateral should you choose to get in the way, so your relationship was strained. “Why didn’t you tell me before?”
“I didn’t think that it was relevant or that you even cared.” She explained, you looked between them both and shook your head.
“Why are my parents 2 of the most emotionally challenged people that I have ever met?” You mumbled to yourself, Katherine rolled her eyes as Klaus chuckled softly (you were lucky he was in a good mood).
“You know where to find me if you even need help.” Klaus said “with them and their nature.”
“What are you talking about?” You asked.
“They’ll be different, trust me.” He smirked before they both disappeared, you groaned as you pressed the heel of your palm to your eyes attempting to process what you had just been told, that is until parenthood called.
It was maybe a couple of days later when it happened Asher, your little boy would not stop crying, you had tried everything that usually worked, food, toileting, burping none of it worked and then you remembered what Klaus had said and decided that you had nothing else to lose given the fact that no one else would be able to help you. You walked up the mansion door and knocked, Tyler was the one that opened the door “what are you doing here?” He asked and you raised an eyebrow before gesturing for him to move. “You didn’t answer the question.”
“Tyler move out of her way.” Klaus’ voice sounded from inside the house, for once he didn’t look like the monster that he had been pretending to be all this time. “To what do I owe the pleasure.”
“You said that they would be different, is that why he won’t stop crying?” You asked.
“Hmm.” Klaus hummed as he walked towards you. “May I?” He asked, you gently handed the little boy over now, wrapping your arms around the little girl and gently rocking her, you watched as Klaus flashed his eyes at Asher, whose eyes flashed back in response “he’s a tribrid.”
“Tribrid?” You asked.
“He’s a vampire, witch, werewolf mix, likely because of my family.” He explained.
“What does that have to do with his crying?” You asked.
“He’s hungry.” Klaus said.
“I tried feeding him he doesn’t-”
“Do you have his milk?” He asked and you nodded, handing over the bag filled with baby supplies. “Tyler get a blood bag.” It was only a few minutes later that Asher had calmed and finally gone to sleep, you sighed as you looked at him finally settled.
“They need blood?” You asked.
“Only a small amount, that will change as they get older though.” He explained.
“Right.” You nodded.
“I can help you, if you want.” He offered.
“Help me?” You asked.
“You have a whole family that would be willing to help.” He explained. “Just give us a chance.”
“One.” You said and he nodded.
*Part 2*
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damon salvatore—in the path of a lightning bolt
.ೃ࿐ྂ damon salvatore x fem!reader
summary: there’s a mysterious man at the bar. do you know him already? [warnings: mentions + consumption of alcohol, mentions of food] -> i’m not super happy with this but i’m posting it anyway.
word count: 1.9k
fanfic no. 018
walking into the mystic grill, you sighed a deep breath of relief to be far from everyone else, far from elena, caroline and bonnie. there was something going on with all three of them and none of them had bothered to clue you in. you were the outsider, and you’d no idea what you had done to deserve it.
ever since stefan had come to town, everything had been different, especially elena.
you sat at the bar, hopping up on a stool before the young looking bartender. it seemed busier than usual, though you weren’t sure why. the bartender gave you a smile but you weren’t quite interested in ordering yet. turning around the survey the rest of the room, you saw what looked to be a rather rowdy party heading over to the bar from the back of the grill. you recognised one of them, though you weren’t sure from where. his eyes lit up when he saw you—he’d caught on faster than you had—and he began approaching your stool.
“y/n?” he said as if in astonishment. but no one ever left mystic falls.
“sure is,” you laughed, hoping he wouldn’t notice that you couldn’t really remember him.
“great to see you! are you meeting someone?” he asked, not hiding his intentions very well.
“uh, no!” you smiled coyly, wondering if this might win you a free drink. it was all a game, truly.
“awesome,” he smirked, and you could see his demeanour changing upon learning this new information. “can i buy you a drink?”
“sure, why not?” you said, as if it wasn’t what you were hoping for all along.
“what do you want?”
“how about some tequila?” you suggested innocently.
he scoffed slightly, for it wasn’t often people asked for tequila when someone offered to buy them a drink—it usually informed the buyer of their disinterest in them in favour of free intoxication. but he was a man and he wasn’t going to complain about your drink of choice, he was simply happy you took him up on the offer.
the bartender barely gave you a second glance when the man ordered four shots for the both of you. you declined the lime and salt, took the shots eagerly and waited for him to finish his routine of licking salt from his hand, drinking the shot and then biting into a lime twice over until he was finished. he smiled with anticipation when the shot glasses were empty, but for some reason his joy began to fade in an instant.
“why don’t you go enjoy your party?” a voice came from behind you, and the man before you did as he was told without another thought.
“so, long day?” the voice asked you, sliding in next to you at the bar.
you turned to look at the person who had ruined your chance for free drinks. he was handsome, there was no denying that—his beauty was almost timeless. but he had ruined your carefully crafted plan, so this was no time for pleasantries, especially since you couldn’t quite see what was so intimidating about him that the man before would simply give up without complaint.
“maybe,” you said, hoping to be blunt enough to push him away.
there were plenty of people in the mystic grill, plenty of other people to bother, so why did it have to be you? maybe it was because you were here alone, a perfect target. though, you could think of worse; this man had a dangerous sense of allure about him. his pale blue eyes promised something you weren’t sure you wanted. but you always thought there was no harm in peeking.
“hmm, boyfriend got you down?” he asked, downing the bourbon he had ordered in one, clean sip. “or girlfriend?”
“no, he’s-”
“oh, but there is someone? so, am i too late?” he smirked coquettishly. you were about to complain about elena’s boyfriend, but perhaps there was another, more intriguing, way to get drinks in this bar.
“depends on what you have to offer,” you shrugged.
there was a glint in his eye as he shuffled closer to you. “anything you want,” he whispered closely. his breath was stained with alcohol, but at that moment, it was all you wanted.
the man eyed the empty shot glasses and the half eaten limes next to you and began to eye the bartender. “four more,” he asked quickly, before turning his attention back to you.
“and you think you have what i want?” you asked, cocking an eyebrow, thanking the bartender silently as he passed you and the mysterious man more shots.
“i think,” he began, eyeing your lips as you put the small glass to them. “you know exactly what you want, and you wouldn’t waste your time on me if you thought i didn’t have it.”
how interesting, that he would be right having just met you. but staring at him now, he was beginning to look oddly familiar. the messy black hair, the dark menacing eyes, that thrilling smile. maybe he hadn’t just met you. maybe he was someone who watched you from afar, just like he did everyone else. someone who learned people’s secrets before he introduced himself so he always had the upper advantage. someone who thrived on an invisible power dynamic.
“i know you,” you accused, narrowing your eyes at the so-called stranger.
his smile never faded, but he didn’t speak either. it was a perfect mask, you thought, indifference. the more the two of you stayed quiet, you silently analysing him, and him smirking at you analysing him, the more you saw past his mask. he was starting to get a little nervous. but why? who was he? you were just about to give up when his smile dropped completely. and then, you knew exactly who it was, damon salvatore.
“you’re damon, stefan’s brother,” you named him, “what do you want with me, damon?”
he seemed amused that you’d figured it out, humoured that you’d challenged him. he thrived on chaos, living life on the edge of a knife with the blade up. “not much,” he raised his eyebrows nonchalantly. “where’s elena? with stefan?” he taunted.
“what’s it to you? want to know all their secrets?”
“oh, i know all of their secrets. i’m more intrigued by you. you’re very interesting,” he laughed, but you weren’t at all sure his words were genuine.
his laugh might have been enough to convince you to believe him, but you remembered elena’s warning about stefan’s older brother. though she wouldn’t tell you more than was necessary. she was always keeping secrets these days. perhaps that was why you wanted to know more, to know what made him tick, or perhaps it was completely out of elena’s influence.
“i have a feeling you already know all my secrets. you don’t seem the type to offer any part of yourself before knowing the other’s weaknesses,” you pointed out, taking your last shot, beginning to feel the strong liquor take effect.
“what’s the use in knowing your weaknesses? no, i like to know your strengths, that way i can play to them,” he corrected, offering you a sip of his bourbon. you laughed at him, bowing your head, but took the glass between your fingers.
“you’re good at the game, i’ll give you that,” you smirked, taking a sip and letting the liquid sit on your tongue for a moment.
“what can i say?” he accepted your compliment. “but games are all well and good, it’s much more fun when you have an opponent who hates to lose.”
so it’s not the winning he enjoys, as much as beating someone who prides themselves on never losing. but if he wasn’t playing games with you, what was he doing?
“i think i’m starting to figure you out,” you dared.
“i don’t think so.” was he nervous? “and besides, there’s no need, you’ll only ever know what I tell you.”
“well that’s not true at all, is it?” you laughed, scrunching your eyebrows together in confusion.
“isn’t it?”
“well, you’ve never said you’re handsome, have you? but i know that about you,” you pointed out, looking rather smug until you realised just exactly what you’d revealed. perhaps the tequila was going to your head.
he didn’t reply, only smiled and nodded as if in agreement. of which part, you weren’t sure. it began to get quite rowdy behind you again, and it was clear form the increasing noise that the party were nearing the bar for more drinks.
“should we get out of here?” he asked in a low rumble, leaning closer to you.
the sensation sent shivers down your spine, and you perked up a little higher in response.
“yeah, i think we should,” you grinned.
you hopped down from the stool and stumbled a bit, becoming, for the first time, acutely aware of the amount of alcohol you’d had in such a short period of time with little food in your system. he caught your arm and held you up gently, steadying you. you tried to ignore the heat you felt where his hand clasped around your arm and where his own arm wrapped around your waist, but that was quite nearly impossible. damon walked you out of the bar and called for a taxi, all while keeping hold of you like you might disappear or hurt yourself accidentally.
the cab was quick to stop for the two of you and damon opened your door and helped you in, making sure you had your bag safely with you. he quickly entered from the other side, dropping in beside you and leaning against the window. you hadn’t fastened your seatbelt, though damon hadn’t noticed, so you slid along the leather seats or the cab closer to him. damon looked at you, almost surprised. you liked that, to surprise someone that always seemed to be one step ahead. he flashed a quick smile before leaning in a little closer, surprise seemingly left behind as fast as it had come. you pushed closer to where you wanted to be, closer to what might be dangerous, closer to what might have consequences. there were a few hesitant moments before your lips collided in a quick, tender kiss that was much better than you could’ve imagined. his cold hand moved to your jaw before caressing your neck, and you moaned slightly at his icy fingertips touching your heated skin.
damon pulled away suddenly. “this is me,” he informed the driver. the car pulled over and damon opened his door, exiting the car swiftly and adjusting his jacket.
pouting as he got out, you reached for his fingers, but only skimmed the palm of his hand. he bent his head so he could see you clearly, but he wasn’t smiling or smirking, he was simply looking at you for a split second before the armour he wore took shape again.
“come and find me when you’re running on more than tequila, i’d be more than happy to entertain you for a while,” he offered with a wink before addressing the driver. “2104 maple street for her please,” he asked, handing over some money. “elena’s been looking for you.”
he shut the door before you could respond and you watched him as the car began to drive away, turning look at him through the back window as he stood in the middle of the road, smiling as you left him behind.
‘come and find me’, you thought to yourself with a grin.
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Dating in Your 20s
kai parker x reader
summary: it's been a while since you've been on a date, but after months of swiping right, you finally think you've found the one. or, so you thought.
tags: college au (ish), online dating, the scull bar, alcohol, use of date rape drugs / roofies, protective!kai, slightly less sociopathic!kai
word count: 2.2k
a/n: so i've been overly critical of my work lately, and haven't posted a few things i've written because i haven't thought they were good enough. but then i realized that no matter how dumb or cheesy they might be, someone might still enjoy them, so i'm going to post them anyway, especially while i get back into the swing of things. so these next few posts might not be my favorites, but i hope they still make some of you smile <3
It feels like forever since you’ve last been on a date. Ever since the tumultuous relationship with your ex, you’ve been afraid to re-enter the dating pool. It isn’t easy to find people you match with; either your hobbies align, but they’re too cocky, or the conversation’s okay, but you share nothing in common. You’ve been scouring the popular apps for months after realizing you’re ready to try again, but it hasn’t been easy.
That is, until you finally find the perfect match for you.
Two nights ago, you started talking. He’s just your type, and a great conversationalist. There’s a picture with him and his dog in his bio - a plus, and he’s void of any pictures of him holding fish - a bigger plus. The only downside is that his name starts with, “J”, but that’s the only red flag you see.
So, when he asks you on a date after a well-recovered cheesy pick-up line, you agree.
The Scull Bar. Seven o’clock.
To your own surprise, you find yourself excited.
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Conversation flows in person as well as it did on the app. He has a cute smile, and gentle wrinkles on the sides of his eyes that only appear when he laughs. He’s about a year older than you, but once you hit your twenties, that doesn’t matter too much. You talk for about an hour, sharing some details about your personal lives. School life, work life, any hobbies not previously mentioned, and some about family and friends. He mentions a crazy ex-girlfriend, which is where you reply, “same, but with my ex-boyfriend.” And while that topic made you a little uneasy, you’re still enjoying yourself, so you try not to linger on it.
As the time on your phone nears nine o’clock, you both agree to get a drink before you part ways. It is a Friday, after all, and the town is small enough that the bar is somewhat a walking distance to your dorm. Of course, you won’t tell him where you live on the first date, but you assure him you won’t be drinking and driving.
With a laugh, he nods, then you both order a round.
“I’m going to hit the bathroom real quick,” you say, needing to pee after all the water you anxiously drank before you left your house.
“Alright, no worries.”
On the opposite side of the bar, a curious eye watches the interaction. In fact, he’s been watching you the whole time, suspicious of your date. Kai thought it was weird for the man to sit at the bar, rather than an actual table. You seemed to shrug it off quickly, but the young witch has kept his sights on you just in case.
For years, Kai has learned to read people through their body language. He can smell out bad intentions from a mile away, and even though he’s never seen this man in his life, he gets them from him. Kai doesn’t know you well, either, but has seen you in the background of vampire collateral. You live in Elena, Caroline, and Bonnie’s dorm building, and every time you accidentally walk into something you shouldn’t see, Stefan or Damon have to compel it from your mind. Kai admits he feels a bit bad for all the students at Whitmore who’ve had their minds wiped a thousand times because the stupid Salvatores are always running a muck around their school.
Of course, he doesn’t usually care too much about anyone, but there’s something he likes about you. Somehow, you’ve managed to be at the scene of every crime. And while you don’t remember it, the two of you have made eye contact each time it’s happened. Then, after you’re compelled to forget, you give him the cutest quizzical look that makes his breath catch in his throat.
Kai doesn’t know enough about you to know you’d be on a date tonight, but he’s listened and observed enough to know this is your first one with this guy. And shit, as much as he doesn’t want to care, he can’t help but feel a strange protectiveness over you.
So, he’s been watching. And listening. And through your words and body, he’s learned a lot about you. But, he’s also learned a lot about your date. As you go to the bathroom for a moment, he learns a little bit more.
The man occupies himself with his phone while awaiting your return. He laughs and scrolls, laughs and scrolls, then double taps to like something, and all the while, Kai cringes. Not one minute have you been gone, and he already needs his phone to entertain him. The witch rolls his eyes and sips his own drink. As he does, the bartender slides yours and his to your date, who then thanks him with a passing glance. Kai watches him put his phone down. His hand retreats to his pocket, and his eyes search for the bathroom door. His leg bounces with slight nervousness as he discreetly pulls something out and drops it in your drink. Kai pulls his mouth off his straw, suspicious. Your date brushes off his hands and picks his phone back up. His leg continues to bounce.
In an instant, Kai slides into the seat beside him. It’s a silent and ominous trick he loves; he’d used it on Damon and Bonnie a thousand times in the prison world.
“Hey,” he taps the man once on the shoulder.
Your date spins around and jumps, hand to his heart. “Fuck! Dude, you scared me. What the hell?”
“What are you doing over here?”
“What do you mean, ‘what am I doing?’ I’m on a date, fuck off.”
“Yeah, but you’re-”
“Hey, sorry,” you return, “there was a bit of a line.”
“That’s fine. This jackass here-”
“Who is this?” You accidentally interrupt, spotting Kai. He was strangely familiar, yet not at all recognizable, as if you’d seen him in a dream.
“Yeah, that’s what I’m saying. This jackass just slid over here and prodded me. Go away, dude.”
Kai nods to you. “Can’t do that. Hey, you said you’re on a date? That’s fun. Is it your first?”
You narrow your eyes. “What’s it matter to you?”
“Just curious.” He jabs his thumb to his old seat. An abandoned blue cocktail sits, half drunk, on the bar. “I was just sitting over there just a minute ago and happened to see your date, out of the corner of my eye, fumbling with some pill or powder type of thing. Curious thing is that he put one in your drink, but not his own.”
“What?”
“You’re full of shit,” your date grumbles, turning red, “you’re making that up.”
“Why would I make that up? I saw something, and reported it. Isn’t that the new slogan, ‘see something, say something’?”
“Did you put something in my drink while I was gone?”
“Of course not! Why would you think that? Believe this stranger over me?! Thought this date was going well, now you’re accusing me of roofies?”
“I’m not accusing, I’m just asking! Why would he say that if he didn’t suspect-?”
“God, you are turning out to be just like my ex!”
“Hey, excuse me!? It’s just a question, I didn’t mean to upset you.”
The man sighs dramatically. His mood changes on a dime. “I’m not upset, I’m just… hurt that you’d suggest that. I don’t want to hurt you, Y/N. I would never hurt you.”
You blink, confused by the sudden sulkiness. “Wha-?”
“Here’s this, alright?” Kai starts. “My sister’s a bartender here, so I know they have those little strips that you can put in drinks to test if they’ve been drugged. They’re behind the counter.” Kai reaches over the bar without asking, and pulls a box of them from god-knows-where.
“How do we know you didn’t drug it?” Your date asks Kai.
“I was over there. And why would I do that? I’m not the one on a date with the pretty girl.”
“But you sure seem to know your way around the bar.”
“Are you suggesting the bartenders spike the drinks?”
“I-”
“Right. Purple means spiked. Blue means it’s clear.” He carelessly drops a stick in and lets it float around the surface. The three of you watch curiously, but interest turns to horror as it fades into purple in a matter of seconds. “Hm.”
Suddenly, your ex fishes the paper out and flicks it onto a napkin. “This is stupid! You set me up!”
“I’m still failing to see the point where I would do that on purpose.”
“Shut the hell up, jackass. Maybe you’re just a sociopath that likes to ruin dates for fun, because you have some stupid vendetta against people that are happy.”
“Actually, I’m just looking out for her,” he looks at you, “I’ve seen my fair share of men spiking drinks around here. It’s rather pathetic, actually, that you guys are so lame that you have to hurt girls to get any attention.”
“Fuck you, man. I could have you arrested for accusing me of this bullshit.”
“On the contrary, I could have you arrested.”
He scoffs, turning to you. “You don’t believe this guy, do you?”
You bite your lip. “I don’t know. I don’t- I don’t want to.”
“You don’t. Because it’s completely ridiculous!”
“J-”
“Oh! A ‘J’ name! That should’ve been your first red flag, princess.”
He rolls his eyes again. “Fuck you. You know, I’m out. This is bullshit. Screw you both.” With that, he grabs his jacket and leaves.
You stare straight ahead, still processing what happened. After a moment, you slouch down in your chair and plant your face into the bar counter. “What the hell.”
“Sorry I ruined your date.”
You glance up at the stranger. “Did he really spike it? You saw it?”
“I wouldn’t have gotten involved if he didn’t. I’ve seen it too many times around here. A lot of the time, bartenders catch it, but they’re pretty busy today.”
“Well… thank you for noticing.” You shake your head. “Just when I was feeling comfortable enough to start dating again, someone has to go and be weird.”
Kai chuckles. “Let me buy you a drink for your troubles. Promise I won’t spike it.”
You hesitate, tempted, but a little embarrassed by the whole situation. Part of you just wants to go home and bury yourself under blankets for the rest of the night, but another part of you wants to repay the guy for his kindness. You eye him as the two plans battle in your mind, but ultimately, you sigh and nod an approval. He obviously feels bad for how your night ended and wants to help. The cute dimples are a plus.
“Same drink?”
“Nah, it’s ruined for me now. Maybe that blue thing you’re drinking over there.”
“Coming right up.”
“So I never got your name…” you ask, curious.
“Kai. You?”
“Y/N.”
“Ah, nice. Suits you.”
“Thank you. You said you have a sister who works here?”
“Yeah, the curly-haired blonde over there. To be honest, we don’t get along too well, but we have a deal. I can hang around as long as I help her and her staff stay on top of mother-disappointing college boys and their date rape drugs.”
“Really?”
“Unfortunately, this bar is full of them.”
“Well on behalf of girls everywhere, thank you.”
He half smiles. “To be honest, I had a rocky start to life. Did some bad things that landed me nowhere good; that’s why my sister and I aren’t on the best of terms. But I’m trying to be better now, and this, I think, is one good step in that direction.”
“I can get down with that. Admitting your wrongs and wanting to do better. Doubt even half the guys in here would admit their missteps.”
Your drinks arrive - Kai got a second of the one he hadn’t finished - and you both take a sip before nodding.
“Good?”
“Much needed. Thank you, again.”
“Of course. And hey, if you ever need me again, I’m usually here.”
“To be honest, I hope I don’t.” You chuckle playfully. “But, maybe I can see you anyway?” Kai’s surprised expression rattles your confidence. You stutter out the next few words, “not like, on a date or anything. Unless you’d want to. But I’m totally just cool hanging out. It’s just… it’s not everyday a cute guy saves you from a date gone-wrong. Gotta at least ask.”
The man smiles, pulling out his phone. He hands it to you to add your number. “I’d love to, whether on a date or just hanging out.”
“Really?”
“‘Course. Next Friday?”
“Works for me.”
“I have to warn you, though, I haven’t been on a date in a long time.”
“Oh before this, I haven’t either.”
“Good. I feel better already.”
You giggle, smacking his arm playfully.
The two of you stay there as you finish your drinks. Around eleven, you wrap up to go home. Kai offers to drive you, but you promise you have a short walk and a small knife in your back pocket, and he nods.
“So, see you Friday?”
He winks. “It’s a date.”
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I Found Her
Summary: @padmeswife requested: So i was thinking of reader and Rebekah being gfs during s3/s4 of tvd and Elena or another person from the gang said shit to Rebekah like she’s holding reader back bc she’s human and isn’t even part of that supernatural world and has all her life ahead of her and she’s putting her in danger so unfortunately Bekah believes that and broke things off in an awful way (cheating) on purpose and then years later...
Pairings: Rebekah Mikaelson x Fem!Reader
Warnings: School and all of its drama, vampire x human, vampire family drama. lmk if there's anything else.
Genre: Holy trinity
A/N: Thank you my dear friend for requesting <3
*not my gif*
It was a normal day at Mystic Falls. You had English, Maths and Health before a free period, which you normally just used to grab lunch at the cafe, before coming back for Biology. Everything was quiet, and everything was just as it always was.
Until your eyes fell onto the blonde beauty waiting for you at the front gates.
You grinned as she leapt into your arms, nuzzling her head into your neck on the chilly autumn day. “Hello, my beautiful girlfriend.” You kissed the perfect skin of her cheek.
“Hello, my amazing girlfriend.” She giggled as you pulled away from the hug, just to kiss her softly.
“How was your trip to the Bahamas?” You muttered.
“I almost lost my passport.” She giggled at your wide eyes.
You sighed, pressing your forehead to hers with a small smile. “You are such a clutz sometimes.”
“Don’t I know it.” She snickered, cupping your cheeks to hold you close.
You saw the group of Elena, Bonnie, Caroline and the Salvatore brothers walking towards the gate, smiling when Caroline waved at you. You didn’t know it, but they despised Rebekah, and they didn’t want to shatter your heart by telling you. So, they put up with her, keeping you away from the nitty gritty details of their frenemy relations.
Your first class together was English, so off to room B12 you went. You all sat in your designated seats which your teacher had put in place after some crappy substitute complained. You hated your seat, kind of - the front right corner, which meant you had nobody to talk to but yourself; at least you would always be first one out the door.
Eventually, the time came to do your own work and you put your headphones in, leaving the vampires and witches to talk.
“I swear to God, Rebekah, if you kill or turn Y/N I will kill you myself.” Elena hissed at her softly, her ears catching all of it from the other side of the room.
“Get over yourself, Elena. Not everything is about you.” Rebekah scoffed, her eyes drifting to you.
“She’s not a part of this world. You can’t keep trying to be with her - she will grow old and wonder why you are not, and then when you tell her, she will be terrified. You know she doesn’t handle any horror and supernatural stuff.”
She closed her eyes and ignored the bickering of your friends, focusing entirely on you. The way your heart pumped your deliciously-smelling blood around your body, the love songs that floated into your ears, the way your foot tapped to the beat. How the perfume lingered on your zip-up which she bought both for you, the memories of your contrasting rough calluses on smooth palms touched against her skin.
“You are not good enough for her, Rebekah. You will only be keeping the inevitable from happening.” Stefan whispered next to her, making her turn angrily.
“You don’t know love, even when it stares you in the face.” She snarled, getting up to ‘go to the bathroom’.
You watched her leave, her eyes flickering down to you for just a second, and you knew. You turned to Stefan, mouthing your question, and he simply shrugged.
When she came back, you gently took her hand and gave her a concerned look. She did nothing except assure you she was okay, sitting back down in her chair. You were glad English was a double period, because then you simply had your recess break after instead of splitting off from your girl.
When she walked out of the class to spot you against the wall, she gingerly walked up to you. You cupped her cheek as she leaned into you, your thumb brushing over her skin ever so carefully, like she was made of porcelain.
“Are you okay, Rebekah?” You asked softly.
She nodded silently, taking your hand to kiss your palm. “I’m always okay when I’m with you.”
You blushed at her sweet comment, making her chuckle at the sight of your rosy cheeks. She took your hand and led you to the cafeteria, making sure you ate everything you had designated as recess food.
The rest of your day was spent like that until you had Biology together. Ms. Langford was your favourite teacher because she always did cool experiments, which always helped you understand.
“Today, guys, we will be doing some microscopy to understand cells. Microscopy is just a fancy word for using microscopes.” She chuckled.
“But today’s experiment is unique to every one of you. You will pair up and only one of you will be a part of this experiment because unfortunately, we do not have enough slides. Read your instructions on page 13 in your booklets, and get to it!”
You and Rebekah immediately clasped hands, moving to a microscope after you put goggles on Rebekah since you had your glasses on. You quickly grabbed your booklet from your desk and brought it over, letting her read the method whilst you gathered the required equipment.
Her face almost paled at the sight of the word blood.
“Y/N/N, how about I be the test subject? I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” She smiled sheepishly, but you raised an eyebrow at her and read the instructions.
“Bekah, baby, it’s just a pinprick. Besides, Miss has already put our names into the spreadsheet.” You pointed to the projecting spreadsheet, your name with an X beside it to indicate you were the test subject.
Watching you squeeze your blood out onto the slide almost made her want to lick it all up. You smelled so good all the time, so the blood in front of her was almost like smelling freshly-cooked doughnuts - too sweet for her own good.
“There we go!” You cheered to yourself as you slid your slide under the microscope, sucking on your finger whilst you scanned for different cell stages.
By the end of the lesson, Rebekah was famished. She needed blood but she didn’t want it to be yours, so she excused herself from you to get her family’s dinner party ready.
“Can you come over later to help me pick something to wear?” You asked shyly.
Rebekah knew you weren’t very confident in yourself, always a shy thing when it came to asking for help or for fashion choices. She nodded, kissing your cheek. “Of course, darling.”
The evening passed quickly and whilst Caroline, Bonnie and Elena were helpful, they weren’t Rebekah. A knock at your door was answered by Caroline and Elena, with Bonnie helping you out.
“What are you doing here?” Elena scoffed.
“Funnily enough, my girlfriend lives here.” She smirked, looking around inside.
“Can I come in?”
“No.” Elena folded her arms, smirking herself.
“Well, that’s too bad.” Rebekah stepped through the door, closing it behind her.
“How…?” Caroline scoffed.
“Believe it or not, I have been inside of Y/N’s house. And not just for sex.” She gave them a false smile before speeding up the stairs.
“Baby?!”
“In my room!” You called out, to which she entered to see Bonnie glaring at her.
You smiled in relief at the sight of her. “Help me! The girls aren’t very good at telling me what is better.” You grumbled against her chest, your bottom half only covered by black boxers.
She chuckled and brushed away your wispy bits of hair from trying on outfits. “Everybody out, I need to work my magic.”
And work it she did.
The girls had long since left you and Rebekah alone in your house, your parents still on their business trip and planning the next. She held you close in her arms as she lightly swayed with you, preparing to dance with you tonight.
“You’re gonna look so beautiful in that tux, my love.” She murmured by your ear.
“You are literally wearing a green ball gown. I don’t think anybody will be looking at me.” You chuckled, kissing her arm as it rested by your chin.
“Now come on, go get ready at your house.”
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The Mikaelson house was nothing less than a mansion; a mansion you realised you had no place to be in.
Fairy lights were wrapped around the staircase railings, flower bundles were at every corner whilst trays of food were brought around by waiters. The womens’ dresses were outstandingly crafted, some with multiple layers of embroidery whilst others were plain and sleek.
You stepped to the side and tried to ask a few rushing waiters for a glass of champagne, but none of them stopped. You felt yourself shrinking into the shadows of the corner behind you, but a hand on the small of your back caught you.
“You look amazing!” Caroline beamed, looking at your suit.
Your suit jacket was accented with nature embroidery, green and gold carefully woven in to create small birds resting on the ends of branches that swirled all over you. A dark green vest and white undershirt held your chest easily, your pocket square matching the same viridian shade. Your pants had no embroidery on them, unfortunately, but two lines of silk ran down the sides to reach your shining black boots.
“You look beautiful, Care Bear.” You smiled warmly, admiring her dress.
Blue accents ran down the majority of the dress, but a stunning corset made of jewels wrapped around her middle, holding her beautifully. Her hair was held up in a classic princess look, with curled parts framing her face.
“Thank you.” She smiled, looking around.
“Have you seen Klaus? I need to talk to him.”
“I saw him walking towards the bar. Do you want me to come with you?” You offered your hand after sweeping away your hair, which she then took.
You led her to the left towards the bar, pointing out Klaus before she walked straight past him to the bar. You sighed, making your way to Klaus. “Hi. I’m sorry about her, she’s just…”
“Caroline?” He offered, making you chuckle.
“Yeah. But she’s my Care Bear.” You smirked at him.
“Speaking of things that are yours…” He looked up at the stairs, almost compelling your eyes to follow.
You were so glad you did.
“She’s…” You trailed off, unable to describe her.
Rebekah stood next to her brothers with a glass of champagne in hand, her green dress almost looking metallic. Her simple necklace hung in the middle of her chest, her platinum locks parted off-centre which only made you want to kiss her more.
Klaus watched you for a moment, watching every twitch of your muscles as they devoted themselves to admiring his littlest sister. “I’m afraid I have to join her.” He apologised, briefly touching your shoulder before he walked up.
“Welcome. Thank you for joining us.” Elijah announced.
“You know, whenever my mother brings our family together like this, it’s tradition for us to commence the evening with a dance. Tonight’s pick is a century-old waltz, so if all of you could find yourselves a partner, please join us in the ballroom.”
You watched as Rebekah came down the stairs and walked towards you, only to be interrupted by Matt. You didn’t hear what he was saying, but Rebekah took his hand and walked towards the ballroom, so you pretty much knew what was happening.
You stood to the side and pushed away your anger at Matt, simply admiring your girl as she spun around beautifully. She often gave you glances, trying to whisper apologies but Matt would interrupt her.
You felt a hand fall onto your wrist and you turned to see the owner of the house. “Mrs. Mikaelson.”
“Please, darling, call me Esther.” She chuckled. “You’re practically family, since Rebekah seems to be infatuated with you.”
“Hmm.” You hummed, noticing how she looked you up and down.
“I am surprised, however, that you didn’t wear a dress. It is abnormal to see a woman in a tuxedo, much less surpass the bar of standard in one.”
You were surprised at her compliments before she took your hand again. “Tell me, dearie, why should I let you and Rebekah stay together when she doesn’t love you?”
You took your hand away from hers, again, and shook your head. “She does.”
“Oh…” Esther chuckled darkly. “She really doesn’t.”
You looked out onto the dance floor, noticing Rebekah’s wide eyes that stayed focused on you. She eventually broke away from Matt to come towards you, taking your hand and bringing you away from her mother.
“Don’t listen to anything that woman said.” She hissed, gripping your wrists before she kissed you softly.
“You are mine. Nobody will take me away from you. They can try, but they will meet their end.”
You looked up at her and her heart cracked at the sight of your sadness. She led you outside to take a few breaths, leaving you with Caroline as she admired her carriage’s horse.
“Hey, Care Bear.” You smiled, watching her shiver from a cool breeze.
“Here.” You unwound your jacket and gave it to her, to which she thanked you.
“May I?” You getured to the horse.
“He’s Klaus’. So, definitely.” She chuckled, making you smile as you ran your fingers over its hide.
“He’s beautiful.” You murmured.
“Why are you out here, Y/N?”
Rebekah smiled at your relaxing heartbeat before she walked inside to be greeted by Kol. “Where’s your date?” He asked.
“Outside, taking a breather. She’s not comfortable in crowds.” She replied.
He observed his champagne glass. “You’ve changed, Bekah. Settling for mortals is the first sign of weakness.”
“What’s wrong with settling?”
He turned to her. “She will break your heart when she dies. Save it before it’s too late, because you of all people know how quickly a century goes by.”
She watched him walk away, and his plan with Esther had worked. Seeds of doubt sprouted in her mind, growing quickly like creepers on a wall. She would never be able to cope with you gone, but she could never handle the guilt of turning you either.
Elena.
Bonnie.
Caroline.
Stefan.
Damon.
And now, her family.
All of them were right.
Which made her angry.
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You were pretty much the only person who wasn’t hungover at school, the lot of them walking around like zombies whilst you had nothing to complain about.
Except for second period English, which achingly passed since Rebekah wasn’t here. You worked on your analysis of the first few pages of Romeo and Juliet, jotting down notes into your book whilst simultaneously doodling Rebekah’s name in different fonts.
You were already exhausted when the bell rang, but this…
Rebekah kissing Damon was not on your bingo card.
The sound of an increasing heart rate, a familiar heart rate, brought Rebekah out of Damon’s eyes to yours.
Tears that she once wiped away stained your cheeks.
Muffled cries that she used to silence with a kiss were instead silenced by your hoodie sleeve.
And the eyes she once thought were brighter than any jewel she’d come across were dulled with anger, hurt, and betrayal.
“Shit.” She muttered under her breath, shoving Damon away just as the bell went.
You walked straight to your car, your vision blurred until a familiar shape came into view. “Get away from me.” You seethed.
Rebekah had seen you angry, but having it directed at her was a whole new feeling. She wasn’t the one being protected from an asshole - she was the asshole this time.
“Please, baby, it didn’t mean anything-”
“Let go of me!” You growled, stirring up a commotion that brought the attention of your friends.
Elena and Caroline came to you quickly, the blonde holding you close as she guided you to the passenger seat. “I’m driving you home.” She replied when you asked sniffly.
“Be calm.” She compelled you, to which your sniffling stopped and your breathing slowed.
“You do not get to compel her! She is mine!” Rebekah shoved Caroline away, almost tempted to snap her neck but you didn’t know.
You didn’t know anything.
“Please, Y/N, hear me out-”
“What did you do with him?” You asked calmly, even though the personality beneath the compulsion was raging.
She faltered, knowing the true answer but it would break you. You gripped her arm with more strength than she’d felt from you before. “What. Did. You. Do?”
“We had sex.” She answered quickly, kissing your hand afterwards.
“Don’t touch me.” You spat. “Go back to your new boyfriend.”
Stefan came in-between Rebekah and you, pushing her back so you could close and lock the door whilst Caroline got into the driver’s seat. “Don’t, Rebekah. You deserve this.”
“Me? What about all of you? Saying that I can’t have her because she doesn’t know? I want to tell her!” She screamed, ripping Stefan’s sleeves.
“She can’t handle it!” He yelled back.
“Rebekah.” Elena grabbed her attention. “I have known Y/N all of my life. She would never be able to handle knowing about this world. She is safer being as oblivious as our neighbours.”
Rebekah’s anger slowly faded as the truth sank in. Tears pricked her eyes and she watched your car speed off towards your house, her knees buckling before they hit the ground.
“I just wanted someone to love…”
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The small house by the beach could be comparable to the shack that was in Harry Potter. Rebekah didn’t mind; she didn’t need much. It had been fifteen years since she’d last seen you, heard from you, and touched you.
But not once had she never thought of you.
She wondered what you had done with your life. Have you achieved your dreams? Was Mystic Falls, and consequently her, gone from your mind? If you saw her, would you kiss her or kill her?
Then… a message. From Marcel.
I found her.
Three words were all it took for her to run back to Mystic Falls to find Marcel.
“Where is she?” Was the only question she had before he pointed her towards The Salvatore Boarding School for the Young & Gifted.
She drove over, contemplating every word she’d say. Would she apologise for being gone? For her actions? Would you ignore her pleas and cries for mercy?
The sight of the school brought back memories of that foul day, the house no less changed than her beauty. She saw witches, werewolves and vampires all mixed together, learning the things she used to learn - as well as some specifics for themselves.
But the sight of you would always be something that took her breath away.
Your grown shape on the school’s football field still held some semblance of your younger times with her, a similar curvature to your stance. But your eyes held something different this time. Something she understood.
You turned around at a familiar scent, one that you never would have thought of all those years ago. But now that it was back, that she was back, you knew.
“And just what do you think you’re doing here?” You spoke plainly, knowing she’d hear you.
She didn’t speed down to you. She needed as much time as possible to articulate her sentences, to find the words you deserved to hear.
But a few steps was all that were needed for you to hold up a finger at her to wait. You told the football captain that he was in charge of training now, walking back up the steps to pass Rebekah.
“Come on. All visitors must have a sticker.” You explained.
She followed you. She would never not do so again.
The small cafe was just as delightful as Rebekah remembered, memories of getting you lunch whilst you suffered with your period or getting ice-cream after an exam. Life used to be breathed into this place by her actions, but she was now unfamiliar with it.
“Sit. Please.” You gestured to the chair you’d pulled out.
“Stop. Just… stop.” She put her flat hand out to you, watching you stop.
“I need a minute.”
She did sit down in the chair, as did you in yours, but she said nothing for five minutes. You were patient, beyond what you used to be capable of. Your scent was not the same, your smile had shortened and matured.
Your heart no longer pumped like it used to.
“Who bit you?”
“Not the first question I’d expect from you, but alright.” You sat up, your shirt allowing her to see what exactly the transition specialised for you.
“Kol did. Three nights after you left, he bit me.”
“I’m going to kill him.” Rebekah seethed.
“Too late. I already did.” You sipped on your coffee, thanking the waitress for it.
She watched you peel off your jacket to reveal your sleeveless top, tattoos dotting along your skin. “You got them.” She murmured.
She couldn’t take it. Her heart was yearning for you, she needed you.
“Are you still living at home?” She quickly asked.
“Yes. After I drained Mum and Dad dry, I got the house.” You replied easily.
Now, her heart begged. Do it now.
Within the blink of an eye, you were sitting on the marble countertop of your kitchen and Rebekah was kissing you. Your shirt was clenched within her fists, her eyebrows furrowed as tears began to pour.
“I couldn’t save you… I couldn’t keep you safe…” She murmured against your lips.
“I failed you, my love.”
You took her hands and gently rubbed your thumbs over her knuckles, easing their hold on your shirt. You brought them together and into your lap, watching her tears spill over her cheeks.
“Bekah, I… I can’t.”
Her heart shattered.
“W-What? But… Y/N, I still love you. I always have.”
You sniffled, not looking at her. “You hurt me.”
“I didn’t mean it. I didn’t, I didn’t, I didn’t…” Her broken voice ached in your empty soul.
“Rebekah Mikaelson.”
She watched a single tear follow the shape of your nose. She knew she didn’t deserve more, but she wanted to see how many tears it took for you to tell her you still loved her.
“If you still want to be with me… I need to learn that you won’t break me.” You stated firmly, setting the boundary.
She nodded. “I won’t.”
You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, your sigh evident. “Rebekah, I don’t need your words. I need your actions.”
She nodded again. “What can I do first?”
You smiled, holding her hand in yours before you shook it. “Hi. I’m Y/N L/N. Are you new around here?”
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Damon x reader - sing for you
ooohh what about a singer!reader x damon salvatore?? like he goes to her concert with the gang and he’s always hype her up and very supportive of her - Anon💜
Damon was of course the first person to know when your concert tickets went on sale, so he quickly brought one for everyone and rushed upstairs to you.
“You better be allowing VIPs backstage.” He said.
You laughed, setting your book down as you watched him walk over and sit himself next to you with a smile.
“You don’t have to buy tickets love, I’ve told you this loads of times.”
“Gotta support my girl some how.”
Damon kissed the side of your head and laid himself down, placing his head in your lap while you ran your fingers through his hair.
“Damon I sell more than enough tickets.” You laughed.
“Yeah, but I also don’t want any creeps hitting on you.” You shrugged.
Rolling your eyes, you flicked his head slightly.
“Between my security and you, Stefan, Caroline and Bonnie, I don’t think any creeps are going to be creeping in me any time soon.”
“Yeah but better safe than sorry.” He shrugged.
Rolling your eyes, you put your book aside and shuffled down, , resting your head above his as you wrapped your arms around him.
“I’ll be gone when you wake up, but I’ll see you after the concert.” You whispered.
“Hm, okay.”
Damon shuffled and you closed your eyes, giving him a small smile as you decided to finally sleep.
You were groggy when you woke up, but the thought of seeing Damon and all your friends after your concert.
You started setting everything up, rehearsing a few songs you were going to play and hanging out with your band mates.
“Is your cute boyfriend going to be there?”
“Yes Micheal, and don’t even thing about it, he’ll hit you again.”
Micheal smirked, leaning back as he sipped from the bottle of water in his hands.
“I’ll take that.”
“You’re disgusting.” Jade laughed.
You rolled your eyes at them and looked at the time before you finally stood up.
“Let’s hit it.”
Everyone cheered and you all ran over towards the stage to quickly get everything ready.
“Let’s go!” Jade yelled.
The crowed cheered and you started singing a few of your older songs first.
You scanned the crowed, and finally you saw everyone standing near the front, smiled on their faces as they jumped and cheered and sung along.
Hours slipped past, your heart was racing, you were sweating and finally it came to the last song.
“And finally, our last song, for our wonderful lead singers boyfriend, who is hella hot.” Micheal smirked.
The crowed laughed and cheered and you rolled your eyes.
This time it was a slower song, a calmer one, and the whole time you kept your eyes locked with Damon’s as he smirked as he looked over at you.
Finally you were done and you all headed backstage.
You dropped yourself on the couch and groaned.
“I can’t wait to sleep…” you mumbled.
“Same…” Jade nodded.
She dropped herself on your back while Micheal sat in front of you all.
There was a knock on the door and it was slowly pushed open.
“Hey guys…” you Yawned.
“Should Damon worry about his girlfriend being stolen?” Jeremy laughed.
“Nah, he can have her.”
Jade got off you, and dropped on the other couch while Damon walked over to you and you lifted from the couch and laid himself down and you on him.
“You were amazing.” Elena smiled.
“Thanks guys…” you yawned.
You rested your head on Damon’s chest, and held his hand in yours.
“Aw, wanna hold my hand too Damon?“ Micheal smirked.
“I will throw you across this room right now.” He grumbled.
“Please do.”
Damon went to get up and you quickly stopped him.
“Nope, no. Take me home love.”
Damon hummed, lifting you in his arms as he kissed your head.
“Of course.”
With that, he left and took you out to his car.
Damon knew you’d be going on another tour soon, and he was worried. But you told him to stay and help the others with the issues in Mystic Falls.
So he was going to make the most of this time with you, and never let you out if his sight or his arms if he could help it.
Carrying your up the stairs, Damon laid himself on the bed and laid you on him, holding you to his chest.
“Are you going to be singing that last on on tour?”
“Nah… that was just for you.” You hummed.
Damon smirked and kissed the top of your head.
“Good, I wanna hear it again tomorrow…” he whispered.
“Of course love.” You smiled back.
Damon hummed happily, content with that and he pulled the cover over the pair of you and wrapped his arms tightly around you
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You're compelled to forget Kol for your own protection but get turned into a vamp years later and he helps you through it and is sorry he failed you. You understood why he did it but you missed him and you guys get back together.
i know i failed you... | Kol Mikaelson x Reader
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the day you're compelled
Tears rolled down my cheek, the sheer thought of living a life without Kol seemed miserable. Yet as Kol stood in front of me, prepared to wipe every memory, every speck of feelings i've ever had for him I can't help but feel alone even if I hadn't been compelled yet.
"i love you" he whispers, his voice breaking as a tear rolls down his cheek. His family had been getting really badly beaten so he thought making me forget him would keep me safe.
He places a hand on my cheek, running my thumb along it slowly "you're going to forget me, forget every memory we've ever had. Whenever you hear my name you're disgusted by the way it rolls of someones tongue, you don't remember me at all." he says.
the day you're turned (seven years later)
"y/n drink the blood damn it." Damon says biting his wrist shoving it in my mouth, some weird people had come after us in an attempt to get elena and stefan for their weird ritual. I think I just died.
I wake up in my bed to see everyone sitting around me "ouch, what happened? my head is pounding and i'm... thirsty." my head turns to Jeremy, a loud beat coming from his neck.
"you're transitioning, you need to feed." Caroline mumbles when a familiar yet strange looking male walks through the door "and you're a perfect mentor for her." Damon spins around "Yes well your girlfriend called me to help her, don't get too excited to see me." the man rolls his eyes sitting next to me.
"who are you?" I ask the man who looks at me almost sad at the fact I just asked who he was, "wait doesn't she-" "she won't remember me." the man cleared his throat "You're right I don't? Who are you." I say to him.
"Kol Mikaelson." the man says "i don't know you, but i know that name and I don't like you." I narrow my eyes to the original. The disgusting man that stood before me that was confusingly charming in his own way.
"Believe me when you turn you'll want me to help you." the man crosses his arms "No thanks." I mumble getting up out of bed almost falling over as the man catches me "drink this" he says handing me a blood bag, the veins popping up from under my eyes as I almost eat the bag, the blood tasting gracious compared to what I thought it'd be like.
Then with the blink of an eye, a rush of memories with people I didn't know existed appear in my mind. But with one specific person in every memory, Kol Mikaelson.
My eyes shoot open and I look around to see if Kol was really in front of me or if it was a figment of my imagination. My voice breaks as tears roll down my cheek. Surely it wasn't real, it felt like he had compelled me away yesterday.
"why?" I whisper my voice breaking through despite trying to hold it all in, everyone leaves the room except for Kol.
"seven years Kol. Why." I say with tears ready to burst out all at once. He places a hand on my cheek like he did before he compelled everything away "i'm sorry." he says.
"you were leverage, if they had you, they knew they had me." he says, his voice also breaking whilst wiping away my tears "it took seven years before you could even come and get me." i say "i had to die before you came back, Kol." my lip quivers.
"I know I failed you..." he says "But I can help you, I promise." he smiles through the pain "I won't leave, I won't do anything." he continue "I'll be there for you." he says.
a week later
It's been a confusing week, with the constant blood eating, random vamping around the house and not to mention the blood lust.
Kol stayed with me for the whole thing but he said he wants me to come back to New Orleans with him.
"Now get up here." Kol yells from the top of the Salvatore house "that's high." I cross my arms. It took me a few days to realise that Kol had compelled me because he cared, maybe the 'i love you' being his last words to me didn't really cut it.
Closing my eyes and jumping up, not looking where I was going I feel two arms wrap around me as I stumble back "careful darling." he chuckles as I open my eyes, it was sunset and Kol had planned to watch the sunset with me.
We both sit on the roof, admiring the pinkish blue sky.
"Do you remember New Orleans?" he asks me and I shake my head "No, it feels like forever since I've been there." I sigh, it took a few minutes before I made myself comfortable by resting my head on Kol's shoulder.
He chuckled softly "it was a long 7 years without you my love." he spoke softly as I look up "believe me it felt very long, I'm a 1000 years old and I've never missed someone so much." he whispers grabbing my face gently, pecking me on the lips.
"Don't leave me again, yeah?" I say to him and he chuckles "I'm serious." my eyebrows furrow and he nods holding back his laughter at my seriousness "I know y/n, i'd never leave you, ever again.".
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pairing(s): bonnie bennett x vampirefem!reader (Mikaelson)
summary: In which a Mikaelson found her true love.
WARNING(S): fluff
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Y/n and Bonnie first saw each other when Klaus came to town. Being that she is Klaus's sister things didn't go as smoothly in the beginning.
In the beginning they hated each other. Well hate is a strong word. Let's just say they extremely disliked each other. Bonnie thought she was just like her brother. The dislike for each other is kind of like a love and hate relationship.
While Y/n found it annoying that people judged her off of her brother, them not really knowing her. She was an alright person. Don't get me wrong she is definitely not a saint but she has her moments.
Overtime, she and Bonnie bond after Klaus leaves for summer to make his hybrids. They get to know each other and they soon learn to love each other.
They denied it like in a corny netflix romantic comedy film. In the end they accepted it. They fell in love. Y/n' s family just want her to be happy so if the Bennett witch made her happy then who were they to pry.
Bonnie's friends (more like Elena and Damon) on the other hand weren't as accepting. They judged her and kept saying that Y/n was a bad person and that she didn't deserve Bonnie.
While they were fighting, Y/n let herself into the Salvatore Boarding House. She heard what they had all said excluding Caroline and Stefan, who were very accepting of the relationship.
Y/n continued to listen to them, Bonnie defending her every time. She couldn't help but smile at her defensive girlfriend but frown at her friends not accepting their relationship, more so her.
The more she heard the more she believed it.
Y/n's not a good person Bonnie!
Her brother tried to kill me!
I don't trust her.
She's going to hurt you Bon.
It was at that moment that Stefan had asked a question that surprised the girl.
"Do you love her Bonnie?"
The hope to hear Bonnie say she loved her. She continued to listen and wait for an answer but she never got one, only heavy breathing.
Her face fell when all she heard was silence. Her heart broke. She left the flowers on a table that she planned on giving to Bonnie later.
She walked out of the house and slammed the door.
The sound of the door slamming made everyone jump. They went towards the door to see no one, other than the flowers Y/n had recently placed.
Bonnie went towards the flowers and picked them. She smelled them. Lilies she thought. She pondered, only one person knew her favorite flowers.
Then it hit her. Y/n. Her eyes widened as she put everything together. She rushed to the door, ignoring the voices behind her. Any trace of her was gone.
Bonnie felt disappointed that she didn't reply. She knew she loved Y/n with all of her heart.
She hopped into her car and drove into town, roaming around.
She finally found Y/n sitting on a bench at the park. Bonnie looked at the sad girl. She looked like she had been crying.
Y/n's thoughts were filled with all of the things they said about her to Bonnie. Then she thought of the question Stefan asked.
Did she love her?
Y/n knew she did. That's what hurt the most. She was head over heels for the Bennett. She would do anything for her.
The more she kept thinking the more she cried. Her sobbs weren't loud. They were below a whisper. Y/n wasn't one to cry, like Nik. You would never catch her crying over a woman or anyone other than her family.
But Bonnie was different. Bonnie made her feel alive. Not only did she make her feel alive she helped her live. If it wasn't for her family (that wasn't existent at the moment) and Bonnie she wouldn't be here. She would still be here but not here. Her mind and soul would've been gone.
Whatever life she has left, gone.
Bonnie restored the life that was fading and her family saw that. They saw the happiness restore back in the girl.
Y/n placed her face in her hands. She felt a hand on her back and flinched away from the touch. She looked up and saw the love of her life.
Y/n looked up and gave Bonnie a sad smile. Bonnie returned one back.
Bonnie then sighed and scooted closer to Y/n.
They both help eye contact for about 30 seconds. Bonnie opened her mouth to take nervous breath in. She then finally spoke.
"Y/n when I met you I thought you would've been the exact copy of your brother. i thought you had only come here to terrorize me and my friends. Then I saw something in you when Klaus used Aunt Jenna. I saw the sorrow and sadness on your face and in your eyes. During the summer I saw the you I saw on the field and I fell in love with that version of you, the real you."
Y/n has never smiled more widely than she is right now. She looked at Bonnie with admiration and... love.
They both leaned in and gave each other a heartfelt kiss. They parted and rested their foreheads against each other, breathing heavily.
"I love you, Y/n."
"I love you, Bonnie."
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A/n: Bye cause this is so cute and short as fuck. Don't mind the amount of cringe this fic has. I just wanted to write something and this idea was sitting in my drafts.
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