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amournoir · 8 months

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𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

pairing: sarah cameron x f!reader

warning: smut [boob play, scissoring, toys, oral receiving & giving, language?]

author’s note: continuation of ‘firsts’, idk where this is going so we’ll see. have fun reading & remember this is 21+! 💋

It had been a week since you last saw Sarah and almost two weeks since you two had been in the same room alone. It wasn’t as though you were ignoring her, she just became busy with the pogues which brought us to today. Sarah had invited you and Kiara over for a girls night. You didn’t suspect anything aside from the usual gossip, skincare, mani/pedis, etc. that took place at every girls night. Except this would be the first time you hung out with Kiara alone. She was always wrapped up in the guys or some ‘save the planet’ shit so you only saw her in passing, never private.

After you finished packing your bag, you grabbed your silk pajamas and towel then headed for the shower. During sleepovers, you and Sarah normally took showers at the house but you didn’t know if the norm for you and Sarah would be the same with Kiara included. Once you had unbraided your hair, you hopped in your shower and let the hot water relax you. Twenty minutes later and you were out, drying yourself then oiling then dressing. You pulled your freshly washed hair in a bun, no need to dry since it did so by itself. With your bag fully packed and you clean, you slipped on your uggs slippers and grabbed your phone as you headed downstairs.

Your mom waited in the car as you double checked everything and then you two were off. It took less than ten minutes to get to her house but you refused to walk or heaven forbid, bike there— in your pajamas. Your mom waved at you goodbye and you returned it, turning around to knock rapidly on the front door. A minute or two later, Rafe opened up with a confused look.

“Hey Y/N. Why are you here?”

You furrowed your brows, “The sleepover, what else?”

“Sarah didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

He scratched the back of his neck as he often does when he’s uncomfortable. “She and Kiara had some sort of fight so she canceled.”

Before I could say anything, he quickly added, “But you’re her best friend so I doubt she’d cancel on you.”

I looked up in the direction of the stairs and pointed. “Can I go up and check?”

“Yeah, yeah sure.” He closed the front door and locked it.

Before he could walk away, I asked, “If it is, could you drop me home?”

“Of course Y/N.” He smiled and walked away to some other part of the house as I headed up the stairs.

When I got closer to her room, it was the very last one in the long hallway, I could hear music. Her door was closed but the music drowned out the sound of me opening it. I leaned against the frame as I watched her bob her head around with her headphones in. I stood there for a minute or more then decided to interrupt. I waved my hand in front of me and that’s when her head perked up.

“Y/N! You’re here!” She exclaimed, taking out one earbud.

“Yeah but I probably shouldn’t be. Apparently tonight is canceled?” I asked with a raised brow.

“Oh that. Yeah, kinda.” This was unlike her, she always had an explanation.

I crossed my hands over my chest and waited. She stared at me, sighed then removed the other earbud and turned her phone off. She fixed her posture and sat crisscrossed, patting the space in front of her on the bed. I closed the door behind me, dropping my bag on the floor near the foot of the bed then sat down with one leg dangling off the edge.

Sarah explained that it was meant to be a girls night but she and Kiara got into an argument, as Rafe had mentioned. Apparently Kiara didn’t want me to hangout with the guys because, in her words, ‘one kook is enough’. That didn’t make any sense considering she was a kook as well but that was the argument. Sarah pointed out that we had been friends since childhood and I knew the guys, there wasn’t a reason why I couldn’t hang out with all of them but Kiara didn’t want another kook. Sarah thought this sleepover would bring Kiara and I closer but the moment she found out, she refused to come, hence why Sarah canceled it.

I was aware that Kiara wasn’t a fan of me but she had no reason why. She didn’t know me, only knew of me from others. The thing that bothered me the most was her calling me a kook as if she was a pogue. Anyways, there was no love lost. I just knew I had to steer clear of her, I couldn’t force the girl to be my friend but I was hoping to be cordial though.

“Don’t worry about her Y/N. I spoke to the guys and they’re down to hang without Kie.” Sarah assured me.

I let out a soft scoff, “Pope would never, maybe JJ or John B sometimes.”

“Yeah, he’ll be hard to convince but whatever. It’s girls night so what do you say about spending it without her?”

I shrugged and said, “I’m cool with it. More fun for us!”

“Rightttt…speaking of fun…” Sarah trailed off.

“Oh no.”

“I haven’t said anything yet!”

“Sarah, whenever you start dragging your words, you have something planned.”

She huffed, “Guilty.” She added quickly with a smirk, “Butttt, I promise you’ll like it.”

“What is it?”

Her face broke out in a wide grin, “Promise to keep an open mind?”

“Now I’m nervous.”

“No, don’t be! It’s fun!”

I let out a small chuckle, “So then tell me, what is it?”

“First close your eyes and remain seated.”

And just like that my smile went away. What on earth could she possibly be up to this time?! I knew I wouldn’t get any answers out of her so I agreed and closed my eyes. She got off the bed, walked toward her closet or was it her bathroom? I couldn’t tell but before she returned to the bed, she went to her door and locked it. I could hear her footsteps coming back towards me then the bed dipped and she sat in front of me.

“Okay now open.”

I opened one eye at a time but nothing in the room looked different. There was a box in front of me however, it was just a medium sized black delivery package. I stared at it then looked up at her then down at the box again. Was it an animal? Drugs? Expensive alcohol to hide from Rafe and Ward?

“It’s a box. I don’t get it.”

She smiled and slowly opened it. There were three smaller packages inside, also in black but they had different shapes. One by one, Sarah carefully unwrapped them as she paid close attention to my reaction. At first I furrowed my brows in confusion but the second it hit me, I gasped then stared in surprise and curiosity.

“Tell me you didn’t.”

“I did. Y/N I so did!”

“Does anyone know?”

“Nope. I’ve been watching the mailman like a hawk the past week.”

“Where’d you even get them?”

“Online. They have a return policy in case I don’t like it.”

“Do you?”

“I dunno. I haven’t tried it yet.”

I raised one brow and asked, “Will you?”

“Yeah…” She started then continued, “…if you try it with me.”

I accidentally let out a laugh, “Sarah I’ve never used them!”

“So let’s do it together! What are best friends for?”

“I don’t think normal best friends share sex toys.”

“Well that’s because they’re boring. Besides I like playing with you, we shared toys when we were younger.”

I fully let out a laugh, “Sarah, barbie dolls and dildos aren’t the same thing!”

“So you don’t want to?” She pouted slightly.

“I didn’t say that but…I might be convinced into it.”

Sarah smirked and before I knew what was happening, she unbuttoned her pajama top slowly. She shrugged it off her shoulders and sat there, staring at me. She had nothing underneath so for a while, we both sat in silence as I ogled at her boobs. Slowly, she cupped both breasts in her hands and rubbed them against each other. Her fingers brushed over her nipples and a faint moan left her lips.

I licked my own and looked up at her, all she did was nod. Without a word spoken between us, I reached forward and fondled them in my hands. They were so full and warm. I bounced them around, enjoying watching them sway in different directions. I lowered my head and took one boob in my mouth, it tasted just how I remembered it. I was too greedy though, I wanted the other in my mouth as well so I tried stuffing them. This made Sarah moan. I suckled on them like a baby, eyes fully closed as I immersed myself fully into it.

After a while, I pulled away and looked down at them. They were red with bite marks and saliva all over, I felt quite proud. I quickly reached down my own shirt and pulled it over my head, leaving my naked chest exposed to her. As if we were thinking the same thing, we both grinded our chests against each other. Her wet sticky boobs rubbed against mine, the body heat turning us on even more. We pulled apart and wordlessly, stood up and took our pajama bottoms off along with the underwear.

I got back on the bed and spread my legs apart, Sarah sat in front of me and widened her legs as well. She spit into her hand and wiped it on my cunt then on her own. She inched closer until I could feel her cunt against mine, she looked at me as though to ask for permission and I nodded my head. The moment our pussies touched, I let out a moan. We were both very warm and wet. I lowered my head slightly and spit in between us. Sarah moved her hips first then I followed, we continued until we reached a good pace.

The squelching noises of our pussies rubbing against each other was doing it for me. I grinded even harder against her, our boobs practically slapping each other but we didn’t care. We just wanted to reach our high regardless of the lewd noises. This went on for a bit until suddenly she shook. I saw this as my opportunity to take charge so I did. I easily pushed her down until she was laying flat on the bed on her back then I swung my leg over and adjusted myself. I lifted her leg up and held onto it for support as I rode her pussy.

Sarah could do nothing but lay down and take it, she reached up to slap my ass but otherwise, she praised me to go on. I no longer cared for her needs, I just wanted to cum. I was determined to ride her until I got my fill and even more after. I could feel myself tensing up and right on time, she shook again. Mere moments later, she squirted right on my pussy and I came on hers. In the heat of the moment, I licked up her leg, kissing and sucking different spots.

“Fuck Y/N, that was so hot!” She exclaimed, a wide grin on her face.

“Right? Shit that squirt made me cum more.”

“You like that baby? You like when I squirt on you?”

“So fucking much.” I bit my lip as I peered over at the toys. “How about I do it again?”

Sarah smiled and gave my ass a light tap. I got off of her as she reached for a light purple, almost lavender, two-sided dildo. She sat up and looked at me then placed the toy over my lips. I obeyed immediately and opened my mouth, making sure to stick out my tongue. She inserted the dildo slowly then pushed it to the back of my throat, pulled it out and did it again. I had a gag reflex so each time I would gag on it then cough. She kept repeating it several times until I no longer coughed but still gagged.

“Aww you look so pretty baby. Taking all that purple cock in your throat.” She cooed.

I couldn’t respond so I just nodded.

“Can’t speak? Too busy choking on my cock?”

My eyes started to water, she was going a bit rougher now. Saliva was dripping down my chin.

“What a pretty whore. She likes cocks and tribbing and boobs. Do you want me to fuck your mouth?”

I nodded quickly as my pussy clenched on thin air from her words. I was a good whore for her. I liked being fucked with a purple dildo. I liked stuffing her boobs in my mouth. Yes, I was a whore for Sarah Cameron.

“Okay baby but first I want you to beg for it.” Sarah replied as she pulled the whole dildo out.

I gasped at the fresh air, my eyes already blurry. “Please mommy, fuck my mouth. I promise to be a good girl for you.”

“Mm that’s a nice start but I want more.”

“I’ll let you fuck both holes mommy but now I just wanna suck.”

Sarah smiled and bit her lip excitedly. She tapped my mouth again and I opened once more. I was sitting on my knees but I leaned forward in excitement. With my boobs dangling about, Sarah shoved the dildo deeper into my throat and used her free hand to pinch my nipples. She slapped them around and commanded ‘bounce’ so I did. I made my tits bounce around for her as I choked on the cock. I felt very whore-like and I actually liked it.

Before I got too into it, she immediately pulled it out and simply said ‘bend over’ which I did as well. On all fours, I stared at the floor length mirror in front of me and saw my reflection. Sarah had situated herself behind me, rubbing my cunt as I waited with legs wide open for her. She spit on my ass and it dripped down to my pussy, my body instinctively clenched and she chuckled.

Sarah rubbed one of the heads of the dildo against my cunt then slowly inserted it. I had never had anything inside me so the feeling was very odd and uncomfortable as hell. I let out slow deep breaths and Sarah soothed my back. She went very slowly, only continuing when I would nod. Minutes later, I was relaxed and my pussy ached for more. I wiggled my ass a bit and she smiled, gave it a slap then pushed the dildo deeper.

She would push it in then out then twist it back in and so on. This went on for a while until I was seconds away from coming but she’d stop. Each time she’d deny me release, I’d whine and she would push it back in again. The edging was beautifully painful.

“For a first timer, you’re taking this cock so well baby.”

“Please let me cum.”

“Only if I fuck that thick ass too.”

I lowered my chest to the bed and raised my ass up, “Fuck me mommy.”

“Mm just like that baby. Keep that ass up for me.”

I waited until I felt the other head of the dildo enter. Somehow it was less uncomfortable than my pussy. I nodded and she pushed more of the length inside. Now both of my holes were filled and the thought just drove me wild. Sarah used both hands to fuck me, one fucked my pussy and the other my ass. I was nothing but a moaning mess, begging for more.

The sight of myself from the mirror was what made me squirt so much, it didn’t just hit the bed but also her chest. She laughed and fucked me even faster, I didn’t think I could cum again but I did. She removed the one in my ass and I thought my turn was done but instead she stuck her tongue in and licked whilst shoving the dildo deeper in my pussy. She spat into my ass and on my cunt as she kept on mercilessly drilling that dildo deeper and faster. I let out a loud scream as my entire body shook, went limp for a few seconds, then came on the cock. She pulled it out too fast, I moaned at its exit but her mouth was on my pussy to suck my cum. She ate me out for a moment then pressed a kiss and pulled away.

“Holy shit Y/N! It was like a freaking waterfall.” She sat back on the bed and licked her lips. “Tasty though.”

I laid on my stomach for a few minutes without saying a word then turned around and sat up. “Careful, fuck me like that again and you’ll ruin me.”

“That’s the plan baby. You’re all mine.” She smiled and spread her legs apart, patting on her cunt. “Now fuck mommy too.”

I took the dildo from her hand and asked, “Is it your first time too?”

She nodded, “Yeah so please gentle first.”

“I promise…” I started then finished, “…to ruin you too.”

Before she could respond, I spread her pussy lips open then with a mouthful of saliva, I spit into the hole. I put the dildo inside slowly but it went in quite easily thanks to my spit in her pussy. I looked at her and she smiled so I pushed deeper a bit then pulled out. I pushed it in again and went deeper, I kept repeating these actions whilst spitting to keep her wet. Her pussy was so greedy, it happily swallowed the cock deeper.

I now started to fuck her with it, slowly at first but when she begged for faster, I was unforgiving. I pounded that silicone purple cock into her wet needy pink walled pussy until she moaned endlessly for me. I put the other end in my mouth and fucked her that way instead, I bobbed my head faster and faster, equally fucking her and me. I was choking on it but I couldn’t stop, the sight of her cum dripping down the cock spurred me on. I sucked and fucked with all my strength but before I could move, she accidentally squirted and it got on my face.

I pulled my mouth away with a loud gasp but I wasn't ready to end it yet. With half the dildo still inside Sarah, I got up and squatted as I slowly lowered myself onto the other half. She was propped against the pillows whilst I was now sitting on top of her, the two-sided dildo in both of us. I grabbed my own boobs and played with them as I rode her. I switched between grinding on the cock and bouncing on it, Sarah encouraged me, telling me how pretty I looked fucking her. We continued fucking each other for a long while, i simply enjoyed the feeling of a cock inside me so I prolonged it. Sarah and I each came twice but I kept riding and she begged for me to stop.

“No, I want to keep riding.”

“Please! I can’t cum anymore Y/N.”

“But I like seeing you filled to the brim.”

“Fuck Y/N, don’t say that.”

“You like that? Wanna hear me say how full you look? How your hole is stuffed and your cunt is covered with our cum?”

“Keep going, I’ll cum again.”

“That’s it mommy. Cum on my pretty pussy. Look at your big tits bouncing around.”

“Please keep going.”

I reached down and gathered a bit of the cum then wiped it on her lips. I lowered my head and kissed her, my hips grinding forcefully against hers. She was quick to suck my bottom lip in so we tongued each other. Our boobs were slipping and sliding around, our cunts were squelching, it was all so hot. She came again and moaned into my mouth, we both cummed against each other but we also squirted. I pulled away and continued to ride slowly until I was satisfied and came to a stop.

I lifted myself off of her and removed the dildo. I looked at Sarah with a satisfied smile. She pushed me back gently and brought her head to my cunt. With small kitten-like licks, she cleaned me up and sucked softly. I closed my eyes and slowly grinded on her lips, she continued until suddenly when I felt something else at my entrance. I opened my eyes and peered down to see her trying to fit her boob into my pussy. I chuckled and she quickly looked up at me, she reached me with a slow crawl. Sarah laid on top of me then placed her nipples on my mouth.

“Be a good girl and clean mommy’s tits, they’re covered in your cum baby.” She instructed while holding onto her breasts.

“Yes mommy, I love your boobs.” I said before sucking on one nipple then switching to the other. I continued doing this until Sarah was satisfied.

We decided on getting cleaned up so while she changed her sheets, I went to her bathroom and started the shower. I came back and she was ready, we went to the shower together where we kissed once more and she inserted the dildo in me and sat on my lap as she rode it. All I could think of at the moment was thank goodness Kiara wasn’t here. I’d have missed out on fucking Sarah senseless and vice versa. Maybe Kiara just needed a good fuck too.

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amournoir · 8 months

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Hi can u do a fic where the reader and Klaus are in a relationship and the mikaelson's hate her .

Thanks

𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐭 ┄ 𝐢

pairing: niklaus mikaelson x f!reader

warning: angst

author’s note: thanks for the request hun! 💋 p.s, here's part 2

The streets of New Orleans pulsed with life, and Y/N, Klaus Mikaelson's spirited and vivacious girlfriend, seemed to embody the very essence of the city's energy. She reveled in the thrill of the night, seeking joy and adventure wherever she went. But little did she know that her vibrant spirit was causing a storm within the Mikaelson family.

Rebekah and Elijah, Klaus's siblings, observed with disapproval as Y/N led Klaus into the wild festivities of the French Quarter. They detested her carefree nature, seeing her as a disruption to the carefully constructed order of their lives. In their eyes, Y/N was a distraction, a youthful folly that would only lead Klaus astray. The siblings had made their opinions known countless times, urging Klaus to end the relationship. They saw her as a threat to their family's stability and tried to set him up with a "more suitable" woman— a 30-year-old socialite whose poise and maturity contrasted sharply with Y/N's exuberance.

One evening, as the Mikaelson family gathered for a somber dinner, tensions reached their breaking point. Rebekah and Elijah, fueled by their desire to protect their brother, confronted Y/N, leveling accusations of infidelity.

“You're nothing but trouble,” Rebekah hissed, her eyes flashing with disdain. “You're not right for Nik.”

Y/N's face paled, her heart pounding in her chest. “What are you talking about? I love Klaus with all my heart,” she protested, her voice trembling.

Elijah shook his head, his tone cutting like a blade. “You're young, reckless, and unreliable,” he stated coldly. “You're only going to hurt him.”

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she struggled to find the right words to defend herself. She had always tried to be honest with Klaus, to give him everything he deserved, but now she felt like she was being torn apart by the very people she had hoped to call family.

“I love him,” she repeated, her voice breaking. “I would never hurt him, and I would never cheat on him.”

But her words fell on deaf ears, and the Mikaelson siblings remained adamant in their disapproval. Klaus, torn between his love for Y/N and his loyalty to his family, was caught in the crossfire of their bitter dispute. For days, the rift between Y/N and the Mikaelson siblings grew wider. Each encounter was fraught with tension, with accusations and misunderstandings that only deepened the wounds. Y/N felt isolated and alone, her heart heavy with the weight of their judgments.

One night, as the moon hung low in the sky, Klaus found Y/N sitting alone by the fireplace, tears silently streaming down her cheeks. He approached her, his heart aching at the sight of her pain.

“Love talk to me,” he pleaded, his voice soft with concern.

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with sorrow. “Your family hates me,” she whispered. “They think I'm not good enough for you.”

Klaus wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. “I don't care what they think,” he said firmly. “I love you and I won't let them come between us.”

But as the days turned into weeks, the constant pressure from his family weighed heavily on Klaus's mind. Doubts began to seep into his heart, and he found himself torn between his love for Y/N and the desire to mend the fractures in his family. In the depths of his turmoil, Klaus faced an impossible choice— to stand by the woman he loved or to appease his family by letting her go. His heart and mind waged war within him, leaving him in a state of inner turmoil that threatened to consume him.

As the darkness of uncertainty loomed over their once blissful relationship, Y/N and Klaus were left to navigate the shadows of doubt and find a way back to each other. The storm of angst and heartache showed no signs of abating, leaving them with the ultimate question…could love conquer all or would the family's disapproval be too much to bear?

A few months had passed without another confrontation from his siblings but that silence period was over today. The Mikaelson mansion stood in silence, its opulent halls shrouded in a heavy tension that seemed to seep into the very air. Y/N, the vibrant and spirited love of Klaus Mikaelson's life, felt the weight of disapproval from his siblings bearing down on her like a storm cloud. At 23, her heart beat fiercely with a passion for life, but to Elijah and Rebekah, she was nothing more than a youthful whirlwind that threatened the delicate balance they had carefully crafted.

It was a chilly evening, and as Y/N wandered through the dimly lit corridors, her footsteps echoing emptily, she couldn't shake the sense of unease that seemed to linger around her. The disapproving glances, the hushed conversations that ceased when she entered a room— all of it gnawed at her soul. It had been months since she had embarked on a romantic journey with Klaus, a love that burned with an intensity she had never known before. But even that powerful connection couldn't shield her from the critical eyes of his siblings.

Rebekah's icy words had sliced through the air like a blade. “You're just a child, Y/N,” she had said with a condescending tilt of her head. “My brother deserves someone who understands the dangers of our world.”

And Elijah, the embodiment of elegance and poise, had looked at her with a mixture of pity and dismissal. “Klaus is not one to be taken lightly,” he had warned. “You need to be more mature, more level headed.”

Each word had etched itself into Y/N's heart, a constant reminder of her perceived inadequacy in the eyes of those she so desperately wanted to accept her. As she entered the living room, she found Klaus standing by the grand window, nursing a tumbler of bourbon in his hand. His gaze was distant, his features etched with a mixture of frustration and weariness. She approached him, her heart aching at the distance she felt growing between them.

“Klaus,” she murmured, her voice soft and uncertain.

He turned to her, his eyes meeting hers with a mix of conflict and affection. “Y/N,” he said, his voice tinged with a hint of regret.

The silence that followed was heavy, a chasm that seemed to swallow their words before they could be spoken.

“I can't do this anymore love,” Klaus finally confessed, his voice breaking the stillness.

Y/N's heart shattered, the pain more intense than she could have ever imagined. “What do you mean?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Klaus's gaze was tortured, his emotions warring within him. “Elijah and Rebekah,” he said with a sigh. “They won't accept us. They think you're too young, too impulsive.”

Tears welled in Y/N's eyes, and she felt a lump forming in her throat. “And what do you think?” she choked out, her voice quivering.

Klaus reached for her, his hand cupping her cheek with tenderness. “I love you,” he said, his voice raw with emotion. “But I can't keep going against my family. It's tearing us apart.”

The pain in Y/N's chest was suffocating, a weight that threatened to crush her. “So, what are you saying?” she asked, her voice shaking.

“I'm saying that we need to take a step back,” Klaus admitted, his voice barely audible. “Perhaps it's best for both of us.”

Y/N's heart shattered completely, and she took a step back, her eyes welling with tears. “You're choosing them over me?” she whispered, her voice cracking.

Klaus's eyes filled with anguish, and he reached out to her, his fingers brushing against her cheek. “Y/N…” he started desperately. “I love you, but I can't keep fighting this battle. I'm sorry sweetheart.”

The room seemed to close in around her, and Y/N turned and fled, her heartache echoing in the emptiness that surrounded her. Days turned into weeks, and the absence of Klaus felt like an ache that she couldn't escape. She could feel the weight of his absence in every corner of her life, a constant reminder of what once was.

As she stared out at the moonlit night, Y/N realized that love was not always enough to conquer the obstacles that life placed in its path. She had lost the man she loved, not because he didn't care, but because the world they lived in was too complicated, too tangled with expectations. lol She whispered his name into the night, her heart heavy with sorrow, Y/N learned that sometimes love wasn't enough to mend the fractures that threatened to tear their world apart. And in that painful realization, she felt the bittersweet ache of a love that had been both beautiful and heart wrenching—a love that would forever remain etched in her soul.

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amournoir · 8 months

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𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐬

pairing: sarah cameron x f!reader

warning: smut [boob play, licking, sucking, oral receiving & giving, face riding, fisting, language?]

author’s note: your girl is in a mood so you get to be in it too. 🤭 this is my very first fxf so please bear with me & let me know what you think about it, i hope you enjoy it! 😌 quick reminder that this is 21+

You had come home early that day due to swim class being canceled which was a bummer since you loved it so much, your mother often joked you were half mermaid. Your parents had said they needed to talk to you later but since no one was home, you went over to your best friend’s house to pass time. Grabbing your bike, you hopped on it and pedaled to her house, parked it right in their front yard and dashed up the porch.

You didn’t bother knocking, you just twisted the knob and invited yourself in. Her brother, Rafe, was sitting in the living room watching some show but at the sight of you, he yelled your name to his sister…per usual. You smiled and walked over to him, ruffling his hair a bit then skipped away to the stairs. You heard his chuckle before he was out of sight.

You found Sarah sitting in front of her makeup table in her bikini. She was taking off her earrings and necklace slowly. You surprised her by running in and instantly jumping onto her bed. She shrieked as if you hadn’t been doing this every single time you came over so you laughed as always.

“Fucks sake Y/N! Can’t you knock?” She asked, her hand clutching her chest.

You beamed widely, “Yeah but it’s more fun hearing you scream.”

“One of these days I’ll actually have a heart attack.”

“Ooh can you? I need to put my CPR training to good use.” You asked with a grin.

She scoffed, shaking her head. “I hate you.”

“You’re not capable of it.”

“Ugh just come help me.”

“With what?” You lifted yourself up and propped yourself on your elbows.

“My necklace is tangled with my bikini straps.”

“Hmm I thought you said you hated me.” You wondered out loud.

“Fine, I’ll do it myself.”

She sighed and tugged on a tight strap but nothing happened. She tried again harder and this time, her necklace broke free but so did her entire top. You had been watching her the entire time but her back was to you, she wasn’t aware yet. You saw the reflection of her body on the mirror in front of her, you saw her huge boobs and nipples. You wanted to tear your eyes away but you couldn’t possibly. It took her longer than a minute to realize it and that’s when she quickly covered her chest.

You pushed yourself off the bed and walked over towards her, standing right behind. Neither of you said a word so you just offered a smile instead. She couldn’t meet your eyes, you could see how nervous and embarrassed she was but there was no need to be. Both of you were girls, both of you had breasts so nothing was weird as far as you were concerned.

“It’s okay, you know.”

She kept her eyes down, “What is?”

“You don’t need to hide it, it was an accident. No big deal.”

She sighed and looked up at you through the mirror then smiled, “You promise?”

You stuck your pinky out to her, “Pinky promise.”

One of her hands reached out and linked your pinkies together. You suddenly had the urge to see it again, this time up close. So with your eyes fixated on hers, you placed both of your hands on her shoulders then lowered them to her chest. You stopped to see her reaction but she didn’t do a thing, only watched you. You continued on until you reached her bikini top which you carefully pushed down until it fell on her lap and now she was bare chested again.

Your hands came back up and slowly kneaded her breasts, both at the same time then alternated. Your fingers traced her nipples which made her let out a very faint moan so you flicked her nipple and again, she made the same sound. You liked it. You liked hearing her moan and you liked how huge her boobs were. You kept toying with them, rolling them around, pinching and squeezing as she kept moaning. You stopped and her eyes shot open and stared at you. She turned around in her seat then stood up and fully faced you.

Biting her bottom lip, she reached out to you and you let her. You didn’t know where this was going but you knew you didn’t want to stop it. Sarah didn’t reach out to kiss you, much to your surprising dismay, she reached for your top. You stood there as she lifted it up to reveal your black lace bra cupping your slightly larger boobs. She didn’t even bother unclasping it, she just pulled your breasts out one by one then bounced them in her hands as if checking their weight.

Her eyes were fully fixed on your chest as her hands switched from soft massages to roughly squeezing you. A moan escaped you and that made her eyes flicker up to yours. Whilst holding that eye contact, she lowered herself and pressed a soft kiss between your boobs then on top of each one. You threw your head back so she kissed them again and again until she was licking them. You slowly pulled her up and held her hands as you led her to the bed where you laid down on your back and pulled her on top.

With a smile, she tucked your hair behind your ear then leaned down and kissed your cheek. Your neck was next then her lips trailed back down to your boobs. She started with a few kitten-like licks then moved to sucking. You closed your eyes and relished the experience as your hands found their way to her hair where you tugged her head up. She lifted her head and looked at you then down at your lips, before you knew it, her lips were on yours. Your tongues explored each other, she was fully sucking you. You placed a hand on the back of her head to pull her closer and she placed hers on your neck which turned you the fuck on.

Your make out session was hot and heavy in every which way, from grinding to sucking, you both couldn’t stop. Once it did end, the dry humping began. Sarah was on top slowly grinding her hips against yours to find some sort of release. You had placed your hands on her ass, pushing the bikini bottom between her cheeks. Your hands squeezed and dug into her ass, making her grind harder. Momentarily you stopped her and lifted your hips, removing your shorts and underwear in one go.

Sarah stared at your bare cunt in awe, fully mesmerized. You smiled and ran your fingers between your folds, separating them as you gathered the wetness. You lifted your soaked fingers in front of her face and she opened her mouth instantly, her lips wrapping around you. She sucked and licked your fingers clean, even between the crevices. Such a hot dirty girl, you thought to yourself. You suddenly had a brilliant idea.

“Can I taste you too?”

“Only if I get to go down on you too.” She said with a smile.

“Turn around and sit on my face.”

Her eyes grew wide, “Wait I can ride you?”

“Yeah, is it okay?”

“I’ve always wanted to see you naked so this is a dream Y/N!” She exclaimed and immediately got herself into position.

Sarah spread your legs apart for her personal viewing then kissed your inner thighs. Her ass was above your head, careful not to fall on you. Her fingers wandered around your outer area then inched their way closer until she reached your cunt. Without warning, she inserted two fingers inside your pussy very slowly then leaned down forward.

She looked back to you and said, “You're so wet and pink.”

You moaned in response instead and this made her wonder out loud, “How many fingers do you think I can fit?”

“I don’t know, four?” You guessed.

“Four?! Such a slut but I like it, let’s try.” So she did.

Her lips kissed your cunt then she lowered her head even closer and licked your pussy. Your body naturally jolted and you moaned. Once she knew what made you react, she would repeat the action again and again. Her licks turned to full on sucking and her fingers pushed in and out, each time adding a new one. Four fingers in and you still wanted more. Out of nowhere, she spit on your pussy and pushed the saliva inside.

Gone were your soft moans, now you were audibly groaning and rocking your hips to increase your release. Thank goodness everyone was out of the house. Her little sister was at some camp, her stepmom was on the mainland shopping all day, her dad was at his workplace, and you had heard her brother leaving minutes after you got there with his club friends. So you could moan as loud as you’d like, no one was around and the thought of that turned you on even more.

You weren’t the only one turned on. Your moans and groans had gotten to Sarah so much that she was quite literally dripping. You felt it once but didn’t realize it until now, you thought it was sweat from you. Turns out, she had been getting off at the sight of you. To prove your theory, you reached one hand up to slide her bikini bottom aside and revealed her soaking cunt. Sarah gasped and slightly jumped at the contact of cold air. Your other hand came up to gather her wetness on your fingers and sucked it. Salty and smooth, you mentally concurred.

“You get off by watching me Sarah?” You asked an obvious question but you just wanted her answer.

“Who wouldn’t? My entire fist is in your squishy soft pussy and yet you’re still wet.” She replied.

“You’re fisting me??” You hadn’t even noticed.

“You’re so hot that way baby.” She cooed.

“Fuck me deeper with your hand babe, I wanna cum.” I was so ready to beg.

“Mmm you’re such a pretty girl Y/N.” She praises, “If only you could see how slutty you look with a fist in you. I’ll make you cum baby.”

The thought was sending you to places further than you’d imagined. Sarah, your childhood best friend was naked on top of you with her ass in your face and her hand— fist, in your pussy. You now wanted to see it. A picture, video, anything to relive this after it was done. But it wasn’t, not yet because you hadn’t started.

As your friend stuck her fist deeper into you and pushed in and out whilst sucking your clit, you lowered her ass closer to your face. Her cunt was now on your lips, you licked once then twice, each time Sarah moaned and pushed down. You could tell she wanted to ride your face and you wanted her to but not until you were fully satisfied. You used your fingers to spread her folds open then spit up inside and used your middle finger to push it in. You moved your head around to get a more comfortable position then spread your legs further apart as she kept going.

Both of you were now eating each other out. You slapped her ass and motorboated her pussy, your tongue deep inside. This went on for a few minutes but you weren’t getting what you wanted so with a smirk, you slapped her cunt with your free hand. It hit you before you even realized it, she had squirted into your mouth which dripped down your chin. Her body convulsed as she placed her free hand onto the bed for support. She rocked her hips harshly against your mouth.

“I want you to eat it all.” She said as she grinded harder on your face.

“Yes Sarah, please give it to me.”

She fully sat on your face then lifted herself up then sat down again. “Do you like that Y/N? Do you like me suffocating you?”

“Hmmmph.” Your reply was muffled between her legs.

“Can’t hear you. Speak louder or I’ll stop.” She lifted her hips up again.

“Fuck my face baby, please use it.” You panted and waited for her.

“Mm I plan on it. Now stick out your tongue, I want to fuck it.”

You did as told almost immediately, you were very eager to please her. Sarah lowered herself on your tongue and got off then let it impose her again. She did this over and over, your tongue was being used as a dick for her. She bounced on it slowly then rolled her hips. Her hand was still inside you so every movement was turning you on again. You moaned wantonly against her pussy as she impaled herself continuously. Her head was thrown back, facing the ceiling, with eyes closed as she rode you.

Her legs tightened against your head and you could tell she was close. She paused for a moment and threw her ass back into your face several times before coming on your tongue. Your lips widen to suck all of it in your mouth and down your throat. It was hot, salty, and smooth. She got off your face and rested on your abdomen, her wetness residue left on your boobs.

She let out a sigh and looked back at you, “You’re such a good girl baby. Did you like mommy’s cum?”

You nodded your head with a smile. “Mommy’s cum was a lot. I even made you squirt.”

“It’s your turn now. I want you on all fours.”

She removed her fist from inside you and you groaned at the feeling. Your pussy walls tightly held onto her fingers and this made her chuckle so instead she spit down on your cunt to loosen you up. With less effort, her hand was out and she rolled off of you. You could barely get up but the thought of being eaten from behind was enough motivation. You rolled to the side then lifted yourself up slowly, pulled your legs forward and used your hands to stabilize yourself. There you were, your boobs still in their bra but your underwear long forgotten on the floor somewhere.

You looked back at Sarah and slightly wiggled your hips as you parted your legs. She grinned and came closer to you, her hands reached up to your bra and unclasped it, tossing it to join the mess on the floor. Your boobs immediately bounced around and this caught her eye. She reached down and pinched them, pulling them as if to milk them. You tossed your head back and moaned, your pussy clenching on thin air.

“Fuck if I knew they were this big, I’d have done all this sooner.” She said, still squeezing and pulling on them.

“You’ve thought of me?”

“Hell yes. The amount of times I’ve wanted your boobs to accidentally fall out of your bikini or walk in on you after showering is ridiculous.”

“Well now you can have me anytime.”

“Anytime? Even in front of the guys?”

“Sarah! We can’t do this in front of them.”

“Why not? I want them to hear your pretty moans and see what a good girl you are when you’re fisted.”

“Only if they can see you squirting down my throat. That was so hot by the way.”

“Can I be honest Y/N?” Sarah asks, lowering her voice a little.

“Yeah of course.”

“I’ve actually never done any of this before, I just saw it in some videos and I immediately thought of you. I was afraid you’d think I’m weird or something.”

“Sarah Cameron, your kinky side is the hottest thing ever. I’ve never done this before either but I’m glad we’re each other’s firsts.”

“Can I try another first?” She bites her lip as she looks at you.

“Yeah, what is it?”

“I want to eat you out on all fours.”

You playfully shake your ass in front of her and say, “Bon appetit.”

She grins and gets on all fours as well then moves closer to you. Once she has your ass in her view, she leans forward and slaps it softly then again harder. She lowers her head and licks from your pussy entrance to your asshole, this causes you to moan. She repeats it again and you push your ass back into her face, with both hands she grabs it firmly and sucks hard. She’s shaking her face around your pussy, her tongue deeply exploring your insides. You moan even louder, you instinctively arch your back so that you’re face down and ass up.

The sounds coming from behind you make it sound like she’s actually eating. It’s wet and loud and it fully turns you on. You reach your hand back and feel her head then push her further into you. Sarah moans against your cunt and picks up the pace, her sucking becomes much harsher, you can feel her teeth lightly scraping you. You jumped forward, it’s all becoming too much but she follows you. She lifts her head up to take a breath then dives back in again, the cold air momentarily hits you and your pussy clenches. She spits into your asshole then lets it drip to your pussy, she does it again but the time spreads your cheeks wide so the saliva enters inside instead.

You groan loudly, shaking your ass to get her attention back to your pussy. She notices this and sticks her tongue out then uses it to prod into your pink squishy hole, she tongue fucks you as you did her. One of her hands spreads your pussy wide open for her and the other comes down to pinch your nipples. You begin to come, she can feel the few drops on her tongue but she knows you’re not there yet. So she lifts her body up and uses her boobs to rub against your clit. With her tongue back inside your pussy, fingers pulling on your boobs, and her nipple grinding on your clit, you’re left coming in her face. You shake with so much force but she doesn’t let go on your ass, if anything she sinks her face further inside, sucking every last drop and swallowing.

“Your pussy is so tasty baby. And you said I can have it whenever?”

Your eyes are closed as you keep panting, unable to talk, you just nod.

She tuts and slaps your cunt, “I need to hear you.”

You jolt forward and quickly reply, “Yes, have me whenever.”

“Sit up, I want you to suck mommy’s boobs again.”

You do as told even if it does take you a minute then you look at her. “So we’re doing the whole mommy thing?”

“Yeah, I like it.” She sits on the bed with her legs open wide and pats for you to sit in front.

“Not surprised you have a mommy kink.” You reply with a smirk then sit, your cunts are so close to each other, you can actually feel the heat.

“You feel that too?”

“Yeah, can we?”

Sarah smiles and says, “Another day, I’ll ride your pussy until we cum on each other.”

“Fuck that sound so good.” Your hands reach for her boobs and you softly massage them.

“Yeah? You want mommy to fuck your slutty pussy? You want our pussy lips together baby?”

You nod before you answer, “Yes mommy, I want them to make noise and slide.”

“Okay but now, be a good girl and suck my boobs. It’s feeding time.” Sarah places her nipple on your lip. You open your mouth and suck it in slowly, closing your eyes and your other hand gently slaps around her other boob. You were happy and you couldn’t wait for more. You’d be each other’s firsts for everything.

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Hi gorgeous, could you do a second part of Shadows of Doubt where reader is pregnant with Hope and spending time with Hayley who's a good friend of hers. Elijah and Rebekah realize they were being assholes because she's exactly what their brother needed, Klaus misses her and wants her back, though once he finds out about her pregnancy everything gets more angsty, as he blames his siblings for it, believing yn had moved on not knowing the child was his and etc. They get back together at the end, with a lot of fluff and etc.

𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐭 ┄ 𝐢𝐢

pairing: niklaus mikaelson x f!reader

warning: slight angst + fluff

author’s note: after several requests and messages, here’s part 2 of shadows of doubt (here’s part 1). i hope you enjoy it like you guys did the first one! 🫶🏽

It had been weeks since I last cried and almost four months since I last saw him. It was the most painful thing I had ever done but I knew it had to happen, there was no need to make the situation more difficult. I walked away. No goodbye or anything. I wasn’t going to let his siblings have the satisfaction of seeing me ‘weak’ as they often told me.

The gentle breeze rustled the leaves as I sat in the courtyard of my home, my fingers unconsciously tracing the subtle curve of my belly. The soft flutter of life within me was a constant reminder of the precious gift growing inside. It had been a whirlwind of emotions since that day— the day I had found out I was pregnant with her. She wasn’t planned but she’d be wanted, if not by him then me, she was my miracle…my hope.

In the months I had spent away from him and his family, I had met people. Amongst them was a woman called Hayley, she had become my closest confidante and friend. She sat beside me, her gaze understanding and supportive. “How are you feeling, Y/N?” she asked softly.

I smiled, the love and excitement for the life within me radiating through my words. “It's strange, but in a beautiful way. I feel this little one moving, and it's like she's already a part of me.”

Hayley's eyes softened, and she placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. “You're going to be an amazing mother, Y/N.”

As I looked around the courtyard, memories of him flooded my mind. His charming smile, his passionate love, and the painful distance that had grown between us. I couldn't help but wonder if he was thinking about me, if he ever missed the moments we had shared. Little did I know, he was wrestling with his own demons, haunted by the realization that he had let go of something precious. Elijah and Rebekah, his once-disapproving siblings, had opened his eyes to the truth— that my absence had left a void in his life.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Klaus stood outside the balcony, his heart heavy with regret. The memories of time spent together played like a filmstrip in his mind, each moment a painful reminder of what he had lost. He swirled the glass in his hand around, mindlessly watching it.

Elijah approached the open balcony doors and stood still, his voice gentle but firm. “Niklaus, we’d like for you to hear us out. You can’t go on like this anymore brother.”

Klaus was silent for a while then with a huff he said, “Very well, say your piece.”

“We were wrong. I apologize for the part I played in hurting Y/N. You need to go to her.”

His back was still turned, facing the city in front of him. His jaw clenched and unclenched, his voice sounding venomous. “You do not tell me what I need Elijah.”

“Then tell me what I can do.” Elijah removed his hand from his pocket, waving it in front of him.

“What I needed you to. I needed you to stand by me and support us…you made me choose.” His voice cracked at that last sentence as he spun around to face his older brother.

Elijah's expression softened, his concern for his brother evident. “It's not too late, Niklaus. Reach out to her, before it truly is.”

“This was your doing! You and Rebekah!”

“We’re sorry for doubting her Nik, alright? Is that what you want to hear?” Rebekah yelled back at her brother. She had been silently watching and listening from the door.

“What I wanted was her and you drove her away!” He throws his glass of liquor across the room, the bottle following quickly behind.

Rebekah flinched and shut her eyes as she whispered, “Nik we’re sorry.”

“Go to her brother. We will not fail you again.” Elijah extended his hand out to him and Klaus gave it a firm shake. With a nod, they reached a silent agreement.

Without a word, Klaus left to his room to think it over. He knew he could never gain her trust again after letting her go so easily. He often used his art room to conjure up his master plans but not this time. In a few hours he had decided and that was how he found himself standing outside my door, his heart pounding as he raised his hand to knock. He hesitated, the weight of his emotions holding him back. The door swung open, and there I stood, the sight of him taking my breath away. For a moment, time seemed to stand still, and the unspoken words hung heavy in the air.

“Y/N,” he finally said, his voice a mix of longing and regret.

“Klaus,” I replied softly, my heart racing.

“I missed you love,” he admitted, his voice vulnerable. His hand reached out to me, gently placing it on my cheek.

I looked into his eyes, the depth of his emotions mirrored mine. “I missed you too, Klaus. But things are different now.”

The silence between us spoke volumes, a symphony of emotions that echoed the pain of our separation and the hope for a second chance. As our gazes held, a sense of understanding passed between us. I wanted nothing more than to stand there and take it all in, take in the sight of him. Call it weakness or strength but in that moment I needed to be honest so I revealed the truth.

“I'm pregnant,” I whispered, tears welling in my eyes.

Klaus's expression shifted from surprise to confusion, and then to anger. “You moved on so quickly?” he snapped, his voice laced with bitterness. He pulled back as though my touch burned him.

I shook my head, the tears spilling over. Desperately, I took a step forward to be closer once more, “No, it’s yours. Our child, Nik.”

He couldn’t believe it and I wouldn’t blame him, he didn’t know. Ten years ago I triggered my curse and quickly learned a few things, one of them being scent. A witch that was a family friend offered to hide it as a way to thank me for saving her children. From that day onwards, I could smell other wolves but none knew my scent which hid me from supernaturals alike. Klaus never knew, I would have told him one day but after realizing I’d never gain his siblings' trust and the constant doubts from him, I kept my secret.

Still even with my revelation, he was partially in the dark. If I had any chance of convincing him, I needed to tell him the entire truth. I placed one hand over my abdomen and looked at him, tears falling freely. I knew in the silence he’d hear it. Time seemed to have slowed in that moment as I saw his face morph into different stages of understanding.

The realization hit him like a tidal wave, his anger giving way to shock and disbelief. “What?”

I took a step closer, my hand gently caressing my belly. “Hope. She's ours, Nik.”

“How?” His voice was small, almost child-like, though his gaze remained on my abdomen.

With my free hand, I reached down for his and placed it on the side of my head. I wanted him to know everything, I wanted him to trust me fully which is why I let him inside my mind. “See for yourself.”

Moments later tears glistened in his eyes as he looked at me, his heart torn between regret and joy. “I can't believe I doubted you,” he whispered.

As he reached out to touch my belly, his fingers gentle against my skin, I felt a rush of emotions—love, forgiveness, and the chance for a future together. This was all I had wanted. Right here, I had all that I could ever ask for and I’d be damned if I let it go without a fight. He was my home.

“Love I'm truly sorry. I don’t deserve you,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

I smiled through my tears, feeling the weight of the past lifting from my shoulders. “Klaus, we have a chance to start again—for Hope and for us.”

“Hope?”

“You don’t like it? We can pick something else.” I quickly said, worried I had already done something wrong.

He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on my forehead then looked down at my belly. “No, I love it.” His fingers moved around in slow circles and I could feel her inside me as she pressed closer to him. “Hope Althea Mikaelson.”

I let out a soft gasp, immediately looking up at him. “Althea?”

“She’ll take after her mother, it’s only right she has your name as well.” He lifted my hand with his free one and kissed the knuckles, adding “I vow to never leave either of you. We will be a family sweetheart.”

And in that moment, as one hand rested against his growing daughter and the other on me, I knew that the shadows of doubt that had once clouded our hearts were finally dissipating. As we embraced, a sense of utter completeness settled over us, a promise of love and a future that would forever be intertwined. I was back home and soon our greatest Hope would join us.

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play toy 🧸

characters: f!reader x innocent!rafe cameron

warning: does implied smut count?

note: okay so i decided to do a thing. it’s a very short blurb but please lmk what you think!?

It was a random day in the middle of the week but when the Camerons throw a party, attendance is not a question. I had been friends with the kooks since childhood although I was something of a hybrid, kook mother and pogue father, I still fit in both world. Sarah, a few of her friends, and I had been in her room enjoying the party from there. After a while, they left but I remained, there was a knock on the door then her brother walked in. Rafe noticed me sitting on her bed and immediately walked up to me, “Who are you and why are you in my sister's room?"

“I’m Sarah’s best friend, Y/N.”

He eyes you up and down, “Best friend eh? You two been 'best friends'?”

I smirked and replied, “Yeah, I like having fun with her if you know what I mean.” It’s not as though Rafe had never met me, he had dozens of times but majority of those were in public settings or when he wasn’t drunk out of his mind.

“Oh I bet you have. How long have you two been 'best friends'?”

“Almost two years now.”

“Two years and I haven't seen you? I would have thought you two would have been inseparable, have you spent the night with her?”

Rafe was suspicious of me and my intentions with his sister but it felt less like him being a caring big brother and more of him just being nosy with a hint of jealousy. So of course I was going to play along.

“Why do you care who I’ve spent the night with?” I ask with a slight raise of my brow. “And you have seen me, you’d remember if only you weren’t an alcoholic frat boy.”

“I just don't think my sister should be hanging around such a...” He glances my way with a slight look of disdain. “Type of person.”

“Oh I get it. You’re just jealous I’ve never spent the night with you.”

“Why would I be interested in you? You're too trashy for anyone to want to be with including your supposed best friend who should have much better priorities.”

“Your mouth says trashy but that bulge in your pants says otherwise and so do your eyes.” I smile playfully at him, “Have you been watching me Cameron?”

He is taken aback by the remark, a slight blush rising to his cheeks and his heart starts racing. He crosses his arms over his chest and leans against the dresser. Rafe doesn’t respond, he just glares at me quietly.

“You know, I think I might spend the night with Sarah tonight. But don’t worry, I promise we won’t be too loud.” I wink at him knowing full well it’d get under his skin.

“You fucking—” Rafe tries to keep it together but is becoming more enraged by the minute. “I swear if you so much as even touch her.”

“Oh I’ve done far more than touch her. Your little sis is such a freak, don’t you know? She loves going down on me.”

“No. She wouldn't.” He shakes his head, either to deny it or erase the image from his head, who knows. His face is becoming more red with anger the more I continue to talk. “She's...my sister!”

“Yes and she’s my special girl. And just for that I’ll be sure you hear how loud I make her.”

“N...No. You—” Rafe is trying his absolute best to remain calm, but the thought of his sweet little sister with another girl is far too much for him to bear.

“She’s such a good girl when she’s tearing up especially when she begs me to keep going.” I honestly can’t stop. Who knew all I had to do to get under his skin was tease him about his sister’s sluttiness.

I can see the effect my crude comments have on him, they are making him feel sick to his stomach. His chest is quickly rising and falling, getting tighter as his breathing becomes heavy and quick. “STOP! Just stop!”

I smirk and ask, “Why don’t you make me Cameron?”

He glares at me, uncrossing his arms from his chest and clenches his fists. “I could.”

I pull myself to the edge of her bed and let my feet dangle off the side. I look at him and simply say, “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll stop playing with your sweet Sarah if you become my play toy.”

He is speechless but his eyes narrow. “You're serious? You would really leave my sister alone if I did...that…for you?”

I shrug nonchalantly and add, “I might screw her one more time for old times sake but yeah, I will.”

I can see the internal battle going on just by reading his face. Rafe’s body is filled with a mix of rage and excitement but he can't decide which emotion he is feeling more. My interest is slightly piqued just by watching him actually consider my offer.

“Five seconds Rafe before she returns and I bend her pretty firm ass over this bed as you watch.”

He unclenches his fist and lets out a heavy sigh before nodding his head in agreement.

“Say it.”

There's a long pause. Rafe's eyes water and he is visibly shaking but eventually he is able to respond, “I— I…will be your play toy.”

“Good boy.” I smile in satisfaction just as Sarah walks in. She’s in a short black skirt and a white tube top with the first two buttons open. I look over at Rafe and instruct Sarah whilst keeping my eyes on him, “Be a good girl and get on your hands and knees on the bed for me.”

His eyes instantly widen. I couldn’t believe that he would actually agree to being my play thing. I could just see the rage-filled thoughts running through his mind and the helplessness coursing through him as he watches his precious little sister obey. Still locking my eyes with Rafe’s, I flip over Sarah’s skirt, exposing her thong and slap her ass.

“Good. Now let’s get started.”

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amournoir · 9 months

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𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝

pairing(s): niklaus x reader

warning(s): angst & fighting if you squint

author’s note: this fic, short as it is, was written for the 15min challenge and i hope it doesn’t disappoint! 🥹

In the heart of the Mikaelson compound, tension hung heavy in the air. Y/N, a fiercely independent soul, had always been willing to go to great lengths to protect her friends. However, Klaus Mikaelson, the enigmatic and brooding vampire, was growing increasingly angry at her recklessness, as it constantly put her life in danger.

One fateful evening, as Y/N returned from yet another daring mission to rescue her friends, she found herself face to face with Klaus, his dark eyes burning with fury. "Y/N," he growled, his voice tinged with both concern and frustration. "I've had enough of your impulsive heroics. You can't keep putting yourself at risk like this!"

Y/N stood her ground, her eyes flashing with determination. "Klaus, they're my friends. I can't just stand by and do nothing when they're in trouble," she retorted.

"And what about you?" Klaus snapped, his anger simmering beneath the surface. "You seem to have no regard for your own life!"

"I can take care of myself," Y/N insisted, her voice unwavering. "I don't need you to protect me."

Frustration and fear battled within Klaus as he struggled to find the right words. "You're too damn stubborn for your own good," he muttered, clenching his fists. "I won't let you throw your life away like this."

With a mixture of anger and desperation, Klaus made a drastic decision. He grabbed Y/N's hand, leading her to her room, and with a simple yet powerful twist of his hand, he broke off the door handle.

"You can't keep me locked up like this!" Y/N shouted, pounding on the door. "This won't stop me from doing what I believe is right!"

In the darkness of her room, Y/N refused to be defeated. She knew she had to find a way out, to continue fighting for her friends and her beliefs. Later that night, Y/N managed to break free from her temporary confinement, using her wits and resourcefulness to outsmart Klaus. As she slipped back into the compound later, she could feel Klaus's wrath waiting for her in the shadows.

There he was, nursing a glass of bourbon, his expression both haunted and pained. "You defied me," he stated coldly, his eyes narrowing.

"I won't let you control me, Klaus," Y/N replied, her voice laced with defiance. "I can't just sit back and watch while my friends suffer."

Klaus took a deep breath, struggling to contain his emotions. "You don't understand," he said quietly, his tone tinged with regret. "I can't bear the thought of losing you."

Y/N's heart softened, and for a moment, anger gave way to vulnerability. "I'm not going to let anything happen to me," she assured him, her eyes searching his for understanding.

"You can't promise that," Klaus whispered, his voice breaking. "You can't predict what dangers lie ahead."

Their argument became a battle of wills and emotions, each trying to protect the other in their own way. The tension hung heavy in the air, until finally, Klaus relented.

"You're right, Y/N," he admitted, his voice laden with guilt. "I can't lock you away like some caged bird. But promise me, promise me that you'll be careful. I can't bear the thought of losing you."

Y/N nodded, her heart aching with love and understanding. "I promise," she said, her voice gentle but resolute. "But you have to promise me something too, Klaus."

He looked at her, his eyes searching hers for the answer she sought.

"Promise me that you won't try to control me," she implored. "I need to make my own choices, even if they're risky."

Klaus hesitated for a moment, before finally nodding. "I promise," he said, his voice sincere. "I won't try to control you, but I'll always worry about you."

As the night wore on, Y/N and Klaus found solace in each other's presence. Their bond grew stronger, fueled by the understanding that love sometimes meant allowing the ones we care for to be their own heroes, even if it meant facing danger.

In the days that followed, Klaus sought out his older sister, Freya, and asked her to cast a spell to protect the compound and ensure Y/N's safety. Freya obliged, crafting a powerful enchantment that would prevent Y/N from leaving the compound without Klaus's consent.

In the aftermath of Freya's spell, the compound remained sealed, keeping Y/N confined against her will. But the fire in her heart refused to be extinguished, and she knew she had to find a way to break free from the constraints that bound her.

With a flick of her fingers, Y/N typed a desperate message to Marcel, the powerful vampire who had always been a steadfast friend. She poured her heart into the words, begging for his help. Her heart raced as she hit send, praying that he would come to her aid.

Time seemed to crawl as she waited for Marcel's response, every passing second feeling like an eternity. Then, finally, the message notification blinked on her phone. Marcel had replied. A sense of relief washed over Y/N as she read his words, promising that he would find a way to free her from the compound.

Marcel enlisted the help of one of his most skilled witches, and they made their way to the Mikaelson compound under the cover of darkness. As they chanted their incantations, the magical barriers weakened, giving Y/N a small window of opportunity to escape. With her heart pounding in her chest, Y/N seized the moment. She slipped through the weakening spell, moving as quietly as a shadow, determined to evade detection. The sense of freedom was exhilarating, but her elation was short-lived as Freya sensed the spell's disturbance.

Y/N's heart sank as she heard Freya's enraged cry, but she knew she had to keep going. She made her way through the darkened streets of New Orleans, every step taking her farther from the prison she had been confined to. Meanwhile, Klaus and Elijah had become frantic with worry, their search for Y/N leading them to every corner of the town. They knew she would be relentless in her quest for freedom, just as she had been in everything else.

Finally, they reached Marcel's residence, where they found him brooding over the huge window that overlooked the waterfront. Their gazes met, and Klaus instantly sensed the anguish in Marcel's eyes.

"What's wrong?" Klaus demanded, his voice laced with concern.

Marcel's jaw tensed, and he turned away, his fists clenching at his sides. "The witches took her," he admitted, his voice heavy with sorrow.

Klaus's heart sank as he understood the gravity of Marcel's words. The witches had interfered, and they had taken Y/N away from them. Without a second thought, Klaus lunged at Marcel, a torrent of emotions surging through him. They fought fiercely, their anger and frustration fueling their blows. Elijah watched from a distance, his eyes betraying the turmoil he felt within.

But as the battle raged on, they knew that their focus should be on finding Y/N. Their hearts were heavy, knowing that she was now in the hands of those who sought to control her fate.

The night echoed with the sounds of their struggle, and the waterfront witnessed the clash of powerful beings, each driven by their love for the girl who had captured their hearts. The darkness of the night seemed to mirror the uncertainty that loomed over them, a reminder that their journey to find Y/N had only just begun.

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amournoir · 11 months

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Hello, love! Can I please request smut scenario #7 for Klaus Mikaelson? Thank you for doing these for all of us! Sending love 🫶🏻🥰🥰

Smut Prompt | N.M {request}

℘ prompt — caught masturbating (#7)

℘ warning — fingering, choking, light sucking, & slapping

℘ pairing — niklaus mikaelson x f!reader

℘ count — 2k

You had just finished your shower when you stepped into the shared bedroom, a towel tucked tightly underneath your armpits. Your slippers scratched the wooden floor as you made your way to the dresser, not yours, and grabbed the gray boxers along with a black shirt.

He came out of the bathroom next, his beautiful caramel colored curls damp with water that dripped down his bare abdomen. You stopped oiling yourself to watch him for a moment, unashamedly so. As if he could see through the face towel, you heard the chuckle then saw his smirk when he removed it.

“Are you done staring love?”

“No…give me a moment.”

Another signature smirk followed then he slowly strolled towards you. Your eyes raked all over, not stopping on any particular area.

“Isn’t this mine?” He asked once he was close enough to clearly recognize his shirt.

“What’s yours is mine.”

“And what am I meant to wear?”

“I’d prefer nothing honestly.”

“As you wish.” He gestured to my figure and continued, “Ladies first.”

You slowly stripped out of the boxers, making sure to bend at the right angle that gave his eyes a plentiful look of your breasts. With each tug and shimmy, your breasts bounced slightly and that wasn’t lost on him. He quietly watched, his gorgeous baby blue pupils were quickly dilating.

Right as you kicked off the boxer briefs, he was quick to pin you on the bed. All you noticed was a blur then felt the soft plush mattress beneath you whilst his abdomen was hard on top of you. You didn’t want to ruin the moment so you waited to see what he’d do next.

What you got wasn’t what you expected but it excited you either way. He attacked you with kisses all over, they were sweet and playful until he reached your neck. One kiss right behind your ear and your lips let out a moan escape. He stilled then in one swift movement, one of his hands pinned both of yours above your head which earned him a slight groan from you.

He returned back to your neck but instead of kissing it once again, his tongue traced the carotid artery from the top all the way to the base of your neck. From there he followed with gentle nibbles, his free hand had already bunched the shirt above your chest. Your now bare chest was being fondled as he rolled your nipple between his index and middle fingers.

As expected, your back slowly lifted off the mattress with your mouth slightly ajar and your eyes shut. The combination of his tongue lapping your neck and his fingers pinching your nipple was fully turning you on. You heard it faintly and you’re sure he did too but both of you decided to ignore it. Ring! Ring! There it went again.

He frustratedly sighed and removed his hand from your breast then reached across on the nightstand. You heard him provide short worded answers, glad that he was just as irritated as you for the interruption. Suddenly your brain hatched an idea that you just had to follow through with. You slowly lifted your right leg and used your knee to rub yourself against his crotch.

This action instantly brought his attention back on you. He was still on the phone but you could tell by the look in his eyes that he was warning you from doing anything else. You innocently smiled up at him then rocked side to side which made your breasts swing. Like a cat with a pointer, his eyes followed the movement…it was far too easy to toy with him. You knew you’d get some sort of reprimand for it but that had never stopped you before.

To your surprise, he played along and lowered his head to the nipples that stood upright for him. He quietly latched his mouth on your breast and inside, his tongue flicked the left nipple back and forth. He maintained eye contact with you while you were struggling to keep your moans to yourself. He knew he’d need to do more to break you so he did. Tucking the phone between his ear and shoulder, his hand was now free to manhandle your other breast. You cursed under your breath but still refused to make any sort of noise.

The instant you saw that smirk, you knew you were done for. His teeth gently bit your left nipple and the other hand pinched your right nipple then twisted upwards. The awfully loud moan that left your lips followed by a curse made him chuckle and you felt the vibrations on your tender nipple.

He pulled away and picked up the phone that had dropped beside him. “I’ll be there”, he said then hung up.

“Absolutely not. You’re busy.”

He smiled, “We’ll pick this up when I return.”

“Nik!” You whined and huffed all in one breath.

“Later sweetheart.” And with that he kissed your forehead and left.

You groaned to yourself then tried muffling the noise into the pillows. How dare he leave you high and dry like that? Whoever he was meeting had better been important otherwise he was going to get an earful from you when he returned.

It had now been 2 and a half hours worth of waiting. Niklaus wasn't answering any of your recent calls or texts, you were getting slightly worried but you knew he could handle himself. The last text you sent asking for his whereabouts was responded with ‘witch hunting with Marcel, call later’. You knew it wouldn’t end well and you had half a mind to ask Elijah to check on him but you knew Nik wouldn’t be too happy with big brother saving his ass as usual. So instead you sighed and rolled to your side, tossing the phone on the nightstand.

You were trying so hard to relax but as you inhaled, your nostrils were getting large intakes of his scent instead. The image of him earlier was taunting you, daring you to find your own release without him. Perhaps you’d even brag to him about it which would instantly result in punishment but that thought did nothing but excite you and spur you on.

With a sly grin, you shimmied out of the boxers that you had reworn after he left. Your panties were quick to follow after then bunched his shirt on your chest as he had done previously. Your mind wrestled with the idea of doing it under the covers versus above but in the end you didn’t care which, you just wanted release. You moved around until you were comfortably settled then you leaned backwards on the headboard, your eyes shutting.

In your head, he was there hovering above you, almost caging you in with his body and all you could smell was him. Your mind had memorized how he touched you and although it couldn’t replicate it with exact precision, it was close enough. Your fingers found their way down your waist, in between your thighs, and eventually right on top of your folds. Your cunt jolted at the touch, you let out a soft gasp at the same time.

You had done this before, long long before but that was when you spent nights alone and Nik wasn’t in your life. Never had you done it since unless he specifically asked you to. Regardless, you knew your body well enough so you made slow circles around the nub, flicking it like he would. Your middle finger slid down to the opening and gathered the slick that had collected. You moaned as you pushed it back inside, saving it for him.

Goodness you were so wet. Your finger slipped through with so much ease as did the other three fingers. You were now twisting all four digits inside whilst your thumb worked on the nub. Your back had lifted from the bed and your mouth was now fully opened, soft pants escaped. Your free left hand grabbed a handful of your breast and fondled it, it didn’t feel quite as good as he would’ve. You moved your hand to the nipple instead, twisting the bud around your forefingers.

Your other hand had started picking up the pace by moving in and out of your soaked cunt. You were hitting your spot so perfectly and with the nipple twisting, you could feel the tightness already. This went on for a few minutes but right before you could cum, you heard it. All of your movements halted instantaneously. Shit. Did someone accidentally see me? Fuck I hope it’s not his siblings. You thought to yourself.

There was that noise again. It was a tut.

“And what do we have here?” You heard him but couldn’t see him.

You couldn’t even answer him. You felt so ashamed but so turned on, your mind was split.

“Nothing to say love?” He walked in from the dark doorway and locked it behind him. “I thought I’d find you asleep and I’d grovel in the morning but this…”

He didn’t even bother finishing his sentence. In a flash, he was towering above you then slowly a cheshire cat smile appeared on his face. You were absolutely in for it now.

“Open.” Was all he said.

You didn’t know what he meant so you spread your legs wider.

He smiled at your misunderstanding, “Your mouth sweetheart but keep those pretty legs wide for me.”

Wordlessly you opened your mouth. He spit on four of his fingers then shoved them in your mouth, and as though he was expecting the inevitable gag, his other hand wrapped around your throat. You were being choked whilst you choked on his wet fingers. Fuck it was hot.

“Now be a good girl and keep fucking yourself.”

So you did. You went back to twisting your nipples, alternating between each breast, as your thumb quickly drew circles on your nub. His hand started moving in and out of your mouth, setting a pace that he expected your hand below to follow along with. Your eyes were filled with unfallen tears and your waist began to writhe around in search of any sort of friction.

You said something but it was muffled with his hand down your throat. By the smirk on his face, you knew he was enjoying the lack of relief that you were not getting. He removed his hand out and instantly you coughed but his other hand tightened around your neck. His fingers were dripping with your saliva so he hovered it above your cunt then quickly pulled your hand out.

You groaned at the loss of contact. He looked at you but didn’t say a word, it was as though he was waiting for something.

“I’m sorry. Please just–”

“Just what love?”

“–Touch me.”

He fingered around with your folds and a sigh left your swollen lips. He inserted his fingers to mix your saliva and pre-cum together then pulled them out and sucked each finger off. This image would be stuck in your head for the foreseeable future. He could tell you were now relaxed which is what he was waiting for. Before you got any more comfortable, he slapped your cunt which made your body jerk and a scream escaped.

He slapped it again. And again and again. All that could be heard was the wetness of the slaps and your wanton moans along with your pleading that fell on his deaf ears. Your pussy was visibly red and swelling yet you were cumming. He raised his hand to slap it once more, you thought, but instead he inserted his middle and ring fingers and the thumb rubbed your nub inhumanely fast.

Your walls tightened around him and before you could warn him, you squirted all over his fingers, on his arm, and part of his chest. You couldn’t even apologize, his hand tightened around your throat and you groaned. He released his hold just as his fingers left your needy cunt and your body clamped on empty air.

“A squirter? Oh sweetheart, the plans I have for you.” He smirked as he moved to the end of the bed.

His hands grabbed each leg and pulled you to the edge of the mattress, he then got on his knees and looked at you. You didn’t even have to utter a syllable, his head dove between your legs and soon after his tongue prodded your pussy.

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amournoir · 9 months

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Wait are you really back?! Also, can I ask for fluff prompt, #3 for Clark Kent? I didn't know you wrote for HC characters??!

Fluff Prompt | C.K {request}

℘ prompt — listening to s.o rant/vent (#3)

℘ warning — none, just fluff

℘ pairing — clark kent x f!reader

℘ count — 1.1k

In the heart of Metropolis, his cozy apartment offered a refuge from the bustling city streets. Today, it served as a safe haven for Y/N, who had endured a particularly trying day. Tears welled up in her eyes as she slumped on the couch, seeking solace in the arms of her loving boyfriend, Clark. He came down the stairs and into the living room to find her brooding on the couch. Concern etched on his face, Clark made his way toward her and gently sat down as though the slightest movement would set her off.

He wrapped his arms around Y/N, pulling her close. "Hey, what's wrong, my love?" he asked, his voice filled with tenderness. "You can always talk to me about anything."

Sniffling, Y/N leaned into his comforting embrace. "It's just been a horrible day. Everything went wrong and I feel so overwhelmed."

Clark gently stroked her hair, his heart breaking for her. "I'm here for you, Y/N. You don't have to face this alone."

Y/N let out a huff then instantly got up and began pacing around the room. Her arms were folded then unfolded, they were on her hips then scratching her head, she was a mess to say the least. Still, the alien sat quietly and watched her closely.

“Don’t do that.” She suddenly said.

He cocked his head in confusion, “Do what?”

“Scan me.” She stopped and faced him, “Clark.”

“Honey I need to be sure you’re alright.”

“I will be.” Was all she said before swiftly turning on her heel towards the stairs.

He knew better than to follow so instead he figured he might as well ensure that the rest of her day went swimmingly. An hour and a half later, Y/N was back downstairs, freshly showered and dressed. Clark was nowhere to be seen or heard so she made her way to the kitchen and made tea for the both of them. Y/N sighed as she filled both mugs then took her seat on the island and quietly drank.

Almost half an hour had passed and right before she could reach for her phone to call him, the doorknob jingled. Her hand flew to her chest but a loud sigh escaped when she recognized the large figure. Leave it to Clark to fashion a distress alarm into her anniversary necklace. These were the rare moments that she was grateful to be dating a hero.

“I couldn’t find it at your usual place so I got it from our little spot.”

Y/N rose from her seat and leaned against the archway between the living room and kitchen. “Got what?”

He lifted the silver bag with a beaming smile, utterly proud of himself. “Gelato.”

“Clark, tell me you didn’t.”

“Honey, when have I ever lied to you?” He replied as he walked past her.

Y/N scoffed and turned to the kitchen. “You flew to Italy for ice cream?” She asked incredulously.

“Of course not, that’d be a bit silly.” Clark placed the bag on the island then in long strides, he was standing in front of her. “I flew to Italy to make you happy.”

She stared at him surprisingly although she didn’t know why. She should be used to this by now but in all honesty, who would? All she could do was offer a small smile before pressing a soft kiss on his lips, tip toes and all. His arms circled around her waist and pulled her closer, his left hand cupping her neck gently. He could hear her heartbeat slowing, the energy within her calmed. Clark couldn’t lie that he enjoyed being the one to ground her as she often did him. Who knew all it took was Italian ice cream?

Eventually they both pulled away and sat next to each other. Clark drank his tea and Y/N happily ate her ice cream in silence. Peaceful, quiet, calming silence enveloped them whilst they stole a few glances between each other. Soon Y/N began to vent about her day, Clark listened intently. His super hearing allowed him to pick up on every nuance in her voice, every hint of sadness and frustration, making her feel truly heard and understood.

"I hate feeling like this," Y/N admitted, her voice shaky.

Clark kissed her forehead tenderly. "It's okay to feel that way sometimes," he reassured her. "You're human, and you're allowed to have bad days. I'm here to support you through it all."

Y/N's heart swelled with love for him, grateful to have him as her rock. "Thank you for being so understanding," she whispered.

He cupped her face, gazing into her eyes with affection. "You're my world, Y/N. I'd do anything to make you smile again."

With his encouragement, Y/N felt safe enough to share her vulnerabilities. She opened up about her fears and insecurities, knowing he would cherish her words and hold her feelings close to his heart. These are the moments that made her forget completely about his origin. She didn’t see him as this superhuman being that had the gift of flight, she saw him as the love of her life. In these moments, he was as human as human can be.

As the conversation continued, Clark offered words of comfort and love. "You're so strong, Y/N. I believe in you, and I know you'll get through this," he said, his voice filled with unwavering support.

Feeling the warmth of Clark's love enveloping her, Y/N's tears began to subside. His presence alone was a source of strength and solace.

With a gentle smile, Clark wiped away the remaining tears from Y/N's cheeks. "You're not alone on this journey. I'm right here by your side."

Y/N's heart fluttered with love for Clark, knowing she was truly blessed to have him in her life. "I love you," she whispered, her voice filled with sincerity.

"I love you too, Y/N," Clark replied, his eyes shining with adoration. "And I'll always be here to listen, to comfort, and to support you."

As the night unfolded, Y/N and Clark decided to spend the rest of the evening cherishing their love for each other. They shared tender moments, expressing their feelings and devotion, and basked in the comfort of their embrace. In the arms of her superhero, Y/N found solace not only in Clark's superpowers but also in his super love. Together, they knew they could conquer any obstacle life threw their way, because their love was as powerful and unyielding as any superhero's strength.

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Fluff Prompt | E.M

℘ prompt — #12a, getting a massage {request}

℘ warning — fluff + slight nsfw?

℘ pairing — elijah mikaelson x f!reader

℘ count — 2.6k

It had been yet another long shift and as much as you’d like to pretend you were strong enough to handle it, you couldn’t. Every single day you’d complain about something new which wasn’t like you but you couldn’t help the problems that constantly arose.

First it had been a new manager which meant a shift in positions and new rules that stemmed from it. Then it had been your licensure test that had been rescheduled for the unforeseeable future. Lastly, it was family. Wasn’t it always family? After months of therapy, your brother finally stood up to your parents – mother especially – and this created a shift in the family dynamic. Not one that you cared for because you were nothing but proud of him, it was about damn time come to think of it.

So yes today had been a long day and all you wanted was to clock out, grab dinner on the way home, possibly shower, and pass out wherever you landed. Not five minutes after you had swiped your badge, your coworker came running down the hall calling after you.

“Y/N! Y/N come back!”

You didn’t even dare turn around. You figured if you ignored the problem or issue that was running toward you, it would just…disappear. Wouldn’t that be nice, you thought to yourself.

She finally stopped, one hand on a knee and the other over her chest as she bent over. In short sputtered words, she gasped “Y/N you-you’re, fuck, needed.”

“I’m off the clock.” You calmly responded.

“Well he’s asking for you.”

You scoffed, “Whatever it is, get someone else to do it.”

“Y/N L/N, don’t fucking make me run back there.”

“You know the elevator was right next to you, right?”

“So help me God–” She closed her eyes and mentally counted whilst you fought back a grin.

You figured it’d serve you better to just see what he wanted rather than argue back and forth with your colleague who was heaving as though her life depended on it. With one hand on your right hip and your medical tote hanging on the dip of your elbow, you purse your lips and raise one eyebrow.

“I’m embarrassed for you.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” She quickly retorted.

“Aren’t you a nurse?”

“What of it?”

“You’re winded from running down a hallway.”

“Tell anyone and I’ll deny it.”

You smiled, “I wouldn’t need to. Joan saw it too.”

The lady at the front desk looks up and offers a knowing smile which makes the lines around her eyes more pronounced. Her hair was held up in a military style bun — tight enough to give anyone several migraines for days — you can take the woman out of the military but not the military out of her. With a very subtle nod, she returns back to her paperwork. You start to make your way back to his office when Joan speaks up suddenly.

“Just like I see you take the elevator to go up one floor.”

Your mouth made a noise that was half a scoff and a laugh. “So that’s how you get to places fast. Not the ridiculous lie of taking the stairs.”

“I do take stairs!”

“Gwen, love. Even if there was a fire, you’d still run to the elevator.”

“That’s if she doesn’t pass out from the running itself.” Joan chided.

Gwendolyn, Gwen, rolls her eyes and huffs a breath. “Screw you both.”

After a 30 minute conversation with your boss, you finally left. Turns out it hadn’t been anything serious, he wanted to give you a heads up about the opening for the director of your unit. You graciously thanked him for it, you hadn’t even considered applying let alone being nominated for it. You didn’t want to make any decisions just yet either so you told him to give you some time to think.

Currently you were waiting in the parking lot of the restaurant for your mobile order. You had requested that they bring the food to you rather than go inside to retrieve it yourself. You hadn’t even noticed the young man with the huge brown paper bag in hand as he approached your car from behind. You were fully entranced by the video on your phone of a tiny teacup puppy that was yawning.

The knock on your window scared you enough to jump and accidentally honk your horn. Quickly, you started apologizing to the man as you rolled down the window. He stared at you quizzically and that’s when you realized you had been rolling down the back passenger windows, not the driver’s. Not your day is it? you thought to yourself.

“I’m so sorry, I’m not normally like this.” Were the first words that poured out of you.

The young curly haired man smiled politely and shook his head, “Ha, it’s alright. Here’s your food miss.”

“Thank you so much…?”

“Kevin miss.”

“Thank you Kevin.” You reached into the cup holder and handed him a $20 bill. He was about to say something but you raised your hand and stopped him. “Have a good day.”

“Thank you so much. You as well!” He smiled then pocketed the money and walked back to the restaurant.

Almost twenty minutes later, you pulled into your driveway and put the car in park. Gathering your tote, bag of food, and new tumbler mug, you exited your car and walked up the walkway to the front door. Before you could even reach for your keys, the door swung open and there he stood.

Handsome as always but somehow today he seemed even more, perhaps it was the apron he wore or the rolled sleeves that made his muscles bulge. He took the brown bag from your hands and the tote that rested on your left shoulder. With a single step to the side, he welcomed you in and waited then closed the door behind you.

You simply smiled then turned around to face him, leaning in to him. He was quick to respond and met you halfway with a soft kiss. The bags were held in his left hand whilst his right one cupped your cheek, gently caressing your skin. With reluctance, you pulled away but your eyes were still closed, a smile etched on your face.

“You’re so beautiful darling.” He said as his fingers brushed away stray strands from your face.

“Thank you. I needed that.”

“The compliment?”

“The kiss but yes that is always welcomed too.”

“Look at me.” You did as told and opened your eyes. “You shall have that and more whenever you’d like my dear.”

You couldn’t come up with a response so you opted to place a quick peck on his lips instead. “Can I steal pecks too?”

“That’s the only sort of thievery I would entertain.”

“The only?”

He smirked, “Among others.”

After your sweet greeting and short, but playful banter, you both made your way into the kitchen together. He quickly started emptying out the bag and plating your food. You decided to put away your dirty dishes from work and then washed your mug. You finished just in time to watch him put the plates on a tray then slid it into the oven.

Confused, you asked, “Why are you cooking them?”

“I prefer if your food wasn’t cold so I plan on leaving it there to warm.”

“Oh.” You wiped your wet hands and returned the towel back on its rack. “I thought we were eating now.”

He just smiled and offered his hand for you. “I have other plans for us.”

“Ohhh.” You couldn’t hide the mischievous smile slowly growing on your face.

“Not that sort my dear.” He chuckled as he took notice of your slight frown.

You placed your hand into his and he led you out of the kitchen and down the hallway, towards the direction of the bedroom. “Eli, are you sure it isn’t that?”

“It could if you wish it to be but not necessarily.”

Once you were in the bedroom, it took you a moment to notice your nightwear spread out on the bed. You glanced over at your table and your skincare products were lined up in order ready to be used. He let go of your hand and motioned towards the adjoined room. Obediently, you walked across the room and entered the bathroom. You let out a very soft audible gasp at the sight in front of you.

There was a tray over the tub with several items on it. Your favorite glass of wine, a bowl filled with grapes, a book that you kept saying you’d read but never got around to it, and a small remote. You walked further into the room and headed straight for it, your fingers excited to press it. At first nothing happened but then a soft melody started to play and the lights completely shut off but were replaced with fairy lights that somehow made the room magical.

You smiled and turned, wanting to return to him but he was already at the doorway looking at you. Instead of words, you headed over and wrapped your arms around him. He didn’t need to hear your lips say a thing because your heart already spoke on your behalf. The calm beating in your chest let him know exactly how you felt.

With a soft lingering kiss on your forehead, his hands rubbed up and down your back. You never wanted to leave his arms and he could tell so he let you stay in his embrace until you were ready. Ten minutes later, you were undressed and soaking in the huge tub. Your head was leaning against its back, your nostrils filled with the light lavender scent that floated around the pitch black bathroom, the only light was emitted from the fairy lights that blinked every so often and together with the soft music made for a perfect ambience.

You don’t remember how or when but you had been there for a while, you only noticed when you felt a slight breeze. Opening your eyes, you glanced over at the door and sure enough he was standing there silently watching you.

“I didn’t hear you come in.”

“It’s quite alright, I just wanted to make sure you didn’t drown to death,” he said with a smile. On the floor, next to the tub, there was an empty wine glass and a quarter empty bottle.

You slowly sat up and let out a soft chuckle, “Wouldn't be a bad way to go.” You outstretched your arms and rolled your neck, “I felt absolutely fantastic, thank you.”

He walked into the room, crouched down to your level, and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. “My pleasure. Now, shower then dress and meet me downstairs for dinner.”

“Sir yes sir.”

Half an hour later you had rinsed off the bodily oils, showered to fully cleanse yourself, and were dressed in your silk pajamas. You lowered your head down close to your knees and bunched up your hair then tossed your head back and tied that dark brown mess into a bun. Once everything was neatly put away, you slipped into your house slippers and made your way down the stairs.

“It smells divine in here!” You exclaimed as you got closer to the kitchen.

“In here dear.” His voice came from the dining area.

You turned the corner and saw the spread in front of you. The food you had picked up earlier was plated and so were the drinks minus the alcohol. You happily went to take a seat but he was faster than you, in mere seconds it was pulled out and you were pushed in with a towel on your lap.

Dinner went swimmingly, few words were exchanged about your individual days then a comfortable silence enveloped the room. An hour later, you both cleaned up together to store away the leftovers and tidy up the dining room and kitchen.

“All right, I think that’s everything then,” you said as you wiped your hands on the kitchen towel.

He held up a finger and just then a beeping noise went off. He poured the liquid into two mugs then turned to face you. “Follow me.”

“You know, you’re quite bossy today.”

“Am I?”

“Yes but it’s hot so don’t stop.” You give a sly smile then make a head start back to your shared room.

He finds you seated on the bench – that’s at the edge of the bed – with your legs crossed and your fingers drumming on the wood. Once he’s inside, he kicks the door closed behind him and you smirk instinctively.

“You’ve wined me, dined me, and got me in here…” You get off the bench and crawl backwards towards the headboard, “…what’s next?”

He grins at your implications then says, “Unbutton your shirt and lay face down on the bed.”

“Ooh I like where this is going.” You do as he says and soon your exposed chest is greeted by the warmth in the room.

“Don’t turn around.”

“Just in case you’re wondering, I’m totally okay with spanks.”

You hear his chuckle then the lights are turned off, silence follows then there’s some ruffling and finally the bed dips. You can’t see a thing, the only light is coming from the moon outside so you have to rely on your ears. You feel his bare legs on either side of you, straddling from behind.

A bag of some sort unzips then out comes a bottle, maybe two? Shake. Click. Squeeze. Squirt. A coldness drips down the middle of your back and you accidentally jerk forward. His hands are quick to smoothen out the gel which immediately warms up. His fingers find their way up to your shoulders and slowly roll in the valley near your neck.

Soon after he picks up the intensity and digs his fingers into your lower neck area, a sigh leaves your lips. After a while his hands slide down to your sides, his fingers massage the fat around your hips lovingly. Giving them a pat afterwards. His hips lift up slightly and he pulls your pajama pants down to your knees.

He leans forward towards your head and whispers in your ear, “Still with me my dear?”

“Hmm? Yes.” You responded groggily, you had started to fall asleep.

He slides one hand up from the base of your back to the sides of your breasts and with little to no effort, his hand gets underneath and gently caresses your breasts. He rolls each nipple between his fingertips, pinching harder to garner your attention. You moan softly then very slowly move your hips around.

His other hand expertly removes your underwear then a quick slap is introduced to your ass. This action jolts you fully awake. He switches to the other side and another slap but this time your hips lift up closer to him.

“Eli please.” You whined softly.

“Darling I could’ve sworn you said you wanted spankings.”

“I do so…more?”

“Mm no.” You could envision his head shaking.

“But– it’s too good…”

“Your ass looked marvelous, it was too tempting not to. Now that’s done, go to bed.”

“Tomorrow then?” At this point you were grasping at straws.

“Sweetheart the day I spank you as I ride you from behind, I’ll be sure you’re wide awake.”

You throbbed at the lewd idea but smiled at the promise. He pulled your pants back up and used his vampiric gifts to clean your back and dress you in his shirt. He kept vamping around the room as he cleaned up the items whilst you got under the covers. After it all, he joined you and without another word, you pulled his body closer to yours. He placed a soft kiss on your forehead as you inhaled his scent that drifted you off to sleep.

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amournoir · 9 months

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ok first, i just wanna say i absolutely love your writing and i'm so excited for you to write henry characters! second, is it okay if i request a fluff prompt for #8d and #8e for Napoleon Solo?

i'm sorry for asking for 2 of them 🙈 xx

Fluff Prompt | N.S {request}

℘ prompt — neck kiss (#8d) / shoulder kiss (#8e)

℘ warning — none, just fluff

℘ pairing — napoleon solo x f!reader

℘ count — 1.1k

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow through the open concept living room and kitchen, Y/N sat at the counter, her eyes fixed on Napoleon Solo, her charming and dashing boyfriend, as he gracefully moved around the kitchen, preparing a delightful dinner for the two of them. Napoleon's culinary skills were as impressive as his spy tactics, and watching him chop vegetables and sauté ingredients filled Y/N's heart with both admiration and affection. The aroma of the sizzling food enveloped the room, teasing her senses and making her stomach growl with anticipation.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Napoleon took a spoonful of the simmering sauce and walked over to where Y/N was seated. "Care to taste and give your approval, my love?" he asked, extending the spoon towards her.

Y/N gladly obliged, her lips parting to let the rich flavors dance on her tongue. She nodded approvingly, a contented smile forming on her lips. "Mmm, it's perfect," she praised, earning a pleased grin from Napoleon.

"Excellent," he replied, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on her cheek. "I aim to please."

But Napoleon wasn't satisfied with just a kiss on her cheek. As he retreated to the kitchen, he couldn't resist the temptation to return to Y/N's side. He sauntered back into the living room, his eyes never leaving hers, and without a word, he extended his hand, inviting her to stand with him.

Intrigued and excited, Y/N rose from her seat, slipping her hand into Napoleon's. With the soft melody playing in the background, he pulled her close, and they swayed to the rhythm of their hearts. His hand rested on the small of her back, guiding her movements with effortless grace.

The world outside seemed to fade away as they danced, locked in each other's gaze. Napoleon's touch was electrifying, sending tingles down her spine, and Y/N found herself melting into his embrace. As their bodies pressed closer, she felt his warm breath on her neck, and a shiver ran through her.

He couldn't resist trailing soft kisses along her neck and shoulder, and Y/N couldn't suppress the soft gasps that escaped her lips. The intimacy of the moment heightened, their hearts beating in unison. Napoleon's lips found hers, gentle yet passionate, and they shared a lingering kiss that spoke of their deep connection.

Their slow dance turned into a dance of passion, the flames of desire slowly igniting between them. But this was more than just physical attraction; it was the intensity of their love and the trust they had in each other that made every touch and every kiss meaningful.

As they swayed to the music, their souls seemed to merge, and the world felt like a whirlwind of emotions. Y/N could feel Napoleon's love for her in every caress, every whisper, and every stolen glance. It was a love that made her heart soar and brought tears of joy to her eyes. They moved as one, perfectly attuned to each other's desires and needs. The steamy atmosphere filled with their shared affection, yet they moved with an unspoken understanding that there was no rush, no need to hurry. This moment was for them alone, to revel in their love and devotion.

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, a seamless dance of love and affection. Napoleon's arms wrapped around Y/N's waist, holding her close, while her hands rested gently on his broad shoulders. Their steps were graceful, each movement deliberate yet effortless, as they swayed to the soft melody that filled the air.

Y/N's head rested on Napoleon's chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, a comforting sound that made her feel secure and cherished. His lips brushed against her forehead, leaving a trail of tender kisses that made her heart flutter.

Their eyes locked, and in that gaze, they communicated without words, their love flowing between them like an unbreakable bond. As they danced, the world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them in their own intimate universe. The room seemed to fill with a warm glow, as if their love radiated like a beacon, enveloping them in a cocoon of affection.

Time seemed to stand still as they danced, lost in the moment and in each other. Each step they took was a testament to their commitment, their devotion, and their unwavering love. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the person in their arms, the one they held so close to their heart. Their love was a dance of tenderness, a symphony of emotions that left them breathless and filled with joy.

The world outside may have been filled with chaos, but in each other's arms, they found peace and serenity. Their dance was a celebration of their love story, a tale written in every movement, every touch, every stolen kiss. With every turn and every dip, they felt their souls intertwining, becoming one in their shared affection. They were lost in the sweetness of the moment, savoring the beauty of their love, as if time itself had granted them this moment of bliss.

Their dance was a testament to the depth of their connection, a dance of love that transcends all boundaries. It was a dance that spoke of a love that would endure any challenge, a love that would last for eternity.

As the song came to an end, they held each other close, unwilling to break the spell they had woven around them. Their hearts beat as one, their breaths mingled, and they knew that in this dance, they had found their forever. In the arms of the one they loved, they found home. And as they gazed into each other's eyes, they knew that every step they took together would be a dance of love, a dance that they would cherish for the rest of their lives.

As the last musical note rang out through the room, Napoleon dipped Y/N slightly, and their eyes locked once more. "I love you," he whispered, his voice tender and sincere.

"I love you Leon," she replied, her voice filled with adoration.

With a smile that could rival the stars, Napoleon lifted Y/N back up and held her close, their foreheads touching. They knew that this dance was just one of many they would share in their journey together, a journey of love, trust, and passion that knew no bounds.

In each other's arms, they found solace and strength, knowing that as long as they had each other, they could conquer any mission life threw their way. And in this intimate moment, they felt more invincible than any spy mission could ever make them feel.

As the night continued to unfold, they savored their dinner together, basking in the warmth of their love and the knowledge that in each other, they had found their home, their safe haven in the chaos of the world. And so, in the tender embrace of each other, they embraced the beauty of the present, cherishing the love that made every moment a masterpiece.

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𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡

pairing(s): elijah x reader

warning(s): smut. vulgar language?

author’s note: psa, this is my first smut-ish piece, don’t judge too harshly, please? i honestly hope it’s ok or at least decent. also, thanks so much for all the recent reblogs & hello to all the new followers! anywho, lmk what you think of this & happy reading! ♡

In over a thousand years, he never thought this would happen to him. Not only had he met the woman of his dreams but he had wed her as well. How could he not? He’d be an absolute fool to let her go.

You and Elijah had been married for five years now and on top of that, you were now parents. No one doubted that the impeccably dressed noble original would be a wonderful father one day.

Throughout your pregnancy, you still looked absolutely stunning. Everything you complained and picked on, only made your husband love you even more. You would always be perfect in his eyes.

As your due date rolled closer, your mood shifted as expected. You were more impatient, easily irritated, and let’s not get started on the unending hunger urges. Even with all this, you still remained beautiful to him and he handled all of it with ease. The one thing that Elijah was not prepared for was your other hunger. Horny was too weak of a word to describe it.

He experienced firsthand that you matched his energy during sex. Normally you’d tire and it would end after three or four rounds but not this time. Oh no. You could easily go all night with him and you did. It was only when your pregnancy was further along that you wouldn’t be up at all hours of the night out of fear of hurting your child.

This made sense to the logical mind but not to you. If anything, you were even more insatiable in your later months. It was Elijah that had to stop on behalf of both of you otherwise he’d have caved each time.

The weeks leading up to the birth became so unbearable, Freya had to give you daily doses of her witchy concoctions. The doses became hourly when the child was mere hours away.

You gave birth with Freya and Rebekah helping you. Elijah was in the room as well, he wanted to cut the cord. For some reason, known only to him, it made him feel like he was truly a father now. In minutes he’d hold his son.

Days after giving birth, you spent it recovering so Elijah took over everything else. He was ready for it, he had prepared since he found out you were pregnant and during it all. You guys were finally parents and both of you loved every single exhausting moment of it.

You could always see your husband as a father but the image of him changing diapers and doing bath time was not what you pictured. Seeing it now so clearly made you love it even more. If you could magically birth more children, you would, just so that you could see this side of him.

Your hunger had gone away and a very large part of you actually missed it. You only wished you could feel that way when you weren’t with child. Oh the amount of fun you two would have. The things you’d do and furniture you’d wreck. Just the thought turned you on.

The newest and tiniest Mikaelson favored his father wholly. It was as though you weren’t the one that carried and birthed him.

Days turned into weeks then months. Your son had grown and gone through each stage of childhood. From crawling to standing to walking.

Little gates had started popping up all over the compound and all doors now had plastic circle covers. His siblings, brothers especially, had tripped over the gates more than once. Niklaus had often complained over his inability to open his bedroom door.

“How the bloody hell am I supposed to get in now Elijah?!” Niklaus one day yelled.

“I always knew you were a child brother but I had thought you could outsmart one. How is it that a thousand year old hybrid can’t manage a door?” Elijah said, doing his best to hide his smirk.

“Yes Nik, it’s meant to keep children out. Not too surprised it works on you.” Kol chided, grinning from ear to ear.

Rebekah heard her brothers from the end of the hallway so she walked over to see. She smiled to herself, watching her brother struggle with the door handle. Feeling pity, or petty, she strode over to him, expertly twisting the knob and opening the door.

“There there, it’s alright, one day you’ll be a big boy and can do it all by yourself.” Rebekah spoke to her brother in the way one speaks to a child.

“Hmph.” Niklaus huffed as he walked inside and slammed the door behind him.

Months had passed and now your son was 10 months old. The family had just celebrated that a couple of days ago. You insisted on celebrating every month that your child grew and everyone was more than happy to indulge you.

One day, you had a bit of a scare. The month before you had missed your period and now this month, it was late. You knew what it could mean but was silently hoping it didn’t. Digging through the bathroom cabinets, you found the stick. Without any thought at all, you tested and waited. To your dismay or relief, it wasn’t what you thought it’d be.

Elijah had noticed that days prior you seemed different. You seemed worried but you didn’t mention it to him and he knew not to ask. At least not yet. Maybe what you needed was time and when you were ready, you’d speak to him. With that in mind, he didn’t question you but kept a close eye instead.

“Eli? Are you busy?” You walked into his study that evening.

“Never for you.” Elijah smiled.

You didn’t know how to begin. Do I just blurt it out loud? You thought to yourself.

He noticed your nervousness and instantly he was on his feet. Crossing the room to where you stood, he held your hand and remained quiet. Did something happen? Is she alright? He thought to himself. Whatever it was, they would deal with it, he was sure of it.

“I’m not pregnant.” You blurted before your mind had time to stop your lips from moving.

His brows knitted. He didn’t know you were pregnant or thinking of it. “Alright. Where is this coming from?”

“I missed last month and I’m late this month so I thought to test it.” The words kept leaving your mouth faster than you preferred them to.

“Are you okay with the result?” He was trying to gauge your thoughts. He didn’t want to say something to offend you.

“Yeah. I think so.” You answered, not looking too sure of yourself.

“It would be alright if you were. I’d love nothing more than for our family to grow.” Elijah reassured you, softly running his hands up and down your arms.

“I’d love to have more kids but not yet, our son is still too young and we’ve just recently gotten the hang of parenthood.” You tried explaining to him.

You were glad to hear that he wouldn’t be upset if you would have been pregnant so soon. You had been worried for nothing, of course he would understand. You wrapped your arms around your husband, resting your head on his shoulder. He returned the affection, rubbing your back in small circles.

It had been time. You had spontaneously decided that today you would tackle the mess in your closet. You were going to put away your old clothes, including your maternity wear.

Hours into it, you couldn’t help but feel nostalgic. You had spent so much time upstairs that your husband came to check up on you. You took your time folding each article of clothing as memories from the past flashed through your mind.

Elijah now stood by the bedroom door, watching you put the clothes away. You had given up on sitting on the floor and was now on the bed with boxes of clothing next to the foot of it. You lifted one dress, a pale blue with white anchors on it and ruffles on the sleeves and bottom of the dress. He gifted you this when you first started to show, in your second trimester, around the fourth month.

He couldn’t help but miss how you looked. You were round and full. You still hadn’t noticed him yet but you felt a presence around you, upon looking up you saw him. He was leaning on the wooden door frame — arms crossed over his chest, making his biceps bulge in the white dress shirt — as he smiled at you. You returned the gesture then lifted the dress up that was in your hands.

“Is it alright if I said I miss this?” You asked him, furrowing your brows.

“What would that be exactly?” He strolled in, strategically crossing through the maze of boxes on the floor. He made his way to where you were seated and stood in front of you. His fingers gently traced the dress, stopping at certain spots.

“Pregnancy. I miss how it felt.” You sucked in your lips, turning them to one side.

“Darling I’m more than willing to change that. I must admit, I rather enjoyed how full you looked.” He emphasized on the word ‘full’.

It didn’t escape you the tonality behind his voice. You knew damn well where this was going and had absolutely no intention of stopping it.

“Oh really? What else did you enjoy?” Suddenly you let the dress slip from your fingers, letting it drop on the edge of the bed, already forgetting it. Your attention was now on him.

“I would love to tell you but it seems we have a young gentleman in our midst.” Elijah tilted his head towards the other room where your toddler was standing at the door.

Your son had woken up from his nap and now stood watching you both with a blanket in hand and thumb in his mouth. You blushed and quickly cleared your throat. My goodness, I was about to say something filthy in front of my child. You thought to yourself as Elijah walked over to his son.

When he was close enough, he lowered himself down to his level and opened his arms. The little boy lazily waddled to his father as his small chubby feet padded on the carpeted wooden floors. Elijah, patient as ever, waited for his son to reach him and watched with a wide smile.

“Daddy.” Alexander grinned widely, sleep still evident on his handsome face.

“Well if it isn’t my little prince.” Elijah hugged his son tightly — one hand wrapped around his back and the other cradled Alex’s head closely to his own — and pressed a kiss on his cheek. He stood up with him, lowering his hand from Alex’s back in order to carry him comfortably in his arm. The little boy’s blanket was hanging on the side.

Over his father’s shoulders, little Alex noticed you behind and instinctively extended his thumb sucking hand towards you. You smiled and obliged your son, getting off the bed as you made your way to them. You placed a gentle kiss on the back of his hand, making faces at him that made him giggle.

That sound was what made Elijah feel alive. The laughter from his wife and son was easily his most treasured thing. Elijah shifted Alex so that he was holding him on his left side, leaving his other open. You walked from behind him and snuggled into the empty space to his right whilst your left arm wrapped around his waist. He was comfortably sandwiched between you and baby Alex.

“Hi sweetheart. Did you have a good nap?” You asked, wiping the sleep crusts from Alex’s eyes.

He nodded. He was old enough to understand words but hadn’t begun responding. Although he was able to say a few words here and there. His uncles and aunts had started fighting over what words he should learn from the moment he uttered his parents’ names.

Kol thought he should know his name next since it was easiest. Freya figured she was the oldest and hence had to know hers.

Rebekah pointed out that she easily would be the best caretaker so she should spend more time with Alex so he can learn hers. Niklaus argued that he was the best and favorite so why not his name.

The siblings started to argue anew. Who knew that the big bad Mikaelson family would fight over a toddler?

“Will he sleep at night? He took a nap awfully late.” Elijah asked you.

“Klaus would’ve argued against waking him.” You smiled at the thought.

Earlier that day, they had been watching Alex’s favorite show and Niklaus didn’t have the heart to wake his nephew so he let him sleep. He figured he’d sleep better in his bed.

“I do like that they get along.” Elijah smiled at the thought. He loved how involved his siblings were. They would drop everything for Alex, even if they weren’t asked to.

“Well why wouldn’t they? Our boy is absolutely lovely.” You leaned forward and stepped on your tiptoes to kiss your son’s forehead. “Besides, Nik is much gentler and sweeter than he’d like to admit.”

It was true. Alexander Beau Mikaelson had stolen everyone’s heart. Handsome like his father — as his namesake — and kind-hearted like his mother. Playful like Uncle Kol, sweet as Auntie Bex, artistic as Uncle Nik, and determined like his Auntie Rey.

Judging from the orange and yellow hues, the sun had begun to set. Normally it would be time for Alex’s bedtime routine to begin but he had just woken up. Instead you figured you might as well get started on his meal as Elijah gave him a bath.

He was still far too young to eat any full meals but often you’d mash his food for him. You would put it on a plate and let him pick it up himself. Most times he finished all of it, other times he picked around. His favorite meal were fruits, all sorts.

Alex hadn’t been exposed to sugary treats yet but one morning Niklaus snuck a beignet away to give to his nephew. From that day onwards, the little boy was obsessed. It became the only thing he wanted every single moment but you restricted that to one a day.

“Oh come on! Let the boy have some. How can he possibly live in New Orleans but hasn’t tasted beignets?!” Niklaus exclaimed when he was caught by Elijah.

“Niklaus, you bought a dozen of them.” Elijah pointed out.

“Well honestly he ate the majority of it.” Niklaus smirked. As if his older brother would believe his toddler ate anything more than 2.

“Of course he did. Next you’ll tell me he bribed the pastry store and threatened to receive ‘free beignets for life or else’?” Elijah quoted the words of one of the staff.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Was all Niklaus said as he walked away with a knowing smile.

You detach yourself from Elijah’s side and head into the bedroom Alex had come from. There you searched through one of the many drawers for nighttime clothes. It was autumn and it was getting chilly outside.

You needed something warm for him to wear but all his clothes were getting smaller. It saddened you that he was getting older. Soon he’d need a brand new wardrobe which meant he wouldn’t be a child anymore. If there was a way to freeze this moment, you would.

You absentmindedly sifted through drawer after drawer, nothing appealed to you. From the corner of your eye, you noticed a baby blue footie pajama with white clouds and tiny bears sitting on them. The clothing also had a hood with bear-like ears, your heart practically squeezed at the sight.

Lifting the outfit, you were finally content with, you started placing all of the things on the bed. The footie pajama, a little beanie, socks, diapers, lotion, and a tan binky with a white marbled clip. You thought it was a bit excessive to have an extra hat and socks even though the pajama had it but he was a tiny tot. Children often had a different temperature than adults, if it was cold to you, it’d be freezing to him.

Once you were happy with your findings, you arranged them for Elijah– smiling at your work. You then left the room and headed to the kitchen. Dinner had already been made hours ago, all that was needed was to plate his food. The cupboard next to the cooker was filled with utensils and dinnerware only for him. It was there where you found a plate, cup and a spoon.

Before plating the meal, you located his high chair and pulled it to the side of the dining table. You returned to the kitchen and scooped one spoonful of rice, a ladleful of the chicken stew, and a handful of strawberries that you cut into slices and removed the stems prior to putting all of it on his sectioned plate.

By the time you had put his plate on the high chair — making sure it was suctioned on the surface along with the cup — you could hear the footsteps. Right on time you see Elijah walking in with a very cozy looking baby in his arms. You reach for your own plates on the island counter and return with them, putting one in front of your husband and the other in front of your seat.

“It smells absolutely divine in here.” He comments as he buckles his son in his seat before taking his own.

You were back in the kitchen looking for Alex’s sippy cup. Once you found it, you filled it with the juice then headed back to the dining room. Taking a seat and placing his cup on his chair, you turned to your husband, “I made his favorite. I wanted to make something else but I knew it’d be a fight to get him to eat it.”

Elijah reached for the wine in the clear bowl filled with ice and expertly opened it, pouring a glass for the both of you. His siblings were all busy for the evening, each one had plans with their significant others as well. Tonight was only for you, Elijah, and Alex.

As he handed you your glass, his hand lingered on top of yours, giving you a gentle squeeze. “Thank you darling.”

You smiled at the small gesture and soon all three of you began eating. Baby Alex ate his fruits more than his main meal which found a home on the floor, his chin, and the high chair tray. He had eaten some of it but it was obvious he had no desire to finish the rest. You knew immediately how this would end, either you took the tray away or it’d turn into a food fight soon.

Elijah decided to clear the table whilst you cleaned up your son. This is what parenthood was all about, teamwork. Everything you two did was in tandem. It was exhausting and quickly got repetitive but just one look at that little boy made it all worth it. Seeing him fed, cleaned, happy, safe, and so on is what motivated you both.

Tonight felt different to you, you didn’t know why but it just was. Your husband had finished cleaning the kitchen and dining room in record time, per usual, and so had you. Alex was now in the living room with you — sat between your legs — playing with his toys. Each time you thought he was distracted and tried to change the channel, he’d instantly look up and whine at the lack of cartoons. You, as the caring and loving mother that you were, obliged and returned it back to the animations.

“Sweetheart you’re playing with your toys, can’t I use the tv?” You asked as you looked down at him.

“Toons?” Was all he asked in return. He knew what you were asking him but he had a question of his own.

“I put it for you already.” You pointed up at the screen. “See?”

He turned around and faced you fully, leaning his head on your stomach. He gestured with his fingers ‘thank you’ in sign language. You had been teaching him that since he couldn’t speak in full sentences yet.

You tapped your chin once with your hand then extended it out in front of you as a way of saying ‘you’re welcome’. Baby Alex had been a fast learner and although you fully enjoyed his willingness to learn, you preferred it if he would talk instead. You and Elijah had started weaning him off slowly by speaking to him like a person and including him in things which gave him opportunities to speak or even ask.

Elijah walked in the room and smiled at the sight of both of you. Alex was still seated between your legs, his head laid on your abdomen as he watched his toons. Your husband made himself comfortable on the floor next to you. He gently pulled you closer and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, kissing your forehead softly. His fingers found their way to your dark brown tresses and combed through leisurely.

You have no idea how long you had been sitting down there but by the slowly rising chest of your son and his soft breaths, you knew he had fallen asleep. Elijah looked at you silently and shook his head. In mere seconds, Alex was in his father’s arms and they were now standing.

“Goodnight my sweet boy.” You too were also on your feet, placing a kiss on his cheek as you whispered, “I love you.”

Elijah carefully walked in front of you as he made his way up the stairs and navigated through the house to Alex’s room. You had followed behind but made a right turn and entered your shared bedroom. With a sigh, you strolled to your closet in search of nightwear. Soon enough you were in the massive bathroom with your clothes and fresh towel in hand.

You didn’t hear your husband enter the bedroom or call for you, the running water of the shower drowned him out. It wasn’t until you were about to undress that you saw him at the bathroom door, watching you.

“Please, go on. I’d hate to stop you.” He said in a very innocent way but the look in his eye was anything but.

“You’re watching?”

“My dear it’s nothing I haven’t already seen.” He answered right as you slowly began unbuttoning your shirt until your black lace bra was visible.

You had no problem with him watching you but you weren’t used to him doing nothing. He’d normally talk or tease you, at times he’d join in the stripping but this made you feel shy all of a sudden. He stood at the door completely silent as he unashamedly undressed you with his eyes. If he wanted a show, that’s exactly what he’d get. Something about that look in his eyes gave you newfound confidence.

You decided to maintain eye contact as you undid the button on your jeans then tugged the zipper down. It was completely unnecessary but you were going to draw this out as long as possible. Shifting from one hip to the next, the pair of pants slowly lowered and once they reached your knees, you thought of kicking them off but that didn’t seem sexy. So instead you opted to bend down — showing off that beautiful arch of your back — and pulled each pant leg out one at a time.

You raised yourself up slowly and peeked over at your husband. His eyes were glued to your movements, they followed you around hungrily but quietly. To be sure that you had his full attention, your fingers lightly grazed over your underwear and instantly his eyes flickered there. Good. You had him where you wanted him. Reaching back, your fingers knew their job and unclasped your bra with no issue. You didn’t bother to make this attractive, instead you just let the piece of lingerie drop on the white tilted bathroom floor. Your fingers were just as quick to remove the underwear before your husband could because you knew it’d end up torn instead.

So there you stood before him, fully naked. Your body was not that of a model’s, not even close, but you loved it either way. Your boobs were large enough to fit perfectly in his palms which he enjoyed far too much. They were not perky, no gravity made sure they hung but that’s quite alright, it didn’t bother you. On the other hand, you were fully blessed with your hourglass figure, medium sized hips but a huge ass — huge enough for both his hands. You had some fat on your sides and light stretch marks on your lower abdomen and thighs. You were absolutely glorious in his eyes, he’d never dare change a thing about your body.

He still hadn’t said a word or even made a move so you did the one thing you knew would arouse him. You cupped one breast in your hands and flicked the nipple, gently massaged it in circles then repeated the action. From the corner of your eye you saw the way his jaw twitched and throat rose and dropped as he swallowed. There was a bench behind you, you were aware of this and decided to go even further. You sat down, spread your legs apart and placed your left palm down for support. Using your right hand, you lifted that same breast to your lips but just before you could get any closer, he was instantly in front of you.

Of course he’d never allow you to actually touch yourself in his presence, not unless he gave you the permission to. His hand quickly replaced yours and you put your hand on the bench, looking up at him expectantly. He weighed the flesh in his palm by moving his hand up and down, gazing down at it. He looked over at you for confirmation and you nodded. Wasting no time, his lips wrapped themselves around the nipple and right on cue, you let out a soft sigh. He licked around the nipple, sucking slowly at first — hollowing his cheeks as he took in as much of your breast in his mouth as he could — then sped up. His other hand must’ve felt lonely because he reached for the other boob and massaged it.

His eyes were closed as he kept on sucking. His massaging had turned into pinching now which was equal parts painful and erotic. This was his happy place. He was utterly content being here between your boobs and would be forever. He pulled away with a pop then bit down on the bud which earned him a surprised moan from you. Thank goodness you were seated otherwise your feet would’ve abandoned you by now.

It wasn’t until he looked up that you took note of his face. This man was beyond ready to devour you whole. Your clit twitched just at the thought of it and he sensed that. His eyes dropped down to your lap, between your legs, and stayed fixated there. You wanted to let him have you but you also wanted to be the one in control. So you took one of his hands in your own and placed it right on your pussy — the immediate contact alone made you sigh in pleasure. He didn’t do a thing, he wanted to see what you’d do next.

Slowly you moved his hand up and down, palming yourself as you used him. You inched closer to the edge of the bench and gradually picked up the pace. He was intensely watching you get yourself off as your arousal filled the bathroom. You slowed down and lifted his hand off of you though you quickly plunged his middle finger inside your cunt. The intrusion made you moan and gasp out loud. In and out, in and out you controlled the action.

“How often have you thought of this?” Elijah’s voice suddenly broke through the silence.

“What?” It’s not that you didn’t hear him, you just weren’t paying attention.

“How often have you imagined fingering yourself with my hands?”

Fuck it was hot when he said it out loud. “Often.” You replied but judging from his look, you knew that wasn’t the answer he wanted.

“Okay fine, a lot. I imagine it a lot.”

This made him smirk. You could probably see the gears in his mind shifting. “Be a good dutiful wife and ride them.”

“Ride?”

“No time for shyness my dear. Ride all four fingers.”

Shit. That wasn’t what you expected he’d say but you’d be a terrible liar if you denied how much it turned you on. You had ridden him before but never his fingers. You preferred his face, so did he honestly.

“Ride. Now.”

This sounded less like a request or suggestion and more like a demand which made it hotter. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why am I still thinking about this? You thought to yourself.

From the look in your eye, he knew you had agreed and so he purposely pulled his middle finger out slowly out of you. You stood up and stepped away, he sat on the bench and patted his thigh. Using his right hand, he placed it on his leg with his fingers facing up then waited for you. It looked as if you were going to impale yourself on all four digits.

Right before you could lower yourself, he pulled his hand away and put it in front of your lips. “Open up.”

You did as told and his fingers intruded your mouth. You knew what was expected of you so you tried to suck them all without choking. Once his fingers were drenched in your saliva, he removed them and smiled. They were back on his lap and he was waiting again for you.

As you lowered yourself, you kept reminding yourself to breathe. You kept repeating that in your mind until his fingers slowly stretched you out. Completely unprepared, your body jumped upon contact but he was right there to hold you firmly but gently. You knew you had to move but he felt so full. His fingers were slippery and wet — not to mention thick and long — which made for a delicious combination.

You moved up slowly until they were almost out and then lowered your body back down and once again they filled you. This was slow but you gradually picked up speed until you were practically bouncing on them. Your hips rocked back and forth, grinding around in circles to get as much friction as possible. His other hand seemed too empty for your liking so you used it to play with your clit as you rode his other four.

Your head was tossed back and eyes were closed. Your boobs swayed left and right, at times up and down, as you moved. Sounds of flesh on flesh could be heard, the slick was dropped down from his fingers to his palms and down his hand. Elijah was thoroughly enjoying this sight of you. Every now and then, he’d curve his fingers which made you moan even more. You were close, he was aware of this from your breathing and panting. In a few minutes your body completely stilled as it shook out an orgasm.

“Good girl.” He praised as he parted your hair that was stuck to your face due to the sweat.

“Thank you Eli.”

“I hope you’re not tired darling. We’ve barely begun.”

“Good. I want more.”

“That’s my girl.” He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

He slowly pulled out his fingers and sucked them off one by one but purposefully skipped his middle one. Instead, he brought it closer to your mouth and you opened without prompting. In one slide, you sucked it off as you tasted yourself. You maintained eye contact with him as you sucked whilst inside your mouth, your tongue licked him.

He knew what you wanted next so he pulled his finger out and tapped your ass gently. You got off of his lap and into position — you sunk to your knees with your hands behind your back — as you looked up at him, waiting. Elijah had no desire to put on a strip show right now so he used his vampire speed to slide out of his clothing in seconds.

There he was in front and above you, fully naked. Your eyes didn’t know where to look but you knew where they’d end up anyways. You couldn’t help licking your lips as you faced his dick directly in front of you. It stood up alert, veins bulging around the entire length, as the precum dripped down. Without a thought, you leaned forward and licked it up. He groaned at the feeling of your wet, warm tongue on him.

You pulled back and looked up at him. “Fuck my face.”

“As you wish my dear.” You could hear the restrained happiness in his voice.

Shutting your eyes, you sat back on the back of your legs and waited with your mouth open. He took a moment to enjoy this sight of you before grasping himself in his hand then slid inside slowly. He hissed at the hotness of your mouth and when you immediately closed around him. Your tongue licked him but you opened once again. This time he didn’t slide all the way in, halfway in and he pulled out then went back in. He kept this up for a while, eventually speeding up but it was an inhumane one. The sides of your mouth hurt and your throat was starting to ache from the constant prodding his dick was doing.

Both of his hands were in your hair, holding you in place as he mercilessly fucked your mouth. Saliva was dripping down from your mouth to your chin and down the valley of your chest. This didn’t phase you at all, you took it all happily. When he looked down, all he saw were your sweet eyes staring back up at him and this made me fuck you harder. You looked so ridiculously innocent when he knew otherwise. He was trying to fuck that innocent look off of your face but instead it was what made him feral.

Elijah loosened his grip on your head and you decided to take initiative. You lifted your right hand and placed it on his dick, slowly moving your hand up and down. Your mouth pushed him out until the head remained and sucked harshly. Hollowing your cheeks, you spit on his dick a couple of times and licked it up. Your hand continued to jack his length off whilst your mouth teased his head.

This went on for a few minutes until you changed your actions. Your mouth widened and took all of him inside until he hit the back of your throat — the fullness made you instinctively gag — then placed both of your hands on his thighs for support. You bobbed your head back and forth, gagging until your eyes watered. You pulled all the way out then quickly pushed him back in, your nose was firmly pressed against his base.

“Love if you don’t stop, I’ll– fuck…I’ll cum.” He was close, you could hear it in his voice.

You mumbled but your mouth was full so all he felt were vibrations. This made him twitch and you stifled a giggle which caused another twitch. You pulled him out slowly and tapped his dick on your tongue, firmly jacking him off all the while.

“Please do it. Cum inside.”

Without warning, he was balls deep in your mouth once again and this time you intended on him staying there until you said otherwise. Your hand toyed with his balls, pinching and rolling them around in your fingers. You knew what would push him so you sat back on your legs once more and gazed up at him, your mouth full of him as he fucked and you deepthroated him.

“Such a good girl, taking all of me.” He praised you. “Would you like a reward my dear?”

You couldn’t speak so you nodded your head rapidly. You were craving to taste him far more than you thought you would.

“Will you swallow? I want it to coat your throat.”

You nodded profusely once again. He was teasing you, you just knew it. Coat my throat? Fuck yes. Yes please. You thought to yourself and silently begged for that salty, creamy goodness.

Elijah placed both hands on the sides of your face and went to town. His movements were unforgiving and ruthless, his speed was inhumane. He was determined to cum and fill your mouth if it were the last thing he’d do. You knew he was there when his movements became sloppy and soon after he emptied himself in your mouth. A loud deep groan erupted from his chest as he let go.

When he was satisfied and done, he pulled out and looked at your mouth. He was right, he’d surely coat your throat. You couldn’t even open your mouth to show him, you were filled to the brim so you swallowed as he watched. Tongue out, you proudly showed him your now empty mouth.

“My goodness you look stunning like that.” He sighed contentedly.

You slowly got off your knees and stood up with a grin on your face, “You are delicious my love.”

“My wife has a dirty mouth. What shall I ever do about that?” He mused with a slight smile.

“Put it to use.” You cheekily replied then stepped back from him. You turned around and stepped into the glass shower that had now fogged up. “Join me?”

He laughed then answered, “With absolute pleasure.”

The moment he walked in, you found your back pressed against the wet wall. Your hair had slowly started to stick to your face, neck, and any part of skin it could. With his outstretched hand, he ran his fingers slowly through the partially wet and dry strands, and without notice you felt your head being yanked backwards and downwards. Before you could react to the pain, his lips were quick to find the pleasure spot on the base of your neck.

There was a mixture of licking and sucking. You couldn’t tell if the wetness was his saliva or the water droplets. It didn’t matter anyways, your mind was just absentmindedly wondering. You were taken by the pleasurable kisses that you didn’t realize until it was late — you were bleeding. His fangs sunk into your carotid as he happily drank– one hand gripped your hair still and the other had been caressing your boob.

It was euphoric for him. He’d never tire of you in all the ways he had sampled you. There was no favorite for him, he’d devour you in all moral and immoral ways. No questions asked, no complaints. As he drank, he savored the metallic liquid that coursed through him, awakening every nerve in him.

An impulsive image interrupted his feeding– he suddenly remembered that he was a father. Less than a year ago, you were in this exact situation. It’s what led to the pregnancy. This train of thought alone was turning him feral. He could vividly see how he had fucked you raw for months on end — not that you ever complained — and one day you had come running to him with a smile as your hand waved the test stick around in the air.

Your soft moan brought him back from his memories and he retracted his fangs, the veins disappearing in an instant. Your husband stared down at you, his hands switched around to hold you better – his left one hooked under your right thigh and his right hand found its place on your throat. His dick was situated perfectly at your entrance, one slight hip thrust and he’d be inside.

“Do you think Alex would like a younger sibling?” He asked.

“I think he’d like someone to play with.” You agreed.

“Mm, I’d like you to play with me sweetheart.”

“Yeah? What game do you have in mind?”

“How about ‘fill her up’?” That smug smile on his face made your clit throb.

“How do we play?”

Your husband leaned his head down until his lips were next to the right side of your face, directly on your ear. “I’ll empty my cum inside you and fill you to the brim. You’ll be a good wife and take it.”

You didn’t even have to say anything, your body betrayed you immediately. Your arousal and the twitching of your thighs told him exactly what he wanted to know. You didn’t even respond — you nodded as you hiked your leg higher on his waist — just glanced up at him, a feigned look of innocence graced your face.

Elijah chuckled and thrusted inside immediately, not letting you have a moment to adjust. He pushed his hips in and out in a lazy manner as a sort of warmup. The contact made your head instinctively tilt back and your eyes shut. Your mouth made a small o shape, soft whimpers escaping here and there. His hand released your throat and lifted your other leg up, resting it on his waist. You were now straddling him — back against the tiled wall — so you placed your hands on his shoulders for support.

His large hands held onto your thighs firmly whilst his hips picked up speed. All that could be heard was the slapping sound that skin on skin was making when it would come in contact with each other. You decided to take a look down and saw his dick enter you then seconds later it’d come out. You moaned just at the sight which caught his attention, he had noticed you watching yourself being fucked. The ferocity in which he used to enter you was unexpected but the feeling it left you with was indescribable.

Elijah had started to tire of this slow pace, he wanted you destroyed but you were far from it. You could pinpoint the exact moment you saw his pupils dilate, it was around the same time that the shower room felt more intense. Suddenly, you found yourself on the warm, wet shower floor laying down on your back — both of your hands were pinned above your head by one of his. His hips thrusted into you so powerfully that it jolted your body.

It was hot. Fucking hot. He had been staring at it the entire time, it could explain his ruthless movements. Elijah was so deep inside you that his dick’s imprint could be seen from the outside. You were now watching the bulge on your abdomen as it filled you fully then retreated, in again and out. It was fucking hot. Your legs spread wider for him and tightly wrapped themselves around his hips. Breathing was a bit of a chore at this moment, every thrust made you feel like he’d tear you apart.

Your eyes had started to water and your mouth was salivating. Your back arched upwards towards him and he took the hint, his head lowered close enough to take a nipple in his mouth. You were meant to take it all — take the thrusts, the nipple sucks and bites, the choking — like a good girl. So good. Actually you’d be the best girl because you wanted to please him in every way.

“Eli…more please.” You weakly begged.

You knew if you wanted him to listen, you’d need to do more than that. He knew it too which is why he didn’t respond, he just stared at you. To motivate you, he bit down on your nipple but this only made you moan. He removed the hand on your throat and leisurely slid it down your body, hovering right above your clit. He stared at you expectantly.

“Put it there.”

His fingers grazed the protruding sensitive nub which earned him a sigh and gasp. “Where are your manners dear?”

“Please Eli. Please.”

A small smirk was his response to you. You felt it before you saw it– the slap on your clit that made your hips jolt. He did it again when he saw your reaction. Once again, you tried to move away from him. That smile was so deceiving, he was thoroughly enjoying this. This time he flicked the nub then rolled it between his thumb and pointer finger. You were so caught up in the action that you hadn’t prepared for him to palm you rapidly, making good use of that vampire speed. You didn’t even last a minute, you were moaning loudly as you came undone, a bit of pee even escaped you.

You may have orgasmed but he hadn’t and it was his turn. While he was getting you off, he had stilled his actions so now he wanted his fun. He pulled out of you and released your hands then flipped you over to your stomach. You laid there and waited to see what he’d do next. You couldn’t see anything unless you looked back so you had to rely on your other senses.

Tap. Tap tap. You didn’t need to look to know what that was, he was slapping your ass cheeks with his dick. He sandwiched himself between both cheeks, rubbing himself against them. He sighed and then slowly inserted it in your pussy. There was no restraint, he was already balls deep and had no intention of slowing down or stopping to give you a break. He was chasing his own high — your walls weren’t helping the situation, they grasped him firmly in place — and would get what he wanted no matter what.

His movements now had no definite rhythm, he slowed then sped so you knew he was close. You reached back to your ass and spread your cheeks apart for him slightly. There was nothing to say, only do. He pushed your back down and used his speed to mercilessly pound into you. Your moans were being drowned out by his own. He was getting closer. His fingers reached around you and found your clit, he toyed around with the nub and your folds.

His lips were next to your neck, nibbling on the flesh, then he whispered, “Will you cum for me again?”

You nodded your head rapidly, “Yes. Please make me.”

“Shall I coat your pretty pink walls white with my cum darling? Would you like that?”

“Fuck yes. Eli please.”

“Then empty me. Tighten those walls and squeeze every last drop.”

“I’ll be a good girl and do it for you.”

Several more thrusts plus a few more vulgarities and he erupted in tandem with you. Elijah let out a loud groan as he filled you up — as promised — to the brim with him cum. He stayed there for a few minutes then slowly pulled out. Some semen threatened to escape but he used his fingers to shove it back inside your cunt. The sight of you laid out on your stomach with your pussy full of his cum was giving him ideas. Feral ones that is.

“You did so well darling.” He praised as he lifted you up. He sat down on the built-in shower seat and pulled you into his lap.

You offered a soft smile then leaned into him for a kiss which he happily obliged you with. His arms rested on your hips and yours on his shoulders. It was slow and sweet then after a moment you both pulled away.

“I hope you’re not tired yet. I still want more.” You told him, gently caressing his face.

“I’d never tire of you. Besides I shall need to fill your womb if you’re to fall pregnant once again.”

“You say the most romantic things.”

Elijah chuckled and kissed your forehead. “You enjoy the filth, I’m merely indulging you.”

You knew that was a lie. He absolutely loved the dirty talk, aside from your looks, it turned him on but he wouldn’t admit it out loud.

“If you say so.” You hid your smile then added, “Let’s play a game of ‘fill her up’.”

So you both did once again. Two more rounds were in the shower but you couldn’t keep your hands to yourselves so one more was in the bathroom, on that bench. You had to shower separately otherwise you’d never leave. Once you were fresh and had been fucked to your heart’s content, you laid in bed and waited as he went to check on Alex.

Your hand rubbed your abdomen at the thought of another child. You wanted one and so did he but there was no rush, it was rather fun trying to make one. Elijah was back and in bed next to you, he reached for your body and pulled you close to him. His lips left a gentle kiss on your forehead whilst his hands rubbed your back in small circles. He was happy and content with the life he had, he’d never change a thing but he wouldn’t refuse the idea of a bigger family with you.

“I love you Y/N.” He said as he stroked your arm softly.

Your face was snuggled into his chest so your reply came out muffled. You lifted your head up and looked at him, “I love you Eli.”

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pairing(s): elijah x reader

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author’s note: hi! i’ve been very busy, still am, but i wanted to upload this bc it’s a) short and b) so sweet. i am still working on Switzerland pt. 3, it’s being revised & edited bc it’s long, that’s why it isn’t out yet. for now, please enjoy this & any other future ones. ok bye! remember to please comment and share, i enjoy reading everything!

“Hello, my name is Mrs. L’urange and I’m the principal. You must be Sebastian’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. Mikaelson.”

“Yes, I’m Elijah and this is my wife, Y/N Mikaelson.”

“It’s nice to meet you both. I apologize that it’s under such circumstances.”

“And what would those be?”

“Your son, Sebastian, was caught in a fight with another child.”

Sebastian was sitting on the couch, in the other room, with a teacher while the principal spoke to his parents. Y/N watched her son and stood quietly, letting Elijah speak on her behalf.

“Really? That doesn’t sound like him. Why is he over there?” Y/N spoke up.

“I had asked him to wait for you while I spoke to you first.”

“Ok well he can come now.”

The principal simply smiled and nodded to the teacher. The woman said something to Sebastian then ushered the boy out of the room.

“Mom! Dad!” Sebastian practically jumped on his parents.

“Hi love. Are you alright?” Y/N leaned down to greet her son.

“Yeah but I want to tell you what happened.”

“Oh there’s no need for that, I already did.” The principal interjected.

“But that’s-”

Mrs. L’urange didn’t let him finish his sentence. “I have the complaint form filled out already. Your signatures will be needed below.”

“Actually I want to hear what my son has to say.” Elijah said, smiling at the woman. He knew exactly what he was doing because she agreed even though it was a bit reluctant.

“Well I was playing at the swings and this boy came over. He wanted a turn but I wasn’t done yet. I told him he can have a different swing but he refused and pushed me.”

“And what happened?” Y/N asked.

“I said ‘that wasn’t very nice’ and reached for the swing. He pulled it to him and hit me in the face with the seat so I punched him. He started bleeding and cried. My teacher said I needed to go to the office.”

Y/N looked up at her husband then the principal. She stood up, walked forward to the desk and grabbed the form.

“Why does this say my son is suspended and the child is reprimanded?”

“Your son started a fight.” Mrs. L’urange replied.

“I wouldn’t call a punch a fight. And he wouldn’t have needed to punch him had the boy gone to play on a different swing.” Y/N placed her hands on her hips, glaring at the woman.

“No child is allowed to hit another.”

“Good then this boy should be suspended as well.” Y/N retorted.

“That’s not how it works ma’am.”

“Do not ma’am me.” Y/N turned to her son “Honey, who is this boy?”

“Kaden. He’s in my homeroom.” Sebastian smiled at his mother.

He knew she would stand up for him to anyone, no matter what. Before Y/N could say something that couldn’t be taken back, Elijah stepped forward and gently caressed her back. He knew his wife was unstoppable when it came to their children and he’d never hold her back, if anything he’d cheer but not now. Arguing back and forth wasn’t going to change anything.

“Darling, let me. Take Seb outside and wait please?” Elijah asked her, still soothing her back.

“Okay but he’s not being suspended for this. Not if I have anything to say about it.”

“Yes darling.” Elijah kissed his wife’s forehead as he handed her the car keys.

Once Y/N and Sebastian were out of the office, past the secretary’s front desk, and outside of the building, Elijah turned to the teacher and the principal. They didn’t know what they were in for but judging from the look in his eyes, they had no chance of winning this.

Minutes later Elijah walks out with a smile and is greeted by his wife and siblings. Y/N and Elijah were out when they received the phone call from the school, his siblings had asked to be kept in the loop. Y/N had just finished informing them of what happened.

“Well? What did she say?” His sister, Rebekah, spoke first.

“Hello sister. She didn’t say much but she said she’ll let it go.” Elijah sent Y/N a smile.

“Good because the board would’ve heard from me.”

“I’m sure they would.” Elijah knew his wife too well.

“Well since we’re here, let’s get Ellie too.”

“We’ll go get her.” Rebekah volunteered and sped into the building before Elijah or Y/N could say anything. Niklaus shrugged and followed his sister.

They walked to the front desk and was met with an elderly woman, she seemed almost in her early 60s. The woman didn’t lift her eyes, only reached for the telephone next to her and waited. Rebekah and Niklaus watched her. Neither said a word until she looked up at them through her glasses.

“You’re here for someone I assume. Who is it and are you the parent?” Her voice didn’t even match her face. It sounded much younger than one would think.

“Yes, we’re here for Madeliné Mikaelson.” Rebekah replied with a smile.

“Are you the parent?”

“No, I’m her aunt.”

“Are you on the contact list?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.”

The woman took her time to search through a book then searched on the computer.

Niklaus whispered to Rebekah, “I could’ve quickly taken her by now and we’d be gone.”

“We’re not kidnapping our niece Nik!”

Finally the woman spoke again. “What is your reasoning for the early dismissal?”

“Because I bloody can.” Rebekah was irritated by this point.

After ten excruciatingly long minutes, Madeliné was escorted with a teacher to the office. The moment she saw her aunt, she ran away from her teacher towards her.

“Auntie Bex! Uncle Nikky!” Madeliné shouted.

“My sweet girl!” Rebekah lowered herself down to wrap her niece in a bear hug.

“There’s my girl.” Niklaus was next to hug her then he lifted her into his arms.

Madeliné had always liked the nickname Ellie because it was similar to her father’s name, Elijah. It was easy to see that she was her father’s little princess. Once they were all outside, she smiled widely when she saw her mother. Niklaus gently put her down and she ran over, Y/N opened her arms wide, showering her daughter with kisses as she giggled.

“Where’s daddy?” before Y/N can answer, she hears a response.

Elijah called out “Princess?” and popped up from the other side of the car. Y/N handed her daughter over and Elijah smiled down at his little girl.

“Can I ride home with Auntie Bex and Uncle Nikky?” asked Madeliné.

“If they’re alright with it, why not?” Elijah replied as he looked at his siblings.

“Of course darling!” Rebekah quickly replied with a smile.

“Me too! Don’t leave me!” A voice spoke out from the car, it was Sebastian.

“Seb? Why are you here?” Madeliné asked.

“I punch-” he stopped himself as he looked at his parents then whispered to his sister “I’ll tell you later.”

Elijah chuckled and Y/N told Rebekah and Niklaus that they were going to pick up their youngest. So they split up, Rebekah and Klaus head home and Elijah and Y/N go to the daycare.

“Ok they’re gone, now tell me.” Madeliné urged her brother.

“Well I punched Kaden because he hit me with the swing seat.”

“Oh no! What happened?”

“I feel bad because he was bleeding but he cried like a little girl so that was funny.”

“Seb! We don’t hit anyone, mom and dad will be mad.” Madeliné warned her brother.

“Only because Mrs. Orange told mom and dad but dad spoke to her.

“Mrs. L’urange?” Madeliné asked.

“Yeah, that’s what I said, Mrs. Orange.” Sebastian smiled.

“Did you start the fight?” Rebekah asked her nephew.

“No, I was swinging by myself.”

“Well then you stood up for yourself and I’m proud.” Niklaus smiled, looking at his nephew through the rearview mirror.

“Really Uncle Nik? Dad seemed sad.”

“Yes really. Ah he’ll get over it, there’s time for words and time for action.”

“Don’t teach the children violence!” Rebekah lightly hits her brother’s arm.

“It’s not, I’m just proud of him. He’s now a real Mikaelson.”

“Am I a Mikaelson Uncle Nikky?” Madeliné wonders out loud.

“Of course sweetheart, you’re my favorite niece.”

“Silly, I’m your only niece!” Madeliné laughs at her uncle but is happy with the reassurance.

“Can we get ice cream?” Sebastian chimes in.

“You haven’t had your meal yet. You know it’s only after dinner.” Rebekah reminds him.

“But it’s just a snack. I won’t tell mom or dad, promise!”

“Sebastian-” Rebekah starts.

“Or I’ll tell dad Uncle Nik told us to fight others.” Sebastian innocently smiles at his aunt.

Niklaus laughs at his little nephew. “My My aren’t you an extortionist. And that’s not even what I said.”

“Yeah yeah. Potato potato, tomato tomato.”

“So do we have a deal? Ice cream for our silence?” Madeliné chimes in to support her brother.

“You are Mikaelsons.” Niklaus smirks and nods his head. He makes a different turn, away from home, and drives towards the nearest ice cream place. Rebekah tuts but hides her smile.

Elijah and Y/N made it to the daycare in peaceful silence. Y/N is thinking of how to approach her kids on the topic of standing their ground and self defense. Elijah is mentally applauding himself for his son’s courage.

“We need to talk to him. I’m glad he stood up for himself but I don’t want it to become an issue.” Y/N speaks into the silence.

“We will darling. I highly doubt it would become a repeating offense.”

“I hope not.”

“It sounds like he had a fantastic swing.” Elijah smirks.

“Eli!”

“The child cried apparently.”

“Yes because his nose is possibly broken and he bled!”

“Darling I do not condone violence but I am proud of him. I know secretly you are too.” Elijah reaches for his wife’s hand and kisses the back of it.

Y/N kept her gaze forward in order to hide her smile from him. He lets her hand go and gets out of the car then walks around to her side and opens the passenger door. Holding out his hand for her. She gladly takes it, leans forward to press a soft kiss on his cheek.

“I am proud.” Is all she says before walking towards the front doors of the daycare building.

In no time at all, they find their child’s room. It was two hours past lunchtime so all the toddlers were down for their naps. Y/N heads to the cubicles, cubbies, and starts gathering her son’s items. Elijah walks into the room to pick up their son.

“Oh hello! You’re so early today!” Miss Heather, their son’s main teacher, greeted him.

“Yes, I apologize. Is it not allowed?”

“Of course! I’m so sorry, I just meant that I’m surprised.”

Elijah simply smiled at her then looked past her shoulder at the rows of cribs with sleeping toddlers.

“Theo had a bit of a rough morning.” A voice spoke from behind him.

Theodore was the youngest Mikaelson. Y/N and Elijah had given their children French royalty names. It was a mixture of Elijah loving that time period and also Y/N’s obsession with royals.

“Why? What’s wrong?” Y/N had grabbed all of Theo’s things and was standing by the door when she overhead.

“He had a bit of a fever around 9 this morning though he ate all his breakfast. He didn’t play as he usually does, I read him several books while we rocked on the chair. He had a few bites of his lunch but didn’t finish and he didn’t want snacks.”

“Did you give him anything for the fever?” Elijah asked, he had somehow walked across the entire room and was now standing next to Theo’s crib.

“No, I didn’t think I was allowed to. I used a cold damp towel on his forehead and placed it on his back as well. His temperature dropped within a few minutes.”

“Did he cry or anything?” Y/N was looking at her sleeping child from the other side of the room.

“No, he actually fell asleep quickly. We moved his crib closer to the back because it’s cooler but added one extra blanket.”

“And who are you?” Elijah tore his gaze from Theo to face the young woman.

“I’m sorry, I’m Millie. I’m a teacher in training so I help out here and do whatever Miss Heather asks.” Millie introduced herself.

Y/N couldn’t help but notice that the girl kept staring at Elijah the entire time. She didn’t turn around once, not even when Y/N had asked her questions directly.

Elijah reached down and picked Theodore from his crib, he placed the blankets back down on the bed. Y/N reached into the bag in search of a light blanket and found one. The room was cool and it was a bit chilly outside. Once Elijah reached her, she threw the blanket over him and covered both of them.

“Is everything alright?” Miss Heather asked.

“Yes, why?” Elijah responded.

“Normally only one of you picks him up. Today you both did and it’s earlier than usual.”

“We just wanted to pick him up early today.”

Y/N walked out of the room first then Elijah followed behind with Theo laid over his shoulder. They walked down the hallway quietly until they reached outside. Once Theo was in his car seat and his bag was in the car, Y/N remembered something. She had forgotten to sign the papers. Whenever a parent picked up their child, they had to sign the time and day as they would in the morning when they dropped off.

Elijah told her it was alright, he’d return inside to do it. He briskly walked back and right before he entered the room, he heard them. There were sounds of different women speaking, it sounded like Miss Heather and Millie but also others. They were speaking about him.

“Oh. My. Goodness. Did y’all see him? That suit?!”

“How does she only have three children with him? If it were me, we’d be on baby number 10!”

“I ain’t never been jealous of any woman but his wife is so blessed.”

“What I’d give to switch lives with her for a day!”

“A day?? He seems like he knows what to do. Didn’t y’all see his arms? I need 10 minutes only.”

“Ugh, he’s such a dilf.”

It took Elijah only minutes to fully understand what they were speaking of. If only they knew, he had four children but they were partly right, he’d love to have more with Y/N. He couldn’t help smirking to himself, something about the way these women spoke of him excited him. To their dismay, all he could think about was his wife.

He couldn’t wait to tell her because he knew her reaction. He knew that she’d say something that bordered near jealousy but that wouldn’t faze him. Oh hell no. If anything, it’d turn him on even more. Y/N being jealous is one of the sexiest things he loved, there were more things but this was the lesser of the provocative ones. Gathering himself and wiping that smile off his face, he walked forward and opened the door.

“I’m sorry. My wife reminded me that we forgot to sign.”

“Oh yes! Let me go get the book.” Miss Heather quickly got up from her seat.

There were five women in the room, 3 new faces he didn’t know. They were all sat in a circle, their conversation had grown quiet. The teacher returned with the book and placed it on the desk. Elijah searched for a pen from the inside of his suit, purposely moving slowly because he was aware of their eyes on him. He found it, pulled it out slowly then clicked the top of it, stretching his fingers a bit in the process. With so much grace, he signed quickly and closed the book. The pen returned to its place in his jacket and he said his goodbyes.

The women waited until they no longer could hear the sound of his footsteps and started their gossip anew. Elijah simply smirked like a giddy child impatient to tell his wife. Her jealousy meant she’d be dominant and he submissive, he’d never publicly admit it because only she knew of his willingness.

Once he got to the car, he couldn’t shake off what one woman said. He turned to Y/N and prepared himself.

“Can I ask you something?” He started.

“Is everything ok?” Y/N was calm but he could sense her slightly worrying.

“Yes, I just heard something and wanted to ask you about it.”

“Alright, what is it?”

“What is a dilf?”

Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed then a gigantic smile wormed it’s way onto her face. In a mere matter of seconds, she broke out into fits of giggles. Elijah was completely confused. Did the women call him something rude and offensive? If so, why would his wife laugh? Of course he hadn’t told her where he heard the word or from whom but still.

Elijah cleared his throat and looked at Y/N. “What is it?”

Y/N tried her absolute best to control herself but she simply couldn’t. She wasn’t even able to let out any words that were comprehensible.

“Who-” She laughed “Wh-where did y-you hear…?”

“The daycare women. Is it bad?”

The thing that was making her laugh uncontrollably was his cluelessness. It made him seem so purely innocent.

Y/N placed a hand over her chest in hopes to stop herself then spoke slowly to pace her words otherwise she’d laugh all over again. “A dilf is like a milf.”

Elijah blinked at her. Y/N softly smiled and reached for his hand, which he let her so she kissed his finger and quickly licked it before he could even react. The mood in the car was slowly shifting from an innocent fun one to a playful one.

“Dilf stands for dad I’d like to fuck. Some women call their husbands, daddy and not in the childlike way.” Y/N looked up at her husband in a way only he understood.

Elijah’s eyes grew wide and he coughed. Holy shit, had those women been thinking of more than sex with him? The thought of it didn’t appeal to him at all but knowing that his wife saw him as a dilf gave him ideas.

He cocked his head to the side and asked her, “Is that how you see me, as a dilf?”

“I’m surprised you didn’t know this already.”

“I don’t know how I didn’t either. We’ll have to change that.”

“Oh darling I can’t wait.” Y/N bit her lip and smiled to herself.

Thank goodness his siblings had taken their other children out for ice cream, Rebekah had informed him. He had about an hour with Y/N without worrying about traumatizing his children or being taunted by his siblings. They rarely ever had daytime sex so during the drive home, he was going to let his mind wonder on all the possibilities.

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amournoir · 9 months

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𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

pairing: jj maybank x f!reader

warning: none, just fluff

author’s note: after the votes on my poll, i decided to add a new fandom, obx being one of them. i hope you guys enjoy this, it’s my first one of hopefully many 🤞🏽 anywho have fun reading!

The sun was setting over the picturesque North Carolina coast, casting a warm golden hue over the beachside hangout spot where John B and his friends often gathered. Among them was Y/N, John B's younger sister, who had been inseparable from the group since moving to the area. Unbeknownst to her brother, Y/N had developed a secret crush on JJ Maybank, one of John B's closest friends.

Whenever JJ was around, Y/N found herself drawn to his infectious energy and charming smile. She loved how he made her feel alive, how he made her heart skip a beat with just a look. However, she kept her feelings hidden, fearing that it might change the dynamics of their friendship and disrupt the camaraderie she cherished.

One particular evening, the group decided to have a bonfire on the beach, celebrating life and freedom under the stars. As the night progressed, laughter filled the air, and everyone let loose, relishing in each other's company.

Y/N had a few drinks, her inhibitions loosening, and her heart's yearning growing harder to ignore. JJ noticed her sitting alone, looking lost in her thoughts, and he approached her, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of her.

"Hey there, Y/N. What's on your mind?" he asked, taking a seat beside her.

She glanced up at him, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol and her emotions bubbling beneath the surface. "Oh, nothing really," she replied, trying to sound nonchalant, but her voice betrayed her.

JJ smirked, seeing right through her facade. He had noticed how Y/N always seemed to want to be around him, and he couldn't help but feel a similar pull towards her. "You sure about that?" he teased gently.

Y/N hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath, deciding to be honest. "Well, I... I kind of have a crush on you," she admitted, her gaze fixed on the sand beneath her feet.

JJ's heart skipped a beat, and a soft smile graced his lips. "Is that so?" he said, his voice low and intimate.

She nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. "Yeah, but I understand if you don't feel the same way. I don't want to ruin our friendship."

JJ reached out, gently tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. "You could never ruin anything," he assured her. "And, to be honest, I've had my eye on you too."

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise, a mixture of relief and joy flooding her heart. "Really?" she whispered, her breath hitching.

He leaned in, their faces inches apart, his voice a soft murmur. "Really," he confirmed before capturing her lips in a tender kiss.

The world seemed to disappear around them as their lips met, a spark igniting between them, the revelation of their feelings unspoken but understood. In that moment, they knew they were meant to be together.

JJ pulled her closer, his hands tangling in her hair as he deepened the kiss, pouring his emotions into every touch. Y/N melted into his embrace, feeling an overwhelming rush of affection and desire, her heart singing with happiness.

As they pulled away, breathless and flushed, JJ rested his forehead against hers. "I've wanted to do that for a long time," he admitted, his voice filled with sincerity.

Y/N smiled, her heart feeling lighter than ever before. "Me too," she confessed, her eyes shimmering with affection.

The night continued, but everything felt different now. Y/N and JJ shared stolen glances, their newfound connection weaving through their interactions, making every moment more meaningful.

Later, Y/N found herself walking hand in hand with JJ along the moonlit shoreline. The sound of crashing waves and the soft touch of sand under their feet added to the magic of the moment.

"My brother would kill you if he knew," Y/N said playfully, a hint of mischief in her eyes.

JJ chuckled, pulling her closer to him. "Yeah, he might," he replied. "But for now, let's keep it our little secret. Just us."

She nodded, her heart full of contentment. "Just us," she agreed, savoring the sweetness of their newfound romance.

In that serene moment, as the stars twinkled above and the ocean whispered its secrets, Y/N and JJ found solace in each other’s arms. Their hearts had been entwined from the beginning, hidden but always there, and now, they were ready to embrace the love that had been waiting to bloom.

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amournoir · 9 months

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𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒

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key: 🤍 (fluff) ~ 🖤 (angst) ~ ❤️‍🔥 (smut) ~ 🩶 (dark)

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hidden hearts 🤍 ︴you’ve always had a thing for your brother’s best friend

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birthday night in moodboard 🤍

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girls night {on hold} ︴sarah and kiara help you celebrate an early birthday with a girls night sleepover

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firsts ❤️‍🔥 ︴y/n and her best friend, Sarah, are each other’s firsts.

playtime ❤️‍🔥 ︴girls night was canceled so what now? what are you and sarah gonna do?

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amournoir · 1 year

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𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 — 𝟑

Pairing(s): Elijah x Reader plus the other Mikaelsons

Count: 11.3k (oops)

Warning(s): slight smut.

A/N: hello!! this is my birthday present to you (so so sorry it took this long). here is part 3 and it’s the final one, parts 1 & 2 will be linked below, please go read them if you haven’t yet. thanks a lot for all the previous feedback, please don’t forget to comment and reblog :)

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It had been a little over a year since Y/N had ended her engagement to Elijah and left the Mikaelsons. She hadn’t left them all though, once Kol had heard about it, he quickly reached out to check on her. It was only meant to be a one time thing but it turned into weekly phone calls.

He and Davina, a girl Y/N had mentored when Marcel introduced them, were living somewhere in the countryside of France. Kol had always been the black sheep of his family so they didn’t bat an eye when he decided to leave.

From time to time, Davina would check in on Y/N as well but used her need for magic practice as an excuse. Y/N didn’t mind it, she enjoyed teaching the girl. She was like the little sister she never had. The three of them ended up being a sort of family.

Y/N decided to stay in France, not too far away from where Kol and Davina lived. She got a job at an elementary school, as a first and second grade teacher. When she wasn’t teaching Davina spells and how to control her power, she was either at the school teaching or at her home drinking her wine whilst looking over the paperwork. She thought she would’ve gotten tired or bored of it but no, a year into this and she loved it still.

Kol had proposed to Davina but before he told his family, Y/N was the first to know. He had actually asked her to help him pick out a ring and plan the perfect proposal. He had her swear never to tell Rebekah. Lord only knows the hell she would unleash on Kol if she found out he didn’t seek her help.

Weeks later, he was packing to go home for the holidays and introduce his new wife to be. Y/N wished him luck and though she didn’t verbally say it, he knew she’d want him to check on him for her.

The day came for them to leave so she escorted them to the airport, made sure they were checked in, and left. Davina told her she’d text once they landed.

No other Mikaelson had kept in contact with Y/N after the engagement. They each were afraid of how Elijah would react.

The day Y/N left, he suffered a heart attack and was in a comatose-like state for days. Something that had never happened to him in thousands of years. The man never got boo-boos so how he had a heart attack was beyond anyone.

Either way, they all vowed not to speak her name or talk to her. Well everyone except Kol.

This was painful for Niklaus. Even though Y/N was in love with his older brother, he still held a candle for her…he always would.

That day was gut wrenching, heart wrenching, all sorts of wrenching for him. It actually disgusted him how human he felt but once he remembered it was she that made him feel that way, he welcomed it each and every time.

Kol and Davina had landed back in New Orleans. Just as promised, she texted Y/N to let her know of their arrival. Kol decided he’d rather just surprise his family instead of giving a heads up.

Y/N smiled as she read Davina’s message. She wished her a safe stay and she would see them in a few weeks when they returned. Y/N then went back to grading her students’ work.

She really did enjoy being a teacher. Her degree sat somewhere in a drawer collecting dust because she had no use for it. She had gone for her bachelor’s and master’s in medicine, minoring in psychology but that didn’t interest her anymore.

Working with 6-8 year olds was her life. Their imagination never ceased to amaze her. There was a certain light that children have, something adults lack entirely.

Maybe that was what drew her or maybe she just enjoyed being bossy as Niklaus would often call her.

Her phone beeped to alert her to a message. Checking her phone, her lips curled upwards into a small smile. It was André.

A charming French man of Italian descent. He was the new substitute in the elementary, teaching history. She taught health sciences such as anatomy and physiology and basic biology.

The schools outside of the States had a different curriculum. Children learned the important things first, everything else was an elective.

Y/N would explain things in a way their young minds could understand. As a visual learner herself, this was the easiest thing for her. Most of her lessons included watching videos of cartoons such as the heart explaining its importance in the human body.

She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t drawn to it like the children. She had often thought of using her powers to make her classes more interesting but decided not to. She enjoyed the simplicity of her life, it was perfectly mediocre.

André’s classroom was across from hers. He would often hear her students from his room. Y/N made her classroom very interactive and hands on, a running joke she and André had.

He had just messaged her to ask about the party that was being held that weekend. It was meant to thank the teachers, old and new, for their work.

Bonsoir Y/N. J'espère que je ne vous dérange pas? (Good evening Y/N. Am I disturbing you?)

Bonsoir. Non, vous ne l'êtes pas. (Good evening. No, you are not.)

Ah, good. I wanted to ask what we are meant to bring to the…comment cela s'appelle-t-il? (What do you call it?)

La fête? (The party?)

Oui. (Yes.)

Anything you would like.

Oh alright. What are you bringing?

Nothing, I’m not going.

Oh? Pourquoi pas? (Why not?)

Je n'en ai pas envie. (I don’t feel like it.)

Moi non plus. (Neither do I.)

Tu devrais, ce serait amusant. (You should, it would be fun.)

Pas sans toi. (Not without you.)

Y/N didn’t know how to respond to him. She wasn’t naïve, she had noticed his subtle flirting. She just wasn’t sure if this is what she wanted.

The whole point of her leaving wasn’t just to be away from him, it was also for her to have a life of her own. One where she didn’t need to put herself or even her feelings on the line for anyone.

André, as charming and a gentleman as he was, wasn’t what she wanted.

Shit. She had been taking too long to respond to him. He knew she was spooked now, there was no retreating.

You can ask Melissa what to bring, she’s in charge of the party. If anything is needed, she would know.

No reply. 2 minutes passed, still nothing. 7 minutes. 15. Maybe he slept?

Typing…

Good god, is he writing a letter? Y/N thought to herself.

Merci. Passez une bonne nuit Y/N. (Thank you. Have a good night Y/N.)

Shit. He’s upset.

Y/N decided to call it a night. She had gotten through the workload of three out of four of her classes. She would finish the last class tomorrow or maybe procrastinate until the day of the party so she can use it as an excuse not to go. Yeah, that’s what I’ll do, Y/N thought to herself.

It was a Thursday evening but the elementary school had canceled Friday classes. The party was on Saturday afternoon. She would ‘coincidentally’ have a lot of work to do precisely during then.

Without further thinking or planning, Y/N started prepping for bed. All the errands would be completed tomorrow instead such as laundry, grocery shopping, house cleaning, etc. After her shower and dinner, Y/N cozied up in bed with a book. Not fifteen minutes passed and she was out like a light.

After his siblings had gotten past their initial surprise of his return, Kol unceremoniously announced his engagement. This was met with two separate reactions, cheers and doubts.

Rebekah was the first to congratulate her brother, pulling him in for a tight hug. She turned to Davina next, softening her grip on her.

Freya was next, smiling from ear to ear as she hugged Davina first then Kol. Niklaus was a mixture of both, he congratulated his younger brother but sent glares at Davina.

Elijah didn’t say or do anything. He just stood there with a glass in hand, swirling it around as he watched the liquid move in circles.

Kol knew he might receive this sort of reaction from his big brother. He didn’t hold out hope for anything from him, he couldn’t blame him anyways.

His littlest brother was getting married whereas his own engagement had ended. It wasn’t going to be an easy thing to accept.

Everyone had separated into their own corners of the house. The girls were all sat together, asking Davina of her wedding plans. Elijah had disappeared somewhere and Niklaus was in his art room.

“Not even a ‘hello’ brother?” Kol asked once he had found Elijah in the library.

“Hello.” Elijah greeted monotonously, eyes not leaving his book.

“I missed you.”

Elijah scoffed, “Did you now? But not enough since you weren’t here when I laid in a coma.”

“It wasn’t a coma, Elijah. Besides, I was on my way, Bex told me you were fine.” Kol felt like an ass suddenly.

It was true though, the moment he heard about it, he was already packing. It wasn’t until Rebekah told him that Elijah would be alright and assured him that he canceled his flight plans. Not more than a week later, Kol then saw Y/N in France. Since then, he checked in with her, he knew his brother would want him to.

“It’s no matter anymore.” Elijah bookmarked the book and closed it.

He’d finish it tomorrow. He walked towards one of the shelves and placed it back.

Before leaving the room, he turned around to face his brother. “Congratulations Kol.” With that, he left for some other part of the house.

The rest of the day went as smoothly as can be expected in the Mikaelson household. Davina enlisted Rebekah and Camille’s help with the wedding planning, including the bachelorette, whilst Kol and his brothers threw him a bachelor’s party.

Rebekah practically planned the whole thing by herself, something about bossing people around made her happy. All Davina wanted was something small for instance, her loved ones to be present, a wedding dress, and her fiancé. Clearly she chose the wrong person to be her maid of honor because Rebekah went above and beyond.

In under a week, everything was planned and ready to go. This was a miracle to say the least, weddings took months if not years to plan yet the original barbie had done it in less than a week.

“Wow Bex, you’ve outdone yourself!” Kol exclaimed, gaping at how different the compound looked.

“This? It would’ve been better if I had been given a heads up.” Rebekah replied, shooting a look over at Davina.

“I thought we agreed on small?” Davina asked, raising a brow.

“This is small. There’s only fifty people coming.” Rebekah replied with a smile, proudly showing her clipboard with a seating chart.

“Fifty? I don’t even have 10 close friends.”

“Nope, not changing it. It’s far too late for it, they’ve all RSVP’d.” Rebekah shook her head and quickly walked away before Davina could question her further.

“It’s alright darling. Trust me, it could be worse.” Kol strolled over to his fiancée, wrapping his arms around her.

“Ah I see preparations are almost done.” Klaus jogged down the stairs, Elijah in tow.

“Yeah, all that’s left is to check in with the caterers and the musicians for tomorrow.” Camille replied before Kol could say anything. She walked in with her own clipboard.

“Musicians? Kol.” Davina groans, closing her eyes.

“This is quaint, I thought Rebekah was in charge?” Elijah asked as he looked around the open space filled with dozens of seats.

“She is. I asked her to keep it small.” Davina sighed a response.

“Well it’s small alright.” Klaus chimed in.

“There’s nothing small about this.”

Just then Rebekah walked into the open area with two men behind her, each carrying a tray of treats. She stopped right in front of Kol and pointed at him. The men each extended their tray, one after the other.

“Try one. I need your opinion.” Rebekah urged, holding her clipboard close to her chest ready to take notes.

Kol hesitantly took a treat and Davina as well. They smiled and rated the first one then ate from the second tray and rated it as well. Once they were done, Rebekah scribbled something on the paper and shooed the men away.

“Why do I feel like this is for you?” Kol asked with a hint of a smile.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Bex. Come on, I know you.”

Rebekah sighed then looked between her brother and his fiancée. She lowered her clipboard as she spoke, “This is new for us. We never got to experience human things such as graduations or weddings so this is important. We have to celebrate it because it doesn’t come easy for us. We’ve been alive for over a thousand years and it’s just now that you’ve met someone you want to spend your immortal life with. Why should it be small? When would we, any of us, get this chance again?”

Davina walked out of Kol’s arms and towards Rebekah. She hugged her without saying a word then she smiled. “You’re right. It’s important, it’s a big deal but we all know this town isn’t kind to us which is why I wanted it to be small. I don’t want tomorrow to be ruined.”

“It won’t be. No one will dare ruin it, with a vampire army and a dozen or so wolf friends, it’ll be safe.”

“Bex, thank you. Really.” Kol said as he hugged his little sister, placing a kiss on the side of her head.

“You’re welcome.” Rebekah smiled then slapped her hand on the clipboard, “Now, it’s time for fittings!”

Everyone collectively groaned while Camille chuckled but stopped when Rebekah pointed at her. This would end up being a long day for everyone.

Camille and Davina were trying on different accessories that complemented their dresses, they managed to find Freya and roped her in. Meanwhile Klaus and Kol were getting the finishing touches on their suits. Rebekah had been looking all over for Elijah when she found him in his study. The door was closed which was unusual but she knocked softly, waiting for his response.

“Come in.”

“There you are. I’ve been looking all over.”

“You’ve found me. Is there something I can help you with sister?”

Rebekah sighed and placed her pen and board down on the coffee table in the middle of the room. She looked around and noticed the woven blanket draped over the couch, next to it was a small side table with a book on top of it.

The room looked very lived in but untouched at the same time. The wooden mahogany desk was littered with papers and scrolls but the small tables around the room were bare. The drinking area no longer had the dark, bitter liquor, it now housed different variations of wine.

Her brother was seated on the floor, his jacket was tossed somewhere in the room. He was nursing a glass of wine with one hand and its bottle with the other. His hair was unruly and he was missing a shoe.

Rebekah walked over and sat down next to him. For a few minutes they sat in silence. She reached behind him and grabbed a wine glass, tilting it to him. He tore his gaze from the floor and poured her one.

In one go, she downed the glass and he poured her another. She leaned her head on his shoulder and slowly sipped her drink. The silence was nice, they rarely ever had these moments. Recently he had withdrawn from everyone, only present when it’s an emergency.

She had gotten so used to her older brother always being there to control her and her other siblings that she didn’t know what to do without him. She’d grown used to his lectures of family and she wished he could lecture her now. She knew exactly what changed but feared having this conversation with him. Every time she tried to, she would talk herself out of it but not this time.

“Elijah.”

“Don’t.”

“Please, hear me out.”

“I already know Rebekah.”

“Then why do you act like this?”

“What exactly is it that you want from me?”

Rebekah lifted her head from his shoulder, placing her glass on the table behind them by its stem.

“She wouldn’t want you like this. You know that.”

“She didn’t want me at all.”

“That’s not true, that’s not what happened and you know it.”

“It happened. Leave it be sister.”

Elijah downed his glass and placed it down on the floor, he pulled his feet close to his chest and rested his outstretched arms on top. Letting his head hang between his knees as his eyes close. He taps his ring on the wine bottle then swirls it around in circles.

“No! Absolutely not! You’re my brother and you’re always there for us, it’s about time one of us is here for you. I refuse to leave.”

He heaved an exasperated sigh and closed his eyes, a chuckle escaping his lips. “Stubborn as always.”

“If that’s what it’ll take to help you then fine.”

“Do— do you think she’s…is she…alright?” Elijah stumbled on his words. A part of him is trying to be tough and pretend not to care while the other cares far too much.

“Yes. You and I both know she can handle herself. You also know what she’d say to you if she saw you like this.”

“I believe it would be something along the lines of ‘Your brother is getting married, you should be there to support him…' ” Elijah smiled at the thought of her words.

“…everything else can wait. We always show up for family’ ” Rebekah finished his train of thought. “Exactly, so what do you say?”

Elijah grabbed the wine glass from the floor by the rim, pushing one leg down and using the other to stand up. He placed the bottle and glass on the cart then turned to his sister.

“Well then, let’s go celebrate our lunatic brother that we dearly love getting married. What could possibly go wrong?”

Rebekah’s face contorted into something that resembled astonishment. “Absolutely nothing. Don’t jinx it, I’ve worked far too hard.”

Elijah walked over to his desk to retrieve his missing shoe. He raised both brows at his sister, “Rebekah please.”

“Okay fine, I’ve worked semi-hard but still. No jinxing!” With that, she walked to the table next to the door and retrieved her clipboard.

She pointed a finger at him and said, “ Now get to your fitting, you’re late.” then she left.

Elijah chuckled to himself and decided to make his way to the tailor’s before his sister returned to drag him by force.

After a long day of classes, Y/N spent her after hours grading work until dinner time. She had made enough food for the week, meal prepping was her new thing. Once she was done with work and dinner, a warm bath awaited her.

She had just finished soaking for at least an hour or so she thought. She just got out when her fingers began to prune. Her skincare ritual was next, then a little downtime with one episode of Scandal and her wine. It was her reward each night and she looked forward to it every time, it stopped her from procrastinating.

She turned off all the lights in her apartment, cleaned up everything and returned things to their rightful places. When she was done, she walked up the black floating staircase with the skinniest of rails as a guide. The nightlights turned on with every step she took, turning off automatically behind her.

Once in her room Y/N turned on her fan and headed for her bed. She placed her phone on the charging stand and got under her sheets. She was just about to turn around when her phone began to ring, without checking it, she picked it up.

“Hello?”

“Good, you’re still up.”

“Davina? What’s wrong?”

“Oh nothing. I’m just glad you weren’t asleep yet.”

“That’s why you called? To see if I was asleep?”

“Well…not exactly.”

“So then what is it?”

“You can say no if you don’t want to, it’s okay but I was hoping you could come to the wedding. It’s tomorrow, you’ll be here and gone before anyone knows.” Davina rushed through her words as she normally did when she was nervous.

“Wait wait, slow down. You’re getting married now?”

“Not now, tomorrow.”

“But you just got engaged.”

“I know but— wait, do you think it’s too soon?”

Y/N could tell the girl was anxious and didn’t need to see her to know she was either biting her nail or twisting her hair. “Davina, it only matters what you think and want. If you’re ready for this and you’re sure then go for it.”

“I am ready and very sure.”

“Ok then you’ll be alright.”

“Only if you come. Please Y/N? You’re like a sister to me, I’d like you to be there.”

“Love, I can’t. I’ll be here to celebrate when you both return but you know I can’t.”

A sigh could be heard from the other line, Davina knew there was no way to get Y/N to change her mind once it was made. She didn’t want to force her but she also didn’t want her to miss it. Y/N had been a mentor to her at first but now she was family, it would be odd without her there.

“Okay. Have a good night.” Before Y/N could say anything back, the phone cut off.

She sighed and placed her phone back on its charger. She’s been doing nothing but letting down people who are counting on her. First André with the party and now Davina with her wedding. She didn’t want to think about it so instead she turned around and closed her eyes, waiting for sleep to take over.

The next morning, right after waking up, she had booked a ticket. Davina was her family, her biological one may have given up on her but she wouldn’t, it’d be the last thing she did. So without debating it, she purchased a plane ticket for noon which would get her there two hours before the wedding. It was a round trip as well so it would get her back an hour after, she wouldn’t have to worry about running into anyone.

Y/N had quickly packed a small black hand luggage filled with her wedding attire, shoes, and backup clothes. She wasn’t going to stay. She spent an hour quickly cleaning the entire apartment, the last thing she wanted to do is return late at night to be greeted by a mess.

She only had one more hour to go before the plane would leave and still she was in her apartment. Going down her list, she marked off everything that needed to either be packed, cleaned, or turned off. The airport wasn’t far but it was a Saturday afternoon, traffic would be inevitable.

Now panicking, she grabbed her suitcase and purse and jogged down the stairs barefooted.

“Shit! My shoes!” Y/N ran back upstairs, located the heels and was down again.

“Is that everything?” She asked herself out loud. “Keys, phone, suitcase, purse, sunglasses…”

She nodded to herself, turned around and opened the front door then slammed it shut behind her. Racing down the sidewalk to her car, the suitcase wheels dragging loudly behind her. She unlocked it, tossing her purse in the passenger’s seat and the suitcase in the seat behind. It wasn’t until she started the car that she realized it was low on fuel.

“Of course you’re low because why would anything be simple today?” She groaned loudly, ignoring the beeping noise the car made.

It was getting far too late but the only good thing in all of this was the pre-flight check she had done. As if she’d known she would be late, she paid extra to skip lines and do the check instead. All she had to do now was get her ticket and board her plane…once she found parking for the car and walking the distance of course.

With less than half an hour left, Y/N had managed to get through her airport check-in without further issues. She was currently sitting comfortably in first class with a wine glass in one hand. Though she didn’t have plans for the day, she didn’t see a reason not to dress up.

Y/N had on a white sleeveless turtleneck crop top with a black jean jacket; this was accompanied by black skinny jeans and white ankle stiletto boots. Her choice of silver jewelry adorned her neckline, fingers, ears, and wrists. It may have been summer in New Orleans but the weather in France was more like fall.

After what felt like hours, the plane moved slowly away from the gates and down the tarmac. It remained still for at least five minutes then picked up speed and it was in the air. All Y/N thought of is the shut eye she’d try and get before the craziness of tomorrow and the jet lag hit her. With that as her last thought, she cozied herself and fell asleep listening to white noise.

Her plane was quite early in the morning and it left promptly on time, by the time she was back in the states, it was already evening. The jet lag would sink in either the next day or the day after.

Y/N had texted Kol the moment she could and he responded just as fast, assuring her he was on his way. She was now standing outside the terminal, sweat gathering on her forehead and the base of her neck. She heard a honk and that pulled her out of her thoughts.

Kol waved from inside the vehicle then stepped out, “Hello darling. Fancy seeing you here.”

“Hi, this was completely last minute.” Y/N replied as she opened her arms for a hug.

He wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back softly, “I can tell. Does Davina know?”

“No, it’s a surprise but you can tell her.”

“And does he?”

“No.” Her reply was short and curt. Kol knew that was the end of that conversation.

“Y/N—”

“So how were the wedding preparations?” Just like that, the topic changed and Kol knew better than to keep trying.

He sighed and reached for her suitcase, he wheeled it all the way to the car then hauled it up and put it in the trunk. Y/N leaned against the car, patiently waiting for his response.

“Rebekah is in charge.” Kol simply said as he closed the trunk which could be heard by the loud slam.

Y/N’s eyes widened and she winced, “Oh no.”

“Oh yes.” Kol smiled and continued, “Her idea of small was fifty guests, some I’m sure I’ve never met.”

Y/N chuckled as she moved to the passenger’s side and opened the door, sliding inside and closing it afterwards. “You should’ve known better.”

“I really should have but Bex would’ve found a way to plan it regardless.” Kol entered the car from the other side and put his belt on.

“Well I’m just glad it all worked out.”

“Tomorrow can’t come fast enough. I’ll be married.” Kol thought out loud with a wide grin.

“You’ll be married.” Y/N echoed his words, a sad smile gracing her lips.

This didn’t go unnoticed by him. He reached out and placed a hand over hers, gently squeezing it. After a moment, he switched the gears in drive and pulled away from the roadside. They sat in silence, each one thinking of how the events the next day would unfurl.

Kol had dropped off Y/N at her hotel and made sure she was well settled before leaving. They spoke briefly and he agreed to tell Davina of her arrival.

That night, after she had eaten her dinner and cleaned up, she spent hours on her balcony. She had picked the highest floor and one of the few suites that had a view. After a year, almost two, away she had forgotten how beautiful New Orleans was at night.

So there she was in her white silk nightgown, her hair tied up in a rather neat bun, and a calming piping hot tea in hand. Her legs were outstretched on the couch while her back was pressed against the arm. She drank slowly, savoring the taste as it lingered on her tongue.

The stars seemed brighter and the air was warm but the cooling wind made up for it. It was a beautiful night to stargaze in silence.

From her balcony, she could see the people below and across walking to and from different places. Further away, she could see life in the heart of the city. The nightlife was her favorite thing, everything somehow felt more alive and that excited her.

Y/N finished her tea and placed the mug on the chestnut colored wooden table. She stood up and walked to the black railing meant for protection. She placed her hands on the top and outstretched her arms, tilting her head back to let the wind nip at her neck.

Eyes closed, she sighed at the cooling effect as her mind wondered if he was here. Was he watching the stars too? Did he take note of how beautiful tonight was? Her daydreaming was short lived because the jet lag was slowly kicking in.

Y/N sighed and opened her eyes, she stood up straight and detached from the rails. She turned around and grabbed the mug then walked back inside her suite, closing the door behind her.

It didn’t take long for her to tire. Her body was more exhausted than she let on and the instant she closed her eyes, she was gone.

Y/N had slept in a bit but the dozens of alarms she set eventually woke her up. Unlike her normal routine, she opted to have breakfast first then shower. She reached on the bedside table and dialed the kitchen. After ordering her personally curated breakfast, she decided to make tea and wait.

Within fifteen minutes her food was delivered in a cart by a gentleman. He set everything on the table in the living room, waited for her approval then left. Y/N happily enjoyed her meal, she had taken a full plate outside to the balcony to eat as she watched the pedestrians.

The sun was out today and judging from the humidity, it would be a hot one. Once her food was done, Y/N returned back inside and headed for the shower. She only had an hour and a half to get ready and get to the church.

She wore a skintight teal silk gown that had a slit which stopped just above her hip. The straps sat perfectly on her shoulders and her breasts slightly poured over the neckline. She paired the gown with a pair of black suede stilettos that had thin straps and a golden heel.

Her hair was in an elegant low braided bun, some strands were curled slightly and left on the side of her face. She didn’t wear a necklace, the gown didn’t require it. Instead she had on leaf shaped diamond drop earrings in a very light gold color.

Once she was fully ready, she gasped at the sight of herself. She knew she looked good but this was more than that. It was a wedding after all, she had to dress accordingly but damn.

She grabbed her teal silk clutch that was adorned with gold detailings and a tassel. She threw in her phone, a gloss, room card, and a small vial of perfume. With one last look at herself, she smiled and headed towards the door.

Y/N had made it to the church with 30 minutes to spare. She called Kol to pick her up so she would avoid getting a taxi or walking and being stared at. Not that Kol did any different, he unashamedly stared at her.

“Stop that, it’s weird.”

“What?”

“Kol you’re staring.”

“Wow! You clean up nice.”

Y/N hit his arm with her clutch and he laughed. “Gee thanks.”

“Sorry, you know what I meant.”

“Let’s just go before you’re late.”

There was no way Y/N could attend the wedding that afternoon without being noticed. Good thing she came prepared. She had done this spell once only and it had been a while since she used her powers so she wasn’t sure how it’d turn out.

While Kol was upstairs getting himself mentally ready, Y/N sneaked into Davina’s room. She gasped the moment she saw her.

“Darling you’re gorgeous!”

“Y/N?” The girl turned around.

“Shh. Keep it down.”

“Oh my god, it’s you! How— I thought…?” Davina stumbled on her words.

“Didn’t Kol tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“Of course not.” Y/N sighed and explained to her everything.

“In his defense, he was out yesterday with his brothers as part of his bachelor party.” Davina said.

“That’s alright. I just wanted to see you beforehand. You look absolutely beautiful sweetheart.” Y/N gushed as she hugged Davina tightly.

“Thank you. I’m so happy you’re here, it means a lot. Will you stay?”

“Of course but you might not recognize me soon.”

“What do you mean?”

Y/N explained that she was going to use a glamour spell to hide her face. No one would know it was her but now that Kol and Davina had both seen her, they’d be able to pick her out in a crowd. The spell would last until she returned home, she couldn’t take any chances.

Davina understood why and after saying their temporary goodbyes, Y/N left her although not after doing her hair. Y/N decided to do the spell in the ladies restroom. It wasn’t as hard as she imagined it to be but it did take a few tries.

The moment she was done, she reapplied her gloss and sprayed herself then walked out. She didn’t look where she was going because she bumped right into someone.

“Oh I’m sorry!” She exclaimed, looking up at the person. Her breath was instantly caught in her throat.

“It’s alright love. No harm done.” She’d know that accent from anywhere even without seeing him.

“Right but still, I apologize.”

He gazed at her longer than what was appropriate then offered a smile, “I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Klaus.”

Before she could respond, the church gong rang throughout the building. She used this opportunity to walk away as quickly as her gown and heels would let her. Saved by the church bell, Y/N thought to herself. She had to think of a fake name soon and a simple explanation as to who she was to the bride and groom.

Y/N found a seat in the front row on the bridal side of the room and sat there. She could hear the people trickle in slowly and tried not to turn around to watch them.

Soon the church pews were filled with guests and the wedding march began. In unison, everyone stood up and faced the wooden double doors. Rebekah was thorough, the room looked completely transformed.

The simplest way to describe it was to imagine a rustic wedding. The theme colors were green and white with different shades of brown, the decor mirrored this as well. It felt cozy and relaxing. Y/N hadn’t even known of the theme but she matched it perfectly.

The light decorated doors opened and Davina slowly walked in. Y/N turned to look at Kol and his mouth was damn near hanging. She smiled and turned back around.

Marcel had been walking beside her slowly, wearing a proud smile. They finally reached the altar and he pressed a kiss on the side of her head. He let her go and stood in the front row.

Behind Davina stood Rebekah and Camille whereas Niklaus and Elijah stood behind Kol. Y/N would have been up there but then it would raise questions she didn’t wish to answer. She thought it best to just sit in the front row.

Unbeknownst to anyone, Elijah had taken notice of Y/N. He couldn’t put his finger on it but there was something about her.

Father Kieran motioned for everyone to be seated as he began. The entire time, Elijah couldn’t keep his eyes off of Y/N, at some point Klaus had to discreetly nudge him. Once the introductions were done, the vows spoken, and rings exchanged, the audience jumped to their feet in cheer as the bride and groom kissed.

Kol and Davina walked together, hand in hand, down the aisle while everyone clapped and the music played for their exit. Each row was dismissed in order so to Y/N’s horror, she had to walk close to Klaus and Elijah. She slowed down enough so that others would step in between them to create distance.

When they were outside, Y/N was determined to get away as far as possible. To her dismay Klaus found her and started up a conversation.

“Hello, we meet again.” He greeted with a smile.

“Yes we do.” Y/N couldn’t let her nervousness show, he’d instantly pick up on it.

“Beautiful wedding, wasn’t it?”

“It was lovely.”

“You’re not a woman of many words are you?”

“What makes you say that?”

Klaus didn’t answer her, instead he smiled as though he knew something she didn’t. He saw his older brother and subtly called him over.

“This is my brother, Elijah. Elijah this is…” Klaus paused, “I’m sorry love, what was your name?”

“Estrella.” Y/N replied. It wasn’t her legal name but it was her nickname since childhood, it meant ‘star’.

“What a pretty name.” Klaus smiled.

“Thank you.” Y/N said but she was looking at Elijah.

Seeing him up close was harder than she envisioned. She was torn into two, a part of her wanted to leave immediately whereas the other wanted to stay longer. She must’ve been staring for too long because she snapped out of it and offered a polite smile.

“It’s nice to meet you.” Y/N said as she lifted her dress in one fell swoop and blended in with the crowd among them.

All the guests had made their way to the Mikaelson compound for the reception. Y/N had to give herself a pep talk before walking in. The last time she was here, it broke her.

Heaving a sigh, she stepped into the compound and let herself be surrounded by the memories. Everyone was mingling with each other, they smiled and laughed. Some were dancing whilst others spoke in hushed voices in the darker corners.

Y/N found Davina and went up to congratulate her, wrapping the girl in a hug. They spoke for a little before others wanted to offer their congratulations.

Elijah was standing at the balcony, looking down at everyone. Klaus joined him and extended a glass of alcohol out to him. They drank and watched the guests in silence.

Y/N laughed at something the person next to her said and this pulled their attention. Both men couldn’t deny how stunning she looked, especially under all these lights in the growing darkness.

That gown is very sinful on her, the way it’s accentuating every curve is taunting. What would she look like without it? These thoughts are obtrusive and need to end. Elijah thought to himself.

Klaus had been watching so whilst his brother daydreamed, Klaus smirked and drank silently. Elijah cleared his throat and downed his drink in one gulp.

“Perhaps you’d like another drink? Maybe something a bit stronger?” Klaus smirked at his brother.

“I’m quite alright.”

“Really? Your racing heart says otherwise.” Klaus teased.

“Do you not have something to do or elsewhere to be Niklaus?”

“Not at all brother. I quite enjoy watching you fantasize about the girl. I wonder just how indecent those thoughts are.”

“They aren’t.”

“Ah, so you admit you’re having them.” Klaus jests some more, tutting at his brother. “How unbecoming of a gentleman such as yourself.”

“Leave him.” Rebekah speaks up from the stairwell as she makes her way to her brothers. “If our dear brother wishes to indulge in fantasies, so be it.” She had been listening to their exchange.

Elijah groans inwardly and sighs. His siblings were not going to let this go anytime soon.

“It’s alright Elijah. The girl is beautiful, we don’t fault you for acknowledging that.” Rebekah says as she places a hand on his shoulder.

“Yes, I’m sure his raunchy fantasies have acknowledged her quite well sister.” Klaus stands on the other side and squeezes his shoulder, a wide grin on his face.

His siblings keep taunting him but secretly Elijah doesn’t mind. His thoughts were a bit improper but the longer he looked at her, the more lewd they got.

Y/N was speaking to Kol before he excused himself. She was now seated by herself, watching the couples on the dance floor. She was so lost in her thoughts, she didn’t even notice the figure next to her.

“All alone?”

She jumped a little and placed a hand over her chest, “Shit, you scared me.”

“I apologize, that wasn’t my intention.”

“It’s alright and yes, I am alone.”

“May I join you?”

“You already have.”

Elijah chuckled and glanced at her, “How do you know the bride and groom, if you don’t mind my asking.”

“I’m a close friend of the bride.” Y/N simply said without wanting to give too much away.

“I see. You must not be from here.”

“I’m not, we met at work.”

“Oh? Where was that?”

Y/N eyed him and didn’t say anything. She leaned forward and reached for her glass of wine. This small action caused her strap to slide down just a smidge and her breasts to be more pronounced. Elijah tightened his jaw as he watched her movements. He studied how her lips parted when she wrapped them around the mouth of the glass. How her throat looked when she swallowed. He cleared his throat before his thoughts got away from him.

A new song started to play and he used this as an opportunity. With his hand out, he asked, “Would you grace me with a dance?”

Y/N contemplated the question then agreed, she was surprised by her own compliance. “I’d love to.”

She placed her empty wine glass down and stood up. Resting her hand on top of his, she let him guide her to the dance floor. Elijah settled one of his hands on her lower back and the other interlocked with her hands.

They weren’t actually in the middle of the room, they were closer towards the corners. Away from prying eyes and ears. They swayed slowly in peaceful silence.

They were so close, only the tiniest gap separated them. Song after song, they danced together. It was all going well until a waist swaying, body grinding song came on. The dance floor immediately filled up with guests. The lyrics were vulgar and explicit enough to turn anyone on.

Elijah was about to walk off the dance floor when Y/N held his wrist gently. He didn’t think she would want to dance to this but he hoped she would prove otherwise.

“Dance with me?” Y/N asked.

“I’m not quite sure I know the sort of dancing this type of music requires.” He replied, feigning innocence.

“Stay and find out.”

“Very well.” Elijah agreed and stood in front of her.

Y/N turned around and pressed herself into him. Without seeing his face, it gave her a newfound sense of confidence to do as she pleased. Slowly, she swayed her hips to the left then to right. She waited for him to stop her but when he didn’t, she moved a little faster.

Left, right. Left, right. Then she circled her hips torturously slow way. Left, right. Left, right. Circle.

She reached back for his hands and placed them on her hips. Her head was laid on his shoulder, giving him direct access to her neck. One of her hands was settled on top of his and the other was behind Elijah’s neck.

He squeezed her hip with his hand and used his other one to wrap over her chest. No one could see them where they were because the dance floor was filled. No one could hear either due to the loud music.

Her inhibitions were slowly lowering with every sway and grind. Y/N turned around and faced him, her arms now wrapped around his neck but her hips didn’t stop moving. She closed her eyes and threw her head back, getting lost in the music.

Elijah pulled her closer until they were chest to chest. One glance down and he quickly regretted it. Her breasts were so full and plump, nipples had gotten hard. Instinctively, he brushed his finger over them and waited for her reaction. Y/N didn’t do anything so he flicked her nipple and she moaned softly.

“Do it again.” Her eyes were now open and her gaze was on him.

He flicked her other nipple and again, a moan followed. He gently squeezed her breast then pinched the nipple. Y/N bit her lip to contain herself. Elijah wasn’t having it so he pinched harder and a sudden moan escaped her. He smiled.

“There are people.” Y/N looked around her. No one was paying attention to them but she was right, they were surrounded.

Elijah pulled them both out of the dance floor and into a corner. It was very dark for anyone to see anything.

“Is this better?” He asked, caging her in between himself and the wall.

“Much.” Y/N smiled and leaned closer towards him. Her gaze was fixated on his lips, she licked her own and asked, “May I?”

“I was hoping I would ask you.” Elijah replied.

“Yes please.”

The moment the words left her lips, they were replaced with his. He dipped his head low to reach hers and put his hand on her cheek, gently caressing it. Y/N’s head tilted upwards to meet his lips as her eyes fluttered closed.

The kiss started off simple and gentle but it quickly turned hot and heavy. They couldn’t help running their hands over each other. One of her legs was wrapped around his waist, lifting her gown high past her thighs. The music was still playing, a different song but just as dirty.

Elijah could feel her grinding on him, getting closer and closer. He noticed the state of her clothing and groaned at the sight. Without thinking, he slid his hand underneath and pressed his palm on her clothed cunt.

She broke off the kiss immediately and bucked her hips toward him. No words needed to be said, he slowly palmed her, studying how her body writhed. She tried to move her hips faster, she was getting impatient at his slow pace.

Y/N reached under her own dress and moved her panties to the side. Elijah could now feel her bare cunt and how wet it was.

“Fuck.” He groaned at the smell.

“Inside. Put your fingers.” She commanded.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Please.”

Elijah obliged and slipped two fingers in. They slid with ease, he slowly twisted them around, peeking at her every now and then. Her eyes rolled back, her breathing quickened, and her lips parted.

“Just like that. Faster please.” She pleaded with him.

“As you wish.”

She wasn’t sure just how fast he’d go but the lightning speed wasn’t what she expected. His fingers moved in and out rapidly and soon he added a third then a fourth finger. He could hear her walls squelch with each pump as they tightened around his fingers.

Y/N started moaning a bit louder so Elijah kissed her as though to silence her. The sensations were a lot for her but she was thoroughly enjoying it. He swallowed every bit of her moans until they came out strangled. She was very close.

“Will you be a good girl and come for me?”

“Y–yes. Please don’t stop.”

He adjusted their position slightly and raised her leg a bit higher. This new angle let him fully insert all four fingers until they reached the bottom. He lowered his head and sucked on her neck. The combination of being fingered and sucked made her feel like she was melting.

“Come darling.”

Just like that, the tightness in her core broke and her body shook. She grinded herself on his palm, intent on riding his fingers until she was satisfied.

“Fuckkk. Holy shit, that– that was…” Y/N trailed off.

He trailed kisses up her neck, “Amazing. You were amazing.”

He pulled his fingers out and raised them to her lips. She opened her mouth and his fingers slid inside, slowly she sucked each digit clean. Y/N maintained eye contact with Elijah as she licked and slurped his fingers. She placed her hand behind his neck and pulled his face closer to hers. She kissed him passionately and he matched her fervor.

Y/N was about to say something when she overhead voices heading their way. Quickly, she lowered her leg as the small group of people passed them by. As if she was in a trance earlier, her lust haziness lifted and she realized what happened.

“Oh no.”

“What is it? What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry, this isn’t like me.” Y/N looked around the area and started to walk away. “I have to go.”

“Where are you going?”

“Thank you for the dance Elijah but I’m sorry.” Y/N speed walked back into the crowd and got lost in it.

Elijah stood there utterly confused. He had thought they were having fun and it would go further. He wouldn’t have ever made her do anything but he also wouldn’t have stopped her if she wanted more. It had been the first time since his engagement ended that he was involved with anyone. It was strange but he felt something with her.

The next morning Y/N woke up with a pounding headache. It actually wasn’t even morning, it was already afternoon.

The previous night’s events came flooding in. Dancing with her ex-fiancé, grinding on him, being fingered by him, and putting on a very brief show of her sucking skills.

“Fucking kill me.” She groaned to herself, completely mortified.

If she could be compelled, she’d gladly welcome it. After cursing herself to hell and back, Y/N found enough strength to stretch out her arm over and open the side table. She hadn’t planned on drinking, maybe half a glass but she was ready for the incoming migraine.

She reached out and retrieved the medication, expertly twisting the cap off and doing the same to the water bottle. Tossing her head back, she placed the pills in her mouth and washed it down with the water.

About, but not approximately, fifteen minutes later Y/N was up and about. Her flight would leave in less than two hours. It would be miraculous if this girl was ever on time.

Thank goodness she hadn’t fully unpacked, it took less than half an hour to pack and get ready. She had an hour to spare which she planned on spending it at the airport. There was no way she would reach out to him and say goodbye or even explain herself.

She dragged her suitcase and purse to the front door then looked around the suite to ensure everything was in order. Using the mirrored entry closet doors, Y/N took one last look at herself and put on her sunglasses. She opened the heavy door and stepped out.

Her taxi driver drove like a madman which made her mentally scold herself for not calling Kol instead. She didn’t though because she figured he’d rather be with his wife than drive his older brother’s ex-fiancée out of town. Heaving a sigh, she held onto the seatbelt for dear life and hoped her spells wouldn’t be needed.

Safe and sound, she was finally at home. The check in process was seamless for her and the plane ride was much faster going back. Y/N made a mental note to unload her luggage the next day, she didn’t have the energy for it.

After a warm shower, she relaxed in bed and decided to put on television just for background noise. A text alert interrupted her giggling at the comedic show.

Where are you?

Kol? Isn’t it late?

Yet you’re awake.

I’m home.

Already? You didn’t say goodbye :(

Y/N chuckled to herself then responded.

I’m sorry, I had to go. I’ll see you when you return?

Of course darling.

Perfect, well have a good night Kol :)

Goodnight Y/N :)

The next morning the siblings had planned to gather around the table in the dining room and have breakfast. Davina and Kol decided to join before heading off for their honeymoon.

“Well if it isn’t the lovebirds,” Rebekah greeted.

“Hi guys. Sorry we’re a bit late,” Davina apologized with a small smile.

“Oh that’s alright, I’m sure you were busy this morning and possibly last night.” Niklaus smirked at the innuendos.

“Why yes brother, we were.” Kol happily agreed whilst Davina swatted his arm.

“Kol!” She scolded.

“Ignore him please. We haven’t started yet so you’re not late.” Elijah said as he slowly walked down the stairs.

“Well now that we’re all acquainted, shall we eat?” Freya asked, peeking over into the kitchen to eye the food.

They all made their way to the dining room and took their respective seats. Niklaus sped to the seat at the head of the table before Elijah could reach it and smirked. Elijah shook his head as his eyes rolled and sat at the seat next to him.

Nothing of importance was discussed or brought up during the meal. Everyone laughed as they spoke of the previous night and ate peacefully. Though this was a Mikaelson gathering, something was bound to happen and it did.

“You know what we should talk about?” Niklaus said then paused until he had everyone’s attention. “Elijah and his mystery woman.”

“What are you talking about?” Rebekah asked, holding a forkful of pancakes.

“Oh don’t tell me you didn’t see it. One minute he’s brooding at the balcony then he’s dancing with her in the crowd.”

Elijah remained silent. There was nothing to talk about. He met a woman he thought was pretty, kept her company and they danced. Kol and Davina also remained quiet but it was Kol who joined his brother’s questioning.

“Yes brother, who was she?” Kol inquired with that smirk on his face as well.

“No one. We danced and that was all.”

“Really? Hm, I thought I saw you two quite close together in a very suggestive way.” Klaus rested his elbows on the table and clasped his hands together, wiggling his brows.

Kol feigned shock and gasped, staring at his brother, “Elijah you didn’t!”

“Leave him. He’s allowed a bit of fun and I’m quite glad he got some. Good on you ‘Lijah.” Rebekah praised him.

Elijah groaned and set his utensils down. He tossed the tea towel on the table, pushed his seat back and stood up. Without a word or so much as a glance towards anyone, he walked straight upstairs.

There was a slight uncomfortable silence then Rebekah tossed her croissant at Niklaus. She motioned for him to follow his brother but before he could, Kol stood up and went instead.

He knocked lightly on the office door that was closed. No response. He knocked again and still no response. Kol opened the door slightly and peeked his head through.

“Elijah?” He called out. “Can we talk?”

“You might as well come in since I know you won’t leave.”

Kol opened the door wider and stepped into his brother’s office. “Nik is sorry.”

“Yet you’re the one telling me. Have you become his errand boy?”

“We’re sorry. We’re just happy you were having fun.”

“Well if that is all, leave. I trust you’re able to find the door, seeing as it’s two feet behind you.” Elijah turned his head back onto his desk, looking at the booklet in front of him but paying no attention to it.

“She made you smile brother. You even danced!”

“Yes Kol, I was there.”

“Pull that stick out of your ass will you?”

Elijah lifted his head up and squinted his eyes at him, “Excuse me?”

“You had fun Elijah, just admit it.”

“For what reason?”

“Rebekah said you haven’t spoken to anyone, any woman, ever since.” He didn’t need to finish his sentence, they both knew the hidden words that lay beneath.

Elijah dramatically let out a loud sigh and wheeled himself away from his desk. He studied his brother’s face for a few moments, trying to decipher something. Once his thoughts had settled, he leaned back in the seat and fixed the wrist cuffs.

“Alright, let’s talk.”

“Wait, you’ll actually listen to us?” Kol asked, skepticism clear in his voice.

“Why not? Let’s start with the girl, who is she?”

This instantly silenced the younger brother. He couldn’t say even if he wanted to, he swore not to.

“Why are you asking me?”

“She was a guest at your wedding, I’d assume that you know.” Elijah responded matter-of-factly.

“Rebekah was in charge.”

“Alright, let’s head down and ask her then.” Elijah sat upright in his seat, reading himself to stand.

“What for?”

“Fun. What else?”

“That’s not what we meant Elijah.”

“Oh? Delineate it to me then.”

Kol sighed and turned away from him. He didn’t know how to help without breaking his promise or hide from his brother.

“She– she’s a friend from home.” This was all Kol was willing to say and before Elijah could question him, he quickly walked out of his office.

It didn’t take the original long to find what he was looking for. Elijah was a smart man, he could follow breadcrumbs and that’s precisely what he did. He knew Kol and Davina lived in France and so did this mystery woman. If she were friends with them, she wouldn’t be far.

So immediately after his conversation with Kol, Elijah put on his Sherlock Holmes thinking cap and got to investigating. He debated with himself once he solved the case. Should he really go see this woman? Would she be surprised and happy to see him or scared and creeped out by his stalker-like skills?

He spent days contemplating until he finally gave in. This was how he found himself currently watching from inside the neighbor’s living room. He was staring at a black and white mediterranean styled home, there were two cars in the private lot. He had observed every house and its residents for hours, this was the last one.

His patience lessened as the clock ticked away. Eventually he got up, thanked the elderly woman for the tea, and was across the other side of the street. He could hear voices and laughter coming from inside as he strolled up the walkway.

Knocking once and loud enough to be heard, he stepped back and fixed his suit. He took in the footsteps that made their way to the door and then it swung open from the inside.

He knew it was her but he hadn’t properly prepared himself for this exact moment. His mind had tried to conjure her up as best as it could but even his own memories didn’t do her justice. Here she was, staring at him, probably the same way he stared at her.

Y/N was afraid if she blinked he’d disappear like a mirage. She was scared that this was a dream and soon she’d wake. She looked so unflattering in her current state. Her hair was in a high bun, not messy but not cute either. She had on an oversized apricot sweater, black booty shorts, and black knee-high stockings.

“Y/N? Who is it?” A voice called her from the living room.

This broke her trance and she cleared her throat. She still didn’t know what to say but her lack of answer only made the man walk to the door. He was now curious.

“Oh hello. Can we help you?” The man greeted and stood right behind Y/N.

Elijah didn’t say a word or even look at him. He was aware that the man was there but he was more focused on her. His head and heart were now split. One wanted to believe this man was nothing more than a friend but the other didn’t want to be so naïve.

“Hello. I was wondering if we could speak?” Elijah fixed his gaze on Y/N.

“Now isn’t a good time.” Y/N matched his and kept her response short.

“Why not?” The man asked her.

“Vous êtes ici. Il peut revenir demain.” (You’re here. He can return tomorrow.)

“C’est bon, je partais de toute façon.” (It’s okay, I was leaving anyway.) The man then turned to Elijah and extended his hand out, “Je m’appelle André.” (My name is André.)

Elijah firmly grasped his hand and offered a small smile, “Je suis Elijah.” (I’m Elijah.)

André smiled and stepped back, heading back to the living room to retrieve his things. He came back with his jacket on and stopped by the front door. He turned to Y/N and gave her a hug, once which she reciprocated and was conscious of Elijah’s eyes on them.

“On se parlera demain?” (We’ll talk tomorrow?)

“Oui. Bonne nuit.” (Yes. Goodnight.)

“Bonne nuit Y/N. Ravie de vous avoir recontré Elijah.” (Goodnight Y/N. It was nice meeting you Elijah.)

“Vous aussi.” (You as well.) Elijah politely smiled then faced Y/N once more.

“You too. Goodnight Elijah.”

“Is that all you have to say?” He slid his hands into his coat pockets and looked at her.

“What do you want?”

“Me?” He raised a brow, a bit taken back by the question.

“Yes you. You’re the one who came here.”

“You came first. To the wedding then on my hands.”

“Goodnight Elijah Mikaelson.”

“Y/N wait. I shouldn’t have– I’m sorry.” He struggled to fight the smile that was tugging at his lips. “Please invite me in so we can speak.”

“I can hear you just fine from here while you’re out there.”

“Alright then come join me, it’s more civilized if we’re on the same side.”

“Is this the talk? I’d like to skip it.”

Elijah sighed and rested one of his feet on the doorstep so that he slightly leaned forward, “Why did you leave?”

“I had a plane to catch.”

“Do not do that. You know exactly what I mean.”

“I made a mistake. I was only there for the wedding, nothing else.”

“Which part was the mistake?”

“Elijah don’t.”

“Did I do something wrong? What was it?”

“Nothing. It was me.” Y/N paused and glanced at her covered feet. “I got distracted, I shouldn’t have.”

“It was a welcomed distraction.”

Hearing that, Y/N lifted her head up and gazed at him as if seeing him for the first time. They maintained eye contact, neither waiting to utter any sort of syllable that would break this spell. Almost two years apart and still it all felt like it happened yesterday.

“Come in.” She whispered so quietly, the average human couldn’t have heard her but he picked up on it clear as day.

With that same foot on the doorstep, he took a step inside and she moved aside. He closed the door behind him, not bothering to look. Elijah took a step forward and she took one backwards, they mirrored their movements until Y/N had nowhere else to go.

She was sandwiched between the large marble kitchen island and his body. Her eyes didn’t dare look up to meet his, she would unravel, she knew this. So instead, she stared at the grey colored wooden floors and mentally counted them.

“Look at me.”

“No thank you.” She responded, still feigning interest in the wood.

“Please.” He softly whispered. “Look at me Y/N.”

She had no backbone, not when it came to him. Without any sort of fight or resistance, her head lifted. His hand instinctively reached out and pushed the stray hairs from her face, tucking it behind her ears.

“You’re more gorgeous than I remember. My dreams didn’t do you justice.”

“You dreamt of me? How did you know?”

“My dear did you think I wouldn’t know how your lips taste or how your walls felt around me?”

Y/N audibly gasped, completely taken back by his brazenness. “You– what?”

“No matter what face you wear, I will always know you.” Elijah admitted. He never would’ve to anyone because all anyone would do is tease him but he would to her. “I missed you Y/N.”

“I missed you too Elijah.”

“Say it again.”

“What?”

“My name. Say it.”

“Elijah.”

His name on her lips was similar to that of a siren song. It was hypnotic to him. Using his thumb, he parted her bottom lip from the top one and slowly glided it across.

“Again darling.” He waited and inspected how her lips moved to form his name.

“Elijah.” She repeated, anxious to see what he’d do next.

“Open.”

Y/N dutifully did as told and opened her mouth, almost swiftly, his thumb entered. She knew what he wanted so she closed her mouth and her tongue licked from the inside. A satisfying sound emanated from his throat.

“Wider. Don’t close.”

She complied and her mouth opened once more. Tilting her head back at his desired angle, he switched from his thumb to two fingers instead. He inserted them both and went directly for her throat, slowly twisting his hand in semi-circles.

She lightly gagged and he felt the vibrations. Her tongue attempted to push his invading digits away but to no avail. His other hand was holding the base of her neck with a firm gentleness.

“Do you think you could take all four?”

She nodded, eyes shut as her reflexes made an effort to kick in but failed. Two more fingers and she was now lightly choking. The sound was erotic to him for some reason. Seeing her this way, teary-eyed with her mouth open choking on his fingers whilst caged against his body was driving him up a wall.

Without warning, he pulled his fingers out promptly and gripped her chin in his hand. His hand moved down to her neck and fastened around the base of it but didn’t apply any pressure. With his mouth, he lowered his head close enough to hers and placed soft kisses around her lips then worked up to her ear.

“Shall we continue on from the reception?”

“Yes please.”

“Are you sure? This is your only chance to refuse.”

“I’m sure. Please have me Eli.”

“Good girl.”

The debauchery that took place in that house for hours on end was quite wickedly arousing if I do say so. It’d be far too explicit to begin retelling the tale of the events. I’d leave it to your imagination.

A/N: aaand that’s a wrap! sorry i went a bit overboard with this and made it long. i have more fics in the works but thanks so much for reading, this was my very first fic so it meant a lot to me. bye for now & ily! 🫶🏽

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𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 — 𝟏

Pairing(s): Klaus x Reader

Count: 4.6k

Warning(s): slight smut

Author’s Note: hello, my name is aurora & this is my first fic on tumblr. i don’t want to make this long, i just wanted to say hi & i’d very much like your feedback on this. i plan to write more oneshots, preferably long, and series. please let me know what you think of this. ok bye and thanks! oh btw, please reblog :)

Parts: one (currently reading) ┆ two ┆three

It had happened again only this time it was worse. It had gone too far. Thanks to Niklaus’ dealings behind his brother’s back, she was in this mess. It wasn’t meant to happen this way, this was not the plan but when did Klaus ever listen to anyone but himself?

The sun had risen and set twice so Y/N knew she had been held captive for at least two and a half days. She would question why he was taking so long to find them but that’s not an answer she really wanted to know. She knows he’d say he was working his hardest, doing his best but that wasn’t why. He would never admit it.

Her head had finally stopped its incessant pounding, at the time she could feel the rush of blood. She could smell it too, yesterday she was sure she tasted it. Copper, similar to that of a coin or the end of a small battery. She couldn’t think of other things that tasted like blood, those were the first two. Her hands were bound in shackles and she was in a cell that was as dark as the night. She doesn’t remember how she got here, one minute they were making a deal then an ambush and now she’s in a cell. It didn’t matter how she got, she knew who got her here.

He was sitting in a cell across from hers, head hung low, coughing every minute or so. For the first time since they got here, she finally got a good look at him. His bloodied shirt had stuck to him like a second skin. The dried blood on his chin vividly reminded her of last night when he sank his fangs into their throats, a cheshire smile on his face as they died. One by one, they fell but before he could applaud himself, he was on his knees. Screaming whilst he held his head with both hands, a stake plunged through him from the back to the front. He spluttered bloody saliva all over before falling. The witches smirked at his temporarily dead body before disappearing just as quick as they appeared.

We had decided to make the deal at the graves. I’m sure there’s some irony somewhere in there, something about deals and devils. The witches had wanted a certain foe defeated and in return, they’d leave the family alone. I went along because I alone could calm both sides should anything arise, and of course things did rise. Niklaus being the paranoid man-child that he is, decided to make a side deal. He agreed to get rid of said foe but only after he learned why the witches feared him. It’s no secret they could’ve killed their enemy but something was stopping them and that is what Klaus wanted.

Y/N couldn’t care less about it all. Yes she was curious why the witches couldn’t just do it themselves but she wasn’t curious enough to help their enemy. The entire time during the meeting, she knew something was off. She found out about Klaus’ deal at the same time as everyone else but that wasn’t it. Something was in the air, it felt chilling and cold. It wasn’t death, she knew what that felt like and this wasn’t it. She knew it’d reveal itself but it’d be too late.

It wasn’t until Niklaus had fallen that she figured it out. There was no foe, the witches had planned it all. It was a trap but not just any ordinary one that ended in exchanges. This ended with someone’s death, hers.

“Still trying to work it out?”

He was awake again. The coughing had stopped but it’d start again in less than a minute.

“Won’t you speak to me?”

A few seconds.

“Y/N, I’m–” the coughing fit started before he could finish.

There it was. It’ll happen again in two minutes. Yes, she had been keeping track of his breathing, not that she needed to. He’d be fine.

“Fine. Don’t speak then.” His voice sounded gravely.

Silence descended upon us for a few seconds before his coughing fit began anew. At this point he was just pretending and doing too much.

“Could you shut up?”

“Ah, she speaks. Got worried you died on me, I’d never hear the end of it from him.”

Y/N had grown tired of him. She’d grown tired of his coughing and his words, hell his whole existence bothered her. Once upon a time he was more to her but never again.

She had laid down and placed her legs on the wall, her body was at a ninety degree angle. Her eyes had been closed before she made the wrong decision of speaking to him. Planting her feet firmly against the wall, she pushed herself off of it and got up in a sitting position. Her legs weren’t bound, there was no need, but they weren’t strong enough to walk so she crawled from the corner of her cell towards the bars. She could see him much more clearly now. There was a vervain plant tied to the vent that blew directly at him. On the other vent, there was a wolfsbane plant. That explained the obnoxious coughing. If he were a normal vampire or wolf, he’d be dead.

“Why’d you do it?”

“Why wouldn’t I? Since when have witches asked us for help without a hidden agenda?”

“Please. You didn’t do it out of the goodness of your heart, you have none. You wanted to team up with their enemy in hopes of having something over the witches but it backfired.”

“Did it?”

“You’re so blind, it’s laughable. What a spoiled bastard you are.”

He growled at that. Y/N always knew precisely what to say to get under his skin. He hated the name even though it’s what he was.

“Don’t.” He warned.

“What bastard? Enlighten me on what you’ll do.”

“Y/N don’t start. Not now.”

“I would’ve let you die. I did let you die.”

“I’m still here.”

“Because of him.”

Y/N pulled away from the bars but not before she saw the flash of hurt on his face. She didn’t stare long enough to decipher it, she turned around and leaned her head against the wall. Closing her eyes as though that would shut him out.

~ flashback ~

Niklaus regretted his decision ever since that day. He had met Y/N first a little over 100 years ago, paying respects to her dead at the cemetery. She sat outside on the black metallic bench that was next to a huge grey mausoleum. He assumed it to be her familys’. He was meeting a witch in the cemetery, not too far from where he currently was but something kept him still. He stood there and watched her, half wanting to say hello but also walk away. He should’ve walked away.

“Are you going to hide and ogle all day or will you come out?”

He had been caught. A small smile found its way to his face and he walked forward until he was no more than four steps away from her.

“Sorry, I didn't think you’d notice.”

“Because I’m not a vampire?” She arched a perfectly shaped brow up. “I don’t need to see you in order to feel you.”

“I see. And what do you feel?”

“That’s a broad question. I feel sad that they’re dead, I feel tired from work, and I feel that you should be elsewhere.”

“Would you like to know what I feel?”

“For me?”

“Presumptuous but yes.” He smirked.

“It’d be presumptuous if there were others but since it’s just me, it’s not.”

The smirk remained on his face. Something about her made him want to know more. “Do you always speak your mind?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t I?”

“No reason at all. It’s refreshing.”

“You’re good at that, you know.”

“What?”

“Stalling.”

He looked down at his feet and chuckled. Caught again. She pulled her eyes away from him and looked up at the sky. In a few hours, it’d be a full moon so she needed to get going. She got up from her seat and placed her phone in one pocket and keys in the other. He knew she was leaving but didn’t know what to say to keep her longer. It’d been ages since he met someone he could easily banter with, he liked her the moment he laid eyes on her. It wasn’t her light brown eyes that looked golden in the sunlight that he liked. Or her breast length curly midnight black hair or physical attributes. Nor was it her sense of style, her boldness, or the wit he knew she had. It was simply just her.

He offered to walk her to the main street and to his surprise, she accepted. They walked in silence but it was peaceful. He would steal glances every now and then but she’d catch him each time. She didn’t complain, only smiled. Her hands remained crossed against her chest, his hands were interlocked behind him like the gentleman he was. The closer they got, the noise became louder. Once they reached, she scanned the crowd and he watched her then turned to face him. She thanked him for the company but kept her distance, he accepted and gave a genuine smile. Before it got awkward, she walked away and disappeared into the crowd. He didn’t even know her name but that didn't matter. He could never forget her face.

Over the next course of days, he would actively search for her. He’d return to the mausoleum to look for her. He didn’t want to ask about her because he enjoyed being the only one that knew her. She was safe. The moment he’d ask around, she wouldn’t be. One day he found her in the place he least expected but should have. She was in Rousseau's, sitting on one of the bar stools at the far end. Her head was hung low as she nursed her drink, Camille offered a sympathetic smile. Without thinking it through, he walked in and made a beeline for her.

Before he even said a word, she had already turned around. Even though her eyes were sad, her face still smiled.

“Hello again.”

“You didn’t hide this time.”

“Would that make you smile?”

“Smile?”

“You’re sad, upset. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” She turned to Camille and silently thanked her then looked down at her purse. She rummaged through it but he was faster than her, he quickly placed a fifty dollar bill. Camille smiled and took it without a word then turned and left them.

“You didn’t have to.”

“I know.”

“I can pay.”

“I know.”

She sighed and finally looked up at him. “What do you want?”

“To know what upset you.”

She stood up from her seat, tripping all the while but he held her. His arms were around her waist, holding firm. The heel of her black stiletto boot was broken. She groaned when she realized that it was also stuck in the bar stool. She had a habit of putting her feet inside stools, she’d been doing it ever since she was a child. Her feet would dangle but once she was old enough, she’d sit on stools just so she could put her feet under it but this was the first time she got stuck. He let her go once she was steady and leaned down to remove her leg. The broken heel fell down, he picked it up but not before removing her shoe.

“Thank you. Looks like I’ll be needing a new pair.” She said as she lifted her other leg to remove the other shoe.

“As much as I like this bar, I don’t believe its floors are clean to walk on.”

“I have to get home, I’ll just shower when I'm there.”

“Alright but not alone.”

Before she could think, let alone say anything, she was lifted off the ground and sped out of the establishment. He placed her down the instant they were outside. He was worried she’d yell at him for picking her up but instead she looked at him and just walked ahead slowly. He picked his pace up a bit and soon they were side by side, speaking of the night. He knew she didn’t want to talk so he didn’t push, that was something out of his character but he didn’t mind it. During their walk, he learned her name and she, his. He didn’t speak of his family besides the fact that he had five siblings, one brother was dead. He learned she was an only child, her parents were alive but didn’t live in New Orleans. They walked and spoke until her home came into view, she hated living in the city and in complexes so her parents gave her the family home before they left. She was there alone.

“This is me.” Y/N stopped in front of a white stone house with black framed windows and door.

“It’s lovely. I assume you enjoy the quietness, aside from the neighbors of course.”

“I do. And they don’t bother, their children can get quite loud though.”

The neighborhood was mainly for family but that’s precisely why she stayed there. It was safe. All the supernatural beings kept to the French Quarter, the others to the bayou, but these neighborhoods were safe.

“Thank you again. For the shoe and the company.”

“Anytime.”

Y/N felt it but didn’t know if she should do anything. She wasn’t going to do it, she was just thinking about it. He felt it but what was it and would he act on it, he thought to himself. For the second time that evening, without thinking, he reached for her hand and pulled her gently towards him. He tucked back a stray strand of her hair but took his time memorizing her face in the moonlight. Her lips seemed fuller and those brown eyes now looked darker. He took one step forward to completely close the gap between them. Her heart was racing and her cheeks were flushed but still she looked calm. He smiled at the thought then placed his right palm on her cheek, lowered it until he reached her chin. He tilted it up and left a soft chaste kiss on her lips.

Y/N smiled at its gentleness and closed her eyes. She let her shoes fall on the patio and snaked one arm around his shoulder, the other found its way into his hair. Combing through it once, she felt him sigh contently on her lips and did it again. The kiss was no longer gentle or chaste, it was now filled with lust. Neither wanted to give up dominance but one had to, sadly it was him. She had found one of his sweet spots, running her long white manicured nail, she dragged it up and down his neck then around his ear. He had groaned softly but that was all it took for her tongue to enter. They were practically swallowing each other…in a…well in that way.

Somehow her back was against the door, his hands were all over her. She pulled away from the kiss, long enough to point to her purse. He understood and reached down for it, handing it to her. She removed her keys with ease and quickly turned around to unlock the door. Once inside, she tossed the purse on the table along with the keys then turned to face him.

“Please, come.” She welcomed him in…in more ways than one.

“Oh I will.” He smirked and walked in, shutting the door behind him.

“Jump.” He commanded and she obliged then he sped upstairs to where he figured a bedroom was.

It wasn’t long after they located her room, that they barged in hastiness. This door too was shut and off came his leather jacket then his grey shirt. Her tight black jeans and her shirt followed his clothes on the floor. She sat on the foot of her bed in nothing but her blood red lingerie. She’d have picked a much sexier one if she knew this would happen. His movements slowed as he took her in, like a predator stalking its prey, he walked towards her slowly. His eyes never moved from hers. She slightly opened her legs to give him a small preview and once his eyes left hers and stared below, she quickly closed them. Using her index finger, she called him over. Where this newfound confidence came from was beyond her but she didn’t care, she was going with it.

“You look absolutely gorgeous.” He breathed once he reached her.

“I’d say the same to you.” She pointed at his pants and he smirked. He removed them slowly, almost like a striptease. A wide grin found its way onto her face.

He was now in front of her, hands on the bed next to her, he leaned forward and she leaned back. Her legs dangled off the bed while she laid down, facing the ceiling. He was on top of her within seconds, his chest hovered above her breasts and he purposefully lowered himself just to feel her. She propped herself up on her elbows and reached up to kiss him. His head lowered down to her and once again, their kiss turned lustful. He reached his hands down to her legs and wrapped them around his waist. She pulled away, her chest rising and falling quickly. She moved backwards until her head felt the headboard behind her.

“Tell me what you want.”

“You.”

“Oh you’ll have me love.” He smiled a toothy grin. “You’ll have all of me.”

She could practically moan from the words, the innuendos clear. With her legs still wrapped around him, she grinded herself against him, earning several groans. He placed one hand on her silky sheer bra that covered her breasts. He didn’t want to take it off, no, he liked seeing her breasts cupped. She noticed how he stared at her chest, she lowered one of her hands down to push both sides of the bra away from her breasts, leaving them completely exposed. Without a word, she placed her hand onto the back of his head and lowered it down to her breasts. Once he reached closer, his lips parted instantly to suck in a nipple. She let out a soft moan and the more he sucked, the more she moaned.

“Niklaus, please.” He was now gently nibbling on her nipples, alternating every few seconds.

“Mmm, please what love?” He spoke with a mouthful of her.

“More. I want more.”

“What would you like?”

“Both of them in your mouth.”

His head lifted from her chest as he flashed her a smile. She put both hands on either side of her breasts and pushed upwards. He opened his mouth wide and managed to take both nipples at once. Good lord her breasts were big but oh how he loved it. He sucked, bit, and licked to his heart’s content. She closed her eyes to let herself feel it all and enjoy it. He burrowed his face between her breasts and shook it, making them bounce in all directions while his fingers pinched the nipples. Motorboating had never been so fun. He could do this all night but he really wanted to feel her and taste her in other parts.

He pulled his face up and looked at her, her eyes shone with excitement. Reaching one hand between her legs, he slipped it inside her panties and caressed her. The gasp that left her mouth made him smile and repeat his actions. He slid his fingers down her folds, he didn’t want to enter yet. He paid attention to every movement she made, from the tightening of her legs to the thrust of her hips. Just as he had done, she reached between them and slid her hand into his boxers. She had yet to see him but something told her he’d satisfy her beyond her needs. She found him and her mouth widened at how big he felt. Oh hell yes.

“I’d like to taste you.” She said as she stroked him slowly.

“I wanted you first.”

“How about at the same time?”

“You have a filthy mind and I love it.” He smirked then pulled his hand away and she did the same.

He wrapped his arms around her and quickly flipped them over. She was now on top of him but she turned around so her back faced him. Backing up, she lowered herself until she was only inches away. He lifted his head up and used his teeth to drag her panties down. His breath on her mound made her moan. She lowered her head and removed his boxers, eager to see him. He did not disappoint. He was large and thick, every girl’s dream.

Y/N ran her fingers up and down his cock. Her tongue was dripping in anticipation, she put the head in her mouth and let it go with a pop. She repeated this act several times, sometimes going faster and other times torturously slow. While she enjoyed him, he was having just as much fun, if not more, with her. His tongue did all sorts of tricks from laying flat to twisting then curving. Her sounds let him know what a wonderful job he was doing.

Once they were satisfied and had come, as promised, they would take a break then start all over again. This went on for at least an hour, not that they were aware. Y/N had just had her eighth orgasm, or was it her ninth, she couldn’t recall. He got up to get a towel to clean her with but by the time he had returned, she was already falling asleep. They hadn’t begun yet, he had yet to feel her pink wetness and she had her to feel him stretch her. Alas, he wasn’t going to wake her, he wanted her to be fully awake and not at all intoxicated, except on the pleasurable high he gave her, the day he took her. For now, he cleaned her up, managed to find a big shirt to dress her in, and tucked her in. He left her room then eventually her home and went to his own. He’d see her tomorrow. They could try tomorrow.

Tomorrow came and after several assumptions, she had decided to ask Niklaus directly what had happened. Nothing had but something would, he joked. It wasn’t like her, sleeping with a man she met weeks ago and only spoke to twice or thrice in passing. This may be fun for others but not her, she had too much respect for her body. She wanted something meaningful, not a one night stand. Since that night, she avoided him at all costs until the witches started a form of partnership with him. Ever since they had seen her speaking to him, they figured she could represent them and meet with his family on their behalf. She did as told but often she met with Elijah or Rebekah, the moment she knew he’d be there, she refused to go and made an excuse. One day she simply couldn’t.

“Hello?” Y/N had walked into this medieval looking compound that sorely lacked in life.

“Y/N.” He was here.

“I’m here for the book and necklace.” She didn’t want to be here any longer than needed.

“My sister is working on it. Would you like to sit?”

“Have her call me when she’s done, I’ll return then.”

“Have I done something wrong love?”

“Call me when she’s done.”

“Please, tell me how I’ve offended you.”

He hadn’t offended her. He hadn’t done a thing wrong but she knew he can’t be what she wants. They had flirted and done much more than that but it was done. It was better this way, easier to end it now than later when feelings had grown. He could have any other woman, just not her.

“You haven’t. I’m here because the witches are working with your family, that is all.”

He walked forward until he stood in front of her, with one hand he gently caressed her cheek with his thumb. “Can you stay? For me…with me?”

“Niklaus, I have–”

“Please call me Nik.”

The way he was looking at her made her want to give him everything he could ever ask of her. He looked at her the same way as he had in her bedroom that night. The same way he had that day he met her in the cemetery. Y/N could only describe this look as want. He wanted her but more than anything he wanted to be wanted by her. Ever since that night and her evading him, he had wanted to see her. He didn’t want to scare her away so he respected her wishes to meet with his siblings instead of him. Today he had been lucky to be home. He wasn’t going to let her go without trying. He wanted to know what it would be like to be loved by her.

“I’ll stay with you.” That sentence was going to be their undoing.

~ flashback ~

Klaus opened his eyes and watched her from across his cell. If he could somehow rewind time, he would for her. He would have done anything for her, he still would, but she wanted nothing to do with him. He deserved it, he knows he did. All he had left were memories of her.

She laughed in a way that made her whole face light up, her smile was wide and bright, her eyes were full of life, and her cheeks rose. He remembered how she would hold him to her chest and play with his curls, the thought of it made him smile. Her hugs felt like home especially after threats that had been made towards her. He’d hug her so tightly until he was sure she was still there.

Though his favorite memory had to be their first date. He booked an impromptu plane ticket to Italy and quite literally whooshed her to the airport and their hotel once they’d landed. She hadn’t complained at all, she was too giddy to do so. He would remember every single detail of that day until the day he died and even after.

He had a hard time expressing his feelings but not when it came to her, it was during their night walk on the beach after dinner when he told her he was in love with her. He whispered it but she heard him. Without a word, she smiled and said ‘finally, about damn time’ which made him laugh. She returned the sentiment but she didn’t have to, he knew how she felt about him.

They were meant to be there for a day or two but that turned into two weeks. Everyday she had asked if they had to return to New Orleans, she’d try to change his mind into staying and she would’ve won if it wasn’t for the attack on his family. Oh how he would’ve loved to ignore everyone and only be with her. She warned that things would change if they returned, he thought she was just worried but she was right. Things did change, drastically.

He should’ve listened to her, he always did but this time he hadn’t. If he’d listened, they would be together and somewhere across the world blissfully happy but instead she was covered in blood and chained in a cell. The woman he loved, the one he wanted to wed now would wed another. His older brother.

All he had were memories of her. Memories she had erased. God, what he’d give to rewind time.

A/N: hi again! how did you like this? all feedback is welcomed. there will be a part 2 coming in the next few days, maybe another part depending on how long it is. this isn’t a series, it’s meant to be a oneshot but then it became exceedingly long to put it all here (over 10k words) so it’s divided into parts. once i write the second part, i will link it here. ok well, have a good day/night!! oh and reblog and comment please :)

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