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shrenvents · 1 month

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Spellbound

Warnings: Minors dni, smut, oral, fem receiving, unprotected, fluff, some violence, biting

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Witch reader

Summary: You're a witch with a specific skill set, one that has intrigued a certain hybrid.

Word count: 2.7k

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Voodoo. Magic. Impulse. Obsession.

She was his newest fascination.

He heard her laughter cracking through the walls of the barren bar before it cut short. Klaus observed how the sunlight blazed across her, poorly parked, car. His lips slanted in mild amusement. He told himself, that’s all it was, all she was. Mild amusement for an immortal. Though, something felt different.

He strutted into the place, head hung high as he scanned the bare vicinity. His eyes halted on a man behind the bar, rinsing glass cups. The bartender's eyes adverted from Klaus, the second he caught his stare. The man's nerves were duly noted as Klaus approached him.

“I’ll have a glass of your finest red,” Klaus spoke artfully, with a fake smile plastered on his face. The worker shuddered. “Ug- we’re not serving right now.”

“No worries mate,” his mellifluous voice paused. “The red I fancy isn’t something I’d find on your menu.” The man's gaze shot up to Klaus’s. His lips trembled as Klaus continued his jest. “Unless you intend to provide me with a bite, I suggest you tell me where she’s hidden.” Klaus’s threat echoed through the building, till silence took its place.

Suddenly, the sound of a back door, opening and slamming shut jolted Klaus away from the bartender. He instantly raced to the door, ripping it open. He watched as her frame scattered into her rusted car. He growled. There was no way he'd let her escape once again...

Your body was convulsing with anxiety. Who were you to know a little magic truce with the “other side,” would have a certain hybrid on your front doorstep. It didn’t help when you levitated everything in your apartment at him, including your freshly made spaghetti with bolognese. It was to be expected, that would piss him off...

Yanking the car door shut, you forced the key in and started the engine.

“Where are we headed this time darling?”

“Ahhh!” You screamed, snapping your head to the uninvited passenger. Klaus sat leisurely beside you, and you swear your life flashed before your eyes. “I must say, I enjoyed our time in Chicago. Perhaps San Fran may be the next best thing, love.” His smug face adorned your features, absorbing the way your face contorted in both fear and frustration.

“Jesus,” you huff, and Klaus’s smirk grows. “As much as I love the idea, somehow becoming your personal chauffeur isn’t that appealing.” Klaus chuckles lowly, leaning in, more and more.

“Well, if you hadn’t decided to run off, you crafty little thing," he drawls sweetly, "We wouldn’t have the pleasure.”

“If you weren’t trying to kill me, maybe I’d stick around.” Klaus’s brows twist like he's appalled by your words. “Who said I was interested in killing you?”

“You- I- then, what do you want?” You stammer. Klaus goes quiet. You watch as his expression goes blank before he acts as though he is in deep thought. Then, his mouth gaped in 'awe,' as if the answer suddenly came to him. “Your talents of course.”

“My talents.” You repeat, baffled.

“Yes, do keep up, my dear.”

“Why? You could have any witch at your disposal, at a moment's notice.”

The corner of his lips elevate once more. “I’m flattered.”

He’s become so close now, you feel his breath, and you try not to shiver as it grazes your neck. He, on the other hand, basks in your scent.

“But, unlike my other witches, you have a gift,” he muses. “Your connection with the dead is something to behold, and something I crave.”

After a prolonged silence, you speak. “If I help you with whatever," you move further into your seat, "When it comes to an end, you’ll let me walk away, unscathed?” Your brow quirks, and with every fibre of your being, you manage to maintain eye contact. “Yes, you have my word.” Klaus’s expression went stoic, holding an unflinching seriousness that made your heart rate stutter. And strangely, you knew you could trust him.

That's how you ended up as his lackey. For the past 5 weeks, you were at his beck and call as he tormented humans, werewolves, and vampires alike.

Like any other day, your conscious was eating away at you, as you called upon another ancestor of those he plagued. Today though, you finally broke. He had been cruelly punishing a guy for hours as you questioned his late brother, through the veil.

“That’s enough!” Klaus’s eyes darted to yours, and his angered appearance softened. Instinctively, he gripped your forearm and dragged you out of the motel room.

“Love, what’s wrong?”

“What's wrong is that I’m tired, and his brother is telling me jack shit about those ‘hunters.’” You huff, closing your eyes.

Klaus firmly presses himself stock-still, resisting every urge that wishes to devour you, as you naively allow him to hold you so close, to let your guard down, to close your eyes. An urge that has worsened, and become insatiable since you started your venture together.

“Love, why don’t you grab a bite from the cafe across the street, while I fill up the car's tank?” He says heartfeltly, "That way we both can have a break."

Your eyes flutter open, and you nearly tremble at the gentle look that flickers in his gaze. However, his body language, which clutches you tightly, suggests he is anything but. “Okay.”

After five minutes seated alone in a booth, you gathered up the last of the courage you were trying to dispel. Now, headed back to the rented room, to release the hostage. Stupid, very stupid, you thought. But you couldn’t help it.

When you entered the room, the door slowly creaked shut, and shadows engulfed you. It was too quiet, and you couldn’t see the man. Unease filled your system, and you began to regret this decision. That impending regret soon became alarms going off when the captive gripped your torso, roughly caging in your arms. His grip was inescapable, and when you tried to scream, his free hand covered your mouth.

“You fucking bitch,” he murmured with disgust. You winced. “How about I leave you bleeding out here, all laid out for you bloodthirsty master.” The man crackled with humourless laughter. “I’m sure he’d appreciate that.”

While his venomous words made you cower, you relentlessly struggled against him, fighting with all that you could muster. Unfortunately, your captor was a werewolf, and far too strong for you to at least break free, to cast a spell.

He muffled Klaus’s name with his palm, and tears pricked your eyes. Even after the numerous times you’d bicker and argue, he was still the first person who came to mind, who you hopelessly called out to.

The man began lifting your body towards the door, urgently turning the knob. Just as the outside light cuts into your vision, you're wrenched from him, pulled into a powerful embrace. With ease, Klaus’s arms carried you away, swiftly placing you in the backseat of your car, locked safely inside.

His figure then disappeared just as quickly, and you hear your aggressor's voice wail in pain. Shaking, you curl over yourself, covering both ears pathetically.

After what feels like an eternity, two large hands cup your tear-stained cheeks, bringing you out of your shell. He quiets you, as he slides inside the vehicle, smoothly pulling you onto his lap. One of his arms supports your back, while the other strokes your hair. Calming you down, he mutters things like: 'Everything’s fine now love,' 'I’m here,' 'I’ll take care of you...'

“I’ve never felt so helpless,” you mumble.

He shakes his head. “There’s nothing you could've done to stop a werewolf, especially when a full moon draws near,” he soothes. You press your cheek further into his broad chest. “Though, I wish you would’ve just listened to me for once, and stayed put.”

You shoot your head up, adjusting to face him, close enough that your noses nearly meet. “If I listened to you I’d probably be dead by now.”

“Oh really?” He grins, eyes creasing, “How so?”

“Well, for one, that time you ordered me to question that vampire chick's dead boyfriend about his affair, right in front of her.” Klaus guffaws. “You're laughing, but she would've bit my head off.”

“She wouldn’t have,” he denies, still chuckling.

“Yes, she would have Klaus.” You begin to laugh along.

“You know, I wouldn’t have let her.” His face deadpans, “Like I didn’t let our were-friend hurt you," he voiced, airily. "I gave you my word.”

“Yes, of course, your word.” You giggle nervously, glancing at the hand currently bracing your thigh, gliding its thumb back and forth. “It’s not all that I’ve given you.”

You look up and are met with a mysterious look this time. Your brows furrow in confusion. He smiles dreamily, “Your skills as a witch truly know no bounds.”

“The hell are you talking about now?” You retort, making Klaus laugh loudly.

“I’m talking about your spell," he whispers. "The one that has bewitched me.”

You freeze, heart dropping.

“You don’t mean that...” Your sentence trails off as Klaus stares through you.

He’s so unpredictable, that a part of you believes he's probably playing some sick game. But, there was also a possibility that he meant it, and all the hidden desires, for your unconventional boss, were about to bubble to the surface.

“I've meant every word, from the moment I met you, when you got the better of me.” He smirks, breath fanning your face. “Witchcraft.”

Then his lips take yours, slow at first, but the entanglement shortly turns desperate. Slightly hesitant, you grind on him, eager to pull him closer. He groans, and his hands enthusiastically roam your waist and back, beckoning you nearer.

Moving in a frenzy, as your fingers tangle in his locks, you swing your leg to straddle him. He moans your name in between kisses, and he palms your ass.

Continuously rolling your body into him makes you feel his arousal, which causes a whine to escape. When your lips break apart, his mouth trails down your jaw, to your neck. You gasp, but you don’t stop him. He audibly tells you how much he’s enjoying himself, and you squeeze your thighs over his.

“I can only imagine how sinful you taste here darling.” He remarks as his hand slides over your core, and you whimper. “How about you let me try?” He hums politely. “You know you want me to.”

“No,” you huff.

“No?” His voice rises questioningly, and a hand gropes your chest, while the other grips your chin, tilting your head down to peer into his eyes. “Not here,” you finish, and he smirks wildly.

“Then, I’ll just have to get us a private room?” He purrs seductively into you ear, making you shiver. “One that is, unoccupied,” he rolls his tongue, and you shiver again at the double meaning behind his words. You don’t even want to think about what he did to the man who attacked you.

“Please,” you sigh into a kiss, pecking his lips, which seems to surprise Klaus momentarily. His surprise briskly turns into a beaming smile. “To be continued,” he utters before shifting you off him and rushing out the car.

Not long after, Klaus reappears with that same childlike cheer gracing his features. Jerking open the door, he outstretches his hand like a gentleman. You accept it, and his palm completely envelops yours. He tugs you to his hip, and nibbles on your earlobe while you walk to a random room.

As soon as the door locks behind you, he presses himself against your backside. “Now, how about that taste?” He mutters while lifting your hair to kiss your nape, and rubbing himself against you. You press closer, before spinning around to enclose your mouth on his again. He groans into your mouth approvingly, backing your body toward the queen-size bed.

His lips free yours when your back legs hit the edge, and you fall backwards with a yelp. His hands then make work of your lower half, removing your clothes as he kneels infront of your cunt. You inhale deeply, as cool air hits your bare body.

He goes silent, so you raise your head to peek at him. Klaus is ogling you heatedly, like the predator he is. “Lovely,” he sing-songs.

He abruptly grips your thighs and heaves your core to his mouth, so close, his breath warms your skin. “K-Klaus.”

“Hmmm,” he hums shortly, before delving into you. You sob a cry of shock. His tongue expertly runs over your folds, sucking the nub with such a slow deliberation, like he can’t decide how he wishes to take you at first, as if he’s imagined every way he could.

You whine, motioning him to make his choice, bucking up, feeling his stubble scratch you. Then he grows aggressive, hungrily lapping your clit, over and over, until he ushers out your orgasm.

When your lengthy climax finishes, he sighs pleasantly into the crook of your neck. “You’re incredible,” he emits with a chant of your name, thoroughly relaxing your shaking form.

“Fuck, take off your clothes,” you beg. He immediately abides by your command, tearing off his shirt and pants. You grab his necklaces to haul his lips to yours. You savour every inch of yourself on his tongue, and he relishes in how dirty the act was.

“There’s only so much I can do to you before dawn, and it won't nearly be enough to satisfy my hunger for you.” His poetic words erupt something within. You exhale, “It seems you’re going to break your promise then.”

He stills at your words, befuddled. You elaborate, “There’s no way I’m coming out of this unscathed.” A timid smile spreads across your face, and he almost nods in understanding, feeling a strange quiver in his chest.

Wordlessly, he pulls himself from his slacks, and you take off the last of your clothes. Suddenly feeling a little out of body, you decide to take back some control of the situation. So, you flip your positions, once again, surprising Klaus, though he allows it.

You straddle him and lower yourself onto his thick cock. You whimper the second the tip enters, and he growls, pressing his fingertips into your hips, definitely leaving bruises.

“You’re too big,” you gasp.

“You can handle it, sweetheart,” he states mindlessly. He wraps his arms around your waist and arms, pulling you down onto him. His hips then press completely into you, pushing himself inside to the hilt. A wheeze leaves your lungs as he grounds into you. “Klaus, it’s too-“

“It’s perfect,” he finishes for you. You barely have any time to adapt to his size before he begins pounding. Pleasure wracks through you, and he takes whatever control you had away. His pace is unnerving, and you utter incoherent words, while his fangs graze your neck.

“Tell me,” he groans through his panting. “Tell me you want me.” He demands, though it almost sounds like he’s begging for it. “I-I want you.” The words stumble out as his thrusts reach your center.

“More,” he just about whines.

“I want you Klaus,” you shout. “You feel so good- fuck I’ve always wanted this, you.” You ramble, egged on by him. He loves it, and you feel it in his strength. He holds you tighter, and the air leaves your body.

Feeling his leg tremble, you know he’s close. “Bite me.” His clamped-shut eyelids pop open, and his dark pupils bore into yours. You kiss him and take his bottom lip between your teeth. “Bite me while you cum,” you command.

He gulps before taking his last few pumps into you. He moans into your neck as his teeth puncture your flesh. You cry out at the mixture of pain and pleasure that shatters you both.

After almost 10 minutes, he releases you from his firm caress and kisses the holes in your neck. Still inside, he turns you both on your sides. You catch your breath. “How are you still hard?” You sigh in exasperation, and he chuckles breezily. “I told you, you’ve bewitched my very soul darling.” He smirks.

“This is only the beginning.”

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thewritersaddictions · 7 months

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Day Twelve: Stefan Salvatore + Somnophilia

You really tired to stay awake for Stefan, but he was taking to long, and the longer you waited the harder it was to stay awake. The hot summe air around you made sleeping in the hold Salvatore house hard sometimes. You tired to get cool, but the air wasn't moving much, and so you decided to strip down naked.

It wasn't like Stefan hadn't seen you naked before. It was unlike Stefan to stay out late, and not at least call you to you he'd be coming home soon.

Sleep took you quickly. The days efforts to help at the local bakery, and also do some paperwork. Left you feeling worn out, and tired. Sleep took you, and you dreamed of the cold spot next to you being filled with a handsome man. One that smelt of whiskey, and fresh pine. You dreamt of his hands in your hair, and his lips on your body.

Your dreams melted into real life. as your felt the wet feeling between your legs. You hummed as you felt a wet tongue lick a long, and slow strip up your dripping pussy.

Nothing felt better then that, but you still thouhgt you were dreaming. Hands gripping at your thighs, blunt nails leaving half cresents shapes in your skin. You moaned at the sensation.

"Oh fuck!" Your breathy moans fell from your lips, and right into the air. Harder pulls on your tighs as you tired to get away from the over stimulation of the feeling between your legs. "Stefan! FUCK please…" You begged in your sleep.

Until you heard the gruttle moan of Stefan between your legs. Your eyes shot open, "Stefan! What? OH fuck." You muttered as he contineud to tease your clit with his tongue, and sucked on it. Hands falling into his hair, and desperatly trying to pull his lip away from you.

"Nah, missy I wanna taste you." He whispered into your thighs. Kissing you getnly, before diving back in. "Please… I'ma…" You eyes rolled into the back of your head as Stefan added a finger into your dripping pussy. Thrusting slowly. Keeping you right on the edge. "What was that baby girl?" He said teasingly. "Please, Stefan no no teasing." You mumbled as he added another finger. Streching you out further.

Sloppy, wet nosies hitting your ear. Stefan's tongue lapping at your clit. Your hand falling to his hair once again. "Oh, fuck… Stefan don't, please don't stop." He continued to thurst his fingers, at a pace with no mercy. "Never would dream of it Y/n." He whispered into your thighs.

Your vision went white, and your voice became hoarse as you screamed his name out for all of Mystic falls to hear. Stefan helped you through your high. A soft hand rubbing circles into your skin.

He climbed up your body. Kissing at every spot of exposed skin. "I'm sorry I'm late." He mumured into your ear. "It's kay." Your said really unable to form words. He kissed you gently, and climbed next to you under the sheet.

Completed on: 07/02/23

Posted on: 10/12/23

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voidpetrova · 8 months

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fading boundaries — jeremy gilbert x reader

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content warnings and genres: swearing, possessiveness, slut-shaming — fluff

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synopsis: jeremy never should've allowed himself to fall for you. he was a hunter, and it went against his beliefs to fall for you, a vampire. his jealousy and hatred only grow when he sees that you've caught everybody's attention, not just his

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the moon hung low in the sky, casting a gentle silver glow upon the quiet streets of mystic falls. jeremy leaned against a lamppost, his gaze fixed on the mansion that stood at the edge of the town. his heart raced, a conflicted maelstrom of emotions swirling within him. he had never thought he'd find himself in this position, torn between duty and desire.

it had all started with a chance encounter. an innocent moment that had ignited a spark he couldn't ignore. you, a vampire, had entered his life, weaving a complex tapestry of emotions that jeremy struggled to unravel. his heart despised itself for succumbing to feelings he'd been taught to reject.

jeremy was a vampire hunter, trained in the art of tracking and eliminating the supernatural creatures that prowled the night. it was a duty passed down through generations of his family, a legacy that weighed heavily on his shoulders. but destiny had a way of blurring lines, and now he found himself drawn to the very beings he was supposed to hunt.

his thoughts were a whirlwind of self-loathing and confusion. every stolen glance, every shared moment—each one etched deeper into his soul. the undeniable truth was that he was falling in love with you, a vampire, an existence that clashed with everything he believed in.

and what stung even more was the knowledge that he wasn't the only one who held your attention. damon salvatore, with his devilish charm and enigmatic allure, had a way of commanding the room whenever he entered. and then there was stefan, the brooding and tortured soul, whose longing gaze seemed to pierce through the darkness straight into your heart.

jealousy gnawed at jeremy's insides, a bitter taste that he tried to ignore. he had seen the way you interacted with the salvatore brothers—moments that seemed to play out like a dance of secrets and shared histories. it made him question his place in your life, a place that seemed minuscule in comparison.

as he stood there in the moonlit night, jeremy's fingers clenched around the pendant that hung around his neck—a symbol of his lineage, a reminder of his duty. but the more he tried to push you away, the tighter the invisible thread between you two seemed to become.

his internal struggle was far from over, and the path ahead was shrouded in uncertainty. little did he know that the intricate web of emotions and choices would lead him down a path of self-discovery, testing the boundaries of love, jealousy, and the blurred lines between right and wrong.

the salvatore mansion's grand ballroom was aglow with soft candlelight, casting dancing shadows on the ornate walls. it was one of those rare occasions when the town's supernatural residents and humans mingled under the same roof, an uneasy truce that brought tension to the air.

jeremy watched from a distance as the guests swirled around, their laughter and music blending into a symphony of decadence. his gaze shifted to you, standing near the center of the room, your elegance and beauty drawing the eye of everyone present, including his.

he clenched his jaw, a mix of emotions surging within him. tonight, he had told himself, would be different. he would keep his jealousy in check and try to find a way to coexist with the knowledge that he wasn't the only one vying for your attention. but fate had other plans.

stefan salvatore, his usually composed façade replaced with a smile that could charm even the most steadfast hearts, approached you. jeremy's heart tightened as he observed the scene unfolding before him.

“may i have this dance?” stefan's voice held a velvety quality that seemed to wrap around you like a warm embrace.

you smiled, your eyes meeting his. “of course, stefan.”

as you and stefan swayed to the rhythm of the music, jeremy's fingers clenched into fists at his sides. he had seen this before, the way stefan had an uncanny ability to draw people in, to make them feel like they were the center of the universe. but right now, it was you who had his attention, and that was something jeremy was finding increasingly difficult to accept.

he turned away, his breath coming in short, frustrated bursts. he walked briskly toward the balcony, seeking the solace of the cool night air. the night sky stretched out before him, stars twinkling overhead like distant, unattainable dreams.

“hey.”

the voice behind him made jeremy's muscles tense. he turned to find damon leaning casually against the balcony railing, a glass of bourbon in his hand.

“damon,” jeremy muttered, his tone guarded.

damon arched an eyebrow, his lips curving into a half-smile. “trouble in paradise?”

jeremy's jaw tightened, but he remained silent.

damon took a sip of his drink, his gaze fixed on jeremy. “you know, jealousy doesn't suit you, kid.”

jeremy's eyes flickered with a mix of irritation and vulnerability. “what do you know about it?”

damon's gaze softened slightly. “more than you might think. look, there's a lot you don't understand about this world, about us.”

jeremy's fists clenched again, his frustration mounting. “and what? you're here to offer me some kind of wisdom?”

damon's tone turned serious. “i'm here to remind you that life's too short to let jealousy eat you alive. if you care about her, you'll figure out a way to deal with it. otherwise, you're just gonna end up miserable.”

jeremy's anger was replaced by a mix of resignation and realization. he stared out at the night sky, the weight of his emotions pressing down on him.

as the party continued inside, jeremy took a deep breath, letting damon's words sink in. it was a battle within himself that he needed to confront—a battle between his feelings for you and the jealousy that threatened to consume him.

jeremy's frustration simmered beneath the surface, an undercurrent of emotions that he struggled to contain. he turned his gaze back to the ballroom, his eyes finding you still dancing with stefan. the jealousy that had been a constant companion flared into something more potent—a raging fire that threatened to consume him whole.

he clenched his hands into fists, his nails digging into his palms as he fought to regain his composure. the music seemed to mock him, the cheerful notes contrasting starkly with the turmoil within his heart.

“still having your pity party?”

the voice that interrupted his thoughts was familiar, and yet, it grated on his already frayed nerves. damon had followed him once more in order to keep an eye on him, his piercing gaze assessing jeremy's clenched stance.

his jaw tightened, his resentment aimed at both damon and the situation. “why do you even care?”

damon's gaze held a mixture of exasperation and something else—something jeremy couldn't quite decipher. he gave a casual shrug. “just thought you could use some company out here. you seem a bit on edge.”

jeremy's frustration bubbled over. “you're not helping, asshole. if you wanna be helpful, stay out of my business.”

damon's eyes glinted mischievously, his lips curling into a faint smile. “oh, come on, don't be like that. it's a party. let loose a little.”

jeremy's patience wore thin, his anger bubbling to the surface. “i don't need your advice, and i definitely don't need you interfering.”

damon's smile only widened, his gaze flickering to the ballroom. “speaking of which—”

before jeremy could react, damon turned away and strolled back into the ballroom. he seamlessly joined you and stefan on the dance floor, his presence commanding attention. jeremy watched as damon skillfully guided you through the dance, his movements smooth and calculated.

stefan's laughter mixed with the music, and you seemed caught between the two salvatore brothers, your eyes flickering between them as you danced.

damon's voice, dripping with charm, reached jeremy's ears as he exchanged flirtatious banter with you. “you know, you really know how to light up the room.”

stefan's response was equally playful, his voice laced with innuendo. “oh, damon, flattery won't get you everywhere.”

you laughed, your eyes sparkling with amusement. “boys, you're both shameless.”

damon's eyes held a challenge as he twirled you. “can you blame us? when a stunning girl like you graces us with her presence?”

stefan chimed in, his fingers brushing against yours. “it's impossible not to be captivated.”

jeremy's anger surged, a mix of jealousy and rage burning within him. he had to clench his fists to keep from storming into the ballroom. the sight of you being courted by both stefan and damon ignited a fire in him that he couldn't ignore.

the dance continued, each word exchanged between you, stefan, and damon stoking jeremy's fury. he felt like an outsider, an observer to a scene that was slowly driving him to the edge.

finally, the dance came to an end, but the tension in the air lingered. damon and stefan shared a knowing smirk, leaving jeremy seething on the balcony.

as the two of them sauntered away, he stood there, his heart racing and his emotions in turmoil. he had never felt so powerless, so consumed by jealousy. the night air did little to soothe his frayed nerves, and he was left grappling with the realization that the battle for your attention was far from over.

the moon cast a silvery glow over the deserted alleyway, the shadows playing tricks on the eyes. jeremy leaned against a brick wall, his jaw clenched as he watched you approach. the tension between you two was palpable, a result of the animosity that had grown between vampire and vampire hunter.

“jeremy,” you greeted, your tone laced with a mix of amusement and condescension. “what brings you to the dark side of town? looking for a quick fix again?”

he shot you a glare, his eyes narrowing. “just figured i'd see what you're up to. not like i've got anything better to do.”

you chuckled softly, your lips curving into a sardonic smile. “ah, the illustrious life of a vampire hunter. must be quite the thrill.”

jeremy's fists tightened, his irritation evident. “more thrilling than a never-ending existence, i'd say.”

you raised an eyebrow, a spark of challenge in your gaze. “at least i don't have to worry about growing old and wrinkled.”

he retorted with a smirk, his sarcasm matching yours. “yeah, immortality does wonders for the complexion.”

the banter continued, each word exchanged between you a careful dance of barbs and retorts. the animosity that had grown between vampire and vampire hunter was a thick fog that enveloped the conversation, masking the underlying currents of tension.

you tilted your head, your tone mocking. “so, what's the plan, jerm? lure me into a trap, perhaps? or maybe you're here to try and convince me to give up my evil ways”

his gaze held a mix of defiance and frustration. “i don't need to convince you of anything. your track record speaks for itself.”

you chuckled, your laughter like a cool breeze on a summer night. “ah, jeremy, always the charmer. it's a wonder you haven't won over every vampire in town with your winning personality.”

his eyes flared with anger, his patience wearing thin. “says the vampire who can't seem to resist dancing with every salvatore brother in sight.”

the mention of the salvatores seemed to strike a chord, your expression flickering for a moment before you masked it with a smirk. “jealousy doesn't suit you, little gilbert. but i must admit, it's quite the entertainment watching you try to keep up.”

he scoffed, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “at least i'm not pretending to be something i'm not.”

you took a step closer, your gaze locking onto his. “and what's that, exactly? the tortured soul with a chip on his shoulder?”

jeremy's voice turned cold, his words a dagger aimed at your heart. “better than being a bloodsucking slut.”

you laughed, the sound echoing through the alleyway like a haunting melody. “oh, jeremy, you have no idea what you're missing out on.”

as the tension between you two continued to escalate, the words you exchanged were like a battlefield of wit and resentment. the lines between enemies and allies were blurred, the unspoken emotions simmering just beneath the surface.

and as the moonlight bathed the alley in its silvery glow, the clash of wills between vampire and vampire hunter seemed to echo the timeless struggle between light and darkness.

the low hum of chatter and clinking glasses filled the dimly lit bar, a familiar meeting place for the residents of mystic falls. the entire gang had gathered there for a rare moment of respite, a chance to unwind amid the constant chaos that seemed to engulf their lives.

you stood by the pool table, a cue stick in hand as you lined up your shot. the sharp crack of the balls echoed through the air as you sank one into a corner pocket. stefan, ever the gentleman, approached from behind, a smile playing on his lips.

“nice shot,” he remarked, his voice laced with admiration.

you turned to him, a playful glint in your eyes. “thanks, stef. guess i have a natural talent for handling sticks.”

stefan's grin widened, his charm evident. “oh, i'm sure you do. but the real question is, can you handle the pressure?” you bit your lip, locking eyes with your favorite vampire. “how about you give me some pressure worth handling?”

his laughter mingled with yours, the two of you sharing a moment that seemed to ignite a spark in the air. as you lined up your next shot, the flirtatious exchange continued, the chemistry between you and stefan undeniable.

jeremy, nursing a drink at the bar, watched the scene unfold with a mixture of irritation and jealousy. the snarky remarks you and stefan exchanged felt like a constant reminder of his own frustration, a reminder of the feelings he was desperately trying to suppress.

damon, leaning against the bar beside jeremy, chimed in. “looks like our friend jeremy here could use a bit of that playful banter in his life.”

jeremy shot him a glare. “i'd rather not engage in childish games.”

damon raised an eyebrow, his smirk never fading. “pity, really. you're missing out on all the fun.”

as the night wore on, the tension between you and jeremy seemed to escalate with every sarcastic barb. the energy was thick with resentment and a tangled web of emotions, a battle of words that had become a battlefield of its own.

elena, sensing the growing hostility, exchanged a concerned look with bonnie. with a knowing glance, elena approached her brother, her expression firm yet empathetic. “you need to talk to her, jeremy.”

he looked at her incredulously. “why would i do that?”

elena's gaze softened, her voice gentle. “because this jealousy isn't healthy, and it's only getting worse. you have to be honest with yourself and with her.”

jeremy's gaze hardened, his anger still simmering. “why does it even matter?”

elena's voice was steady. “because you can't keep pretending that your feelings for her don't exist. it's not fair to either of you.”

with a sigh, jeremy leaned against the bar, his defenses crumbling. he watched as you shared another flirtatious smile with stefan, the jealousy gnawing at him like a persistent ache.

finally, he approached you, his expression a mix of vulnerability and frustration. “can we talk?”

you turned to him, your gaze cool but curious. “sure, if you can handle a conversation without your usual bitchiness.”

he nodded, the tension between you two palpable. as you stepped away from the pool table and found a quieter corner, the echoes of the bar's chaos faded into the background.

the corner you found was dimly lit, the ambient noise of the bar fading into a distant murmur as you and jeremy faced each other. the tension between you was increasing, an unspoken storm of emotions swirling in the air.

jeremy cleared his throat, his gaze meeting yours with a mix of vulnerability and determination. “look, i know I've been an asshole, and I've said a lot of things i didn't mean. but the truth is—i've been struggling with something i didn't want to admit.”

you arched an eyebrow, your voice laced with skepticism. “and what's that, jer?”

he took a deep breath, his voice earnest. “i've been jealous. jealous of the attention you get, especially from stefan. i've been hiding my feelings behind snarky comments and sarcasm, but the reality is—i care about you. more than i should.”

your gaze softened, the walls around your heart beginning to crumble. his honesty was unexpected, and it touched something within you that you had been trying to bury.

“you know, jeremy,” you said softly, “it's not easy being a vampire in a world where vampire hunters exist. there's a constant struggle to reconcile who i am with what i've become.”

he nodded, his expression understanding. “i get that. i do. and maybe that's why i've been pushing you away, because i couldn't handle my own conflicting emotions.”

you took a step closer, the distance between you closing. “so, what now?”

jeremy's gaze locked onto yours, his voice steady. “i want to stop pretending. i want to stop fighting what i feel, even if it means admitting that I'm not as strong as i thought.”

a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. “that's a start.”

before either of you could say another word, the tension that had been building between you erupted into a fiery passion. his lips crashed against yours, a mixture of longing and pent-up emotions spilling over in the form of a scorching kiss.

the world around you faded into obscurity, leaving only the two of you in that moment. it was a kiss fueled by months of frustration, desire, and a newfound honesty that had broken down the barriers between you.

when the kiss finally ended, you both pulled away, breathless and wide-eyed. the air was charged with electricity, the connection between you stronger than ever before.

“wow,” jeremy muttered, his voice a mixture of surprise and wonder.

you grinned, your heart pounding in your chest. “yeah, wow.”

the weight of unspoken words hung in the air, a promise of what could be if you both chose to let go of the past and embrace the uncertain future.

as you stood there, hand in hand, the possibilities stretched out before you like an open road. the complexities of your emotions were no longer a barrier, but a bridge—a bridge that could lead to something unexpected, something beautiful, and something worth the risk.

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geminioriginalsimagines · 1 year

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Jealous

Requests: “79 & 80 Stefan Salvatore” Prompt List (Credits to gif owners!)

Y/N hated when she’d be out with Stefan and all of the girls would cling to him like he was a magnet. He only had eyes for her but Y/N couldn’t stand the way Elena still lingered around as if she still cared. She broke his heart for Damon, Caroline has been obsessed with him since he arrived in Mystic Falls. The freshmen girls watched him strut down the hallway.

The junior girls always waited in groups and waved as he passed. But the one thing Y/N couldn’t stand...when a girl flirted with him like she wasn’t standing next to him. Oh it made her blood boil and everything in her crawl. Pretending she didn’t exist because she had one of the yummiest boyfriends in Mystic Falls really irked her.

Stefan insisted he take Y/N out for dinner at The Grill. With Silas dead, his memories back, he finally found time to take her out and spend time with her. A waitress was watching from the bar, grinning at him. “You do realize you’re the hottest guy in here right? Ever since you got your memories back it’s like every girl is all over you.” Y/N frowned and played with the straw in her drink. Stefan let out a deep exaggerated sigh in response.

His face then turned red. “I wouldn’t say the hottest...” Y/N grinned up at him. He was always so humble. “I don’t know why it’s only now after my memories came back, but you are the one I want Y/N…I explain it to you all the time..” He explained in the most gentle Stefan way possible. Y/N nodded and grabbed his hand from across the table, her thumb playing with his daylight ring. He was right, he did reassure her a lot and she needed to start trusting just a bit more.

“You are the hottest. FYI.” She whispered and Stefan looked down at his lap with a smile on his face, biting his lip to keep from smiling too big. “I just don’t like everyone staring at you. I wish I could just act on it and show them how much I don’t like it.” Y/N rolled her eyes. Stefan thought she was adorable like this, she isn’t threatening at all.

Stefan rested his chin on his hand and brushed his thumb over hers. “I don’t like when guys stare at you but I never act on it.” He added. “Jealousy is okay, as long as you control it, Y/N.” Why does he always have to add his words of Stefan wisdom?

“Not when you’re mine!” She argued and was a little too loud at the same time. “Especially when they look better than me…” She trailed off.

Stefan rolled his eyes this time. “Y/N...you’re also mine. Isn’t that something in itself? Something to fall back onto for comfort? I choose to be with you.” He narrowed his eyes at her. Y/N wouldn’t admit it. “Come on. Say it. You want to agree with me.”

Yes she did. He was right and she was wrong which was usual. And she wanted to laugh at herself for how silly she was being. Stefan had never given her a reason not to trust him before.

“Come on Y/N.” He leans further across the table at her. Their moment was interrupted by the waitress. Stefan looked up with those big green eyes and the waitress nearly melted in the most visible way possible. Shuddering and all.

Y/N knew Stefan just proved her point. “This is your bill but I think it’ll be on me.” The waitress walked away with a noticeable sway in her hips. Stefan was being stared down by Y/N and awkwardly scratched his head.

“I uh...” He coughed and read the bill. “It’s free food so...” He shrugged at her. Y/N frowned and sat back, crossing her arms. “Come on Y/N do you think I do that on purpose? I was born like this.” He ran his hands through his fluffy hair. “All joking aside I don’t want anyone else, baby.” He said gently again.

“No, you don’t do it on purpose. But I’m going to get you some contacts that make your pretty green eyes a shit brown color and then nobody will melt when they look into your eyes.” She hissed.

“Y/N...” He started and was starting to become frustrated. They were interrupted again by a female plopping herself into the booth next to Stefan without so much as acknowledging Y/N. Y/N gasped. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing, it was like someone cast a spell on her boyfriend and they couldn’t resist themselves. But to be fair Caroline did the exact same thing when the group met Stefan for the very first time.

“How about I write my number on that paper?” She playfully grinned. It was like Y/N didn’t exist and Stefan was growing more uncomfortable by the second. She had a hand loosely placed on his bicep and Y/N wasn’t sure if she should be seething or cry. How disrespectful and distasteful. No class whatsoever.

“Oh no we uh...” Stefan started scratching his ear. “Okay look, I’ve got a girlfriend sitting across from me. I’d appreciate it if you’d stop.” Always the gentleman. But Y/N wanted to see him snap.

Y/N huffed when the girl pressed her hand to Stefan’s jawline. She wanted nothing more than to see Stefan tear into her jugular now. “I’m leaving.” Y/N collected her things and headed for the front door. She had to be the bigger person, after all Stefan could handle himself. She knew he’d compel her or just completely walk away,

Stefan choked on air and pushed the stranger off of him who followed them outside. “Please stop. Y/N please….” He begged her. But she kept following them to the car into the dark alleyway. Y/N didn’t stop until she heard a gasp and teeth tearing into flesh.

Stefan huffed, taken aback by his sudden action. Blood smeared across his lips and dripped down his chin and into the collar of his shirt. The patterns that danced under his eyes faded and he was back to his sweet human self. He looked down at the lifeless body of the poor girl who followed them outside and Y/N could swear she almost felt bad.

He looked up at her and grinned crookedly at her and what he said next had a hint of amusement in his voice.

“Looks like I got two free meals tonight…” He started to collect the limp body in his arms to dispose of it.

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hoetolegist · 1 year

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Let me have a taste

Summary: Getting married is not something you want to do right now but sucking off the son of your mom's boss is

Warnings: sexual content, oral sex (m receiving), face-fucking, semi public, 2 seconds of jealous Stefan, oral sex (f receiving), protected sex, dirty talk, language (y'all know I like to curse), y/n is a riding pro, slight choking, explicit kinda

Authors note: this story was low-key an excuse for me to practice my blowjob writing skills lmao so the sex and the ending wasn't really thought out much nonetheless I hope you like it. p.s there's more plot than I thought oop-

Every time you flew down to Mystic falls to visit your parents, your mom always ended up talking about how disappointed she was about you being 24 and single. This time was no different. You sat at the round glass table with your mom and your dad, eating a casserole that your mom made a few hours prior to your visit. It hasn't even been 10 seconds into eating before your mom cleared her throat to speak, you mentally prepared yourself for what was to come

"Y/n" she began "you're twenty four. You need to settle down and start a family"

You inwardly groaned and rolled your eyes. This is a conversation that you were never able to avoid, not when you were 21, not when you were 22, not when you were 23 and not now. What your parents don't understand is that you are a very busy woman. It's not that you don't want a boyfriend, you'd love to have someone to come home to and talk about your day with but you just don't have time for one right now. Not only were you a young and attractive woman who just wanted to have her fair share of fun before she couldn't anymore but you also had a serious job that requires a lot of your attention

Your mom got married to your dad when she was 22 and then went on to have you at 24. She wants you to follow in her footsteps and start a family early so by the time you're older you don't have to worry about raising children. The thing is though is that your grandparents were millionaires, they coddled and spoiled your mom endlessly, to the point where she didn't need a job or to do anything for that matter so she decided start a family. Although your mom inherited her parents riches when they passed away, you refused to be spoiled rotten. You wanted to work hard for what you have and you did. You love and respect your mother but you refuse to sit around all day in a house too big, being a stay at home mom who does nothing but cook and clean

"Please don't start. I came here to see you and dad, can we not focus on my love life today" you said as you pushed your food around the plate with a fork, avoiding eye contact

Your mom placed her fork on her plate and sighed. "Honey I just want the best for you. I want you to start a family like me. What about that adorable Matt" she replied

"Mom no" you scoffed "wh- why would you even suggest that?"

Matt was a childhood friend of yours from middle school. You still hang out with him probably once or twice a year but you guys drifted apart a long time ago, there were no hard feelings, it's natural. Your mom loves Matt though, every time you see her she says "you and that Matt kid would make a great couple" or "he'll be your husband one day I'm telling you" but she hasn't even seen him since you guys were 18

The sound of your chair scraping the floor filled the room as you pushed back in your seat to get up. "I haven't talked to Matt in a while" you sighed and grabbed the plates before walking through the door that connected the dining room to the kitchen so you could wash your dish "and please stop telling your friends that I'm looking for a husband. If Mrs. Lockwood calls me one more time, I'm pulling my hair out" you said loud enough for her to hear

You began scrubbing the dishes as your mom walked in and leaned on the counter next to you, her brown bangs fanning messily over her forehead. "Okay I'm sorry honey. I just want you to find a ni-"

"nice guy and settle down" you finished for her "I know and I will. Just not now. There's so much I want to do for myself before I have to share my life with anyone else" you turned the faucet off and shook your hands before drying them on the kitchen towel

She sighed but prodded no more, just tapping the counter "okay honey, we have guests later today" she said before heading to the living room. Your dad leaned against the door frame and you knew he was going to say something, having heard that whole conversation. He shook his head before walking over to you and placing his dish in the sink. "She's just looking out for you in the only way she knows how" he kissed the top of your head "I'll talk to her about it okay?"

You nodded as he turned around and walked out of the kitchen. You released a heavy sigh and grabbed your phone off of the counter before leaving through the backdoor to get some fresh air. You had many messages from your friends, they must be worried since you haven't talked to them since you landed which means it has been two days now

[Caroline]

Y/n, are you okay?

I said text me when you get there remember??

Bonnie is gonna spam call the group chat if you don't answer

[Bonnie]

Hey! Just checking in

I stg you better not be dead

I'm calling

[2 missed calls from Bonnie]

[4 missed calls from 'the girls who care']

You chuckled to yourself upon seeing those messages. You decided to three-way call the group chat so you didn't have to go back and forth texting both of your friends. You sat down on the rocking chair as your phone rang

"You bitch" was the first thing you heard once the ringing stopped. Caroline picked up first then Bonnie, they were both scolding you at the same time and you just sat back on the chair and sighed since you couldn't get a word in yet

"Do you understand how worried we were?!" Caroline shouted into her mic

"Seriously, we were about to pack and fly down there" Bonnie added on a bit calmer but you could tell she was just as upset

You waited for them to get silent before you responded "I'm sorry guys. I didn't think things were going to be hectic as soon as I arrived"

They sighed because they knew exactly what you were talking about. The first and last time you ever invited your friends down to visit, your mom embarrassed you endlessly. Not the cute embarrassment when she talks about your baby pictures and coo over your squishy cheeks. No, the embarrassment that comes with getting yelled at in front of your friends for not wanting to get married at 22, the embarrassment of your mom practically telling your friends that they might as well kill themselves if they don't start a family early

"You need to put your foot down y/n" Caroline said with a huff "just cuss her out or something"

"She's my mother Care, I can't cuss my mother out"

"Sure you can" you could picture her rolling her eyes at you "all because she's your mom doesn't mean you have to take the constant disrespect"

Caroline was the one you don't go to for advice and the times you do, you don't really listen to her much. This time, maybe she was right, maybe you do need to put your foot down but if you were going to do it, it wouldn't be today. You waited for Bonnie to say something, anything. She's the calm one, the one that talks some sense into them when things were going wrong and you needed some sense right now

Bonnie sighed exasperated "Y/n, don't cuss your mom out. Caroline, stop suggesting stupid shit like that" you nodded as if she could see you "just sit her down and talk to her about it, your dad is on your side so both of you could team up and make her see that you can make your own decisions about your life and you don't need to be hassled for it"

You face palmed yourself "I've done that already Bonnie. I can't- I can't talk anymore, I've done enough talking with her"

That's when Caroline decided to speak again "well..." she started. You and Bonnie were prepared for her to say something absolutely useless but she said something that actually kind of peaked your interest. "Why don't you just tell her you already have a boyfriend? To get her off of your back at least for the rest of your visit" she said nonchalantly

"Wait- say that again" you demanded, getting up from the swing and pacing the back porch

"Uh, just tell her you have a boyfriend already?" She said it like it was a question "I mean it might be stupid but it could work. Your mom just wants you to settle down, tell her that you will and she'll be excited enough to leave you alone"

"Care you're a fucking genius!" you shouted, you kept your phone stable by using your shoulder as you pumped your fists in victory as if you had the idea yourself. "Gosh I love you guys so much. I'll have to talk to you later okay?"

This plan was absolutely fucking genius. Caroline can be on the dumber side sometimes and her ideas were over the top but there are times where she has those moments that made you want to grab her face and kiss her silly and now was one of those amazing moments.

"Wait" Bonnie tried "Y/n think it through first you can't just-"

You hung up. Of course Bonnie was going to have protests and you'll call her to talk about her opinions later but for now you have a plan and you want to get everything in your head situated first. You texted the chat saying sorry for hanging up so abruptly then you put your phone in the back pocket of your jeans before flinging the back door open

Nobody was in the living room so you threw yourself on the couch and turned on the TV just for some background noise while you sat deep in thought. Deep in the back of your mind you knew this plan would never work but if it did end up working out the way you hoped, you'd have a relaxing rest of your visit. Now you're certain that she'll ask a shit ton of questions, things like "what's his name?" And "when did you meet?" Or "why didn't you tell me this sooner?" So you came up with an answer for all of those questions. Once you came up with your fake backstory and a name to go with it, you decided to go up to your room and take a nap

You knew that you should probably get started on dinner but you were burnt out from the day and the constant nagging you had to put up with. The stairs creaked as you walked up two steps at a time. Your bedroom was still decorated the same from when you were 17 years old. Tacked onto the pale blue walls were multiple BTS posters, a light brown, wooden desk was pushed into the corner closest to the window and right in the middle of the spacey room sat a queen sized bed with pale blue sheets to match the walls and a heavy black comforter because your parents loved to keep the house cold

With a heavy sigh, you closed the door and went to the bathroom that was connected to your room. After washing up and cleaning your face you threw yourself onto the soft bed and curled under the comforter. Later you'll think things through more but right now you need to get some serious shut eye

"Y/n!" You heard a muffled voice shout out. It was your mom standing at the bottom of the stairs calling for dinner. She had a phrase for waking you up when you were a kid "two shouts before I come in and throw ice water on you". You realized that was her second shout once you heard the stairs creak with every step she took to come up

You rolled out of bed, your butt thumping the ground pretty hard. "Shit" you grimaced and lifted yourself to rub your right ass cheek before you heard your doorknob turn. Your mom flung the door open and stood in the doorway with a big blue cup in her hand, no doubt full of the coldest water she could find. "Hi mom, I'm up" you said groggily as she eyed you like you were crazy. You were sitting on the floor half asleep with one eye open, just your bra and panties on, rubbing your bruising ass cheek while your blanket was tangled around your legs, you could be seen as crazy. She opened her mouth to speak but shut it right away, just nodding and shutting the door quickly with a thud

Okay, so not the best way to say hello to your mother but if she knew how to knock she wouldn't have caught you in such a compromising position. You placed one elbow on your bed and another on your bedside table to hoist yourself up with a grunt. "Jesus fucking Christ" you mumbled as you dragged yourself to the bathroom to make yourself presentable. Your mom was inviting one of her co-workers over for dinner and she briefly woke up earlier to tell you to dress your best because there was someone she wanted you to meet

You thought that maybe she was trying to get you to talk to one of her friends so you could get a job in town, you knew how badly she wanted you to move back in with her and your dad. So when you walk down stairs in your black, tight fitted long sleeved shirt, camaflouge print cargo pants - cinched at the ankles, and black, leather converse high tops, you weren't expecting to see one of the most gorgeous men you have ever seen before in your 24 years of living. Your mom was talking to a lady who you assumed was her co-worker while the man looked around the living room, smiling at family pictures and touching the plants

"Oh Y/n you're here!!" Everyone looked at you at the announcement of your arrival. You waved shyly then walked over to your mom with your arms stiffly at your sides. She introduced the woman as Vanessa Salvatore, the CEO of Salvatore inc, the largest car company in all of North America. Your jaw damn near touched your toes, when your mom had said co-worker you wouldn't have thought that she meant the CEO of the goddamn company she worked at

The woman shook your hand firmly and called over the man who was walking around the living room. "This is my son" she said as he walked over. He was dressed in a white button-up shirt, paired with a grey suit and brown shoes, his dirty blonde hair was gelled back, a missed curl falling prettily in front of his eye. As he planted himself next to his mother you noticed that his eyes were a beautiful emerald green and his jaw was chiseled to perfection, it could cut through diamonds if he tried. He was devastatingly gorgeous, taking your eyes off of him would not be easy

"Hello, I'm Stefan Salvatore" he held his hand out and flashed a beautiful, toothy smile. You smiled right back at him and took his hand, shaking firmly like your mom taught you. "Y/n Smith, nice to meet you" you replied, trying to sound professional, this must be something important, pertaining to your mothers job. You pulled your hand back while he stared at you, intensely like he was trying to read you through your eyes. You were starting to feel kind of hot under his gaze so you turned around to go help your father set the table

Your father greeted you with a smile when you walked through the doors "hey honey" he said as he grabbed a stack of napkins "help set these plates, will you?" He kissed your cheek then walked past you to set down the napkins. While you grabbed the plates you heard the kitchen door swing open, you turned around to see who it was and there was Stefan, waving hello to your father as he walked toward you

"Y/n right?" Stefan grabbed the glass cups that were stacked on the counter next to you "sorry if I stared a little back there, you are a gorgeous woman" he said, you could see a slight smirk on his face, he's confident, that's either a good thing or a bad thing. "Thanks, you're a very handsome man" you returned the compliment before going to set the plates down. He followed you to the connected dining room and set a cup down beside every plate you placed on the table. A comfortable silence wrapped around the two of you as you both worked to set the table

After the table was done being set up you called everyone into the dining room to eat. Your mom cooked since you had taken a nap (you reminded yourself to apologize for that later). She made baked macaroni, sliced ham, sliced turkey, yellow rice with gravy and baked chicken. You were ready to dig in but guests first was the biggest rule whenever you had company over. You waited until their plates were fixed then you eagerly stood up and placed some of everything on yours

"So Michelle, I heard that the idea of two engines was your idea" Ms. Salvatore held a hand to her mouth as she talked. Your mom nodded her head "I was quite shocked at hearing that but after learning so much about you I could see that you are a smart woman". You smiled proudly upon hearing this, your mom had been working on that two engine idea for the better part of a year, when she finally got the chance to pitch it to her higher ups she was a big ball of nerves, calling you every two seconds before she had to be in the boardroom

Your mom bowed her head shyly "thank you so much Vanessa" she said gratefully, a hue of pink faint on her cheeks

Conversations flowed perfectly after that. Ms. Salvatore asked you questions like where you worked and where you lived now and you had answered truthfully. You were the head photographer at the modeling agency you worked at in New York, Lights up studios

Mrs. Salvatore's eyes lit up "Oh! A photographer? My Stefan is a model and he lives in New York too" she pat his shoulder "It's hard to get him to come visit since his schedule is very tight but he manages"

"Me too, I visit whenever my schedule dies down a bit" you cleared your throat and looked at Stefan "a model? You are very handsome" you noticed the way your mom looked between you two with a big smile on her face. "Which companies have you worked with?". You wanted to know if he ever worked with your company before, maybe before you began working there he had done some shoots

Stefan shrugged "uh, nothing big just-" he looked at his mom and sighed, she was obviously very proud of his profession "Gucci and Louis Vuitton, places like that" he scratched the back of his head, for some reason embarrassed

Your eyes widened and you put your fork down "Oh wow that's totally big. I would love to see your pictures one day". You could tell he was about to decline but his mom already had her phone in hand and pictures pulled up. Stefan's photos were amazing, he was a natural and whoever his photographer was, they were so very talented. Your breath caught in your throat at one specific photo from an underwear photoshoot, it was hot but it weirded you out that you were looking at it from his moms phone. You sat back up and started chewing on a piece of ham while his mom showed more pictures to your parents

Dinner was great. After you and your mom had finished clearing the table, everyone gathered in the living room. After thanking Mrs. Salvatore for coming over, your dad went upstairs to his room because he had to get to work early tomorrow. Your mom sat next to Mrs. Salvatore on the couch and they seemed to be talking about something important. Stefan was sitting on a recliner, looking a little lost so you decided to sit on the one next to him

"Hey" you said as you sat down "I apologize, I wouldn't have asked if I knew you were going to be a bit uncomfortable". You were feeling bad about his obvious discomfort when you asked to see his pictures. He obviously didn't like talking about his profession much and you didn't mean to pry

He flicked his wrist dismissively "It's fine. I wanted to show them, I just uh, get a little embarrassed when my mom starts to talk about it" he lowered his head "it's stupid"

You shook your head "it's not stupid, I know how you feel". Hearing your parents brag about you is the worst, especially when it's about something as big as what Stefan does. You couldn't even imagine your mom pulling out pictures of you to brag to anyone she has a chance to brag to

"I'm surprised I've never bumped into someone as sexy as you up in New York" Stefan suddenly leaned over and whispered into your ear, deep and raspy. Heat immediately pooled in your stomach at the sinful sound. He's obviously not shy when it comes to flirting, is what you thought to yourself

You chuckled "is that so?". What you did next was bold but you didn't care. You turned your head his way, he was still leaning close to you so now your faces were only inches apart, you could see the shards of gray in his eyes and the way his lips formed a lopsided heart. "Well Mr. Salvatore, now you know where to bump into me" you whispered against his lips. His eyes flickered to your lips then back to your eyes

Just as he was about to reply, Mrs. Salvatore called you both over. You got up at the same time and walked over to the couch. Your mom was looking around nervously and that made you nervous but you didn't say anything, you waited for whatever was about to be said. "Uh, we think you two should go out and get drinks. Let the adults talk some more"

You looked at your mother and just like you thought, she wasn't making eye contact with you. No way was she trying to set you up with her boss's son. "Mom, can I talk to you in the kitchen" you said with a fake smile on your face

"Honey" she laughed awkwardly "we have guests"

"Just for a minute"

You turned around and walked to the kitchen, knowing your mom would be right behind you. "Mom what the fuck?" You whisper shouted once she walked in and the door was closed "your boss's son? Are you serious right now?"

She raised a brow "excuse me young lady? Watch your mouth" she sighed "now it's just to see how compatible you two are. He's a sweet young man and if you're going to get married soon then-"

You threw your hands in the air and interrupted her with a groan "I don't want to get married mom, what don't you understand!"

She was pleading with her eyes now "Y/n just try, you might like Stefan, he's a sweet boy. And he has seemed to take a liking to you already"

"Mom I don't-" You sighed tiredly, you have no more fight left in you and no more strength left to even finish that sentence. Everything you tell her goes in one ear and out the other, you can't do it anymore so you just agreed. You glared at your mom one more time before leaving the kitchen, mumbling a quiet "nice to meet you" to Ms. Salvatore before snatching your car keys from the hook by the front door

"Let's go Stefan" you said with a little sass as you threw the front door open and walked out into the night. Stefan was right behind you, closing the house door and scrambling to sit in the passenger side of your black Mercedes E Class. Once in the car, you started it and exhaled heavily "do you mind if I bluetooth this?" You asked Stefan as you held up your phone, indicating you needed to make a call. He shrugged and sat back, buckling his seat belt

As you pulled out of the driveway the sounds of your phone ringing filled the car. You needed some sense right now before you angrily killed you and Stefan by driving off of the next bridge you cross so you called the only person who could give you some sense. "Hello?" A voice whispered, she was obviously sleeping and you would feel bad if you weren't completely pissed

"Bonnie, why the fuck do I put up with this shit? I can't talk to her and to hell with the fake boyfriend plan, that wasn't going to work anyway and I knew it wasn't the minute I put my head down to nap" you were going on and on, to anybody else the silence would mean Bonnie doesn't really care but you know she's just listening intently "I can't do this shit anymore. I can't keep coming down here and hearing the same shit and worrying about the next man my mom is trying to marry me off to in Mystic Falls. It's exhausting Bonnie"

You weren't even angry anymore just exhausted. You tried to understand your mom, you tried to sympathize with her, you tried to be angry with her but none of it is working. Nothing you do is going to stop the constant nagging and the constant questions about your love life and the silent judgement you get from her friends whose kids are already married

Bonnie hummed "what happened y/n? Did she tell another one of her friends that you want a husband"

"Basically. She invited her boss and the lady's goddamn son to the house for dinner then sent me out to get drinks with the fucking son" you chuckled dryly "she thinks I didn't notice her smiling at us like we were going to get married right there in the fucking living room"

Stefan was looking at you like you were crazy but you paid him no mind. He knew exactly what you were talking about because judging by the way his mom was smiling from ear to ear upon introducing him, she definitely told him he needed to start looking for a wife too

"Is he ugly?" Is what Bonnie asked, you saw Stefan smirk out the corner of your eye and this time it pissed you off so you said the logical answer

"Yes" you bit back a snicker when you saw his eyes widen "and he's shorter than a troll"

"Hey! You're a liar" Stefan said, pointing an accusatory finger at you

"IS HE IN THE CAR?" Bonnie shouted, you winced at how loud it was, leaning over to turn the car volume down a little

You released a laugh, high pitched and squeaky "yeah he is" you laughed harder "you should see the way he's glaring at me"

Before you knew it, all three of you started laughing. It felt nice to laugh like that and you felt less pissed. Bonnie then stopped laughing and called your name, you hummed in acknowledgment. "Just make the most of it okay? Don't think of it as your mom sending you off on a date, think of it as you meeting a new friend" she said

You nodded your head, she's right you need to think more positively. Stefan is funny and handsome, you won't marry him but you sure would fuck him if you had the chance. So why not make the most of it? "You're right Bon, thank you" you sighed "I don't know what I'd do without you". You said your goodbyes and apologized for waking her up then you hung up

"Great friend. Mine would've told me to push you out of the car and take the next flight back to New York" Stefan said once the call ended

You laughed and glanced at him "if I had called my other friend, she would've said the same thing" you stopped at a red light then leaned back in your seat "you're not ugly by the way or short" you said quietly, your joking demeanor long gone

"I know" he replied smugly. You scoffed in disbelief and amusement, so he's definitely not one to turn down a compliment

You shook your head as you started driving again "Salvatore you're something else" you replied, hearing him release a breathy laugh in response

It's a sound you've come to like, maybe a little too much

The music was blaring and you could barely hear the story Stefan was trying to tell you. You both agreed to go to a local night club called "Mindy's", great bar service and great bathrooms to suck someone off. Stefan was leaning back in the booth across from you, his legs were spread out and he had both arms propped up behind him, he threw his head back in a deep laugh at one of his own jokes and you swear it was one of the sexiest things you ever heard

You were still kind of upset about your mother trying to set you up to get married but you tried not to think about it here. You were with Stefan and more than likely going to get fucked tonight, why ruin that with complaints? You tapped on the table "do you want another drink?" You asked Stefan as you slid out of the booth to go get yourself your fourth one of the night. He nodded and allowed his eyes to roam your body as he handed you his empty glass. Your fingers grazed his as you grabbed the cup and you felt tingles from the warmth

You walked away confidently, certain that he was staring at your ass. "Two gin and tonics please" you said with a smile once you reached the bar. The male bartender smirked at you before fixing the drinks

"Here alone?" The bartender asked, his shiny black hair was messy like he had been running his hands through it and his eyes were a striking blue "I'm Landon by the way"

You hummed and replied "with a friend" then you let yourself stare at his plump, red lips as he ran his tongue across the bottom one. "I'm Y/n", the bartender looked at you with some type of intensity in his eyes, you knew he wanted you but you just wanted to flirt. Flirting always calls for a good time

He slid you your drinks then leaned forward "I'd love to take you out sometime" he whispered "I don't see many beautiful women like you in the falls". You almost rolled your eyes, these men don't seem to see beautiful women anywhere. You grabbed the drinks, lifting your brow at an extra he slid over, saying it was "on the house"

You smiled at him and thanked him for the drinks and compliment. "Maybe you'll see me around more" you said, knowing that you'll be leaving soon and not coming back for a couple more months. After telling him that you should get going, you turned around and headed back to your booth

When you got back to the table, Stefan was looking at you with his eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched. You decided to sit next to him instead of across from him. "Got an extra!" you shouted into his ear. He smiled, tight lipped and his eyes were sharper like he was angry. You asked him what was wrong but he just shrugged and said nothing so you hummed and started swaying in your seat to the music

"I want to dance"

Stefan just looked at you and raised a brow as if questioning why but you just grabbed his hand and drug him out of the booth. "Humor me" you said, placing a hand on his chest "just one dance"

He stared into your eyes for a few minutes then he took your hand and walked onto the dance floor. He spun you around, pressing your back to his chest "hm, I think someone else was expecting a dance too" he whispered, his warm breath fanning across your neck. Your breath hitched as he pulled you closer, sliding his left hand down your left arm to intertwine your fingers

He was jealous. You realized it in the way he held you possessively and the way he chose a spot right where the bartender could see you guys. It's not everyday you find a man as sexy as Stefan that wants you so badly so you caught yourself from smiling and decided not to comment on his jealousy

Instead you pushed your hips back as he placed his other hand on your waist to guide your movements. You could feel his heart beating rapidly on your back and you reveled in the feeling, you were making him feel like this. Eventually you were grinding up against him faster and harder and you could feel his breath picking up from the constant friction. You put your head back on his shoulder and closed your eyes, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth when he started to leave feather light kisses down your neck. "Mm" you hummed as arousal swirled in the pits of your stomach, you needed to fuck him now

"I want you” Stefan confessed, low and deep in your ear, his lips grazing your earlobe. “I would fuck you so well” he added, nipping the lobe of your ear afterward

You let out a little gasp when Stefan released your entwined fingers then spun you to face him. You were drunk off both pleasure and alcohol, a dangerous combination. Stefan then kissed you, so deeply and passionately that your knees almost buckled from the feeling. His lips were softer and warmer then you could have ever imagined, not that you had much time to imagine since you just met him not too long ago

You panted as he pulled back just a little "show me then please" you begged. You weren't even going to resort to begging at first but every time he touched you a fire ignited throughout your whole body and the only way to put it out is to feel him inside of you

“Begging already?” Stefan said, his lips still against yours

You whimpered and closed your eyes as he kissed you again. You needed Stefan and it's now or never but before you could tell him to take you to the bathrooms, he was already letting go

“Come on then” he teased in a low voice, sending a shiver down your spine. His hands trailed lightly down your back, just a teasing touch, before he gripped your ass. Then the touch was gone and his warmth was gone. You opened your eyes to see Stefan walking toward the bathrooms, he walked with his head held high and the crowd parted for him like the red sea

Before you knew it you were booking it to the bathrooms. As soon as you opened the door, you were pulled in and pushed against it. Stefan locked it then connected his lips with yours hungrily. You melted into his touch, enjoying the softness of his lips and the taste of alcohol on his tongue as he licked into your mouth. Stefan slid his hands under your shirt to squeeze your waist and the touch sent a lick of heat through your stomach. You pulled back and scanned his body

"Let me suck your dick" it was a demand but a question at the same time

He nodded with a groan "yeah okay". Stefan switched spots so his back was against the door and you were in front of him then he unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down enough to get his dick out. Your eyes widened, you almost wanted to slap him for having such a perfect dick – it was long, thick and his pretty red tip was already dripping with pre-cum

You quickly sunk down to your knees and stuck your tongue out, licking a broad stripe along the vein on his cock. Stefan released a drawn out moan, letting the back of his head hit the door with a thud. "Fuck" he cursed under his breath as you started to suck on the tip. He put a hand in your hair, not pushing your head but just keeping it there

This turned you on though, you wanted him to grip your hair and fuck his cock down your throat. And you let him know that by sinking down as far as you can, then looking up at him with tears pricking your eyes. His grip in your hair tightened and his breathing picked up. "Okay shit, I get it" he said, smiling down at you and boy was his smile beautiful. "Tap my thigh whenever you want me to stop" he added before pulling his cock out to rub his tip on your lips

When you opened your mouth he took that opportunity to slide in, slowly, just until he hit the back of your throat then he pulled back again and slammed in harder. Your eyes watered but you just breathed through your nose, you wanted this. "So good baby" he breathed as he looked down at you with half lidded eyes. The praise make your pussy clench around nothing, wanting him to fill you up

Stefan gently fisted your hair with both hands as he began to thrust, moving your head along with him. "Those pretty lips were meant to be stretched around my cock" he said as he started thrusting faster, moans getting louder. You're sure anybody who was waiting for the restroom could hear him but that made it even hotter

Drool and tears ran down your face as Stefan brutally hit the back of your throat with each thrust, you closed your eyes and thanked the universe for not giving you a gag reflex. You moaned around his length, hearing him let out a curse from the vibrations just like you thought he would. You continued to look up at him as he stared down at you, he was breathtaking. His forehead glistened with sweat and his tongue swiped across his bottom lip every few seconds. He smiled at you in between a moan and it was the sexiest thing you had ever seen

Soon his thrusts were faltering and his cock was twitching against your tongue with the need to release. "Fuck- I'm gonna cum" he moaned as he put his head back and squeezed his eyes shut. His grip in your hair tightened as he thrusted one more time, stilling with a loud groan as he came hot and salty down your throat. You swallowed it all quickly then sucked on his tip a little more until he was pulling you off from over stimulation

"You're a fucking dream" he breathed out, his eyes following you as you stood back up and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand

"So I've been told" you replied with a laugh as you turned around to walk to the sink to wash your face and fix your hair

After Stefan tucked himself back in and buckled his belt back up he walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "I don't have condoms on me" he mumbled as he kissed your ear. You tried not to pout in disappointment. You were really hoping to get fucked tonight but you were fine with it, you didn't care much

"It's fine I don't need anything in re-"

"But I have my own place a few blocks away" he interrupted with a face as if he was trying not to laugh and coo at you. That was all he had to say before you were grabbing his arm and unlocking the bathroom door. Of course you cared, you wanted Stefan and he didn't seem like the blowjob and go type of guy anyway. You didn't care about the people staring at the both of you as you flung the door open and walked out

You and Stefan walked to the car in silence because if either of you spoke you'd probably just say fuck it and have the nastiest sex on your backseat. Electricity was buzzing through your veins and you were already wet from earlier, you know he could fuck you good and you're ready to be pinned down and fucked rough

Stefan had already typed his address into your phone's GPS so in just a few minutes you were pulling up a huge driveway. Your eyes widened as something akin to a mansion came into view. His house was fucking huge, there is no way he lives here alone and of course you talked first and asked that very question. "You live here? Alone?" You asked your car came to a halt by the entrance

He shook his head and replied "not alone". You raised a brow and asked with who and he told you that he has a three year old puppy named Rose that he keeps with him every time he visits Mystic Falls, giving the puppy to his parents whenever he isn't here. For some reason you felt a sense of relief at the confirmation of nobody else living there but you ignored it because what would you be relieved for?

When you walked in the house you didn't even have time to process how big and beautiful it was inside before Stefan was grabbing your waist and smashing ypur lips together. You yelped as he picked you up and you quickly wrapped your legs around his waist. "You're so fucking sexy" he said in between nips on your bottom lip. He carried you up a flight of stairs with his lips still connected to yours, not pulling away until he threw you on a big bed in a bedroom way too big for one person. You sat still and looked around as Stefan went to go grab condoms out of his dresser

The room was huge but very bland like something you'd imagine a guest room to look like but you knew it was his room because of the single picture of him accompanied by a tall man with black hair that sat on his dresser. You wanted to ask questions but you didn't want to pry too much

Soon Stefan came back with three condoms, you lifted a brow and giggled. "Three? Are you trying to kill me?" You asked in faux disbelief. You can handle three rounds but you aren't sure if he can, not with you

He laughed lowly while moving to hover over you. "Just hoping you can keep up" he said before pressing his lips against yours, you wrapped your arms around his neck and wrapped your legs around his waist as you pulled him closer and kissed him back harder. You could kiss Stefan forever, it was like your lips were made to be on his

You both grinded against each other before Stefan pulled back to start kissing down your neck. "Tell me what you like" he said as he nipped a sensitive part on your neck "I'm open to anything" he continued, detaching his lips from your neck so he could pull your shirt off, you complied by lifting your arms

"Mm" you moaned as he kissed around your breasts, you indeed wore no bra. Your breasts are big but not too big so you were able to pass without a bra sometimes. "I like rough but not too rough, I don't want to bleed. I like to be choked and please don't hesitate to leave marks, it turns me on". You placed a hand on the back of his head as he started sucking on one of your hard nipples. "If you're too silent I might get up and leave in the middle of it" you laughed when Stefan softly bit your nipple trying to hold back a laugh. "I'm serious, be vocal, I like to hear how good you feel" you said, looking down in time to see Stefan wink at you

"Of course I'll be vocal baby" he mumbled against your skin as he was switching to the other nipple. You shuddered at the pet name again and closed your eyes thinking of more things to tell him

"If I say pineapple that means stop"

Stefan released your nipple with a pop "you better pineapple the shit out of me if you feel any bit of discomfort, got it?" He said with a small smile. You replied with a simple yes before helping him pull his shirt off

This man was carved by angels then double checked by the Greek Gods, you've never seen abs so chiseled and defined. Your mouth hung open as you shamelessly swept his torso with your eyes. Is it weird to say someone has pretty nipples? It probably is but that didn't stop you. "You're nipples are so pretty" you blurted, mentally face palming yourself once you said it

"Thanks" Stefan smiled then pinched one of your nipples "so are yours"

"Just fuck me already" you huffed with a playful roll of your eyes

Stefan kissed you again as he pulled your pants and panties off, quickly pulling his pants and boxers off as well. He stared open mouthed at your pussy and you were about two seconds away from covering up before he began to run his fingers along your glistening folds. He spread you open with two fingers "fuck you're so wet" he removed his fingers and brought them to your lips, you willingly opened your mouth to taste yourself like he wanted you to

He watched you with a hungry look in his eyes which spurred you on more. As much as you wanted to get fucked, you loved the foreplay, you know your orgasm is going to be so much more intense when he does get around to fucking you. You dragged your tongue in between his two fingers and you sucked hard, reminding him of the blowjob you gave him back at the club. "Shit" he whispered, voice heavy with arousal. You released his fingers then watched him move down so his head could be between your thighs

"Gonna taste you first" he said then he stuffed his face into your pussy

You arched up and released a sigh when he licked a stripe up your core and to your clit. He wrapped his lips around it, sucking hard as you grabbed the sheets on either side of your head and squeezed your eyes shut. It felt so good and you wanted so badly to hump his face. "So good Stefan" you whined when he swirled his tongue around your clit then moved to push his tongue through your pulsating hole, using his thumb to rub your clit

It was messy, you were so wet for him and you could hear the way he slurps on your pussy, it pushed you closer and closer to the edge. He pushed two fingers into your hole at once and it felt so good with just a small sting. He hooked his fingers, hitting your g-spot right away. "Right there" you whined breathily, pushing back on his fingers

He was so good at this, knew exactly what to do with his fingers and mouth. But you needed more, you wanted to cum on his cock. You tapped his head "fuck me" you looked at him through half lidded eyes and squeezed your own nipples "I want you so bad" you said, moaning softly when his pressed a kiss to your core

Stefan nodded and quickly sat up on his knees and opened one of the condoms. You watched as he rolled it on then pumped himself a few times. It was hot, he was hot. "Relax for me, okay?" Stefan whispered, rubbing circles into your thighs as he lined himself up with your hole. A quiet moan left you as he pushed in excruciatingly slow, his eyes stuck on where you two are now connected. He rests his hand down on your mound, thumb rubbing small circles into your clit as he rocked his hips into yours

"Shit" Stefan muttered softly to himself. He hadn't really set a pace yet, just lazily rolling his hips and enjoying the feel of your warm, wet pussy squeezing him so tightly. "Fuck you feel so good" he grunted out as he began to speed up his thrusts, fucking into you so hard that his neighbors could probably hear the slap of skin against skin

Stefan slid his hand up your torso to squeeze one of your breasts, rolling your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. "Oh my God" your eyes rolled into the back of your head, his cock hit your g-spot with each thrust inside of you. You gripped his sheets to keep yourself from sinking your nails into his biceps. "Deeper please Stefan" you whined, not knowing how he could get any deeper but you need him to try

"Ride me" is what he replied "if you want it, then ride me" he challengingly quirked a brow and smirked. He was obviously teasing you but with no hesitation you put your hands on his shoulders and pushed him back, allowing his cock to slide out of you so you can hover above him

"You're so fucking sexy" He whispered as you positioned yourself above his cock and sunk down, he was just in you but the stretch was still there, it was a dull pain. His fingers dug into your sides harshly, hard enough to leave bruises and you'd smile about it if you weren't trying to fit his cock in you

You circled your hips a few times before lifting yourself up and slamming back down. You set the pace and made the movements quick and harsh. Stefan slid his hands down to your ass, helping you bounce up and down on him. "You ride me so well" Stefan groaned, eyebrows furrowing out of pleasure

You couldn’t help but clench around him from the endless praise, the action causing him to buck his hips as he moaned “yeah, just like that”. One particular swivel of your hips had you both groan in unison as you worked his cock to find your sweet spot. You locked into the feeling desperate to find it by grinding his cock deeper because it was right there, making your eyes roll backwards into your head. "Oh F-" you shuddered as you found the spot you were looking for

Stefan looked at you with eyes fogged with pure lust. There was no way he could close his eyes when you moved like that above him. He lifted his hips up to meet yours and although you weren't planning on cumming so quickly, that pushed so far over the edge, you couldn't even see straight as your orgasm knocked the breath out of you. Your vision was blurred, the dull ringing in your ears made your head pound and your body convulsed embarrassingly on top of Stefan

Your pussy fluttered violently around his cock, gripping onto it in a way that made Stefan's body shiver from pure pleasure. He’s moaning loudly, no longer being able to hold back. He brought a hand up to wrap around your throat as he planted his feet on the bed, sat up slightly and started fucking up so hard into you that you damn near saw stars

Both of you were sweating heavily and your skin was burning hot by now but you didn't want to stop, no matter how far you were pushed into oversensitivity

You could tell he was close when you felt him twitch inside of you so you used all of your energy to circle your hips to meet his thrust. "Fuck y/n" was the last thing you heard being whispered near your ear as he spilled inside of you, collapsing on top of you but not entirely as to not crush you

You both layed there for a few minutes breathing heavily. You tapped Stefan's shoulder to tell him to get off of you. With a sigh he pulled out of you and flopped onto your side, pulling off the condom and tying it up. "You're really a dream" he chuckled softly as he threw the condom into a small garbage bin by his bed

"So you've said" you looked at him and smiled. The silence was comfortable, just both of you basking in your post orgasm glow and waiting for your breathing to calm down. Suddenly your phone rang loudly, you sat up quick and felt around for it, picking your pants up off the floor and pulling it out of the back pocket

It was your mom calling, you looked at Stefan with wide eyes and put a finger over your lips. "Hello?" You stood up and paced the room, not bothering to even put your undergarments back on

"Y/n, where are you? It's almost one in the morning"

You bit back the scoff you so badly wanted to release "I'm with Stefan mom. Did you forget that you sent me off to get married to your boss's son?"

She sighed heavily, you could picture her leaning against the counter, rubbing her temples. "But that doesn't mean stay out all night doing God knows what! You still stay under my roof while you're here"

This time you did scoff, rolling your eyes as well "mom excuse my language but what the fuck?" You shook your head as Stefan looked over at you in concern "you begged me to leave the house with a random guy in hopes of me getting married so you can relive that through me, you don't get to lecture me when I don't come home for a couple of hours"

"Now Y/n watch-"

She tried to speak but you just needed to let this out so you interrupted her. "He could've been a serial killer or a kidnapper and if anything had gone left you wouldn't even be hearing my voice right now" you felt your eyes sting with tears, trying as best as you could to blink them back before they could fall "you're lucky that I'm with someone who actually makes me feel a bit safe. I'm not coming home tonight and I'll be packing tomorrow and going back to New York. I love you but I don't love the constant nagging about my love life, you don't respect me or my wishes mom. I'm sick of it" you tried to catch a tear before it slipped but it was too late "get some sleep okay? Goodnight, I love you" you hung up the phone and just stood there, butt naked and facing the wall with tears silently rolling down your face

You wiped your face and took breaths before turning around "uh, I'm gonna go" you walked to the bed and started putting your clothes back on and Stefan just watched. You didn't know if he wanted to say something or if he just didn't care but either way you just wanted to go. As you were putting your shirt on that's when Stefan got up, quickly going to his closet to rummage through a whole bunch of clothes. He pulled out a pair of black gym shorts and a white sleeveless t-shirt

"It's not much but if you uh, want you can take a shower here and stay here for tonight" he scratched the back of his head with one hand while he held out the clothes with the other, it even looked like he was blushing a little, you couldn't help but crack a small smile

You bit your lip to try to hold the smile back "are you sure? I don't want to impose or anything" you said while grabbing the clothes from him

"You're not imposing" he walked up to you and lifted your chin up with his fingers "don't let your mom force you to do anything you don't want to do" the look in his eye made you want to obey every word he said so you nodded your head. He searched your face "I'm serious y/n. I love my mom but if I had allowed her to force me into marriage I wouldn't be who I am today, doing what I love. You're a beautiful woman with a lot going for you, if marriage isn't what you want then don't do it"

Without really thinking about it you pulled him in for a kiss. Both of you were still naked but it wasn't a sex hungry, heat filled kiss, it was passionate and slow and it made butterflies flutter in your belly, you've never felt that before. You pulled away with a big, dopey smile on your face "I won't do anything I don't want to do" you whispered, biting your lip to conceal yet another smile

"So you wanted to kiss me like that?" He teased with a huge smile on his face. You turned away from him and began walking to the bathroom, answering his question by looking over your shoulder and inviting him in with a tilt of your head

"Come shower with me and I'll let you know what I really want"

He laughed loudly and you couldn't help but join in, it was so contagious. "Oh you crazy crazy girl" he said as he followed behind you, ready for whatever you had to offer him

Maybe you don't plan on getting married anytime soon or dating to be honest but Stefan has become a constant in your life and you'd like to keep it that way and when the time comes when you both want to settle down, it wouldn't be too bad if it was with him

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“This is honestly pathetic.” Stefan's voice rang through the room. He followed the smell of blood all the way up to his room, only to find Y/N guzzling on blood bags for the hospital.

Y/N had blood bags scattered all over the floor and Y/N was currently sucking on another one as his face was morphed into one of pure bliss. The taste of stored blood was heavy on his tongue. When he heard Stefan's voice, he turned and snarled.

“Get out of here, Stefan.”

“Or what? You'll hurt me?” Stefan asked with a smirk. “You're still a baby vampire compared to me. You can drink the hospital dry of blood bags, but at the end of the day, I'll still kick your ass.”

“What do you want, Stefan? Leave me alone.” Y/N said. Stefan could detect a broken plea in Y/N's voice. He wasn't handling this well. His hands were shaky, pupils were dilated and his clothes were covered in blood. He was like a junkie who couldn't keep it together. It was honestly a sight to behold. Usually it was Stefan with the control issues, but after Elena broke his heart and hooked up with his brother; Stefan's never felt better after turning off his humanity.

“I wanna help you. Teach you to control your hunger.” Stefan said, walking towards Y/N, kneeling down and stroking his cheeks softly. “Had me two tonight. Guy and a girl. It was so easy. Gave them flirty glances and they were like worms on a hook.” Stefan's voice was lower and huskier with each word that came out of his mouth. “Back of my car. Slipped my fingers inside her wet folds and she was moaning, grabbing my hair and shit.”

Y/N remained quiet, but Stefan wasn't finished just yet. He would break Y/N, and it wouldn't be hard to do. He was already gone.

“Took the guy into my mouth, and sucked him down all the way to the root. Bobbed my head up and down until he filled my mouth with his creamy load.” Stefan whispered in Y/N's ear, watching the younger vampire shiver with excitement. The older vampire could smell Y/N's arousal. He was liking this story.

Stefan smiled cruelly. “Then I took them. Right then and there in the backseat. Sucked them dry of their blood, and it tasted so primal, that I can still feel it on my fucking tongue. Wanna taste?”

It was evident that Y/N was aroused, and Stefan knew that he was aroused because new vampires were always horny; Stefan certainly was when he became a vampire. He was being an asshole. A jerk. He was basically Damon, but with better hair. And yeah, this might have been a small revenge on Elena for what she did to Stefan, so in return; he turned her brother into his sex toy.

The older vampire held out his wrists invitingly. Y/N looked at him and snarled. “Fuck you!” Stefan smirks. “Oh, you want that too? Little bit fast for me on the first date, but I'm flexible.” He jokes.

“I'm warning you, Stefan. Go away and leave me alone, or you'll be sorry.” Y/N warned, but there was a slight whimper in his tone. He was losing control. Bit by bit, Stefan was making him come undone by his dirty words alone.

“Maybe I want you to make me very sorry. Maybe I want you to hold me down, and fuck me into the floor until it breaks.” Stefan said in a lustful voice. “Or maybe… you'll let me fuck you for hours on end. In every position and surface imaginable, while you moan like a cheap whore for me as I pound your tight ass and slutty mouth.”

Y/N pounced on Stefan. Pinned the older vampire to the ground, face twisted in fury and anger, but also lust and desire. His eyes were bloodshot and his fangs were out. They both knew Stefan was strong enough to push Y/N off him. Stefan was older and stronger than him and as the ripper… Y/N stood no chance of winning an actual fight, but this was something else entirely.

Stefan smirks as he reaches out and grabs the back of Y/N's head and pulls him down for a kiss. Unlike the soft and sweet kisses Stefan used to give Elena when they were together; this kiss was different. It was rough and dirty and full of unbridled vampire lust.

Y/N moans in protest when Stefan pulls away from his lips and holds up his wrist. You want it? They're still warm in my blood. Take it.”

Y/N bit down immediately, no reservations, groaning deep and needy as teeth penetrated and blood began to flow. Stefan gasped,cock instantly getting hard as the younger vampire sucked him off. So to speak.

“That's it. Good boy.” Stefan praised, running his fingers through Y/N's hair as he greedily drank from Stefan. It was so hot watching Y/N so wrung out and desperate for it. Stefan might have to fuck him after he's had his fill of blood.

It was a flash of quick hands; Stefan had both their cocks out and was stroking them fast and hard. Y/N moans around Stefan's wrist as the older vampire was quickly bringing him to a quick orgasm. “Oh, fuck!”

“Yeah? You like that, baby? Like me stroking your hard cock?” Stefan grunts out.

“Please?” Y/N begs, blood dripping down his mouth. Stefan smirks as he speeds up the process, using vampire speed to really get Y/N off. The younger vampire shivered and moaned for Stefan.

“Please what? Tell me what you want.”

“Please make me cum.”

Stefan grins. He won. Y/N was now his to play with and torture. Fuck Elena. “Cum for me. You can be a good boy and cum for me can't you?”

Y/N groans and moans as he shot his load all over Stefan's pants and shirt, row and row of cum covering his clothes in their sticky fluid. Stefan came after, painting Y/N's jeans white as he leaned upward and kissed him feverishly, biting down hard on his lips even to draw blood as it was a bloody kiss. Literally.

Stefan looks up at the younger vampire and chuckles. “You're mine now.” He kissed him again.

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PROLOGUE

FATAL ATTRACTION - a stiles stilinski story

summary: Sera Salvatore moved to Beacon Hills for a break from the supernatural. But her life was once again turned upside down when she and her two best friends get thrown head first into a world of werewolves and mystery. But it’s hard for her to protect her friends when a single werewolf bite is what could kill her for good…

WARNINGS: mentions of blood

a/n: this is just the intro ! future parts will be longer, that’s where the story really begins ;)

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Beacon Hills was supposed to be a sanctuary from all things supernatural.

After what felt like over a century (because it was), Sera Salvatore needed a break.

Which was admittedly a little hypocritical considering she herself was a vampire, but she was desperate for an escape from all the drama and chaos that her family - namely her brothers - had brought to Mystic Falls. So she decided to start afresh, again.

After only one year of living back in her hometown, she picked up and went to the furthest most point in the continental United States, which just so happened to land her here. From Georgia, all the way to sunny California. It would be a nice change.

She was fortunate enough that she could pass as quite young whenever she settled in a new place. With the help of makeup, clothing, and a healthy amount of dishonesty she managed to blend into freshman year at Beacon Hills High without anyone even batting an eye.

It was now one year ago today that she had started her first day, which turned out to be a breeze.

January 3rd, 2010

“You’re humiliating,” I expressed my annoyance flatly as I stood by the door, waiting for my brother to let go of my jacket that he had been straightening before I left the house.

He patted my shoulder with a motherly smile as if he was sending his child off to kindergarten, then took a step back to play the role further.

“Have you got everything?” he asked as he nodded to my bag.

I let out a breathy chuckle. I didn’t hate him as much as I let on… mostly.

“I packed you a blood bag for lunch,” he continued, that smirk of his right at home on his smug face - never a dull moment.

My hand reached for my keys on the side table as I walked backward towards the door, shaking my head to stop my lips from forming a smile of their own. “How thoughtful,” I retorted sarcastically.

But just as I was about to step outside I stopped to say one last thing, “Thanks for helping me move in and all,” my tone was much more genuine than it typically was when speaking to him, but I really was grateful.

Moving across the country would’ve been infinitely harder without his company on the road, and without being able to play the little sister card and sit back while he does the heavy lifting. But… and I would never admit it… but even now, starting a new school was just as scary as it always has been and a part of me liked that I had my big brother there to see me off.

I quickly cut our sappy little chat short with another comment, “But, I expect you to be gone when I get home.” I arched an eyebrow and pointed a finger at him.

He was definitely the fun brother, but with fun comes impulsivity - a trait that must be genetic, and must have skipped my twin - and with impulsivity comes a long string of ‘animal attacks’. And that was exactly the drama in question that I wanted to escape, so I had brought along a surplus of blood bags to hold me until I found a more permanent solution.

He held his hands up in surrender, “I’ll be out within the hour.”

“Okay. I’ll see ya,” I said finally as I stepped outside, hiding from the brisk winter cold in the confines of my leather jacket.

My words were met with another smile and a nod from my brother before he spoke again. “Tell me how it went when you’re home.” The protective mother was back. But this time, it wasn’t just a joke, he was lucky we had no witnesses since he’d hate to ruin his tough-guy persona.

I almost laughed at him again, but I didn’t. As humans me and my brothers were incredibly close, but over time that faded. Me and our other brother never really settled that, but over the past year back in Mystic Falls me and the eldest fell back into old patterns.

“I will,” I gave in with a joking eye-roll. “Bye Damon,” I waved his way.

“Bye Seffie,” he returned, getting a kick out of my suddenly sour face.

Seffie. A nickname he saddled me with at the age of 4 and has stuck with me ever since. But my real name was a mouthful, so I chose to go by Sera - a fact Damon will insist on disregarding for the rest of our eternal lives.

As I walked away my once friendly hand gesture turned into a middle finger as I heard him laugh behind me and shut the door as I made my way to my new school.

The moment I stepped foot in the doors I noticed some heads turn, some overheard whispers from passers-by that fuelled my ego just that bit more as I walked up to reception and signed in.

First-period English went smoothly, then it was History which ironically was focused on the confederacy (not me and my siblings' proudest fight). And it was safe to say the teacher was thoroughly impressed with my knowledge on the subject, little did he know I quite literally lived it.

But after class was when my day took a turn.

“1076, 1076,” I repeated under my breath as I went to scour the halls for my new locker, but the break rush made my search all the more difficult with what felt like a million people charging around.

But finally, I seemed to be in luck as I read the numbers to my right; 1080, 1079, 1078, 1077, and…

Crash.

I took a deep breath and a frustrated sigh at the smug-faced, blond jock who had just practically booked it into my side, knocking all of my books out of my hands, and causing me to jump at the deafening sound of them hitting the tile floor. ‘Great,’ I thought satirically. The prick didn’t even bother to look back! Let alone be kind enough to help me pick them back up again.

But someone else did. In fact, two other boys seemed to have played witness and immediately came scrambling up to my side.

“Hey, uh-” the one with darker features and a crooked jawline, giving him a somewhat goofy smile stuttered, stopping after his friend who stood politely next to him not-so-subtly jabbed him in the side with his elbow, causing him to bring a hand to it and shoot his friend a glare.

“What he meant to say was, do you want a hand with that?” The slightly taller friend with the buzzed brown hair asked after his friend's failure to do so.

I could do nothing but laugh slightly at both of their clear excitement and reply with a smile, “I’d love one.”

Picking up books was a simple task that I most definitely could’ve done myself in probably half the time, but nothing compared to watching them both drop to the floor and bat at each other's hands in a frantic competition to ‘help the most.’ My smile grew wider and I brought a hand up to rest on my forehead. This was already a refreshing change since none of the boys back home would have ever done the same.

Soon, they both stood back up in front of me, proud looks on both of their faces as they put the books in my open locker for me.

“Thank you,” I chuckled in response.

“No problem,” the more hyper one added before quickly speaking again at a constant, lightning pace. “I’m Stiles, by the way,” he gestured to himself, “and this is my buddy, Scott,” his hand moved over to pat the other boy on the shoulder.

“Nice to meet you, Stiles and Scott,” I nodded back at them, still trying to bite back an amused grin, “I’m Sera.”

“You’re new here right?” Scott spoke again with an innocent look of pure curiosity.

I put my hands together behind my back and rocked on my heels slightly, “Mhm, started this morning,” a somewhat nervous chuckle left my lips, which the one called Stiles seemed to pick up on because he quickly interjected.

“I mean, we’d be happy to show you ‘round if you wanna hang with us,” he offered, a hopeful shrug on his shoulders and a pout on his lips.

“Wouldn’t we, Scott,” he then batted the back of his hand against his friend’s arm, glaring at him to respond.

Scott quickly blinked and nodded rapidly, “Oh, yeah, of course.”

I bit my lip in contemplation, they did seem awfully nice. “I’d love to, but I’ve gotta go to the office quickly, but maybe I’ll catch up with you guys later,” my counter seemed to be accepted without a second thought as I studied their expressions.

When I stepped backward I noticed how they didn’t leave just yet, so I said, “Bye boys, I’ll see you around,” with a small wiggle of my fingers as a wave.

“See you around, Sera,” Stiles repeated as he and Scott both mimicked my step back, his hand raising up to do a little salute before we turned our backs to each other.

I could not help the quiet giggle that escaped my mouth after I was out of their eyeline, but I also could not help but hear what they were saying to each other down the hall.

“Why the fuck did you salute?” Scott whispered, hitting Stiles back in retaliation for earlier.

“I- I don’t know, okay?” Stiles replied slightly panicked.

My smile grew. What idiots.

As for the conversation with the receptionist, it went smoothly with a little help from my immaculate ‘people skills’.

“I’m sorry but we insist on transcripts. And your immunisation records seem to be missing,” the lady said, peering over her glasses as she looked through my files.

My sigh was followed by me leaning forward, looking into her eyes as I watched her pupils dilate - she just had to make this more difficult.

“Please look again, I’m sure you’ll find everything you’re looking for.” A proud smirk laced my lips as she did exactly that, nodding and sending me on my way. Too easy.

During lunch, I did end up joining the boys at their table, taking a seat next to Stiles and definitely not missing the wide-eyed look he gave to Scott, along with his stuttered breath as I leaned over him to reach my pen that had rolled across the table.

The portrayal of vampires in Twilight had always annoyed me due to its incredible inaccuracy, but it was beyond amusing how easy it was for me to read their minds, even without special powers.

That day had ended with new numbers in everyone’s phones and Sera scoring a new ride to school and back every day in her new friend’s beaten-up old Jeep (which she thought had enough charm to distract from the deafening sound it made when running).

And from that moment forward, the three were inseparable.

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੭ु⁾ ⚜ dating elijah mikaelson

❥ flora's notes : this took me soooo long and for no specific reason😭 also im deeply in love with elijah, thank u

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⚜. elijah is a gentleman and knows all the secrets to make your heart melt. sidewalk rule, holding doors for you, paying for your meals, cute gifts, he knows it all.

⚜. he loves when you wear his shirt after you spent a night together. he just thinks the oversized look of it on you makes you look very cute and sexy.

⚜. one of his main principles is to allow you to make your own choices. the fact that your decisions may sometimes displease him does not mean that he does not respect your independence.

⚜. speaking of which, he enjoys people who can handle themselves. personality traits that he admires most include independence, strong-willedness, and devotedness. he wants someone who is like him. it is easier for him to love someone he understands and who understands him. therefore, he would want someone willing to fight for his family and he will fight for yours too.

⚜. elijah loves taking you on fancy dates but he mostly does it to see you in a dress. his favourite colour on you is red (no pun intended with the blood💀, he just thinks it's hot). he enjoys spending time with you at night the most though and will take you on night walks/night swims every chance he gets.

⚜. he shows you off at balls and buys you the dresses. he makes you twirl around in them in the middle of the ballroom, so that everybody stares at you. he smiles when he sees the look on people's faces, awestruck by his gorgeous partner. he's so proud to have someone like you.

⚜. not big on pda but he loves caressing your hand and kissing your forehead. when you two are around people who look at you in a flirty type of way or just hinting that they want you, he will wrap a protective arm around your waist and tell them to piss off in his usual noble manner. however, he is up for a fight if the need arises.

⚜. he always compliments you. there hasn't been a day where he didn't find you attractive. "you look absolutely breathtaking y/n", "you light up the whole room, just with your smile". he wants you to never doubt your inner and outer beauty, to him you are pure perfection.

⚜. elijah wishes to be a dad and would be an amazing one at that. he would put his partner and his child's happiness first. he would also want to get married : after spending a lifetime trying to find a long-lasting love, he wants to put a ring on it quite quickly, in fear that he might lose you and what you built together.

⚜. fails to have a peaceful sleep if he dienst have you in his arms. since esther tortured him, he struggles with night terrors and seeing you by his side, hearing you in his mind is such a relief. it always encourages him to come out of his trance.

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michaelslover · 9 months

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hi can you make headcanons about yandere klaus mikaelson (romantic)

Hi anon! Thank you for your request. Have fun reading :)

KLAUS MIKAELSON YANDERE HEADCANONS

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x gn!reader

Trigger warnings: Yandere!Klaus Mikaelson, age gap (mans is 1000+ years old), obsession, mention of killing and blood

English isn’t my first language!

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When Klaus first saw you, he was mesmerised. You were the most beautiful person he has ever laid his eyes on. The way you carry yourself and light up the room with your contagious laughter.

Yes, the (old) hybrid fell in love with you on first sight and trust me, he can’t believe it either.

When he first asked you out on a date you were excited. Of course you noticed him as well. People talk, as well as your friendgroup. It’s safe to say that they don’t like him that much.

You, on the other hand, grew to like him pretty fast. He wrapped you around his finger and promised to show you the world. And he never breaks promises.

The darkness that surrounds him, the unbelievable charm, his golden curls and small dimples. The way his eyes light up when he looks at you, the fire you feel in your chest whenever he walks past you or gives you one of „those looks“. You can’t get enough of this man and he knows it. He enjoys it.

But don’t you worry, he is as obsessed with you as you are with him. The love he has for you is deep.

He would kill for you. There is no line in this world that he wouldn’t cross for you.

Someone gives you a dirty look? He gives you their heart on a silver plate. How about a dumb comment? Don’t worry darling, he’s very skilled when it comes to slitting someone’s throat open and kissing you whilst doing so.

He would go on his knees for you. He would give you everything. Manipulate and kill anyone who gets in his way. It’s like he’s bound to you.

You drive him crazy.

When you told him that a guy at work was flirting with you and made attempts to get closer to you, the hybrid would come home covered in blood of your so beloved coworker, having done god knows what to him.

Klaus even goes as far as holding your hand, kissing you and caressing your tender skin in public. It’s like no one’s watching when you’re together.

And if someone’s watching then he makes sure to show them who you belong to. Having an arm tightly wrapped around your waist and pulling you close to his body.

I feel like he would want you both to wear matching bracelets. You know the cute, black ones with silver pearls? Or you would get a matching tattoo ;)

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xvxni · 2 months

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The Vampire Diaries Masterlist

REQUESTS ARE OPEN.

Let's get started!

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓥𝓪𝓶𝓹𝓲𝓻𝓮 𝓓𝓲𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼/ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓞𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓼

𝒞𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝐹𝑜𝓇𝒷𝑒𝓈

Lady In Shining Armour

Due to the recent arrival of the Mikaelsons in town, your best friend Caroline doesn't have time for you anymore. It hurts to see you and the girl who has known since you were in diapers grow apart. But when she saves your life, confessions follow up and you realize that vampires are not the only things immortal...

Angst, fluff ---- COMING SOON!

Outing

Caroline is so not in high spirits, but you know just the thing to cheer up everyone's favourite blonde.

Fluff, a lil' bit of angst ---- COMING SOON!

Dating Miss Mystic Falls

Headcanons of you dating (let's face it) the best Miss Mystic Falls the town has ever had.

Fluff, smut, possibly angst ---COMING SOON!

Nothing... yet.

𝓑𝓸𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓮 𝓑𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓽𝓽

Control

You're new at being a witch and you're not great at controlling your magic. You realise that your older sister Bonnie is the only one who can help you, but you got into a terrible fight with her just a few days back... but blood is thicker than water.

Angst, fluff ----COMING SOON!

Diary Entry

You're crushing on the supposed nemesis of the gang, Klaus Mikaelson, who earns a vivid diary entry. Your friend Bonnie finds out. Disaster ensues.

Angst ---UNDER HEAVY PROGRESS

Best Summer

Headcanons of you and your best friend Bonnie spending the best summer ever.

Fluff, fluff, fluff! ---COMING SOON!

Assurance

Amidst the supernatural chaos of Mystic Falls, you and your friends are fighting everyday for your lives. It is easy to be scared, but why fear when Bonnie is here?

Fluff, possibly angst ---COMING SOON!

𝓔𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓪 𝓖𝓲𝓵𝓫𝓮𝓻𝓽

Baking Lessons

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that two crafty teenage girls in the kitchen is the perfect recipe for a disaster.

Fluff, fluff, fluff! ---COMING SOON!

Fragments

You are the youngest Gilbert, who recently found out that you had been compelled to leave town. You lose your trust in your eldest sibling, Elena.

Angst ---COMING SOON!

Nothing... yet.

𝓢𝓽𝓮𝓯𝓪𝓷 𝓢𝓪𝓵𝓿𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓮

Burn

I'm just loving that dress on you. Let's burn it.

Smut ---UNDER HEAVY PROGRESS

It Has Always Been You

Under a state of intoxication (was it just the alcohol?), you reveal your darkest desires to Stefan, who does his best to make them come true.

Smut, fluff ---UNDER HEAVY PROGRESS

Nothing... yet.

Moment

Amid the supernatural occurrings of Mystic Falls, you and your boyfriend Stefan finally find a moment for yourselves.

Fluff ---COMING SOON!

𝓓𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓷 𝓢𝓪𝓵𝓿𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓮

Phone Sex

The title says it all...

Smut ----COMING SOON!

Weekend

Headcanons of how you and your boyfriend Damon spend the weekend.

Slight smut, fluff ---COMING SOON!

𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼

𝓞𝓷𝓮

Apology

Your boyfriend Damon has been acting very possessive and controlling and you get into a huge fight with him. You go out for a drive to clear your head but end up in an accident instead. Damon finds you and takes you home, making up for everything he had done.

ANGST, fluff

Requested by: @imagine-all-the-fandoms

The Mikaelsons Masterlist here

Hola, mis amigos!

I'm Avani. I'm new here and I mostly write for myself, but I read all these wonderful stories here and I wanted to share my work as well. I live for books. I'm particularly drawn to classics and I just love the enemies to lovers trope. Cats are love and they should totally rule the world!

I'm also an amateur writer, an artist and I love cooking. I'm a Scorpio and my house is Ravenclaw. I have a knack of being obsessed with everything and anything I come across. I mostly write on Bridgerton and TVDU.

I'm an Elijah girl and have a thing for chin dimples and bespoken suits.

You can find me under #xvxni posts .

XOXO,

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multiversediaries · 2 years

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forbidden attraction

dbf!stefan salvatore x reader

summary: you have been in love with your dad’s best friend for many years now.

warnings: 18+, age gap, forbidden relationship, mentions of blood, pet names, strong language, smut!!

part count: 2/2

it has been a while since that day at the woods with stefan. you had stopped hunting with him. you just stopped all contact with him. you were avoiding him left and right. you needed to move on from him. he’d never want you. and you knew that.

avoiding him was quite hard. since he spent a lot of time at your house, with your father. so you made sure to always be out of the house whenever he came by. you came up with excuses whenever the salvatores invited you guys to their mansion. from having to study for your finals, to made up trips. you soon ran out of excuses.

you were forced to attend a small get together. your father was hosting it. everyone would come. elena, bonnie, caroline, matt, all of your friends. you felt so bad, unintentionally distancing yourself from your friends because of him. so you decided to appear even if it was for a few hours. stefan shouldn’t have this much control over you. it’s time you step up and take decision for yourself. your happiness.

“y/n! it feels like i haven’t seen you in so long!” elena exclaimed once she saw you. you giggled, wrapping your arms around her, embracing her in a tight hug.

“i’m glad to see you’re well.” you replied, grinning at your friend. she smiled, soon walking back to damon’s arms. your eyes locked with stefan’s, the smile on your face disappearing in an instant. you took a deep breath, shaking your head. tonight is about you.

the night has passed fairly quick. you were all sitting on the living room, drinking and catching up. the mikaelsons came back to mystic falls, after many years of living in new orleans. you wondered if they came to stay. your thoughts were soon interrupted by matt.

“how’s your transition going, y/n? i remember how it was for elena. i hope it’s not as difficult for you.” matt spoke, earning a soft smile from you. matt has always been so caring.

“it’s going well for now! i kinda dig it.” you confessed, elena laughing at your comment.

“at least someone likes it.” elena replied, a giggle leaving your mouth. you remember how hard it was on her. however, you liked it. you liked the thrill, the heightened emotions, everything.

“and the feeding?” bonnie shyly asked. she knew it was a sensitive topic. you sighed softly, feeling stefan’s eyes on you.

“caroline had been helping me hunt animals for now— just not ready for human blood.” you chuckled breathlessly, everyone nodding in understanding. however, you heard stefan chuckle under his breath, probably thinking how ridiculous it was, that you were avoiding him to the point of getting caroline to train you instead. it was absurd to him.

“you’re missing out.” damon said across the room. you rolled your eyes at him. you were about to reply. that was until your father spoke.

“y/n, dear. can you please go get some more liquor?” asked your father. you nodded, standing up from your seat and heading over towards the kitchen. you made it to the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing another bottle of liquor.

“it’s been a while since i last saw you, love.” you heard kol say behind you. you smiled, turning around to face him. he looked exactly the same. you hadn’t seen him since he left mystic falls, you were about eighteen by then.

“you haven’t changed at all, kol.” you smiled, leaning over the kitchen counter. kol chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving yours.

“well, you have. you have grown into a gorgeous young woman.” kol said softly, making your cheeks flush. you looked down, attempting to hide your obvious blush. it just felt so good to be seen as a woman.

“you think so?” you asked, insecurity running through your entire body. kol tilted his head in confusion. he couldn’t understand why you’d even ask something like that.

“of course, darling. why would you even think you’re not?” he asked, walking closer to you, placing a strand of your hair behind your ear. he lifted up your chin, truly bewildered at your comment. you were absolutely beautiful.

“what is it? is your boyfriend not appreciating you enough?” kol asked, and you laughed at his comment.

“boyfriend?”

“don’t you have a boyfriend?”

“of course not.” you replied, laughing. kol was dumbfounded.

“of course not?” he repeated, mostly baffled by the way you talked about yourself. how could such an attractive woman put herself down so much?

“do you want one?” kol asked, his eyes never leaving yours. your mouth almost dropped at his words.

“w—what?” you asked, stunned by the way kol seemed to be acting. you were truly shocked at the fact that the kol mikaelson, the extremely handsome original vampire, seemed to be flirting with you. you saw kol smirk, leaning down.

“well, do you?” he asked. you couldn’t hide your utter amusement. your cheeks red and warm. you giggled, looking down once again. kol chuckled, his hand now on your waist. you didn’t know how to feel about this. you didn’t knew how it felt to be looked at, and desired by anyone.

it felt so good.

“let me know if you happen to chance your mind, gorgeous. i’ll make it worth your while.” kol said, planting a soft kiss to your cheek. you bit your lip, trying your hardest to hide a smile. he chuckled, noticing your behavior.

“cute.” kol said, taking the liquor bottles into his hands and walking away from you, back to the living room. on his way out, he locked eyes with stefan, who was just standing by the door frame of the kitchen. stefan had listened. and he was unexplainably enraged. stefan walked closer to you, yet you hadn’t noticed him yet. you only stood, with a hand where kol’s lips just were. which made him even more furious.

“what the fuck are you doing?” stefan spoke up. you looked up, startled by him. you hadn’t noticed him until now. you sighed. you didn’t want to deal with this.

“not now, stefan.” you breathed out, already exhausted and the conversation hadn’t even started. you tried walking away from him, yet he held you back. you looked at him, shocked.

“why were you flirting with him?— he’s dangerous, what the hell are you thinking?” he asked, anger in his voice. you shook his hand off you, now irritated by him.

“why do you care?”

“i just do.”

“sure you do.” you replied, attempting to walk away from him again, yet to no avail.

“don’t you dare walk away from me— why have you been avoiding me?” stefan asked, annoyed by the way you were acting. you looked at him, amused.

“are you being serious?” you asked. stefan sighed, letting go off your arm. “you said i make you sick.”

“i did not say that.” he argued, towering over you. you laughed bitterly in reply.

“yeah, well, that’s what you implied.” you replied. stefan ran a hand through his head in annoyance. why were you acting like this?

“why are you acting like such a brat?” he asked through his teeth, he could feel his anger increase by the minute. you chuckled.

“i’m just a kid, remember?” you replied, angrily. you smiled sarcastically at him. that was the comment that broke something inside of him.

“is that what this is about, huh?” stefan asked, chuckling under his breath, pushing you against the counter. his two arms blocking your escape routs, as he leaned over you. “answer me, sweetheart.”you looked down at the ground. you were undeniably nervous, he was so dangerously close. you could smell his strong cologne. this was dangerous and you knew that.

“you just don’t— you don’t notice me.” you confessed, shyly. you frowned at your own words. “i’m a big girl now, stefan, but you only think of me as a kid, and it hurts, okay?” you said, looking up to meet his eyes. stefan only listened to you talk.

“i’m so in love with you, and you just don’t notice me, you— you never will.” you finished, looking down once again. stefan exhaled, hating himself for making you feel like this.

“oh, baby. is that what you think?” stefan whispered softly, his finger lifting up your chin to meet his eyes. “of course i notice you. i would notice you in a room full of people.” you tilted your head, confused.

“but you— you said—” you said, recalling that day at the woods. stefan interrupted you.

“i know what i said, alright? i didn’t mean any of that. it’s just— how do you think i feel? i’m crazy about my best friend’s daughter, for fucks sake.” stefan confessed. you froze in place.

crazy about you?

“i think about you every second of everyday. of how sweet you must taste, how gorgeous your moans must sound. fuck— you just don’t get it.” stefan said, his head leaning back, sighing. you were speechless, yet you kept getting wet by every word that left his lips.

“it’s wrong, i know it is. and your father’s going to fucking kill me. but god, i need to have you— need you to be mine.” stefan said, almost in a whisper, leaning down, his lips just hovering over yours.

“stefan…” you whimpered, squeezing your legs together. you couldn’t believe this was happening. stefan looked at your seductively.

“what is it, baby? you want me to stop, mhm?” stefan teased, his lips now leaving soft kisses by your neck. you bit your lip, hiding your moans. you cursed under your breath, shaking your head.

“then jump, baby.” stefan said, before helping you sit in the counter. his lips quickly attached to yours, kissing you with hunger. he wanted you so bad. “god, you don’t know how much i have fantasized about you, about this.” stefan said, his lips still attached to yours, you moaned into his mouth. you just can’t believe this.

“stefan— not here, we can’t—” you managed to speak between moans. stefan interrupted you by a rough kiss in your lips, his tongue completely dominated against yours. you just had the sweetest taste.

“i’ll be fast, i promise. i just need to taste you right now.” stefan said after breaking the kiss. he started kneeling in front of you, pulling your legs apart. he cursed under his breath, by the sight of your damped underwear. you were so thankful you wore a short skirt that night. stefan bit his lip, moving your underwear to the side, revealing your glistening cunt.

stefan didn’t lose another second and tasted you. his tongue licked you fully, moaning at your taste. you tasted heavenly. his mouth devoured you, as if he was a thirsty, dying man. your hands were tangled on his hair, and your legs rested on his strong shoulders. stefan’s hands laid on your thighs, holding you in place, making sure you wouldn’t pull away from him. he was far from being done with you.

“oh my god…” you moaned under your breath, needing to be quiet. but it was so difficult when stefan knew exactly what he was doing. he knew how to eat you out just right. you were in pure bliss, your eyes rolling back into your head, overwhelmed by the pleasure. it wasn’t just the way he was sucking, and licking your folds, but also the fact that it was him.

“you taste so much better than i imagined, doll. going to be so fucking addicted to you.” stefan grunted against your core. his lips sucking you desperately. you were a dream come true to stefan. he knew it was wrong. even if you were an adult, it somehow felt wrong. but he couldn’t stop the obvious attraction he felt towards you, after you became this breathtaking, mouthwatering woman.

“gonna come— please.” you whispered, the grip on his hair tightening, as you pushed him deeper into your core. his mouth worked wonders on you, until you came in his mouth. stefan licked you clean, as if he didn’t want to stop, because he didn’t. he stood back up, licking his lips afterwards. he bit his bottom lip, now standing between your open legs, his bulge brushing against you. you gasped.

“you’re mine. my girl— are we clear?” stefan said sternly, his face in the crook of your neck, planting sloppy kisses. your hand ran to his hair yet again, moaning silently.

“yours.” you whimpered in reply, nodding your head. “i’ve always been.” you finished, panting still. your other hand resting in his strong chest. stefan pulled away from your neck and looked at you, smirking. his thumb softly rubbed your bottom lip, a small grin on his face.

“such a good girl.”

#tvd #the vampire diaries #stefan salvatore x y/n #stefan salvatore x reader #tvd stefan #stefan salvatore #stefan salvatore smut #stefan salvatore angst #damon salvatore x y/n #damon salvatore x reader #damon salvatore imagine #stefan salvatore imagine #tvd smut #tvd imagine

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ejlovespie · 2 years

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Uncomplicated

Pairing: Stefan Salvatore x fem!vampire!reader

Summary: Things get a little heated when you offer Stefan to drink from you…

Words: 1.1K (This went a tad long for a drabble...whoops!)

Warnings / Tags: 18+ vampire biting & blood sharing / mild smut / touching / implied sex

A/N: @akshi8278 Thank you for participating in this game of mine and thank you for following my blog and reading/sharing my work. You were one of my first followers when I started posting a few years ago and every time I see your handle come up, it makes me smile. <3 You have made a big impression on me and have pushed me to keep writing. I appreciate you so much and hope you like this little fic. :) xoxo -EJ

P.S. This is my first Stefan fic *squeal!* I loved writing him!

“I’m sorry, Y/N but no. Absolutely not.” Stefan is shaking his head at you, jaw tight and lips set in a firm, unhappy line.

You whine and put on the best, biggest, puppy-dog-eyed performance you have ever given and it's Oscar worthy because you’re desperate to get Stefan to agree. When he finally looks at you, his hazel eyes go dark as he shakes his head at you. Mentally digging in your heels, you hit him with the main point of your argument again.

“Stef, please. It’s perfectly safe and you’ll get more drinking from me than you will with any innocent woodland creature. Plus, I’ve heard all the talk. A lot of vampires do this all the time and I really think this is your best option here. I'm just asking you to try it. Please?”

Wearing dark jeans, boots, and a tan long-sleeved henley, your best friend is standing stiffer than his ‘hero hair.’ With the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, you try not to stare at his muscled arms crossed over his broad chest. Stubborn, you mimic his stance and stick out your bottom lip in a playful pout until he rolls his pretty eyes at you and drops his arms. You’re currently squaring off in the sitting room of the Salvatore house. If you could feel any fluctuation in temperature, you might shiver at the slight breeze coming in through the open window or warm from the heat coming off the fire in the harth. Stefan finally sits, his daylight ring glinting from the light of the fireplace as he pours both of you another drink. Accepting the offered glass, you study the bourbon decanter on the coffee table and take a sip. You both sit in tense silence for a long moment before you break it.

Your voice comes out softer than you mean it to when you ask, “Just tell me why. Why are you so dead-set against this? Why won’t you even try? Is it me? I know it’s kind of an..intimate thing but..would it really be that bad?”

Stefan sighs. It’s prolonged and heavy with exasperation. Closing his eyes, he throws back the rest of his drink like it’s an Olympic sport before setting the glass down on the table in front of him.

Turning his body to face you, he says, “Y/N..you don’t know what you’re asking..what you’re offering. I know you’re trying to help but this could complicate our relationship. Blood sharing is..uh..personal and the others that do this all the time are couples.”

Heat creeps up your neck and cheeks from his low words and direct stare. You understood the implication of what he was saying but you didn’t care. Stefan’s health and wellbeing was more important to you than an awkward moment in your long-standing friendship. Making the decision to put him first, whether he saw it that way or not, you set your glass down before bringing your wrist to your mouth. Stefan begins to argue again but you ignore his protests as your fangs elongate and you bite into the vein inside your wrist. Looking at Stefan, you hold it out to him and wait. Your chest tightens at the sallowness in his skin and the sunken, purple bruises under his eyes. Guilt sours your stomach. You waited too long, let him starve himself too much before finally gaining enough courage to offer this to him.

With parted lips, Stefan stares at the small trail of bright red blood dripping from the wound on your wrist down your extended arm. After a moment, a soft sound escapes his throat and his eyes begin to shift from human to predator.

Scooting closer to him on the couch, you bring your bleeding wrist a little closer to his face and murmur, “Stop fighting me. Please, just take it. I’m a vampire, not a human. You’ll be able to stop.”

Unable to hold back from the temptation any longer, Stefan grabs you, gentler than you thought possible with how starved he was, and brings your open wound to his lips. He hovers there for a second and locks eyes with you before finally biting into your torn flesh. You both groan quietly as the first drops of your blood fall onto his tongue. It doesn’t take long for the blood flow to increase and you moan softly as Stefan begins to drink feely from you. Heat pools in your belly and time slows to a crawl as your best friend's strong arms pull you, soft and pliant, into his lap.

The room is filled with the soft sound of the crackling fire and the low, needy sounds coming from both of you. You melt into each other and it doesn’t bother you that you’re closer to Stefan than you’ve ever been before. It doesn’t bother you to have his hands rubbing along your arms, waist, neck, and collarbones. The feel of his touch is divine on your skin, setting your body ablaze. The smell of Stefan’s spicy cologne, aged bourbon, burning pine, and your blood mix until you feel dizzy and intoxicated. You want more.

Eyes heavy, your free hand moves up to touch and explore Stefan’s body as he feeds from you. More heat pools low in your belly and suddenly you desperately want to be on the receiving end of this exchange. Blood may be blood but each person smells and tastes slightly different and dark, needy desire has you thinking dirty thoughts about your best friend. Adjusting on Stefan’s lap, you press your center into his growing erection. The movement is equivalent to dumping ice water on him as he is catapulted back to reality.

He pulls your wrist from his bloody lips and looks at you with wide, shocked eyes. Speechless, you both stare at each other for a long moment. The air is thick with tension and your body still sings with curiosity and lust but you smile softly up at Stefan. He looks so much better, his color is slowly returning to normal and the bruises under his eyes are much less prominent than they were a few minutes ago. Reaching up, you touch his cheek gently as the wound on your wrist heals itself and closes.

In a breathy, slightly shaky voice you say, “Better, much better.”

Stefan stares down at you cradled in his lap, his now steely erection still pressed to your core. With eyes full of emotion, and a voice full of gravel, he states, “I’ve dreamed of you in my arms like this for so long..Are we complicated now?”

Smiling brightly, you bite your bottom lip gently and move your hips to create more friction against Stefan’s lap. He sucks in a sharp breath and you reply, “No, never.. but I hope you take me upstairs to bed an–”

With inhuman speed and strength, you’re picked up, carried, and tossed into Stefan’s silken bedsheets faster than you could finish what you were about to say.

#stefan salvatore #stefan salvatore x reader #stefan salvatore smut #the vampire diaries #tvd fanfiction

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voidpetrova · 8 months

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fearless — jeremy gilbert x reader

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content warnings and genres: swearing, alcohol consumption, sex in general but specifically hate sex, degradation, teasing, slapping — smut, fluff

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synopsis: a reluctant alliance forms between two individuals whose paths were never meant to cross. you were enigmatic, possessing a cunning personality and wielding your formidable powers to manipulate and eliminate those in youe path, driven by an insatiable thirst for dominance. jeremy gilbert stood as a stalwart protector of his friends, the beacon of light amid the encroaching shadows. you hated each other, but the sex was great

word count: 5.2K

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the air was thick with tension as stefan and damon salvatore paced within their dimly lit hideout. an air of urgency hung heavy as they exchanged anxious glances, a shared weight on their shoulders.

the sun and moon curse's ominous deadline loomed ever closer, and their search for a solution had led them to a most unlikely ally.

the heavy door creaked open, admitting you with an air of effortless poise. your presence exuded an aura of power, a testament to the centuries you'd spent as a vampire. but it wasn't just your immortality that set you apart—it was the cunning glint in your eyes and the unspoken authority you held over the supernatural realm.

“ah, the illustrious newcomer graces us with her presence,” damon drawled, his tone laced with equal parts skepticism and intrigue.

“delighted to be here, darling,” you replied, your voice dripping with honeyed sarcasm as your gaze met his with a challenge.

stefan offered a reserved nod, his lips pressed into a thin line. “we need all the help we can get, even if it means partnering with someone— unconventional.”

you smirked, unfazed by their reservations. unconventional was your middle name, after all. “well, boys, let's not waste any more time discussing my unorthodox methods. i assume you've gathered the necessary components?”

damon motioned toward the table where the picture of the moonstone practically gleamed, an ancient relic that held the key to breaking the curse. “they've got your precious rock.”

as the days turned into weeks, your alliance with the salvatores' group slowly shifted from an uneasy coexistence to a begrudging respect. collaborating on plans to break the curse revealed your strategic prowess and your cunning ability to outmaneuver the most formidable foes. and while your ultimate goals remained shrouded in mystery, the shared purpose brought a strange sense of unity.

enter jeremy gilbert, the stubborn, quick-witted thorn in your side. he had a knack for pushing your buttons, and you retaliated with a barrage of snarky remarks that could match his every jab.

“you know, i've met kittens scarier than you,” he quipped one evening, leaning against the wall with an infuriating smirk.

“and yet, here you are, all grown up and trying to play with the big cats,” you shot back, a dangerous glint in your eyes.

as the days turned into nights, the lines between alliance and camaraderie blurred. banter evolved into heated debates, and reluctant admiration gave way to unexpected camaraderie. the tension between you and jeremy simmered beneath the surface, an electric undercurrent neither of you could ignore.

and in the midst of this intricate dance, damon and stefan's affections for you grew more pronounced. their lingering gazes and the palpable yearning in their voices didn't go unnoticed, a silent acknowledgment of the magnetic pull you held over them.

the gathering of mystic falls' finest was a tense affair. the salvatore mansion's grand halls echoed with hushed conversations and wary glances as the gang assembled. elena's cautious eyes flitted over your figure, her distrust clear, while bonnie's wary expression mirrored the unease of the others.

as the room's atmosphere hung heavy with skepticism, you leaned against a table, regarding them all with a calm detachment that belied the storm of thoughts swirling within you. it wasn't often that those around you faced an enigma as formidable as yourself, and their unease was almost amusing.

stefan cleared his throat, his voice steady but laden with tension. “we're all here because we share the same goal—to break the sun and moon curse.”

damon's eyes darted to you, a calculated smirk tugging at his lips. “and our newest ally here,” he nodded in your direction, “seems to think she's got the answers.”

you met damon's gaze with a raised brow, amusement dancing in your eyes. “only time will tell, won't it?”

as the days went on, the initial hostility began to thaw. your sharp wit and undeniable competence in matters of the supernatural earned you reluctant respect. small alliances formed as each member of the gang found common ground in their distrust of you. still, tension hung in the air, even as you started offering strategic advice on finding the elusive components to break the curse.

“bonnie, we need to focus on finding the doppelgänger's blood,” you advised one evening, your tone authoritative.

her eyebrows knitted in concentration. “but where would we even begin looking?”

“the old witch's grimoire might hold the answers you seek,” you replied smoothly, watching her nod thoughtfully.

weeks turned into a whirlwind of information-gathering, research, and spellwork. amid the whirlwind, your calculated charm began to chip away at the group's skepticism. unbeknownst to them, the instructions you provided were expertly tailored misdirections.

elena approached you one evening, a flicker of curiosity in her eyes. “you seem to know a lot about these curses.”

“centuries of experience have their perks,” you replied cryptically, your lips curving into a half-smile.

the circle of trust continued to expand as elena shared her own insights, and bonnie began to confide in you about her struggles. but it was jeremy who surprised you the most. his sarcastic retorts softened, replaced by genuine questions about your history and motivations.

“you don't strike me as the kind who'd want to help anyone,” he remarked one night, his eyes scrutinizing.

“perhaps there's more to me than meets the eye,” you mused, a hint of vulnerability slipping into your voice before you shifted the topic.

as the gang worked tirelessly, chasing the components under your careful guidance, the bonds of camaraderie deepened. they came to rely on your knowledge and your uncanny ability to predict the next move of their adversaries. your once-foreign presence became an integral part of their mission.

unbeknownst to them, the pieces they sought were carefully chosen to further your own ambitions. you needed the moonstone for yourself—to amplify your already formidable abilities. the complexity of the web you'd woven began to unravel, but as the lines blurred between ally and enemy, the truth seemed farther out of reach than ever before.

and amid the confusion and danger, jeremy's attitude toward you shifted. the tension that had once been laced with hostility took on a different quality—one tinged with a jealousy he couldn't quite understand. as the group inched closer to their goal, the undercurrents of desire, manipulation, and secrets threatened to pull them all into a tangled web of fate they could never have predicted.

one evening, everybody congregated at a dimly lit bar, the low hum of chatter mingling with the clinking of glasses as they hashed out their plans. you leaned against the bar, a glass of red wine in hand, exuding an air of effortless confidence that had both mystified and infuriated jeremy since your arrival.

“so, this is where the brilliant minds of mystic falls come to plot their next move?” you quipped, your tone dripping with sarcasm.

jeremy shot you a glare. “better than scheming in the shadows and brooding like it's our day job.”

damon chuckled. “brooding can be quite lucrative, actually.”

you raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in your eyes. “ah, damon salvatore, the town's resident brooding entrepreneur.”

stefan tried to steer the conversation back on track. “we need to focus on the witch's power.”

bonnie nodded. “tapping into that much magic is going to be risky.”

jeremy's eyes flickered to you. “and risky business seems to be your forte.”

you tilted your head, an infuriatingly smug grin playing on your lips. “why, gilbert, i didn't know you paid such close attention to my strengths.”

elena shot him a look. “guys, can we stay on topic?”

damon smirked. “stay focused, jeremy. you don't want to miss out on the riveting discussion.”

jeremy turned his attention back to you. “trust me, it's riveting every time you open your mouth.”

you leaned in, your eyes narrowing playfully. “oh, i aim to impress.”

bonnie sighed, exasperated. “can we please just get back to the spell?”

damon nudged you with his elbow. “don't worry, bonnie. our illustrious guest is about to enlighten us.”

you rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your wine. “keep the enthusiasm to a minimum, damon. wouldn't want you to overexert yourself.”

jeremy shook his head, an incredulous smile tugging at his lips. “you really have a talent for making friends, don't you?”

“friends are overrated,” you shot back, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

as the night wore on, the insults continued to fly, a never-ending volley of jabs and comebacks that seemed to fuel both irritation and reluctant amusement. jeremy's persistent sarcasm and your biting retorts formed a rhythm that was as familiar as it was aggravating.

and then, in a moment that caught both of you off guard, jeremy's snide remarks faltered as he met your gaze. a fleeting stillness settled between you, a charged silence that held a hint of something else—recognition, perhaps, of the shared tension that had been building since the moment you'd met. despite the brewing hatred, he couldn't help but find you pretty. he liked the way your hair was wavy, the way your makeup was smokey. he liked the way you walked in high heels and talked with such intensity, everybody was drawn towards you. including him.

uncomfortable with the intensity of the moment, he cleared his throat and looked away, pretending to be absorbed in his drink. but you saw through the facade, and a subtle, self-satisfied smile curved your lips. the electricity in the air wasn't just a product of the supernatural—it was a testament to the magnetic pull you both tried so hard to deny.

as the bar hummed with conversations and laughter, an unspoken understanding lingered—an understanding that even amid the insults and the tension, something deeper was at play, something that neither of you could ignore.

as the discussion carried on, the intricacies of the plan fell into place. the group debated strategy, magic, and the dangerous risks they were about to undertake. despite the tension that had become second nature, a sense of unity emerged as the gang rallied around a common goal.

“and that's our course of action,” stefan concluded, his voice firm and resolute.

damon raised an eyebrow, looking at you with a mixture of amusement and skepticism. “you agree with the salvatore plan, oh mighty oracle?”

you arched an eyebrow right back, your tone dripping with sarcasm. “imagine that, i'm capable of agreement.”

jeremy rolled his eyes. “must be a once-in-a-lifetime event.”

you turned your full attention to him, a fire dancing in your eyes. “careful, gilbert. your wit might be a match for mine someday.”

an exasperated sigh escaped bonnie's lips. “can we please just stay focused?”

but it seemed jeremy had reached his limit. pushing away from the table, he confronted you, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and frustration. “you're not fooling anyone with your act. we all know you've got your own agenda.”

your gaze turned icy, the mask of charm slipping for a moment. “and what would that be, gilbert?”

“to use us to get what you want,” he shot back, his voice hard.

damon intervened, stepping between the two of you. “hey, hey, let's not start a brawl in the middle of planning, okay?”

tension hung thick in the air as the fight was broken up. you exchanged one last fiery glare with jeremy before the group continued their deliberations. the atmosphere had shifted, and even the slightest glimmers of trust began to fracture.

as the night drew to a close, the group started to disperse. one by one, they filed out of the bar, leaving you and jeremy alone in the lingering silence. the tension remained, a palpable force between you.

finally, as the last echo of footsteps faded away, you turned to him, your expression unreadable. “you're right, you know.”

jeremy's brow furrowed, confusion flickering in his eyes. “about what?”

a heavy sigh escaped your lips. “i can't be trusted.”

he looked taken aback by your admission. “you're admitting it?”

a bitter smile tugged at your lips. “it's not a matter of admitting, it's a matter of facts.”

he crossed his arms, his guard still up. “so, what's your game then?”

the weight of centuries seemed to settle on your shoulders. “my game, jeremy, is survival. power. dominance. and that moonstone you're all chasing? i intend to claim it for myself, break the curse, and harness the energy for my own greater power.”

his eyes narrowed. “you're going to betray us?”

“betrayal implies there was trust to begin with,” you replied, your voice tinged with a hint of bitterness.

jeremy's gaze held yours, a mix of emotions flickering in his eyes. “you've been alive for centuries. what could you possibly need more power for?”

a wistful smile touched your lips. “it's not about what i need, jeremy. it's about what i want.”

with that enigmatic statement, you turned and walked away, leaving him standing there, grappling with the revelation and the tangled web of your intentions.

as you disappeared into the night, the truth you'd laid bare lingered in the air—a truth that carried the weight of desire, ambition, and a world that was anything but black and white.

the moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the town . in the wake of the fractured alliance, jeremy found himself carrying the weight of a heavy secret—one that he believed had the potential to alter the course of their dangerous collaboration.

with a determined resolve, he reached out to his friends, explaining his suspicions about your true intentions. despite initial resistance, the group agreed that he would need to deceive you to ensure the moonstone's safety.

when the moonstone's location was revealed, jeremy found himself facing you, his expression a mixture of resignation and guilt. “i've got some news for you.”

you arched an eyebrow, your voice dripping with skepticism. “let me guess, you're the bearer of bad tidings?”

he nodded, his gaze unsteady. “yeah. the moonstone's somewhere in the damn woods.”

a humorless smile touched your lips. “well, aren't you the group's little messenger boy?”

his eyes held yours, unflinching. “i'm the one who's not afraid of you.”

with a sigh, you stepped away from the crowd, settling on the curb as a sense of weariness settled over you. jeremy followed, his confusion palpable.

“why are you even sitting out here?” he asked, his voice softer than before.

uou leaned back, your gaze fixed on the distant horizon. “sometimes it's easier to think when the walls aren't closing in.”

he took a seat beside you, the silence stretching between you for a moment before you spoke, your voice laced with a vulnerability that surprised even yourself. “you know, there's a lot you don't know about me, jeremy.”

he looked at you, curiosity mingling with the wariness in his eyes. “i'm all ears.”

and so, in the quiet of the night, you shared the stories of the past five centuries—the struggles, the losses, and the insatiable hunger for power that had driven you to this point. jeremy listened, his gaze never leaving your face as the weight of your history settled over both of you.

when you fell silent, he hesitated before speaking, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability. “i lost my parents. and after that, i went down a dark path. addiction.”

your gaze softened as you turned to him, your words gentle. “we all have our demons, Jeremy.”

he looked away, his expression a mix of regret and understanding. “yeah, but not everyone has been around for centuries to accumulate them.”

you placed a comforting hand on his arm. “our experiences may differ, but pain is universal.”

a rare moment of empathy passed between you, a connection forged from shared struggles and the understanding that the road to survival was paved with sacrifices.

feeling a newfound sense of safety and companionship, jeremy met your gaze. “the moonstone's not in the woods. it's hidden somewhere safer.”

you raised an eyebrow, your curiosity piqued. “and you're telling me this because?”

“because i think you deserve a chance to prove everyone wrong,” he replied, his voice steady.

a faint smile played at the corners of your lips. “you're a curious contradiction, jeremy gilbert.”

je grinned, a spark of defiance in his eyes. “and you're not as heartless as you want people to believe.”

in that moment, a delicate understanding blossomed between you—a fragile alliance built on mutual vulnerability. as the moon cast its soft glow over the night, the secrets you shared and the bond you'd formed seemed to transcend the chaos and betrayals of the world around you.

the confrontation hung in the air like a storm ready to break. you stood at the center of the room, your expression a careful mask of indifference as your friends stared you down, accusations evident in their eyes.

“we know about your plan,” damon's voice cut through the tense silence. “jeremy spilled the beans.”

your lips curled into a sardonic smile. “ah, the ever-reliable messenger boy.”

elena's voice was sharp. “you've been manipulating us from the start.”

a fire ignited in your eyes. “i've been trying to help, in case you've forgotten.”

caroline's tone was accusatory. “by playing both sides?”

“by ensuring that i don't end up on the losing side,” you shot back, your voice dripping with disdain.

then, with a calculated move, you shifted your gaze to jeremy, whose eyes met yours with a mixture of defiance and regret. “isn't that right, gilbert?”

his voice was steady, despite the tension crackling in the room. “i told them the truth.”

“did you?” you countered, your tone laced with an edge of challenge. “or did you decide to help the team after our little chat on the curb?”

jeremy clenched his jaw. “it doesn't matter. we know your intentions now.”

a bitter laugh escaped your lips. “and you think that changes anything? i've been around for centuries, gilbert. i've seen alliances crumble and betrayals unfold. a few teenagers thinking they've got it all figured out doesn't rattle me.”

his eyes flared with anger. “you're not as untouchable as you think.”

a surge of rage fueled your next words. “try me.”

everybody else chose to back off, exiting the room in fear for their safety. one by one, the group filed out of the room, leaving you and jeremy alone. the space between you was charged, emotions and unspoken words hanging in the air like a fragile thread.

in an instant, the air was charged with electricity as jeremy lunged at you, his fist aimed at your face. you deftly sidestepped, catching his wrist in your grip before he could connect. his frustration mirrored your own, and as he tried to wrest free, you spun him around, slamming him against the wall with a force that left him momentarily breathless.

his eyes bore into yours, a mix of frustration and determination. and then, with a furious glare, he spat out the word that had always held the power to cut deep. “slut.”

you didn't flinch, your voice laced with icy disdain. “junkie.”

the room crackled with tension, a volatile mix of desire and anger simmering beneath the surface. and then, in a twist that seemed almost inevitable, his lips crashed onto yours, igniting a spark that had been smoldering all along.

rhe kiss was fierce and demanding, fueled by a potent mixture of pent-up frustration and a desire that had always been there, masked by animosity. the walls that had separated you seemed to crumble, and for a brief moment, nothing else mattered.

but as quickly as it had begun, the kiss ended, leaving you both breathless and disoriented. the room was heavy with the weight of what had transpired, an unspoken understanding of the tangled emotions that had been unearthed.

and as you stood there, the tension between you felt almost unbearable—a blend of desire and hatred, a maelstrom that defied categorization. the path ahead was uncertain, but one thing was clear—the thin line between love and hate had been irrevocably blurred.

“couldn't resist me, could you, little gilbert?” you taunted, a sultry smile playing on your lips. the smudged lipstick on your bottom lip lent you a disheveled allure, a stark contrast to the tension that had gripped the room. keremy's adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his gaze locked onto yours. his heartbeat quickened, a rapid rhythm that you could almost hear, like a trapped animal trying to escape its confines. “thought you said you weren't afraid of me,” you teased, your tone suggestive.

he clenched his jaw, his eyes narrowing with a mixture of frustration and desire. “i'm not.” a knowing smile curled your lips. “is that so? because it seems to me that you're standing here like a deer caught in headlights.” his cheeks flushed, a mixture of embarrassment and defiance flickering in his eyes. "you don't intimidate me."

“is that why you let me get under your skin?” you countered, your voice a low purr.

a flicker of frustration crossed his features, his hands clenching at his sides. “this doesn't change anything.”

“doesn't it?” you mused, taking a step closer, the space between you narrowing.

he held his ground, his gaze locked onto yours. “we still don't trust you.”

a humorless chuckle escaped your lips. “trust is overrated, jeremy. but i have a feeling that whatever this is between us isn't just about trust.”

his nostrils flared, his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. “you're wrong.”

your lips brushed against his ear as you leaned in, your voice a whisper that sent shivers down his spine. “am i?”

for a moment, the room seemed to hang in suspended animation, the tension between you so thick you could practically taste it. the clash of emotions—attraction, defiance, and something deeper—was a battle neither of you could ignore.

and then, in a surge of movement, jeremy's lips crashed onto yours once again. the kiss was fierce, fueled by a potent mixture of desire and frustration. it was a culmination of everything that had simmered beneath the surface, a declaration of a connection that defied explanation.

as you pulled away, your lips swollen and your gaze locked onto his, the words that hung unspoken between you seemed to resonate in the air—a silent acknowledgment of the uncharted territory you had ventured into.

“i fucking hate you.” he snarled, his lips latching onto the thin surface of the crease of your neck. you let out a soft moan as you found your fingers in his hair, pulling his luscious locks. “i hate you just as much.” you retorted. there was no drawn line between desire and hatred at this point.

“you let all our friends use you like this?” he asked in a demeaning tone as he began to strip you of your clothes. your shirt was pulled over your head, leaving you in your bra and skirt. jeremy's shirt came after, your eyes travelling down his toned biceps. “you let damon and stefan make you feel this good?” he practically growled as he began kissing down your neck, leaving a trail of hungry kisses between your tits as his hands fiercely groped them, nearly tearing your bra off.

you couldn't help but moan at his touch, but you wanted all the control. “of course i don't,” you pressed your knee in between his legs, pushing upwards as you rubbed his dick through the material of his jeans. he couldn't help his heavy breathing “but they'd make me feel even better.”

in a second, your stomach was pressed to the wall. he held onto your wrists tightly with one of his hands, breath fanning your ear. you had successfully got the reaction you wanted out of him. “i wouldn't be so sure,” he taunted as he pulled your skirt down, jeans tightening even further at the sight of your black panties tucked in your ass, the amount of fat calling his name. “once i tear your pussy up, no one's gonna wanna touch you again.”

“are you sure about that?”

“absolutely positive.”

he flipped you back around, knowing he wanted you to get a good look at what was coming. his dick sprang our of his boxers, twitching mid-air. you didn't expect the sheer length of it, not from him. he was huge, you just didn't wanna fuel his ego. “i see why they call you little gilbert now.” he couldn't help but scoff, but your expressions were readable. for the first time, he wasn't the one who was afraid.

on the worn-out sofa, you were spread out for him. your hair was a mess, your makeup was a mess. your bra was in his hand as he pressed it into his nose, inhaling the scent of your desire before tossing it over his shoulder, knowing it'd be a souvenier for him later on. he was placed in between your legs, his dick pressing ever so gently against your dripping heat. he leaned forward, hands on either side of your head as he kissed you passionately.

you kissed back just as hard—hands caressing and gripping at the muscles that adorned his arms and back, clawing at them before pulling at his hair once more. you wanted him all to yourself, and it was reciprocated. he admired you as his tongue slid into your mouth, licking away at every inch. he used his free hand to tap his dick against your clit, rubbing it slowly. you pulled away, giving him a desperate look.

“i think it's your turn to beg, don't you?” you couldn't believe what you were hearing, nearly bursting into laughter at the mere thought.

“you're kidding, right?” you could take it, you were strong. you swatted his hand away, playing his game better than he had expected, taking his dick into your hand as you did exactly what he did. only this time, his patience was wearing thin. you dipped half of the tip inside of your wet heat, earning moans from him, before completely retracting. he watched the way your pussy glistened with arousal as his red, angry tips traced against your bundle of nerves. “we don't have to fuck. by all means, leave the door open. i'm sure stefan and damon would love to—”

you didn't get a warning before he slammed into you, the mentioning of their names tipping the scale for jeremy. you let out a loud moan of his name as your legs went up in the air, heels now digging into his shoulders. you were in a pure state of bliss, his thick cock buried inside your pretty pussy, and he had no intention of going easy on you.

“say that again,” he taunted, fingernails digging into your hips as he prepared himself. you were a mess, exterior breaking down as he held onto your hips. “what was that about stefan and damon?” he pounded into you relentlessly, the tip of his dick smashing into you, hitting your sweet spot faster than you had even imagined. he noticed the way you were unable to speak.

“can't believe i shut you up so fast,” he felt proud, watching the way your eyes filled up with tears as you looked up at him. he almost felt bad. “it's only been a minute and i've already fucked you stupid.” you whined at his mockery, at the way his pace quickened while he watched your pretty face and the way your tits moved with every thrust.

he removed a hand from your hip and brought it up to your face, stroking your cheek in the most brutally taunting way. it didn't last a second too long before he brought it back up—just to deliver a harsh slap to you face. you clenched around his dick, the stinging bringing you nothing but pleasure. he took notice, eyebrows rising in shock as he tsked at you.

“i like you better when you're an obedient little bitch,” he cooed, relishing in the lack of sarcastic and venomous retorts he was getting. his hand made its way back to your cheek, his thumb prodding at the crease in your lips before you reluctantly opened you mouth, letting his thumb slide in as you wrapped your tongue around it, wetting it. “that's a good fucking girl.” as a reward, he brought his hand down to your pussy, freshly wet thumb furiously rubbing your clit, earning a string of moans from you that only encouraged him to pound into you even harder.

when you came, it was at the same time. breathless pants and the smell of sex and sweat filled the room, limp bodies deciding between a round two and a glass of bourbon.

with a knowing smile, you began to straighten yourself, the disheveled remains of your earlier encounter a testament to the tangled desires that had fueled your actions. the lipstick on your bottom lip was smeared once again, your naked body bare against the sofa with the fireplace crackling in the background.

as you reached for one of damon's nearby cigars and leisurely lit it, you could feel jeremy's gaze on you—admiring, contemplative, and perhaps a touch regretful.

“you're something else,” he said, his voice a mixture of awe and resignation.

you exhaled a plume of smoke, turning to face him. “is that a compliment or a complaint, gilbert?”

he shook his head, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “i don't even know anymore.”

with a sultry smile, you leaned against the table, exhaling another puff of smoke. “mysteries make life interesting, don't you think?”

he stepped closer, his gaze tracing the contours of your face as if committing them to memory. “you could have the moonstone. take it and run.”

you raised an eyebrow, your tone teasing. “and here I thought you were brave, willing to stand up to the big, bad vampire.”

a wistful look crossed his features. “i wish i were that brave.”

with a knowing glint in your eyes, you set your cigar down and took a step toward him. “keremy, it's not about the stone anymore.”

his brows furrowed, confusion etching lines on his forehead. “then what is it about?”

you closed the distance between you, your voice softening. “ot's about more than power, more than secrets. it's about us.”

his eyes searched yours, vulnerability flickering in their depths. “and where do we go from here?”

you reached out to touch his cheek, your thumb brushing against his skin. “we go forward. together.”

he looked both amazed and conflicted, his emotions warring within him. “why would you help me?”

a genuine smile played on your lips. “because, jeremy gilbert, i've developed a fondness for you.”

his lips twitched into a half-smile. “fondness, huh?”

you nodded, your eyes locked onto his. “more than i care to admit.”

he took a deep breath, his voice gentle. “i've developed a fondness for you too.”

in that moment, the room seemed to hold its breath—a fragile bridge connecting two souls who had danced on the precipice of animosity and desire.

as you both stood there, the air heavy with the weight of unspoken words, you knew that the path ahead was uncertain, fraught with challenges and unknowns. but in each other's gaze, you found something that transcended the chaos and complexities—a shared understanding of the tangled web you'd woven and the uncharted emotions that had ignited between you.

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