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Making Her Mine
Summary: Rebekah compels Elena to reveal her feelings for you and now your trust is betrayed. Rebekah seizes this opportunity to warm up to you as she has always found you attractive. Hanging out with her escalates to a make-out session as you relish your newfound feelings for her...
Smut, angst, a lil' bit of fluff
Elena cheating on the reader, Elena slander
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A/N: This is the first time I've published smut. I hope it's fine (I know it's horrible) otherwise just forget this happened... do let me know if you liked it. Happy reading!
Rebekah Mikaelson X Fem!Reader
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Rebekah was dragging Stefan by the arm to the high school library and you trailed behind them, compelled to do as the Original said.
Elena, your girlfriend of two years, gasps and stands up at your arrival. "Stefan, Y/N..."
You shot her a confused look, not understanding why was she so shocked.
Rebekah shot at the brunette. "Did I say you could move?" Elena shot her an exasperated look as she slowly sat down and you moved to sit near her.
She circled you people and spoke loudly in her accented voice. "Class is in session. You know the rules. Answer my questions honestly. No disobedience, no one leaves. April, my sweet, take notes. That's how you get answers in this town."
Her gaze lingered on you, which made you feel nervous and fidgety. Sure, you didn't show it, but she was a thousand-year-old vampire who could kill you in the blink of an eye, who was currently eyeing you like a predator would do to its prey. "In the year 1114, my brother learned, thanks to yours truly, about a brother of vampire hunters with tattoos that grew with each kill. These tattoos revealed what, Elena?"
"A map" your girlfriend answered, looking down. "Which led to... Caroline?"
"A cure for vampirism."
"Perfect. So we're all caught up. Stefan Salvatore, the last time we saw each other, you had a vampire hunter. But in order to decode the map, you need the location of the hunter’s sword, which you got out of me by using some very dirty tricks. Assuming you found the sword, you also found the cure… and you’re all still vampires. Something went wrong."
She looked at April. "What are you doing?"
"Oh, you asked me to take notes."
Rebekah sighed. "Oh, I wasn't being literal, darling. But now that you mention it, a flow chart would be nice. Which means index cards and push pins. Go fetch." The teen left.
At that very moment, the blonde Original appeared oh-so-tempting to you. The way she exercised control over all of you made you feel hot all over. It has happened quite a few times before. But you were with Elena and you had no tolerance for cheaters. There was just something about Rebekah that has always piqued your interest, but then again, loyalty was the most important thing for you. No one else but Elena had a place in your heart all this time.
Stefan grew irritated and straightened up. "You're wasting your time. We don't know anything."
"So you just gave up? I thought you'd do anything to save Elena. Y/N?"
Suddenly, all eyes in the room stared at you. The tension was so thick, you though a chainsaw was needed to cut through it. You sensed something bad and grew antsy under their collective gazes. "Why are you all staring?"
No answer. "Guys...?"
Rebekah spoke again. "I'm missing something. What is it?"
No one spoke. "I asked you what happened. You have to tell me."
Finally, the younger Salvatore brother spoke. "Elena slept with Damon."
You whipped your head around to look at the mentioned brunette. Hot, white rage was all you felt thrumming in your veins. You were known for your calm demeanor and excellent control over anger, but it was getting really difficult not to claw the doppelganger's eyes out. "What is the meaning of this?!"
The doe-eyed Gilbert just looked down and spoke nothing. She knew how much your relationship meant to you. She knew that once your trust is betrayed, it's over. She knew that loyalty was the most important thing in the entire world to you. And yet she chose to disrespect you. It made you feel so pathetic. Another victim of the Petrova charm putty in the doppelganger's paws. What a bitch. Your eyes burned with hot tears, threatening to fall down. Your throat choked and tightened, making it impossible for you to say another word. No. You thought. You wouldn't shed your tears for a cheater. Tears are so precious; blood flows from the body, tears flow from the soul. Never in your entire life you had felt so insulted and betrayed. I am going to ruin them, you thought. No, I mustn't waste a moment of my life on these worthless assholes. You decided the latter was a better option. No one was as crafty and cruel as you when it came to revenge. You would be consumed by the fire of vengeance. God, you thought you sounded like you were going on a bloodbath. But that's the dark beauty of you...
You subtly took a deep breath and leaned back, your face a stone-cold mask in which even the most observant couldn't find a crack. You felt Rebekah's searing gaze in your bones. And in some way, it made you feel safe. And damn you when you didn't know why...
"So vampire Elena is a trollop who likes bad boys, but it doesn’t explain why sweet, loving, innocent Elena could be so heartless towards Y/N. How could she hurt her like that? Answer, please." The Original said, looking at Stefan.
He sighed as he spoke. "She didn't know it at the time, but she was sired to Damon."
Rebekah smirked. "A sire bond? That’s fascinating. And what do you think about that, Elena?"
Elena spat at her, "I think you’re sad. And bored. And in desperate need of a hobby."
It angered but didn't deter the blonde. She compelled the Gilbert. "You're hiding something. Fess up."
"I didn’t sleep with Damon because I’m sired. I slept with him because I’m in love with him," she spoke in such a way as if she were proud of what she'd done. That was the last straw.
"Fuck you." You spat with so much hatred and venom, that no more words were needed to convey the message: we're over. Then you spun on your heel and stormed out, carrying a kaleidoscope of emotions and the weight of Rebekah's lingering gaze.
You didn't know it at the moment, but you and Elena breaking up might just be the best thing that has happened to the Mikaelson...
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It was nearly midnight, and you were at your house alone. You ate an entire tub of vanilla ice-cream, and now you were feeling guilty about it. You could have downed that bottle of Jack and Daniel hidden in your closet, but you decided you were not going to surrender to Damon's coping mechanisms.
Your room looked like a lowkey brothel, complete with silk sheets, roses, scented candles, and dim lighting. Hell, you were dressed in flimsy lace pyjamas, finding them extremely comfortable. But in your taste, it was a much-deserved self-care session.
Flipping through the pages of an erotic novel for the past hour, you got bored. It was so smutty, all the protagonists seemed to do was have sex. You grew irritated, your sex life was in shambles.
Suddenly, the bell rang. At this odd hour, you thought it would be Caroline stopping by with some ridiculously expensive cosmetics for a girl's night in, a not-so-subtle attempt of hers to comfort you. You might've hated Caroline at the moment for keeping Elena's secret, but you guessed you could live with it.
Every pore of your being protested when you rose, wrapped your robe around yourself and climbed down the stairs to open the door. The last person you were expecting to show up on your door was Rebekah Mikaelson.
Your heart skipped a beat. She looked so hot. Like get on your knees right now hot in those tight jeans and spaghetti top. For the first time ever, you could admire her classic, almost divine, beauty without any inhibitions or restrictions. For the first time, you really seemed to take her in. And gods, she was a sight for sore eyes. And damn you for wanting to bite that red lip and tear off her clothes.
You snapped out of it when she smirked. The look in her eyes made you weak in the knees. You knew that she knew of the effect she had over you.
You cleared your throat. "Rebekah, was an entirely unexpected surprise. How can I help you?"
She smiled. "Well, for starters, you could invite me inside..."
You knew it was dangerous. But you were so desperately praying for something to happen. You didn't care about the consequences. You wanted her so bad, you felt it in your bones, the desire running deep in your veins.
"Alright, would you like to come in?"
She looked surprised for a moment that you gave in so easily. But then she smiled wide and said, "I would love to." Then she stepped inside. Your heart hammered crazily in anticipation.
"Where shall I keep these?" She asked, holding up her arms. Then you noticed that she had a couple of bags looped in her arms. "I brought wine and something to munch."
You softened. "Oh, you didn't need to..."
"Oh, of course I do." She smiled softly.
You helped her with the bags to the kitchen. "Rebekah, this is a lot..." you began but she waved you off. You couldn't believe that an Original vampire was in your house in the middle of the night, who brought very costly wine and snacks to last an entire month. The blonde standing in front of you was the supposed nemesis of your friends, but what happened today was your defense.
"But why?"
"Well, that doppelganger bitch hurt you, and I was the one who meddled and you found out like this. So I guess I owed you one."
"No, no! I owe you one. I probably wouldn't have known for a longer period of time and that would've been so pathetic."
"Still... well, I hate her and you do too. So I thought that it's not such a bad idea to bond over our mutual loathing for her and maybe plot our revenge?" She said with that cute little smirk, making me laugh.
"Do you want to watch a movie?"
"Nothing cheesy."
"You think so? Elena ought to be the cheesiest girlfriend ever."
She rolled her eyes. "Thought so,".
"Come on,"
You guided her upstairs to your bedroom, and you were really, really nervous. Your heart was beating so loudly that you knew all too well that she could hear it.
Rebekah was in a frenzy of lust and excitement. She'd dreamt of this a little too many times and now it was real. You were the loveliest creature she'd ever encountered and she thought that you were really strong, funny and protective. And she really seemed to enjoy the not-so-decent outfit you were clad in.
The blonde glanced around your room and smirked in an almost-appreciative way. You felt a bit embarrassed about your clothes and your room, but hey, we all have those moments.
You put on a thriller on your laptop as you both sat comfortably on your post bed, with a huge bowl of chips to snack on.
About an hour must have passed in comfortable silence, and your dirty thoughts were put to rest for a while too as you focused on the complex plot of the movie. Then your patience was about to be tested.
An intimate scene was displayed on the screen and you froze. You became antsy as your thighs came in contact with Rebekah's hand. The tension in the room could be cut through with a knife. Your unbridled lust and roaring desire for her was consuming you and you couldn't control yourself as you turned to face her.
She was thinking the same thing as you and your lips collided. Your tongues fought for dominance as you explored every corner of her mouth, her doing the same.
It was a passionate, rough, and all-consuming kiss that had you moaning in her mouth and both of you had your eyes closed in bliss. She cupped your face while your hands tangled themselves in her golden locks.
It was so exhilarating, and you had just kissed... you were almost scared to know where the night would lead you.
Your lungs burned for oxygen but kissing her seemed the best way to die. Finally, you parted, gasping for air.
"That was..." you began, panting.
"Amazing," she finished, holding your eyes. You leaned in for another kiss, but she beat you to it. You kissed her senseless and your hands seemed to have a mind of their own as you began undressing her. Kissing her was your new favourite thing to do.
Her lips moulded perfectly into yours. The purpose of your life was to be hers, and at that very moment, everything was forgotten. She followed your actions and undid the flimsy lace and pushed you down, making you lie down.
The two of you were completely bare as your eyes met. You could drown and die in the blue ocean of her eyes. It was like being reborn. Her eyes held a challenge, promised an adventure and you reveled in the anticipation, the thrill and in her amorousness.
She raked her eyes all over your body and your every pore, every limb shook in bliss and ecstasy. "Damn, you're gorgeous..."
You smiled in satisfaction at her words and pulled her down to mesh your lips together.
Her lips slowly moved down to your neck, kissing and biting, leaving a trail of love bites all over. Lewd, wet sounds filled your ears as you flushed. She was a heady mixture. Slowly, very slowly, she moved down to the little dent at the base of your neck, then placed ticklish, feather-light kisses on your prominent collarbone. She kissed and licked through the valley of your breasts, down to your navel and your sensitive lower stomach.
She placed kisses along your waistline, making you gasp and moan into the silk-covered pillows. Your toes curled in pleasure when you felt her hot breath fanning over your womanhood. She had barely begun and you were already dripping wet.
The blonde moved down to kiss your inner thighs. So close but not giving you what you want.
"Rebekah, please..." you pleaded with her. Her eyes were a mixture of lust and amusement. "Please what?"
"Touch me!"
"Where?" She was such a tease. You grew frustrated and you grabbed her hand and guided it between your parted thighs. A loud, throaty gasp escaped your mouth as her fingers worked their magic upon your wet, slippery folds. You almost tore the sheets your fingers were gripping and you buried your face into the pillows to muffle your moans. But you decided against it. You wanted her to hear you. You wanted her to know just how good she was making you feel. Your body was so responsive to her touches .
Just then, her fingers hit that spot and you cried out in pure pleasure. You felt the pleasure building up and the sounds leaving your mouth resonated in every nook and corner of your house.
"Do you want me to stop?" she questioned innocently, but you knew all too well. "Shut up," you barely managed to say between your uncontrollable moans.
You wanted to tell her that you were going to reach your release, but the pleasure was too much and all you could think about was how good she was.
You started shaking and almost screaming as you reached your precipice. You quite literally saw stars as you came. Rebekah's gaze upon you was that of pure worship as she licked her fingers which were coated with your arousal. Then she leaned in to kiss you deeply and you could taste yourself on her lips. "You're so pretty..." she whispered, almost as if in a daze. You smiled and grabbed her my the arms, helping her lie down.
"My turn now," you spoke, aspiring to make her feel as good as she made you feel. You pulled her in for another searing kiss as you parted her thighs. Moving down, you maintained eye contact as you stuck out your tongue and tasted her. You'd never heard anything sexier than the gasp that left her lips when you did.
Soon, your tongue circled and lapped over her folds. Her throaty moans were music to your ears. You pulled back just when she was about to reach her high, deciding to use your fingers. Her sweet moans might as well would've been heard by the neighbours as you pleasured her all night long and to the breaking of dawn.
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You both lay bare barring the sheet covering you as you watched the sun rise. To you, it felt surreal and as if it were a dream.
"I've wanted this for so long," Rebekah softly confessed. "When I met you first, I thought you were really pretty, like a royal. Your wit and wordplay is unmatched. I love how strong you are, how you don't need anyone to fight for yourself and how you're so ambitious. But you were with Elena and-" you silenced her with a kiss.
"You've no idea for how long I've wanted this too. But I'm afraid that with the arrival of the dawn, I'd wake up and all of this would be nothing but a dream." You spoke softly.
"Trust me, your screams last night were very real,"
You laughed as you kissed her. She pulled you into her arms for another round. And sure enough, the hickeys covering you were very real...
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carefuldevil · 6 months
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Joseph Morgan as Klaus Mikaelson in 2.22 "As I Lay Dying" The Vampire Diaries (2009-2017)
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bellarkeselection · 10 months
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Hey, I have another Klaus Mikealson x reader idea for you. It's a little long and if you're not comfortable then that's okay.
Here is the idea: The reader is taken by an enemy of the Mikealson's who wants to kill them. The reader is compelled by this enemy to go to the Mikealson's home and steal the white oak stakes. The reader is caught with them by one of the Mikealson's who know almost straight away that the reader was compelled (their vervain jewellery taken and them compelled not to notice.)
Klaus then comes up with a plan to trick the villain after doing so he makes sure that the reader cannot be harmed by another villian of his.
Have a great day/night
You Won't Be Compelled Again
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Running out of the Mikaelson mansion with the white oak stake hidden underneath my red leather jacket. My hearts was pounding in my chest where I almost met up with Damon Salvatore who had asked for my help with getting the weapon that could kill an Original vampire. Throwing my hair around I halted in my tracks seeing Damon where I started to hand the stake over until his neck was snapped and my gaze met Klaus. "Nik..."
"Y/n, where is the necklace I gave you?" He asked dropping Damon's body from his grasp placing a hand on my shoulder scanning my face.
I attempted to move around him needing to follow through with what I was supposed to do. But I didn't really know why I was so insisting on giving him this stake. "I don't know. I just need to get this to Damon and Stefan. I said I would help them. Now let go of me."
"You've been compelled haven’t you?" He didn't move from his spot instead taking a hold of my other shoulder staring deeply into my eyes. "Tell me the truth, love. What do you remember from what they told you to do?"
Shaking my head I made a confused face at him and what he was asking. "I...I don't remember anything. I just know I have to do what they told me to do...even though I don't remember anything."
"Come with me, love. I'll fix this." He tugged me inside the mansion even though I was fighting until he told me to stop and trust him. He led me up the stairs and into his bedroom where I immediately laid down on the bed really tired where he watched me closely.
The next morning I woke up I rubbed my eyes feeling off where I lifted myself up on my elbows hearing Klaus walking into the bedroom offering me a half smile. "Nik, what happened last night?"
"You were apparently compelled to steal this by Damon." He drew the white oak from inside his jacket seeing utter confusion on my whole face. "He compelled you not to remember either so don't feel bad you didn't know. I am only sorry that I didn't see this coming for you."
Running my fingers through my hair I sighed heavily feeling so stupid that I let him take my vervain necklace from me that Klaus had given me. He warned me to never lose it and that’s exactly what I did in this situation. “Nik, I’m sorry. You told me to lose it and I messed up…how could I be so stupid.”
“You aren’t stupid, sweetheart. Damon and Stefan took advantage of you. But I assure you it won’t happen again. I will hurt them both so that-“
“Klaus no!” I snapped towards the hybrid cutting off his next words already knowing that he was planning a threat in his mind. “If anyone is going to get revenge on them it will be me!”
He reached over grasping my hand in his gently. He had taken quite the shine to the human girl in front of him. She wasn’t weak as Elena. She was very skilled like Caroline and embraced the supernatural world with open arms rather then run away. “What do you suggest then, darling?”
“First you have to turn me. That way I will never be able to be compelled again. And I know what you are going to say, are you truly ready to become immortal, are you ready to not age or have kids. Yes I am. This whole thing just opened my eyes to what I needed and I am tired of waiting.” I got in his face seeing his eyes scan over my face looking for me to back out but a smirk grew when he didn’t see anything hesitation.
Klaus reached up brushing some hair out of my face resting his hand on my cheek where I leaned into his touch. “So once I turn you. What is next, my queen?”
“Then you and I will…” I trailed off climbing in his lap since he was sitting on the foot of the bed wrapping my arms around his neck. Pressing my lips onto his he smiled instantly leaning forward and deepening the kiss until I broke it smirking at the hybrid. “Paint the world red and get our sweet revenge on those Salvatore brothers.”
He vamped me back on my back on the bed making me gasp smirking above me before he smashed his lips onto mine. “You and I are going to be the perfect pair. Now from this day on you will never be compelled again, I promise Y/n.”
“Then what are we waiting for, Nik?” I asked him where he tugged me to sit upright with him biting into his wrist holding the bleeding wound out to me. Drinking from his wrist he ran his freehand through my hair kissing the crown of my head before he placed his hands around my neck snapping it as gently as possible knowing that when you woke he would have an entirely with the woman he loved. And that revenge would taste so much sweeter with you.
Comments really appreciated ❤️
@rosie-posie08 @colbysbrocks
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michaelslover · 7 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
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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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queenlovesbooks · 5 months
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inspired by @queenofstelena
"Thank you for bumping into me that day in the hallway. I never thought I could be happy again and then I met you."
"I love you, Stefan. Hold onto that. Never let that go."
"The only thing stronger than your craving for blood is your love for this one girl."
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anabondelight · 1 year
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Bonnie Bennett species and definitions.
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daenysthedreamer101 · 2 months
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TVD - Season 4 Ep 12
"A View to a Kill"
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Do I even have to say it? Elena and Jeremy killing Kol was the stupidest, most nonsensical thing I've seen on this show so far and that's saying a lot. There is no way in hell that Kol, an Original, was killed by Jeremy, a 16-year-old human (I know he's a hunter but still), and Elena, a baby vampire who's been a vampire for a couple of months at most. Kol is over a 1000 years old!
How? Like....Ughhhh! He didn't even want to kill Jeremy, just cut his arms off (ok not saying that's good but he said "I'll heal you with my blood" so...). He easily could've killed Elena, but he didn't. When he stabbed her, he stabbed her in the stomach, not the heart.
Also, it just felt OOC for Elena to be so willing to kill someone. Like "Oh yeah let's just kill him and by killing Kol we'll kill thousands of other vampires" ...Wasn't Elena supposed to be this really compassionate person because I don't see her anywhere. 😒😒😒
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.....NO! THIS SHOULD NOT BE POSSIBLE! There's no way Elena was able to hold Kol for that long. Also, very convenient for her that she saw that Kol had the white oak stake with him cause his jacket was open (smells like plot convenience to me hmm...). And ofc they put vervain in the water system the day Elena decided to kill Kol...🙄🙄🙄
DAMN IT, I LIKED HIM! I know they bring him and Finn back for TO but that's irrelevant rn. Ever since they introduced him back in s3 they just kept on nerfing tf out of him. He's an Original damn it, he is more powerful than all of them. It shouldn't be possible for Damon to snap his neck and it should definitely not be possible for a human teenager and a baby vampire to kill him!
What tf was the point of making the Originals so powerful when a baby vampire and a human were able to kill one? Like who wrote this nonsense? 💀💀💀
Klaus and the others better take some revenge! Like, there need to be some repercussions for this!!! We saw Bekah cry when Stefan told her but like, that's not enough? I need revenge!
Also, Bonnie is kind of annoying me? Ever since that stupid professor showed her expression or whatever it's called she's been on my nerves idk. Literally, everyone rn on this show is annoying me lol 😭
Why didn't Kol compel Elena to stay put when he stabbed her? Like, don't tell me she was on vervain? There's no way she drank the water or did she? Or he ofc just didn't think of it.
Klaus's reaction to seeing Kol's body on fire and the way Elena flinched when he yelled "He was supposed to suffer on MY TERMS! "...yeah someone pls give my man Joseph an Oscar cause that was acting! Klaus better keep his promise and burn their stupid house down!
Where is Elijah? PLS COME BACK WE NEED YOU SO BAD! 😭😭
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RIP MY BABY I'LL MISS YOU! YOU WERE SO CUTE AND SASSY AND CHAOTIC I LOVED YOU! 😟😟💔 (also how do we feel about the bangs lol)
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honeybear-yammy · 1 year
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"Just One More, Love."
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Warnings: cursing, smut, daddy kink, p in v, unprotected sex, squirting
Pairings: Klaus Mikaelson x Female Hybrid Reader
Summary: In which Klaus is insistent on Y/N squirting.
Kinktober Day 15 - Squirting
© Honeybear-Yammy, please do not steal, translate, copy, or transfer my work.
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"Come on, just one more, love." He said as he thrusted into you. You moaned out loudly as Klaus continued his brutal pace, thrusting his cock into your already abused pussy. You cried out and shoved your face into your pillow as he continued to fuck you the same way. You rested your cheek on the pillow, resting your head on the left side so you could breathe.
"Fuck, I love this pussy." Klaus said as he groaned. You moaned with him as he continued to fuck him, his pace somehow getting even faster than it was before. "Oh fuck!" You moaned out as you felt your stomach begin to clench. You could feel a knot growing in the bottom of your stomach and you knew that your orgasm would be approaching soon.
"Fuck- daddy!" You moaned out. "What is it, love?" He said breathlessly as he continued to fuck you hard. You tried to get your words out but you couldn't. All you could do was just lay there and moan out, unable to form any words at all.
Klaus began to slow down his pace a little so you could speak to him. "I said, what is it, love?" He asked. "I- I'm gonna cum!" You moaned out loudly. You could feel a familiar knot brewing in the bottom of your stomach and you knew for a fact that you were going to cum any second now.
"Oh yeah? Does my baby have to cum?" Klaus asked with a smirk before moaning out himself. You nodded desperately as he continued to fuck you. He smirked and slapped your ass roughly before grabbing the now sensitive skin in his hand. "Come on then, cum, cum for daddy." He said.
With that your eyes rolled back and your whole body trembled as the coil inside of you finally snapped causing a scream to tear through your throat as you gushed hard all over your boyfriends dick. Klaus had came the same time you did, his cum painting your gummy walls. He stopped his thrusts and looked down to where the two of you were connected before a smirk danced across his lips.
"I- what? What is it?" You asked breathlessly as you attempted to catch your breath. "Fuck baby, you squirted." Klaus said with a smirk as he looked back up at you. You sat up on your elbows and saw the mess that you made causing your cheeks to burn up, your face turning as red as a tomato.
He smirked before leaning over to kiss your lips softly. "Don't be embarrassed, love. It was so fucking hot." Klaus said. "And it was so hot that I intend on making you do it again and again." He said with a smirk before winking at you. It was going to be a very long night.
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Author's Note: tysm for reading!
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babeydollx · 11 months
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"Just One More, Love."
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Warnings: cursing, smut, daddy kink, p in v, unprotected sex, squirting
Pairings: Klaus Mikaelson x Female Hybrid Reader
Summary: In which Klaus is insistent on Y/N squirting.
© Maybanks-Luver 2023, please do not steal, copy, repost, or translate my work.
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"Come on, just one more, love." He said as he thrusted into you. You moaned out loudly as Klaus continued his brutal pace, thrusting his cock into your already abused pussy. You cried out and shoved your face into your pillow as he continued to fuck you the same way. You rested your cheek on the pillow, resting your head on the left side so you could breathe.
"Fuck, I love this pussy." Klaus said as he groaned. You moaned with him as he continued to fuck him, his pace somehow getting even faster than it was before. "Oh fuck!" You moaned out as you felt your stomach begin to clench. You could feel a knot growing in the bottom of your stomach and you knew that your orgasm would be approaching soon.
"Fuck- daddy!" You moaned out. "What is it, love?" He said breathlessly as he continued to fuck you hard. You tried to get your words out but you couldn't. All you could do was just lay there and moan out, unable to form any words at all.
Klaus began to slow down his pace a little so you could speak to him. "I said, what is it, love?" He asked. "I- I'm gonna cum!" You moaned out loudly. You could feel a familiar knot brewing in the bottom of your stomach and you knew for a fact that you were going to cum any second now.
"Oh yeah? Does my baby have to cum?" Klaus asked with a smirk before moaning out himself. You nodded desperately as he continued to fuck you. He smirked and slapped your ass roughly before grabbing the now sensitive skin in his hand. "Come on then, cum, cum for daddy." He said.
With that your eyes rolled back and your whole body trembled as the coil inside of you finally snapped causing a scream to tear through your throat as you gushed hard all over your boyfriends dick. Klaus had came the same time you did, his cum painting your gummy walls. He stopped his thrusts and looked down to where the two of you were connected before a smirk danced across his lips.
"I- what? What is it?" You asked breathlessly as you attempted to catch your breath. "Fuck baby, you squirted." Klaus said with a smirk as he looked back up at you. You sat up on your elbows and saw the mess that you made causing your cheeks to burn up, your face turning as red as a tomato.
He smirked before leaning over to kiss your lips softly. "Don't be embarrassed, love. It was so fucking hot." Klaus said. "And it was so hot that I intend on making you do it again and again." He said with a smirk before winking at you. It was going to be a very long night.
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Author's Note: tysm for reading!
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andreal831 · 7 months
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I hate when people say haylijah is weird because Hayley got with her baby daddy's brother.
First, this is just reducing a woman down to a man she had sex with. She is her own person. She didn't fall for Elijah as Klaus' ex-lover/baby-mama/one-night stand. She fell for him as a woman. It's also disgusting to say that Hayley was not allowed to have any emotions/feelings while she was pregnant. It doesn't matter whose child she was pregnant with, she still has bodily autonomy. No one made a comment when Klaus slept with multiple women while she was pregnant (one of whom attempted to kill his child). It's a complete double standard.
Second, Hayley didn't owe Klaus anything. They were not in a relationship. They didn't even like each other much in the beginning. It's crazy to think that Hayley isn't allowed to like someone because she had a one-night stand months before she even met Elijah.
Klaus was not at all interested in Hayley and didn't expect anything from her. Elijah backed off for the majority of season one just in case he did. But again, no one owed Klaus anything.
Hayley and Elijah are their own people and fell for each other outside of Klaus (I know shocking not everything revolves around him).
It's also hilarious to hear these statements from a fandom that is based on a love triangle between brothers.
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Phoebe Tonkin and Kat Graham in March 23rd — at the Fashion Trust US Awards in LA
Tvdu reunion <3 hopefully they had some good time together, Kat and Phoebe are amazing and I really think they could be good friends
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elijahslittleprincess · 9 months
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countrymusiclover · 11 months
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1 - Vow to never have Children
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Part 2
Gemini Runaway
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"Come on my children it's time for your destiny." My father Ben spoke as my brother Jacob and I walked through the woods stopping in the middle of a clearing. Today is the day we turned 22. Ever since we were kids our parents have said we had a destiny to one day lead our witch Coven. Jacob's blonde hair blows in front of his face as we now face each other. He is slightly taller than me. My mother Eliza stands by my father. She crossed her arms over her chest walking up to me slowly.
"Don't be afraid honey. This is what you're born to do." She tucks hair behind my ear. My back stiffening at the thought if she's telling the truth. The thing about my brother and I is that we are twins. But witches without our own magic. Our mother calls it siphoning. Glancing over my shoulder to Jacob I gulped heavily, putting my hands in his starting the chant we were taught recently. The wind started picking up as I stare up to the sky. The moon moved out from hiding by the clouds glowing down at our current spot.
Jacob squeezes my hands sensing my nerves like always. "Eyes on me. Twins together forever." I sniffed through tears at our little vow to each other. I feel the magic from inside me disappear and some new coming to me meaning it had to be Jacob's. My eyes turn white at the same time as Jacob's. The leaves spin around us as the wind is much faster until we reached the end of the spell. Jacob and I get thrown backwards where I grunted immediately passing out for a little while.
"Jacob!" I suddenly gasped shooting up in a sitting position. My heart beating quick as my eyes flickered around the forest landing on my twin brother laying on his back. Rushing to my feet I dropped on my knees shaking him lightly trying to wake him up. "Jacob, Jacob. Come on wake up. Please wake up, Jacob." My father stepped up placing a hand on my shoulder making me whip my head up starting to cry. "Why - why won't he wake up dad - what's going on?"
Instead of responding he bends down removing the gemstone necklace from around his neck that he always wore, placing it in my hand. "You have won the Merge, Raelyn."
He walked away as I felt tears falling down my face not understanding any of this. "Tardus pulsatio, Tardus pulsatio, Tardus pulsatio!" I press my hands onto Jacob's chest chanting in an attempt to bring him back. My mother suddenly walked up trying to pull me away from him where I screamed. She keeps pulling as I am sobbing uncontrollably now feeling his presence inside me. "He can't die, mother...He's my brother, my twin...I won't lose him!" Suddenly I winced feeling my mother draw magic from me, yanking me away from my brother and locking his body in a boundary spell so when I ran up I smacked a wall.
"You're father threatened that if I told you two the truth that he would force you to do the Merge earlier. I'm sorry sorry Raelyn." Mother threw her arms down at her sides choking through tears at her lost son.
Stomping my boots in the dirt I started crying more out of such confusion. "Why would he - what the hell is the Merge, mother!"
She frustratedly runs her fingers through her hair, throwing her head back in agony. "It's a ritual that happens to twins born into our Coven. Since you and Jacob just turned 22 today that is the year to have the Merge...it's where you combine your strengths together...there can only be one winner."
Swaying on my feet I feel light headed where I might throw up or pass out again at the horror. My mother tried to come towards me but I clutched the necklace of my twin in my hands turning my hand red drawing the magic into myself. "Evanesco." Before her eyes my whole body disappeared like I was invisible giving me the chance to run from her. The wind blows through my hair as my legs just keep running until I collapse against a tree seeing the open road.
Waving my hands back and forth I luckily get someone to stop, rolling down their window I see a young boy with blonde hair and a kind smile. "Hey miss, do you need a lift?"
Nodding my head slowly he put the car in park coming to help me in the passenger's seat closing the door. He closed his door and started the car, giving me a weak smile. "I'm Matt Donavan. What's your name?" Glancing towards the boy out of the corner of my eye I wrap my arms around myself. If today had taught me anything it's that you can't trust anyone, especially your own family.
Shifting my back towards the guy I stared out the window feeling like my heart was gone. "Can you just drive please, Matt. I'm not feeling good." He turns the engine on pulling back onto the road. People say twins have a special connection. That they can know what the other is thinking and can feel their pain. The second part is true, because I can still feel Jacob's spirit inside me still.
"Eyes on me. Twins together forever." Those are the last words my brother would ever say.
Matt drove us into town and I stayed curled up in a ball the whole trip. I don't see how my parents thought keeping the truth from us was okay. That we didn't deserve to know that one of us would win but kill our sibling in the end. Resting my hands over my ears I press my forehead on the countertop of the bar. Hopefully I can just drown it all out or make it appear as a horrible nightmare that I can wake up from.
Knowing that now I clutch my hands into my hair mumbling to myself like a mato. "I'm never having kids. The Gemini Coven will murder them if I do."
Something gets sat down in front of me making me peak through my fingers of my left hand eyeing a drink. "What's this?" I questioned I sit up on the barstool while Matt started wiping down the counter with a rag.
He eyed me with a smile before I raised the glass to my lips taking a sip. "You looked like you could use a drink. No charge for the first."
Without thinking I down the rest sitting it on the table, pressing my hands against it. "Give me something stronger. The stronger the better."
He eyes me for a minute but goes to make the drink anyway. Reaching into my pocket I slowly pull out Jacob's necklace laying it in front of me. Brushing my fingertips over the light blue gemstone I sniffed through tears that immediately came just by staring at the piece of jewelry. "Invisique. Nullum visa laris."
My father was proud that I was alive so I can't trust that he won't come after me. Mother seemed ashamed that she lied. More so that she lost one of her children. Opening my eyes again I hope the spell works to cloak me so they can't do a locator spell. A glass gets slide my way when the front door of the bar opened and someone walks up taking a seat beside me.
"Strong scotch. May I ask what is troubling a lady like yourself?" My ears picked up on a British accent causing me to whip my head throwing my hair around.
The stranger smiles in my direction picking up a drink Matt had brought him that I hadn't noticed until now. "Unfortunately I don't talk to strangers so no." I scoffed flipping my hair towards him.
The British man chuckled taking a long sip from his glass still eyeing me from the corner of his eyes. I can feel my heart starting to flutter at hearing his laugh. Jacob always joked that I dreamed of falling in love with a man with any accent. But I can't deny that the British one was my favorite. "Then let's change that. My name's Klaus. Klaus Mikaelson." He sticks his hand out towards me turning in his chair to face me.
I nearly choked on my drink having to quickly sit the glass down. Hitting my chest as I have a coughing fit in an attempt to not choke. Eyeing him with uncertainty I put my hand in his shaking it slowly biting my lip. Klaus started to pull away but I siphon his hand suddenly twisting his wrist slamming him against the wall with my other hand holding him there.
"Ergh - what are you girl!" He grunts against the wall trying to break free.
Slowly walking up to him I keep my hand raised in front of me holding him there. Eyeing him up and down Klaus has dirty blonde hair and blue eyes that are now turning gold. He clutched his hands into fists still trying to fight against my grip. But somehow I knew I could take him, maybe now that I took my brother's power it gave me a booster. "There's something about you that I don't trust, Klaus. I trusted people closest to me and they betrayed me. So I'm not falling for your charms."
Turning my hand I dropped him to the ground where he growled up at me, heading for the door glancing over my shoulder I kept a brave face to him. "As for my name it's Raelyn Lane. I'd stay away if I were you Mr. Mikaelson."
“I will hunt you to your end, Witch!” He snarled, getting to his feet trying to grab my arm. Spinning around on my feet I threw him backwards once more rushing out the front door and into the parking lot.
Stumbling backwards I collided with someone where we both fell onto the pavement with me pushing my hair out of my face. My eyes noticed that it was a blonde girl that I had run into. “Urgh I’m sorry.”
“Oh…it’s alright. Here let me help you, I’m Caroline Forbes.” She offered her hands pulling me to my feet so we were both standing.
Dropped my hands down to my sides I shrugged my shoulders where I noticed a ring on her hand that I could tell was some sort of daylight ring. By the certain jewelry inside the ring making her a vampire. “I’m Raelyn and I’m sorry again for bumping into you. I was trying to get away from this weird guy.”
“Witch!….Caroline?” Whipping my head around I gasped seeing the same Klaus coming back out of the bar halting in his tracks but he still had golden eyes meaning that he wasn’t just a werewolf when I saw that he showed me his fangs.
Caroline quickly stepped in between us. “Klaus, slow down. I know you probably want to snap her neck but let’s not do that and use your words first.”
“I was simply trying to be nice to the girl until she threw me around with her magic. This is why I don’t like witches.” He slumped his shoulders in anger, sending me a dark glare.
Moving my hand forward I gently gripped the blonde by the shoulder making her wince. “I’m sorry about this, Caroline…invisaqui." Closing my eyes I turned invisible and quickly ran as fast as I could away from them where I could hear as I left.
"Ow! What kind of witch was she?" The blonde asked, rubbing her shoulder.
Klaus shrugged his shoulders frantically looking around, not seeing or hearing me anywhere in sight. "I don't know but she's bloody irritating!!!"
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bellarkeselection · 9 months
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Could do a damon short where it is the day of the Mystic falls pageant and y/n is haveing douts about it because she is not like her sister but damon helps her get though and wins it
I have faith in you
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Caroline insisted that we both enter the Padgett but I don’t really understand why. I don’t see the point in dancing around in a dress for a title and a crown. But I am doing it because it will make our mom happy. Slowly walking down the long staircase in the red dress I was wearing my gaze met Damon standing at the bottom of the soars whined made me confused. “Damon, what are you doing. I thought Matt was my escort.”
“Quarterback got hung up with work. So I thought I could step in his place.” He offers me his hand leading me down the last few steps and into the room with the other girls and guys.
He intertwined our hands together where we began moving our feet across the floor. My gaze dropped to the ground where he spun me out and back into his chest. “I don’t like these things very much.”
“Why’s that, Y/n?” He asked me staring softly.
Dropping my gaze to the floor I didn’t want to really tell him because he would probably find it dumb. “Caroline asked me to be in this dumb thing. But I don’t want to do this cause I know she will probably win or someone else. So why do both Forbes girls need to compete.”
"So what is the real reason you don't want to compete in this Padgett?" The raven haired Salvatore brother asked, spinning me out of his chest.
Spinning back into his chest it took me a second before I answered the vampire in front of me. Mostly because I did have feelings for him. My sister said he wasn’t a good guy and just used her when she was still human. So that was what was detouring me from telling him the whole truth. “Damon, I…I don’t feel like I am good enough to beat the girls here. Or even my sister for that matter. I’m not the one who even caught your eye.”
“Is that what you think, Y/n?” He asked raising his voice at me making me avoid his gaze until he broke through the girls dancing leading me back into the building not caring if we messed up the event. “Cause you’re completely wrong that I didn’t notice you. Because I noticed you first.”
Blinking at him I almost couldn’t process it. “Damon, I - why didn’t you say something before now?”
“Because you’re sister basically threw herself at me. And you didn’t so I just went after her. And I’ll walk, away if you don’t feel the same way-“ I cut him off without thinking I crashed his lips onto mine. Wrapping my arms around his neck I deepened it.
He moved one hand up to my face and his other went to my waist kissing me back. Leaning against his embrace where we finally broke the kiss. “Let’s get out of here. Cause this Padgett isn’t our thing.” He nodded taking my hand in his vamping us back to his house.
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allysonkgirl · 1 year
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@3brihd inspired
“Nature’s loopholed.”
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bscript22 · 2 years
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Can you do some Stefan smut? Sub Male reader pls. Maybe something about grinding.
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Sit On My Lap
Stefan x Sub Male Reader
Stefan and you share a moment during a Founder's Day event, and Stefan can't stop thinking about it.
Warnings: Swearing, smut, unprotected sex, grinding, thigh-riding
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“Why does this exist anyways?” you asked, looking at the packed Lockwood Mansion. “Didn’t we already establish that people lived here before the founding families?”
“It’s about tradition,” Stefan said. 
“Tradition is not worth enduring a night of torture.”
“It may be torture, but we have to go.”
“No, Mr. Salvatore. You have to go. I’m not a founding family, so I can go home,” you said to him, chuckling. 
Stefan grabbed your arm and dragged you into the mansion. “If I have to go, you do.”
“I hate you,” you said. 
“Hate me all you want, you still have to come with me.”
“Excuse me, everyone,” Mrs. Lockwood said, hitting her glass with a fork. “Please make your way to the garden for the Founder’s Day presentation.”
“Yay,” you said flatly. 
“Get in the spirit of it,” Stefan said, chuckling. 
“The spirit of what? History?” you asked, grabbing a glass of champagne. 
You and Stefan pushed through the crowd towards the round tables facing a small stage. Everyone filed in quickly, finding seats as if they were assigned. Soon, every table was filled. 
“Sit down, Y/N,” Stefan said. 
“There are no more seats,” you replied, gesturing the six chairs filled with your friends. 
“Then pull one over.”
“There aren’t any more chairs. Let me sit on your lap.”
“No way,” Stefan said. “Just kneel on the ground.”
“I’m wearing a tux. I will not sit on the dirt in it. Just let me sit on your lap.” Stefan didn’t budge. “Please. I don’t want to be the only one standing.” You heard Mrs. Lockwood get up on the stage. 
“Fine,” Stefan said. 
“Thank you so much. You’re the best,” you said, sitting on his lap.”
“Did I miss the wedding?” Damon asked, chuckling. 
“Shut up, Damon.” You leaned over to lightly hit him on the arm, but you heard Stefan make a noise. “You okay?” you asked him. Stefan’s face reddened. 
“Yeah. I’m fine.”
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After a long night of speeches and history, Founder’s Day was finally over. Stefan unlocked the door to the Boarding House, and you followed him inside.
“Well that was boring,” he announced. “Want a drink?” He grabbed two glasses from the cabinet.
“I need to get out of this tux first,” you replied. Stefan laughed, undoing his tie and the top button of his shirt. You turned and started walking up the stairs.
“Wait,” Stefan called out tentatively. You moved to face him.
“You look pretty good in that tux,” Stefan said, slyly smiling.
“Uh, thanks?” you responded, then turned back toward his room. Stefan speeded over and grabbed your arm.
“What?” you asked, confused. Stefan paused, took a swig of the bourbon, then gave a sultry smile. “What? Am I missing something?”
Stefan set down his glass. He reached for the buttons on the vest of your tux; the jacket was already undone. As Stefan slowly opened the vest, you thought about how you should be stopping him, but you didn’t. You realized it was because you didn’t want to stop Stefan, and then it occurred to you that maybe you shouldn’t stop him.
“I had fun today,” Stefan said softly as he stripped you of your jacket and vest, letting them fall to the floor. “It was boring as hell, but I got to spend the whole day with you.” Stefan was whispering now. You could feel his breath on your neck and ear. Stefan removed your bowtie and began to unbutton your dress shirt. 
You didn’t know what to say or do so you just stood there and let Stefan undress the top half of your body.
“How much did you drink at the party?” you finally asked, trying to make sense of Stefan’s behavior.
“Not that much.” He placed his hands on your bare shoulders, then stroked slowly down your arms. Your mouth went dry.
“Why is this happening?” you asked, part of you not wanting to puzzle it out, just wanting to melt into the thrill of it and work out the logic later.
“Do you not want it?” Stefan asked, sounding as though he knew that you did, in fact, want it. And of course, you wanted it. You’d been crushing over Stefan for years, and now was your chance. 
“I want it,” you admitted, “I’m just confused.”
Stefan shrugged. “I don’t know, I’ve, you know, thought about it before, for a while now, and I guess these things can only be put off for so long.”
He picked up your hand and licked the inner wrist, then pressed his lips to it. You let out a soft whine, and Stefan gave a lusty smile.
“Why tonight?” you asked, too much of you still needing to understand what was happening before it went too far. “If you’ve thought about it before, what made you finally decide to, you know, actually do…it” you trailed off, not ready to say aloud what might be about to happen.
“When you sat on my lap,” Stefan replied with a grin. He walked to the couch, then hurried to shed his own clothes. You instinctively averted his gaze.
“You can look,” Stefan encouraged him. After a moment’s hesitation, you did. Stefan’s naked body was something he had seen before, but he had never looked at Stefan’s body the way he looked at it now. You’d never allowed yourself to appreciate it. You had never thought that was appropriate - but now, here Stefan was posing, displaying himself, and you allowed your eyes to examine every inch of him.
“You like it?” Stefan asked with a little smirk.
You didn’t say anything, just continued to stare. Stefan was muscular, but not too muscular. His cock was impressively large even though it was soft.
“Say it,” Stefan instructed. “Say you like it.”
“Yeah,” you murmured.
“No, say it. Say, ‘I like it.’”
It was embarrassing, and you didn’t want to say it, but at the same time you wanted more than anything to say it. You realized that you had wanted this for a long time too, but you hadn’t let yourself see the truth. You had repressed what he thought was wrong.
But with every passing moment, it was seeming less wrong.
“I like it,” you spoke.
“Yeah,” Stefan replied, his deep desire evident, “you want me to fuck you?”
You blinked at him. You were shocked to find that it sounded incredibly appealing to you. “Yes,” you exhaled. “But I
“It’s okay,” Stefan told you. He vamp-speeded up the stairs and returned a second later with a bottle of lube. He sat down in the chair, then brought his hand to his cock and began to rub it. you stared, mouth open, unable to look away from the sight. “Now take off your pants.”
You hesitated. “Do we really want to do this here? Anyone could walk in. Your bedroom would be more private.”
“It adds to the thrill. Caroline could walk in at any moment to see you bent over the couch, showing yourself off to me. Elena could come in to see you with my cock stuffed down your throat. You’ll moan so loud that every vampire in Mystic Falls will be able to hear what a slut you are for my cock.”
Your dick twitched. You didn’t think Stefan could ever act like this. You immediately stripped off the rest of your clothes. You saw Stefan’s gaze fall to your crotch and felt shy. Your instincts told you to cover yourself up, but you didn’t; though you felt vulnerable, you wanted Stefan to see you.
“Now spin around for me,” Stefan told you after a few moments. You did, feeling increasingly docile.
“Nice,” he complimented. You felt a thrill and smiled.
“You too.”
Stefan grinned. “Now get over here and bend over my lap so I can prepare you.”
You walked over, paused, then bent your head and kissed Stefan’s lips. Stefan made an eager sound, grabbed your head, and kissed you back fiercely. You yielded to his every motion, letting Stefan control the kiss entirely. Stefan felt powerful as he explored your mouth thoroughly. Your tongue chased after his, caressing it with light pressure. You slid a hand onto the back of Stefan’s neck and stroked the skin.
Finally, Stefan pulled away. “Bend over my lap,” he said again. you did, your ass feeling profoundly exposed, your cock pressing to Stefan’s thigh. You felt Stefan caress along your back and over the curve of your ass. Stefan’s hand was warm.
Then you heard the bottle of lube being opened, followed by the wet sound of Stefan slicking his fingers. Stefan’s other hand held one cheek to the side, and You was very aware that his hole was displayed. You felt helpless, and it was frightening, but you liked it. Stefan’s lubed finger made contact, grazing lightly over your entrance, and you gasped.
“You okay?”
“Fuck yes, keep going.”
Stefan’s finger began to trace along the puckered rim of your hole. The sensation sent a new kind of thrill throughout your body. Stefan circled the rim over and over until it seemed like it had been ages and ages, and you started to long for penetration. You bucked your hips eagerly. 
Stefan chuckled. “Inside?”
“Yeah, yes,” you moaned.
You felt the tip of Stefan’s finger rest against your entrance. Slowly, Stefan worked it inside, knuckle by knuckle until it was all the way in. You breathed heavily and squirmed around it, enjoying the decadent sensation. Stefan withdrew his finger, and you missed it immediately, but soon it penetrated you again, and again, and again. After a time, Stefan added a second finger, and you moaned loudly.
“You okay?” Stefan asked.
“Yes, fuck, so good.”
Stefan slid his two fingers in and out, parting them slightly inside and stretching your hole. Then Stefan curled his fingers, and you felt so good that, for a moment, you thought you had forgotten how to breathe.
“Fuck, Stefan, oh god.”
Stefan chuckled as he massaged the sensitive spot with his fingertips. You groaned, the sound low and long.
“Tell me how good it feels”
“Fuck, oh god,” you said again.
“No. Say it feels good, tell me how it feels.” He quickened the motion of his fingers, rubbing in speedy circles.
“So good, it feels so fucking good, Stefan. Don’t stop” you cried out.
“That’s it, good,” Stefan praised. He pushed his fingers fully inside you, then quickly whipped them out, causing you to let out a pornographic moan. “Ready for my cock?” he asked.
“Yes,” you answered with breathy enthusiasm as you stood up, your knees a little bit shaky. You saw that Stefan’s cock was hard and marvelous. You fell to your knees without thinking. You wrapped his hand around the base and tried to lower your mouth onto it as best you could.
“Oh fuck,” Stefan groaned, laying a hand on your hair. You stuffed as much of his cock into your mouth as you could and started bobbing your head. “Good, yeah, fuck yeah,” Stefan encouraged.
You let out a muffled moan at the approval. You strained to relax your gag reflex and pushed your head further down, managing to take more, but not all, of Stefan’s cock into your mouth. Stefan swore as you raised and lowered your head for many long moments. When you finally felt the need for breath, you took his mouth off and admired Stefan’s cock, slick with your spit. You looked up at Stefan.
“Such a good boy for me,” he said, running his thumb down your cheek and lips. You took it into your mouth and sucked. “Fuckkk.”
You returned to his cock, running your tongue up and down the shaft and over the head. You enjoyed the feeling of his veins against your tongue. You also enjoyed the feeling of giving Stefan pleasure, but ultimately your longing to be fucked made you stop. 
“Good, now sit on my lap,” Stefan instructed. “Sit on my lap like you did at the party today.”
You turned around, facing Stefan, then sat down on his lap. Stefan grunted and grabbed your hips, then wiggled your pelvis side to side until his cock slipped between the cheeks of your ass. The shaft rubbed along your crack and against your hole. You began to rock your hips. Stefan thrust against the outside for too long, and you started to feel mad with need.
“Put it in, fuck me, please Stefan, I need it,” you cried out.
“I thought about you sitting on my lap all night,” Stefan moaned, “I thought about you sitting on my lap, what your ass felt like against my crotch. I thought about it that whole time we were at the party. Fuck, Y/N, it was all I could think about.”
“Fuck me,” you whimpered.
“Say please.”
“Please,” you begged without hesitation.
“Good,” Stefan said approvingly, then reached between your bodies to line the head of his cock up with your hole. You raised your hips slightly to give Stefan better access. Stefan rested the slippery tip against your entrance for a long, still moment, then pushed it just past the threshold.
“Oh, god,” you breathed. “Yes, yes, more,” you chanted, hoping that Stefan would push in more. You needed more than just the tip, you craved it, you wanted Stefan to fill you up. But Stefan didn’t move.
“Sit on it,” he commanded.
You rested your hands on the back of the couch and began to lower yourself onto the remainder of Stefan's length. You controlled the speed of entry this way, and as you took Stefan’s cock into yourself and felt how wide it was, you were glad for the control. You both breathed heavily as you sat gradually onto Stefan’s cock. Stefan rested a hand on your hip, and it felt soothing.
“Oh fuck,” you groaned when it was finally all the way in. You felt the muscles inside your ass clench around Stefan’s hardness, and Stefan grunted and squeezed your hip.
“Good?” Stefan asked softly into his ear.
“So fucking good,” you answered, relishing the sensation of being fully penetrated and exquisitely stretched. Stefan brought his other hand to your free hip and gripped them both.
“Now ride me like this,” he nearly growled and began to lift your hips slightly, pulling you off of his erection. You disliked the feeling of its absence and hurried to slam down on it again. “Yeah, yeah, good,” Stefan praised. “Up and down, so good, like this, like this.” He guided your pelvis upward again, and you let yourself be moved. Stefan pushed you back down onto his hardness, then pulled you up once again. He proceeded to move your body up and down, up and down, bouncing you on and off of his cock as you panted.
“Go on, ride me,” Stefan instructed. “Fuck yourself with my cock.” He let go of your hips. You took over control, feeling remarkably eager to please Stefan. You drove yourself on and off, sitting fully onto it with each downward movement. You urgently shifted your position until you could feel the head of Stefan’s cock against your prostate.
“Fuck,” you yelled when you found just the right angle, and each entry after that, Stefan’s cock rubbed against your most sensitive spot. The sensations were making your cock so hard it ached to be touched.
“Good, so good,” Stefan moaned, grabbing onto your thighs. “You feel so fucking good,” he spoke directly into your ear, his tone definite. “You’re doing such a good job fucking yourself on my cock.”
The compliment made you close his eyes and moan loudly. You savored Stefan’s words. You opened your eyes again, moving your arms from the back of the couch to Stefan’s shoulders. Stefan pulled you down and united your lips for a soft moment. Then he gripped your hips firmly, digging in his nails a little, and began to thrust up into you. You cried out with pleasure, happy to let Stefan take back control, happy to submit to him.
“Feel good?” Stefan asked, tone thick with arousal and breath short.
You moaned. It felt so good that you couldn’t find the words. Stefan’s cock pounding up into you was a thrilling, beautiful sensation.
“Stefan,” you spoke finally. “Good, it’s so good. Will you jerk me? I need it, fuck.”
“Say please.”
“Please.”
“Fuck yeah,” Stefan replied with satisfaction, then wrapped his fingers around your cock. You felt like your cock had spent ages longing desperately for Stefan’s touch. At the moment of contact, you exhaled heavily with relief, and your pelvis jerked involuntarily. The sharp movement caused your hole to slam back against Stefan’s pelvis, meeting his current thrust and driving his cock even deeper inside. Stefan groaned and fucked you harder, slamming up into you, pounding your hole with wildness. His hand pumped your cock, fast and firm, and in no time at all, you were ready to release. Stefan ran his thumb over the tip and let out a low moan; you knew he had felt the leaking pre-cum.
“You want to cum?” Stefan asked.
“Yes,” you yelled. A part of you didn’t want it to be over because you didn’t know if this was a one-time thing, but a much bigger part of you - a part of you that refused to be denied - needed to climax and, perhaps even more desperately, needed to make Stefan cum. You needed to make Stefan cum from the pleasure of being with you, of being inside you.
“You go first,” Stefan directed, then squeezed your cock a little and jerked you even faster. You felt your heart pounding and noticed you were making a soft, eager whine. You felt your head spinning as the pleasure began to overwhelm you, and, as your cock throbbed, you felt the muscles inside your ass tensing and releasing hungrily around Stefan’s cock. You shuddered and, without thinking about it, called out Stefan’s name as you shot cum on Stefan’s chest and stomach. You could barely process how good your orgasm had been, and you ached to make Stefan feel the same way.
“Cum in me. Cum in me. Fill me up, Stef. Please. I need it so bad,” you chanted. Stefan gave a low grunt as he moved both hands back to your hips. Stefan held your pelvis immobile and gave a final thrust. You cried out when you felt Stefan’s shaft pulse inside you as he released.
It wasn’t awkward afterward like you feared it would be. Neither of you said anything. Stefan pulled out of you, and you fell onto his chest, relishing the sound of Stefan’s heavy breathing and the feeling of his chest rising and falling. 
“Thank you, Y/N,” he finally said, kissing you. 
You heard the familiar sound of vampire speed, and Damon appeared. You shrieked and grabbed a blanket to cover you and Stefan. 
“Damon!” you yelled, glaring at him. 
“Jesus. The living room? Really? It’s a shared space!” he said, holding his hand over his eyes. 
“I’m sorry, where did you kill Vicki Donovan after you had that weird vampire sex thing?” Stefan asked. 
“I did not sleep with her. I just turned her.”
“Point still stands,” Stefan said, grabbing his pants and boxers. 
“No more sex in the living room!” Damon commanded, walking into the kitchen. 
“Sex in the bedroom?” you asked, once he was gone. 
“Lead the way,” Stefan said. 
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