#jeremy gilbert x reader

[vigilante-3073]

The Scholar & The Hunter

Jeremy Gilbert x Female Human Reader

Summary: Jeremy gets the hunter's mark after Connor was killed by Elena. He realizes the importance of the person he needs to protect.

Y/N L/N and Jeremy Gilbert had always been incredibly close. They were in the same grade and both had an affinity for art, but there were also some distinct differences between them. Y/N was an academic who took her studies incredibly serious and Jeremy preferred to skip class.

Y/N didn't have a very large friend group and spent most of her time with Jeremy. Y/N suddenly found herself alone when he decided to hang out with an unfavorable crowd of drug users like Vicki Donovan.

Y/N had always liked Jeremy as something more than a friend. Elena knew and had been rooting for them for years, but Y/N never told Jeremy. They drifted apart when Jeremy found himself interested in Vicki, Anna and Bonnie.

Y/N would always be there for him, but seeing him fall for other people broke her heart.

The pair eventually found their way back to one another when Jeremy discovered the existence of the supernatural. He needed to confide in someone and found himself turning to Y/N.

Jeremy told her absolutely everything, gifting her a Vervain necklace and making her promise that she would never take it off.

Y/N quickly delved into the journals of the founding families in Mystic Falls. She made notes and categorized the information into different sections, noting which journal provided what.

Y/N also talked to Stefan while he was over at the Gilbert home, making notes about how Vampirism worked and what they could and couldn't do. Y/N had quickly come to possess a wealth of knowledge on Vampires, Werewolves, Hybrids, Witches, Originals and Doppelgangers.

Jeremy was thankful to have someone reliable beside him in such a crazy world. Y/N looked at things logically, breaking everything down into facts and consulting relevant sources for solutions.

Y/N had helped Elena, Stefan and Bonnie on multiple occasions. She brought them important information and they valued her contributions dearly.

Y/N managed to get Jeremy a job at the grill with her and Matt. They worked together almost every day and spent most of their time off together as well.

It was rare that Jeremy and Y/N were apart for more than a day, usually talking on the phone or texting when they couldn't physically be together. Y/N had almost become an expected presence in the Gilbert home over the years and it was strange to go a day without seeing her.

Jeremy wouldn't allow Y/N to come around the house after Elena became a Vampire. He was determined to keep her safe and refused to expose her to a newly transitioned Vampire.

Jeremy knew that things could take a turn for the worst when a hunter named Connor arrived in Mystic Falls. It took him less than five minutes to find Tyler and shoot him in foyer of the Lockwood home. This man clearly meant business and could completely wipe out the Hybrid and Vampire populations of Mystic Falls.

After a few close calls and a hostage situation at the Grill, Elena killed Connor in cold blood. The hunter's mark began to appear on Jeremy's body and he told Y/N immediately. She looked through every relevant source, telling him that he would need to kill a Vampire in order to stop Elena's hallucinations and expand the mark.

Jeremy killed one of Klaus' hybrids to save his sister and suddenly everything changed. He began to dream about killing Elena, looking at her with malice whenever he saw her.

Y/N noticed the change right away, recommending that he come and stay with her for a while. Jeremy began to pack a bag and quickly discovered that Elena had already moved in with the Salvatore brothers.

Jeremy was disgusted by the sheer amount of relief that filled his body. He shouldn't be happy that his sister left their home, but he couldn't help it.

He was a hunter and she was his prey, it had become his instinct to kill Vampires and he couldn't have her around him any longer.

...

Jeremy sat in his bed with his back leaned against the headboard. The house was completely silent aside from the soft clicking of Y/N's laptop keyboard as she typed and the soft scribbling of pen on paper.

She had been looking into the lore about hunters, trying to learn as much as she possibly could. The group didn't need another surprise like they had with the hunter's curse.

Jeremy watched her as she worked, sitting in his desk chair with her legs crossed. She looked through a stack of papers, making notes and searching up whatever peaked her interest.

"Hey, Y/N?" Jeremy questioned.

"Yeah," She replied, setting down her pen and looking over at him.

"Can you stay here tonight?" He asked.

"Are you flirting with me, Jeremy?" She questioned with a teasing smile.

He looked down, cheeks flushing as a small smile appeared on his face, "You know I'm always flirting with you," He replied.

"That was a very smooth response," Y/N said, turning the chair to face him, "All joking aside, do you really want me to stay?" She asked.

"Yeah, I just- I hate the silence," He said.

"So, you're saying I snore?" Y/N questioned.

Jeremy huffed a laugh, "Definitely... I want you to stay so I can listen to you snore all night," Jeremy said.

"You're lucky that I like you, Jeremy," Y/N said.

He watched her as she turned back to the desk, tidying up her papers and plugging in her laptop. Y/N stood up from the chair and Jeremy got out of the bed, he stepped over to his dresser and pulled out a shirt for her to wear.

"Elena said you can borrow whatever else you need from her," Jeremy said.

Y/N took the shirt from his hand, "Did you tell her I was staying over?" She asked.

"No, but she figured that you would," He replied.

"She knows you well," Y/N said.

"She does," Jeremy nodded.

Y/N stepped into the bathroom, closing the door gently behind herself. Jeremy sat down on the edge of his bed as he waited for her to come back.

His heart raced as he fidgeted with his hands, he had decided that tonight was when he was going to make his move. After years of pining, he was finally ready to tell her how he really felt and he hoped that she felt the same.

The hunter's mark had made him look at his life through a different lens and he realized that Y/N was incredibly important to him. Jeremy would die before he let any harm come to her, Y/N meant everything to him and he had fallen in love with her.

The door opened and he stood up, Y/N almost seemed surprised to see him standing there. She was dressed in his t-shirt and a pair of Elena's sleep shorts, but he had never seen her look more beautiful.

"Is everything okay?" Y/N asked, setting down her stack of folded clothes and giving him her undivided attention.

"I have something to tell you," He said, she nodded.

"I think I'm falling in love with you... I completely understand if you don't feel the same way, but your friendship means everything to me and I don't want to lose that," Jeremy said.

"Jeremy," Y/N started.

His stomach dropped, "Y-you don't have to say anything. We can just pretend that I never opened my mouth and keep things the same as they've always been," Jeremy said quickly, desperate to keep from hearing her rejection.

"What if I don't want to keep things the same?" Y/N asked.

"Are you- Are you saying what I think you're saying?" He questioned, eyes searching her face for any sign of dishonesty.

"Jeremy Gilbert, I have been in love with you since we were ten," Y/N stated.

He huffed a laugh, "Well, I guess it took me a little longer to figure out how I felt," Jeremy said.

"You're a guy. It usually takes you a bit longer to figure things out," Y/N teased.

Jeremy smiled, cupping her cheeks and pressing his lips to hers in a gentle kiss. Y/N rested her hands on his sides, tentatively moving her lips against his.

Jeremy pulled away, resting his forehead against hers as he brushed his thumbs across her skin gently.

"I need you to know that I will do everything in my power to keep you safe. You mean everything to me, Y/N," He said softly.

"I'm a lucky girl," She smiled.

"The luckiest," Jeremy replied, returning his lips to hers in a more passionate kiss.

Jeremy pulled away, pressing a kiss to her forehead before he looked down at her, "Will you be my girlfriend?" He asked.

"Yes, of course I will," She replied.

...

Jeremy made his way down the stairs, hesitating as he heard the sound of a knife thudding gently against a cutting board. He adjusted his grip on the wooden stake in his hand as he slowly entered the kitchen.

"Morning, little Gilbert," Damon greeted, chopping up spinach.

"You shouldn't be here, Damon. If you haven't heard, I'm having a hard time not murdering Vampires lately," Jeremy stated.

"I'm willing to take the chance," Damon stated. He lifted up the cutting board and swept the ingredients into a bowl of raw eggs.

"Elena told me that you were having a sleepover with Y/N," Damon said, stirring the mixture with a fork as he turned towards the stove.

"Why do you care?" Jeremy questioned.

"I'm just nosy by nature," Damon smirked, dumping the mixture into the hot skillet. It sizzled softly as he placed the bowl into the sink.

"I could hear you two getting wet and wild in the shower when I came in. Elena's gonna be elated to hear that her little brother has finally admitted his feelings," Damon said.

"Why are you even here, Damon?" Jeremy asked.

"I'm making fritatta," Damon stated simply.

"What's the real reason?" Jeremy questioned.

Y/N made her way down the stairs, she paused in the doorway when she noticed the stake in Jeremy's hand.

"Is everything okay?" Y/N asked.

"Everything is great, I'm making fritatta," Damon said.

"Ooh, I love your fritatta," Y/N said, stepping around Jeremy and taking a seat at the kitchen island.

"She loves my fitatta," Damon repeated with a smile.

Jeremy shifted on his feet, feeling tense at the sight of Y/N being close to a Vampire. Damon picked up a bowl of strawberries, reaching out to place them down in front of Y/N.

Jeremy took a quick step forward, breath speeding up as he raised the stake slightly. Damon glanced at him, setting the bowl down on the countertop.

"Fresh from the market," He said, returning to the stove.

Damon moved the skillet into the oven to finish cooking, leaning against the counter and watching Y/N eat some of the fresh fruit.

"You two had sex then?" He questioned.

"Damon," Jeremy snapped.

"We did," Y/N replied simultaneously.

"Why would you tell him that?" Jeremy asked, Y/N shrugged.

"He's less annoying when you're honest," She stated.

"Good for you. Some time doing the horizontal tango might take his mind off those murderous tendencies," Damon said.

"We'll keep at it then," Y/N replied, biting into another strawberry.

"Speaking of those killer instincts, we might have figured out a way around that," Damon stated.

"Really? What is it?" Y/N asked.

"Bonnie's witchy teacher dude. He knows a lot about hunters and he thinks that hypnosis can help change how Jeremy responds to the urges," Damon said.

"Does Elena know?" Y/N questioned.

"She does. But she thought it should be more of a phone call rather than a face to face convo because of your affinity for sharp wooden objects," Damon stated, sending Jeremy a smile.

"Where are we meeting him?" Y/N asked.

"The lake house. Elena and I are going to come up at game time, but Bonnie and Shane will join you around noon," Damon said.

"Just enough time for fritatta," Y/N smiled.

"My thoughts exactly," Damon replied.

[girlkisser13]

going on your first date with the tvdu men would include

damon salvatore

• damon would likely choose a secluded and romantic location, perhaps the mystic grill for a drink, followed by a surprise trip to a hidden spot in the woods or a beautiful clearing with a view of the stars.

• he would pick you up in his blue convertible, making the journey to your date part of the experience, complete with playful banter and a perfectly curated playlist.

• expect witty and flirty conversation. we all know damon LOVES to tease, but he’d also be surprisingly attentive, showing genuine interest in getting to know you better.

• he’d most likely choose your drink for you, something you’d end up loving, showcasing his impeccable taste. if the date involves food, he’d make sure it’s something special, perhaps even cooking for you at his house.

• if the moment felt right, damon will suggest dancing. whether it’s a slow dance in the woods under the stars or a playful dance at the grill, he’d make it unforgettable.

• at the end of the date, damon would walk you to your door. his goodbye would be lingering, leaving you eager for the next time you see him. he’d probably leave you with a teasing comment or a promise of more to come.

elijah mikaelson

• elijah would choose an elegant and sophisticated location, a high-end restaurant with a stunning view or a private, luxurious setting that exudes old school harm.

• he’d OBVIOUSLY show up dressed impeccably in a tailored suit, reflecting his refined and timeless style. every detail of his appearance would be perfect, from his cufflinks to his neatly styled hair.

• elijah would send a classic car to pick you up, or he would arrive himself, ready to escort you to your date with utmost courtesy.

• elijah would be genuinely interested in your thoughts, opinions, and experiences. he’d share fascinating stories from his centuries-long life, offering glimpses into his past while keeping an air of mystery.

• elijah is the epitome of a gentleman. he’d hold doors open for you, help you with your coat, and ensure you feel cherished and respected throughout the evening.

• he would bring you a thoughtful gift, such as a bouquet of rare flowers or a book that he thinks you’d love, showing his attention to detail and consideration.

• elijah would choose the finest cuisine and wine, making sure everything is of the highest quality. he’d ensure the meal is a culinary experience, with each course carefully selected to delight your palate.

• he would engage you in conversations about art, history, literature, and culture, revealing his vast knowledge and passion for these subjects.

• while elijah is a perfect gentleman, there’s always an underlying sense of his power and ability to protect you. you’d feel safe and secure in his presence, knowing he’d go to great lengths to ensure your well-being.

• at the end of the date, elijah would walk you to your door, ensuring you’re safely home. his goodbye would be tender and sincere, perhaps with a gentle kiss on your hand or a soft brush of his lips against your cheek, leaving you enchanted and eager for the next time you meet.

kol mikaelson

• kol would choose a fun and unpredictable location for your date. this could range from a vibrant bar in the french quarter, to a late-night carnival, or even a spontaneous adventure like breaking into an abandoned mansion for some exploring.

• kol would either show up in a flashy car or decide to take you for a walk through the lively streets of new orleans, there’s no in between.

• kol is all about living in the moment. he might suggest impromptu activities, like dancing in the street to a nearby musician’s tunes or trying some exotic food from a street vendor.

• there’s always a touch of mischief with kol. he might pull a harmless prank or engage in a bit of friendly competition, such as challenging you to a game of pool or darts at a local bar.

• kol wouldn’t hide his vampire nature; instead, he’d use it to impress you. he’d show off his speed, strength, and compel the bartender to give you both free drinks.

• the date would be filled with energy and excitement. kol’s enthusiasm is contagious, and he’d ensure you’re constantly entertained and engaged, never a dull moment.

• at the end of the date, kol would walk you home, making sure you’re safely inside. his goodbye would be flirty and full of promise, perhaps with a lingering kiss or a playful comment about your next adventure together.

jeremy gilbert

• jeremy would choose a casual and comfortable location, like a cozy café, a local diner, or a peaceful spot by the lake for a picnic.

• jeremy is a good listener and would be interested in learning about your passions, dreams, and experiences.

• jeremy would suggest doing something fun and interactive, like visiting an arcade, going for a hike, or even attending a local concert. he’d want to create a memorable experience that’s enjoyable for both of you.

• jeremy’s an artist so he might even take you to a local art gallery, or he could even bring his sketchbook and show you some of his sketches (they’re honestly probably all sketches of you).

• jeremy would choose a place with good, hearty food— nothing too fancy, but something that feels comforting and satisfying. if you’re having a picnic, he’d pack a basket with some of his favorite snacks and drinks.

• he also loves being outdoors, so he might take you to a beautiful, secluded spot in nature.

• at the end of the date, jeremy would walk you to your door and make sure you’re safely inside. his goodbye would be sweet and sincere, leaving you feeling cared for and excited for the next time you see him.

malachai "kai" parker

• kai would choose an unconventional and adventurous location. this could range from exploring an old, abandoned building to a spontaneous road trip to a nearby town. he loves to keep things exciting and unpredictable.

• there’s always a sense of mischief with kai. he would definitely suggest something dangerous or illegal, like sneaking into a restricted area or trying out a thrilling activity. he enjoys pushing boundaries and seeing how far you’re willing to go.

• kai wouldn’t shy away from using his magic. he might perform small, impressive spells to amuse you or use his powers to enhance the date, like creating a magical light show or conjuring up something special.

• kai would take you to a unique, offbeat restaurant or café, somewhere with a cool vibe and interesting menu. he’d make sure the experience is memorable and out of the ordinary.

• at the end of the date, kai would walk you to your door with a mix of playful charm and genuine interest. his goodbye would be intriguing and magnetic, perhaps with a lingering touch or a cryptic comment that leaves you wanting more.

niklaus "klaus" mikaelson

• klaus would choose a sophisticated and exclusive location, like a private rooftop dinner with a stunning view of the city, a hidden garden, or a historic site. he loves grandeur and would want to impress you with a memorable setting.

• klaus would pick you up in a luxurious car, ensuring you travel in comfort and style. the journey would be smooth and filled with engaging conversation, making you feel at ease and intrigued.

• klaus is well-read and knowledgeable, and he’d be genuinely interested in your thoughts and experiences. he’d share fascinating stories from his long life, providing glimpses into his complex personality.

• klaus is a master of romantic gestures. he’d bring you a bouquet of rare flowers, arrange for a talented musician to play a private concert, or surprise you with a beautifully handwritten note expressing his admiration.

• klaus has a deep appreciation for art and culture. he might take you to an art gallery, a classical music concert, or even show you some of his own artwork. he’d love to share his passions with you and see your reactions.

• klaus has a penetrating gaze that can make you feel like the only person in the world. throughout the date, he’d often lock eyes with you, never looking away until you do.

• his protective nature would be evident. he’d ensure you feel safe and cared for at all times, subtly asserting his strength and willingness to defend you if needed.

• klaus is a gentleman at heart. he’d open doors for you, pull out your chair, and be attentive to your needs, ensuring you feel respected and cherished.

• at the end of the date, klaus would walk you to your door. his goodbye would be lingering and filled with promise, perhaps with a gentle kiss on your hand or a soft brush of his lips against yours, leaving you yearning for more.

stefan salvatore

• stefan would choose a charming, low-key location for your first date. this might be a quaint café, a scenic park, or a cozy restaurant with a relaxed atmosphere where you can talk and connect.

• he’d pick you up in his car, making sure the ride is pleasant and comfortable. he might even play a soft playlist to set a relaxed mood.

• stefan is thoughtful and would likely bring a small, meaningful gift, like a single flower or a favorite book he thinks you’d enjoy. he values the little things that show he’s paying attention.

• stefan would plan a thoughtful activity, such as a stroll through a picturesque park, a visit to a local art exhibit, or a casual outing to a farmers' market, where you can explore and talk.

• he’d pay close attention to your preferences and needs, ensuring you’re comfortable and having a good time. if you mention a favorite food or drink, he’d remember and include it in the date.

• stefan’s demeanor is kind and respectful. he’d open doors for you, offer his arm while walking, and be attentive without being overwhelming, showing his genuine respect and care.

• rather than grand gestures, stefan plan a quiet moment to watch the sunset together or find a peaceful spot where you can talk privately.

• at the end of the date, stefan would walk you to your doorstep. his goodbye would be heartfelt, leaving you with a feeling of warmth and anticipation for the next time you see him.

[sirensslament]

RUIN jeremy gilbert x reader

summary!: Jeremy Gilbert has always been a walking tragedy, blood on his hands, ghosts in his lungs. When he disappears into the woods for another reckless hunt, you go after him, even knowing how often he tries to push you away. But under the moonlight and soaked in violence, something breaks between you both. What begins as an argument spirals into something raw, desperate, and real, something that might finally make him want to live.

Pairing: hunter!jeremygilbert x femalehuman!reader

Trope: hurt/comfort, friends-to-something-more, mutual pining, emotionally repressed idiot x the only person who sees him

Genre: slight angst, action, smut, emotional intensity

Note: based on this request <3

Word count: 2.6k

fic warnings!: violence, blood (non-sexual), canon trauma, grief, guilt, emotional repression, semi-public setting, strong language, mental health themes (self-worth, death wish implication)

smut warnings!: oral sex (m&f), rough sex against a tree, dom!jeremy, light choking (consensual), hair pulling, dirty talk praise/degradation, overstimulation, semi-public sex, emotional breakdown sex, jeremy being feral and a little unhinged.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

The woods feel different tonight.

You notice it the second your boots crunch down on the mossy underbrush, branches whispering like they know something you don’t. The air is thick, humid in that Southern, late-summer way, but beneath the heat, there’s something colder. Something wrong.

Terribly wrong.

You push forward anyway, your flashlight slicing through the darkness in a narrow beam. The grip of your blade is still warm in your hand from the last time you used it. Not on a vampire, not tonight, but the way Mystic Falls has been lately, you know it’s only a matter of time.

And you know he’s out here.

Jeremy Gilbert.

Vampire hunter.

Walking trauma magnet.

Elena’s little brother, but only in name these days. There’s nothing little or soft about him anymore, not since he came back from the dead with darkness etched behind his eyes. Not since the hunter’s mark burned itself across his skin like a brand.

You haven’t seen him since yesterday, when he’d muttered something vague about “tracking movement east of the Falls” and disappeared before you could make him promise not to do anything stupid. Again. Typical Jeremy.

Now it’s past midnight. You’ve called him twice. Texted four times. Silence.

So you come looking.

The smell hits you before anything else, metallic, thick.

Before all of this, before you knew of the supernatural, when you thought your life was simple and normal, you never knew how poignant the smell of blood could be.

You also never knew how often that smell would linger around you.

More Jeremy than you, actually. Since he himself says that everyone keeps dying on him.

Everyone but you, you want to tell him. But every time you try to get close to him, to show that you care, he pushes you away. Like he hates you, or worse, hates the thought of losing you.

That smell again.

Blood.

It weaves through the night like a warning. You slow your steps, muscles tensing, and flick the flashlight off. Your human ears do the rest. A sharp crack in the distance. A grunt. Something heavy hitting the ground.

You know how stupid you look. A human, alone in the woods with nothing but a mere flashlight, surrounded by a sea of trees, trapped in a town full of anything a nightmare would dream of.

But you're here for Jeremy, you remind yourself.

You move faster.

The clearing appears suddenly, like the trees just give up trying to keep you out. You step through the last wall of brush and freeze.

He’s there.

Jeremy’s crouched low beside a fallen body, chest heaving, shirt soaked through with sweat and crimson streaks that you hope aren’t his. One hand grips the handle of a bloodied stake buried in what used to be a vampire’s heart. The other shakes slightly as he yanks it free.

“Jeremy,” you breathe.

His head snaps up. His eyes, wild, dark, not right, lock onto yours. You see the moment he registers you. The way his entire body tenses like you’re another threat. Then, slowly, the tension drains from his shoulders, replaced by something worse: exhaustion.

Resignation.

He stands, legs unsteady, and wipes the back of his hand across his mouth. “What are you doing out here?”

His voice is rougher than usual, like he hasn’t spoken in hours. It scrapes against your nerves.

You step closer. “I could ask you the same thing. You went dark. Again.”

“I had it handled.”

You scoff, gesturing to the body. “Yeah, clearly.”

His jaw tightens, but he doesn’t argue. Instead, he turns away, grabbing his bag off the ground and slinging it over his shoulder. You catch the wince he tries to hide and immediately move to his side.

“Jeremy, stop.”

“I said I’m fine.”

“You always say that,” you snap, grabbing his arm.

His muscles go rigid beneath your fingers. For a second, he doesn’t move. Just stands there, breathing hard, like he’s deciding whether to shake you off or let himself crumble.

You look at him, really look at him, and your heart sinks.

There’s a shallow gash running along his ribs, tearing through the side of his shirt and leaking blood in a steady trail down his hip. His knuckles are split, crusted in red. There’s a bruise forming on his cheekbone, angry and violet beneath the moonlight. But it’s not the physical damage that gets to you. It’s his eyes.

There’s a storm behind them.

“You could’ve died out here,” you say quietly.

He laughs. It's humorless. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Jeremy.”

“I said I had it under control.”

“No,” you bite out, stepping in front of him. “You never have it under control. You throw yourself into these hunts like you’re trying to get killed. Like maybe you think you should.”

The words hang between you like fog, heavy and cold.

He finally looks at you. Really looks at you. His eyes soften just enough to make your stomach twist.

“I’m not trying to die,” he says, voice low. “I’m trying to make it mean something.”

You shake your head, tears stinging hot behind your eyes. “And what happens when it’s not enough? When your death doesn’t fix anything? What do we do when Elena finds your dead body? What do we do then, Jeremy?”

His silence is the only answer he gives you.

And it hurts, how much he doesn’t say. How much he carries in that quiet suffering he thinks no one sees. But you do. You’ve always seen it.

Without thinking, you reach out and press your hand against his chest, right over the place his heart thuds beneath the blood-soaked cotton. His breath catches.

“I came out here because I care about you,” you say, voice shaking. “Because if something happened to you, I’d—”

“Don’t,” he cuts in, harsh. But his hand comes up to wrap around your wrist, holding it against him. Like he needs the contact more than he wants to admit. “Don’t say that. Not unless you mean it.”

“I do.”

You don’t even blink when you say it. Because it’s the truth. Every word.

For a long moment, there’s only the sound of crickets, wind in the trees, your ragged breathing.

Then, something breaks in him.

His mouth is on yours before you can speak again, hot, urgent, messy. There’s blood on his lips, but you don’t care. You taste sweat and desperation and something that feels dangerously close to grief. His hands are rough when they grab your hips, pull you closer. Yours find the back of his neck, fingers tangling in damp hair.

It’s not soft. It’s not gentle. But it’s real.

And you think: maybe this is what he needs. What you need. Just for tonight.

A reason to stay breathing.

You don't know who moves first.

One second, you're clinging to the shattered breath between you, and the next, he's slamming you back into the nearest tree with a grunt, mouth crashing into yours like he’s starved for it, like he’s starved for you. The bark digs into your spine, rough and grounding, a painful contrast to the way Jeremy's lips part yours so easily, so desperately.

His hands roam your body with none of the caution he used to show, no hesitation, no asking. Just need, pouring out of him like blood from a wound. One hand fists in your shirt, dragging you closer like he wants to merge you with him, like proximity is the only thing keeping him tethered to this world.

You kiss him back harder.

Fingers in his hair. Nails scraping against the back of his neck. You don’t care about the dirt under your boots or the blood on his skin. You don’t care that the woods are silent now, like even the night is holding its breath.

All you care about is this.

Jeremy groans low into your mouth when you bite his bottom lip, not enough to hurt, just enough to make him feel it. His grip tightens on your waist, and then he’s dragging his mouth down your jaw, your throat, teeth grazing your pulse point like instinct. Like he can smell how fast it’s beating.

“You shouldn’t have come,” he growls against your skin, voice dark and low. “I told you to stay away.”

You let your head fall back, exposing your neck to him. “You knew I’d come anyway.”

He presses his forehead against your collarbone, breathing you in, hands trembling where they grip your hips. “You don’t get it,” he whispers. “I can’t be gentle right now. I don’t have that in me.”

“Then don’t be.”

That’s all it takes.

He groans like the words physically crack him open. Then he’s turning you, pressing your chest to the tree, his body molding to your back. His hands slide beneath your shirt, rough palms skating over your skin. The scrape of his calluses makes you gasp. Every touch is urgent, like he's making sure you're real. That you’re here. That he hasn’t lost you, too.

“Tell me to stop,” he breathes against your ear, one hand splayed across your stomach, the other creeping up to your chest.

You reach behind you, grab a fistful of his hair, and yank him closer. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

His laugh is dark, wrecked. And then he’s kissing down your neck again, tongue dragging slow and hot over the shell of your ear before he sinks his teeth, not fangs, just teeth, into your shoulder. Enough to make you shudder.

Clothes come off in frantic pieces. He helps when he can, but mostly he just watches, chest heaving, blood still drying in streaks across his skin. His hunter's mark is partly visible now, twisting over his ribs, and you trace it with your fingers as you turn to face him again.

“You’re beautiful,” you whisper, because he is. Even like this. Especially like this.

He exhales sharply like it hurts to hear. “You shouldn’t say shit like that.”

“Why not?”

“Because if you do… I won’t let you go.”

You step in, lips ghosting over his, and whisper, “Then don’t.”

And he doesn’t.

Your back hits the tree again, and this time, it hurts, but you don’t care. Not when Jeremy’s hands are on you like this. Not when he kisses you like he needs you to breathe. His tongue pushes into your mouth, desperate, demanding, and you give it all, your breath, your moan, your goddamn sanity.

“Fuck, I shouldn’t want this,” he pants against your jaw, dragging his lips down your throat. “Not like this. Not with you.”

You grab a fistful of his bloody shirt and yank him closer. “Then stop thinking.”

He growls, growls, low and wrecked, and that’s all the warning you get before he drops to his knees in the dirt and shoves your pants down in one rough motion. You hiss when the night air hits your skin, but then his hands are on your thighs, forcing you open, and his mouth—

Holy fuck.

Jeremy licks into you like he’s trying to erase the memory of everything else. He groans when he tastes you, low and guttural, grinding into the ground like he needs the friction. His tongue moves in rough, hungry strokes, sloppy, dirty, filthy, like this isn’t something sweet, like it’s survival.

You tangle your fingers in his hair, hips rocking into his face.

“Jeremy,” you gasp. “Jesus—”

“Say my name again,” he mutters against your cunt, voice ruined. “Say it like I’m the only thing keeping you alive.”

You do. Over and over again. Because right now, he is.

Your orgasm rips through you like a lightning strike, fast and furious, and you try to push him away, but he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t fucking stop. His arms lock around your thighs and he eats you through it, through the shaking, through the oversensitivity, until you’re begging, gasping out broken pleas he ignores with a moan of his own.

You come again on his tongue, thighs trembling against his ears. He finally pulls back, lips slick, jaw clenched like he’s in pain.

“Fuck,” he says again, voice rough. “Get on your knees.”

You drop without hesitation.

Your hands work open his belt, his jeans, and his cock springs free, hard, flushed, dripping. You look up at him through your lashes and his whole body shudders.

“Don’t fucking look at me like that,” he snaps, voice ragged. “I’ll come before you even touch me.”

You smile, slow and wicked. “That’s not very hunter-like of you.”

He grabs your jaw, not hard, but firm, and tilts your head back. His thumb presses against your lower lip, smearing your spit. “Open your mouth.”

You do.

And when he slides his cock in, it’s like every restraint he had left shatters.

Jeremy fucks your mouth slowly at first, watching your eyes water, your lips stretch around him. His hand stays tight in your hair, keeping you in place. “So fucking pretty like this. On your knees. Taking me like you were made for it.”

You moan around him, because it’s true. You want this. You want him.

He fucks into your mouth harder now, breathing harsh, sweat dripping from his brow. And just when you think he’s about to come, he pulls out with a curse and hauls you to your feet like you weigh nothing.

“You want it rough?” he asks, voice barely human. “You want me to ruin you out here where anyone could see?”

“Yes,” you breathe. “Jeremy, please.”

That’s it.

He turns you around, bends you over against the tree, and shoves himself into you with one brutal thrust. You cry out, nails scraping the bark, and he just grunts, hips snapping against yours with raw, savage force.

Every thrust punches a moan out of you.

Every drag of his cock feels like punishment and reward all at once.

“You think I don’t see it?” he growls in your ear. “The way you look at me. Like I’m not broken. Like I’m something worth saving.”

“You are,” you choke out.

He grabs your throat, lightly, just enough pressure to make your breath catch. “No. I’m not. But I’ll keep you safe. Even if it kills me.”

You don’t know if it’s the sex or the confession or the fact that he’s holding you like you matter, but the orgasm that hits you next tears through your entire body. You scream, full-on scream, and Jeremy shudders as your walls clamp down around him.

He buries himself deep and groans your name as he comes, hard, hips jerking, body shaking like he’s losing it. Like you are the thing anchoring him back to life.

For a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of your breathing, harsh and tangled. The forest is still again.

He pulls out slowly, careful now, and helps you turn to face him. You’re still trembling, but he gathers you close, pressing his forehead to yours.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I didn’t mean to be… like that.”

You smile faintly, brushing a hand down his cheek. “I wanted it. I want you.”

He closes his eyes like that hurts more than anything.

You help each other get dressed in silence, limbs slow, sore. But not awkward. Not ashamed. There’s something tender in it. Something almost... hopeful.

When he threads his fingers through yours on the walk back, you don’t let go.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Back at the Gilbert house, the lights are off. Elena’s asleep. The world hasn’t stopped, but for once, it’s quiet.

Jeremy walks you to the door. His thumb brushes your knuckles.

“You’re coming back tomorrow, right?” he asks, voice soft.

You lean up, kiss the corner of his mouth. “You couldn’t keep me away if you tried.”

And for the first time in days, Jeremy Gilbert smiles.

Really smiles.

Like maybe, just maybe, he believes he still has something left to live for.

a/n: this makes me want to write a historical vampire!au with anyone lmao

[ryrywrites]

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A/N: This was a request, mostly for Damon 🫠

𝑲𝒂𝒊 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒓

❃ Kai can't get enough of torturing you

❃ He loves possessive, animalistic missionary

❃ Kai can be a bastard when it comes to your pleasure

❃ While trapped in the prison world together, you always found new places to enjoy each other's eternal company

𝑱𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒚 𝑮𝒊𝒍𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒕

❃ Pulling over for a quick creampie

❃ Jeremy is the king of water works

❃ He loves it when you wear his flannels

❃ His favorite position is whichever one pounds you into the mattress

𝑬𝒍𝒊𝒋𝒂𝒉 𝑴𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒐𝒏

❃ Distracting Elijah from his work

❃ Backshots from Elijah make you go feral

❃ You're usually not into receiving, but getting head from Elijah is a spiritual experience

❃ Imagine traveling with Elijah, and this is how you christen every place you go

𝑲𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒔 𝑴𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒐𝒏

❃ No doubt, Klaus has a bit of a breeding kink

❃ How Klaus wakes you up from a nap

❃ He loves to abuse your lack of a gag reflex

𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒍 𝑮𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒅

❃ You can barely take him whole

❃ Marcel swears you give pro top

❃ Fucking yourself back on his cock

❃ You're sore after every sleepover

𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝑺𝒂𝒍𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆

❃ Damon has a way of driving you crazy with just his fingers

❃ Damon knows exactly how to put you in your place

❃ I'm sorry, but I'm a sucker for shower sex with Damon

𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒇𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒂𝒍𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆

❃ Hopping on Stefan's cock

❃ When it comes to intimacy, Stefan makes his feelings very clear

❃ Ripper!Stefan gives the most fantastic backshots

❃ Sometimes, Stefan doesn't know his own strength

[mywritesaremylove]

Tangled Roots & Flickering Flames

Jeremy Gilbert x Witch!Reader

The Mystic Falls woods always smelled like memory.

Fresh pine and damp moss clung to the air as you crouched near the creek just beyond the Gilbert Lake House, fingers pressed gently into the earth. Moonlight filtered through the trees, spotlighting your little clearing. You whispered softly, your voice twined with the wind, coaxing the roots to grow faster, twist tighter, and bloom just so. A small cluster of sage sprouted between your palms, the leaves glowing faintly under your spell. You smiled, satisfied.

“Bonnie asked me to drop this off—” came a voice behind you, rough with breathlessness, “—but I think I just stepped through, like, six spiderwebs.”

You looked up, brushing your dirt-smudged hands on your dress. “Jeremy Gilbert,” you said with mock gravity, rising to your feet. “Destroyer of webs and bearer of mystical errands.”

He held out a spellbook, worn and thick with post-it notes. “She said you needed this for the binding spell?”

You nodded, taking it carefully. “Thanks.” Your fingers brushed his, just for a moment, but enough to draw your attention to how warm his hands were. His eyes met yours, green and open.

“You always smell like...mint and honey or something,” he said before he could stop himself. “Not in a bad way. Just...you know. Magical.”

You giggled softly, “That’s because I carry little satchels of herbs around. One for focus, one for grounding, one for protection.” You reached into the woven bag slung across your shoulder and pulled out a tiny cloth pouch tied with twine. “Here. This one’s for you.”

He raised a brow. “Protection?”

“Peace,” you said softly, tucking it into his palm. “But yes, it’ll protect you too. Especially when you do something dumb and heroic again.”

Jeremy smiled, but it faltered for just a breath. “So...every week, then.”

You tilted your head. “Maybe every day.”

There was something about Jeremy that always made your chest ache—soft and sharp at once. He carried the kind of grief that never fully went away, even when he smiled. Even when he teased you or helped Bonnie or brought you spellbooks in the middle of the night.

Maybe it was because you saw the same thing in yourself.

The air shifted suddenly, a ripple, a wrongness, and Jeremy turned instinctively toward the treeline. “You feel that?”

You nodded, your fingers tightening around the strap of your bag. “Something’s coming.”

“Come on.” He moved ahead of you, protective instinct kicking in, even though he knew you could handle yourself. It made you smile, just a little, as you followed him.

You walked together toward the lake house, where Bonnie and Caroline were already lighting candles and muttering about ley lines. Jeremy kept glancing back at you, once bumping your arm gently with his elbow.

“You always know when something’s off,” he said, quieter now. “Before the others do.”

You shrugged. “Green witches are tuned into the earth. We feel when something’s sick or wrong. Mystic Falls is...loud that way.”

He looked at you for a long beat, and you could almost hear the words he wasn’t saying. You’re different. Special. Beautiful. Needed. But Jeremy Gilbert didn’t always say things directly. He just looked at you like that, like maybe you were sunlight through leaves and he hadn’t seen light in a long time.

By the time you reached the porch, Bonnie was waiting.

“Good, you’re back,” she said. “We’ve got a bleed in the boundary spell.”

You knelt beside her, pulling out your tools—stones, herbs, twine. Jeremy stayed behind you, arms crossed, watching as you started the chant in harmony with Bonnie’s. The candles flickered once, then flared as the boundary snapped back into place. Bonnie let out a breath.

“Nice catch,” she said.

You smiled. “Teamwork.”

She gave you a look, one you knew well. A subtle smirk, a glance toward Jeremy, then back to you. You rolled your eyes. She wasn’t wrong, but still. It was complicated.

Later, when the threat was gone and the candles had burned low, you found Jeremy alone by the lake. The moon was higher now, its reflection silvering the water. You padded across the dock, barefoot, dress fluttering around your knees.

“Couldn’t sleep?” you asked.

He glanced over at you, a half-smile tugging at his lips. “Didn’t want to.”

You sat beside him, pulling a small crystal from your pocket—amethyst, smooth and warm from your touch. “Here,” you said, pressing it into his hand. “For your dreams. Keeps nightmares away.”

“You give me all these little gifts,” he murmured, turning the crystal over in his palm. “Why?”

You hesitated. Then, softly, “Because I care. Because I know what it’s like to feel like you’re one wrong step from shattering.”

Jeremy’s throat bobbed. “You always seem like you’ve got it together.”

You laughed gently. “That’s because I talk to plants. They don’t argue.”

His smile cracked into a laugh, low and genuine.

“I’m serious, Jeremy. You’re strong, but you don’t have to carry everything alone. You never did.”

He looked at you, then—really looked—and you saw the weight he carried, the way it never fully left his shoulders. “I’m afraid if I let go,” he said, “everything will fall apart.”

You reached for his hand, fingers curling around his. “Then hold onto me instead.”

His breath hitched. “Is that allowed?”

You smiled, the kind of smile that warmed from your chest outward. “I think we’ve bent the rules enough times to call it even.”

Jeremy leaned in slowly, cautiously, like he was afraid you might vanish. You met him halfway, just a brush of lips, soft and fleeting, like the edge of a spell. But it was enough to leave your heart racing.

He pulled back, eyes still closed for a second longer than necessary. “That wasn’t just magic,” he murmured.

“No,” you whispered, forehead resting against his. “But it sure felt like it.”

And in the hush of the night, with the lake rippling and the moon overhead, you both sat still. Fingers tangled, shoulders pressed, and hearts fluttering like pages in a spellbook, on the edge of something new.

[especially-obsessed]

Chopped

Summary: The tension snapped...and so did he <3

Pairing: Jeremy Gilbert x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ NSFW, explicit sexual content, rough sex, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, light manhandling, Jeremy unhinged and sweaty in a white tank top (yes, it’s a warning)

Word count: 1.2k

Masterlist | Jeremy Playlist

The late afternoon sun slanted through the trees, casting golden light across the clearing just beyond the cabin. You lingered inside, leaning casually against the kitchen doorway, pretending to flip pages as you read your book. But your eyes kept drifting to the window.

You’d only planned to stay for the weekend.

Just long enough to help Jeremy manage the worst of the urges, to keep him focused during training, to make sure he didn’t accidentally turn Elena into a cautionary tale. The whole newly activated hunter thing had thrown him hard, and being his best friend, you volunteered to help. Because you cared. Because you always had.

But you couldn’t even prepare for it. What no one warned you about, was this.

Jeremy was outside, a few feet from the porch, one boot braced against a thick log, axe gripped in both hands. The tank top he was wearing was practically see-through with sweat, clinging to every ridge of muscle across his chest and back. His arms flexed with every controlled swing, veins bulging down his forearms, jaw clenched in focus. Every movement was effortless. Animal. Tension built and released with each perfect crack of the axe.

You watched as the tank was riding up just enough to flash the strip of skin above his jeans, taut, tan, and glistening in the heat. Every muscle in his body moved with that raw, effortless strength that came with being a hunter. There was something primal about it. Powerful. And watching him like this, focused, glistening, grunting softly as he split log after log, it did something to you.

You bit your lip, eyes following the line of sweat as it ran from his neck, across his collarbone, and disappeared down beneath the tank that lifted slightly every time he wiped his brow. He didn’t know you were watching.

Until he did.

He looked up, squinting toward the cabin, and caught you in the act.

You jerked your head away, but it was too late. He saw it. Saw the way you’d been eyeing him like he was the last drop of water in the desert. You tried to refocus, heart thudding in your chest, but then you heard the axe drop with a dull thud.

A few minutes passed. The front door creaked open.

Boots on wood. Then the soft thunk of them hitting the floor inside. You stayed still, half-expecting him to pass through without a word, but something was different. Charged.

Jeremy stepped into the kitchen, brushing past you just enough for your arms to graze. His skin was still warm from outside. Still glistening. Still dangerous.

“Something on your mind?” he asked, voice low, casual, but his eyes didn’t match his tone. They were dark. Direct. Like he already knew the answer.

“I was just… watching you work,” you said quickly, moving toward the hallway. The words left your mouth before you even had time to weigh them. And that was the problem, you were watching. And he knew.

He chuckled under his breath, following you. You could hear the smirk in his voice when he muttered, “You always stare like that, or is it the sweat?”

Your feet carried you forward, but your brain had already short-circuited. The hallway gave you space. Sort of. But you weren’t two steps in before you felt him again.

Without warning, he was there.

Jeremy’s presence loomed behind you. You barely had time to register it before his hand shot out, palm flat against the wall beside your head, blocking your escape. You froze, body shuddering from the sudden proximity, but his eyes, dark and intense, held you captive.

Before you could even react, he moved, pressing his body against yours, pinning you against the wall with a force that made your breath hitch. His hands reached up, catching both of yours, pulling them above your head, keeping them there with ease. His body was warm, solid against you, and the contrast of the coolness of the walls behind you only heightened the sensation of being completely trapped, yet strangely safe.

You swallowed hard, your pulse racing, your mind fighting to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions that swept over you. You barely had time to gasp before Jeremy’s lips crashed into yours, hot, demanding, tender. It was as if all the tension, all the unspoken feelings between you two, were finally exploding in that one kiss. His mouth moved against yours with a gentle urgency, as if he couldn’t hold back any longer.

The heat of his kiss sent waves of warmth flooding through you, and despite the cool air that lingered around the cabin, you felt like you were melting. His hands, still gripping yours above your head, shifted, his fingers trailing down your arms slowly, reverently, until they landed on your waist. The touch of his skin against yours sent a shiver down your spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“Jeremy...” Your voice broke through the kiss, soft, almost pleading, but it was all he needed to hear.

With a low groan, he deepened the kiss, his lips parting just enough to let his tongue slip past yours. The feeling of his kiss, so soft, yet so consuming, made everything else in the world disappear. The only thing that mattered was him, his body pressed against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the dim light of the hallway.

His chest moved with shallow breaths against yours, and you could feel the rapid beat of his heart under your fingers as they lightly gripped his shirt. His body was tense, almost desperate, like he had been holding back for far too long. And then, as if to prove a point, his grip on your hands tightened, pulling you closer, closing any remaining space between you.

His lips left yours for a moment, and your chest heaved with the effort to catch your breath. You couldn’t think, couldn’t focus on anything but the heat between you, the way your body responded to his every touch. You felt his breath, hot against your skin, as he whispered your name, his voice husky and rough with desire.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his forehead resting against yours. His eyes searched yours, but there was a vulnerability in his gaze, a question.

You didn’t have to say anything. Your response was clear in the way you kissed him again, more fiercely this time, teeth scraping, tongue tangling, need blooming like fire beneath your skin. You pressed your hips forward into his, and when your body met the hard length of him through his jeans, he snapped.

A growl rumbled from his chest as he shoved your hands above your head again, pinning both wrists with one strong hand. His free hand slid down your side, rough and fast, tugging at the hem of your shirt.

Your breath caught, somewhere between a gasp and a moan, as he yanked your shirt over your head and tossed it to the side. His mouth was on you instantly, hot and open against your neck, trailing down over your collarbone as he fumbled with your bra. When it finally came undone, he didn’t hesitate, sinking to his knees in front of you, hands dragging your shorts and panties down your legs in one harsh motion.

“Fuck,” he muttered, looking up at you, eyes glazed with heat. “Look at you.”

You couldn’t respond. Could barely breathe. Not when he leaned in and kissed the inside of your thigh, slow and reverent like a prayer, just before his mouth found your center.

You cried out, your back arching against the wall as his tongue dragged through your folds, long, deliberate, possessive. He gripped your thighs, holding you steady, anchoring you to the wall with his mouth and his hands and the low, guttural sounds he made as he ate you out like he needed it to survive.

You reached for him, one hand tangling in his hair, the other bracing against the wood paneling behind you, fingers scrambling for anything solid.

When his lips latched around your clit, sucking hard, you nearly came undone right there.

“Jeremy—” His name broke from you, high and wrecked.

He didn’t stop. He groaned into you like he liked the sound of you falling apart, and the vibration sent a jolt through your core.

It hit fast and hard. Your legs trembled, body locking up as pleasure tore through you in a wave that left you gasping and whimpering against the wall. Jeremy held you through it, slowing only when your hips twitched away from overstimulation.

Then, with a low growl, he stood.

You barely had time to blink before he was unzipping his jeans, pulling himself out, hard, flushed, and leaking. He caught your leg behind the knee and lifted it, draping it over his hip as he pressed you back against the wall again.

He pushed inside you in one slow, deep thrust, and the stretch made your mouth fall open around a gasp. You clung to his shoulders as he bottomed out, his hands gripping your ass, lifting you just enough so he could thrust without mercy.

The hallway echoed with the sounds of skin on skin, the slap of his hips hitting yours, the broken moans he grunted against your neck. His name spilled from your lips in a litany, a plea, a prayer.

You’d never seen him like this. Wild, desperate, uncontrolled. His teeth scraped your throat, his fingers dug bruises into your skin, and his cock hit a spot inside you that made your vision blur.

You were so close again, clenching around him, and he felt it; his rhythm faltered, hips stuttering as he buried his face in your neck.

“Come for me,” he panted. “Fuck—come on, baby—”

You did, hard and fast, your body locking around him like a vice, your scream swallowed by his kiss as he slammed into you one last time and spilled inside you with a growl.

He held you there for a long moment, both of you trembling, breathing hard, bodies still tangled and pressed to the wall.

And then, slowly, he eased out, still holding you steady, pressing his forehead to yours.

“We didn’t even make it to the damn bed,” he whispered, a breathless laugh catching on the edge of his voice.

You grinned, brushing your fingers through his sweat-damp hair. “Worth it.”

Masterlist

a/n: first time writing smut because I've literally been terrified to do so. Hopefully it hits <3

Taglist: @imanewsoul @s0urw00lf @bucklebunny8765

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[mystic-klaus]

𐙚 𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙹𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚢 𝙶𝚒𝚕𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚡 𝙵𝚎𝚖!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𐙚 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝙹𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚋𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜

𐙚 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝

𝙰 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛

“I’m going to need you here.” Stefan points to the map as he looks at you, “Damon and I will go in, retrieve the book for Bonnie, and then we’ll be out.”

“It’s an in and out job, easy.” Damon shrugs, “What does Bonnie need this book for anyway?”

You stare at Damon, “Do you ever listen?”

“What? I’m sorry.” He smirks as he rolls his eyes, “Yes, I listen, I must have just missed-“

“It’s basically a how to kill a hybrid spell book.” Jeremy cuts Damon off. A smile grows on your face, “What are you doing here?” He shrugs as he walks over, “Bonnie called, said you guys might need some help.”

“I’m glad she did. Having two guards is better than one.” Stefan glances at you, “No offense.”

You shrug, “None taken.” You look back over at Jermey and he walks up, “So the plan is y/n and I stand guard while you guys go in? Do you think anyone will show up?”

“Hoping not. Bonnie will do the spell to allow us to pull it from its box and we’ll be out..” Stefan hums, “ten minutes tops.”

You nod, “Alright.” You take a deep breath, “Let’s do this.”

You arrive at the destination, it was almost dark out, so you were hoping this wouldn’t take long. You got out of the car, listening in for anything around and you tap the car, “All clear.”

Everyone else files out and Jermey walks up to you, “How’d you get roped into helping?”

“One of Klaus’ minions got their hands on me. Almost killed me.” You look at him and his face falls, “I’m sorry.” You shake your head, “I’m fine. I ended up getting away, but I’m sure he’s still out there.”

He nods and Damon vamps to you, “If you guys are done with the chit chat, we gotta move.”

You follow everyone into the woods, coming to a giant rock that’s sticking up out of the ground. You go to it, helping Stefan slide it off of the entrance to the tomb.

“Is that it?” Jeremy asks and you nod, “They have to climb down this ladder.” You bend down and open the hatch, “Should be down and to the left.”

Stefan looks around, “alright. Damon. Come on. Bonnie should have already done the spell by now.” You watch as they climb down into the tomb, turning to look at Jeremy, “So.”

“If you’re going to rag on me about not saying goodbye, can you do it when this is over?” He laughs and you shrug, “Who’s to say you won’t just vanish again?”

He laughs some more, a noise in the woods shutting you both up instantly.

“What was that?” You ask quietly, “No one else knows this is here.”

“Well look who we have here.”

Jeremy pulls his bow up, but the guy vamps to you, holding you in front of him, “Let her go.”

“No can do. See, you’re not the only ones who knows about this book. You think a hybrid would walk around knowing there’s a way to take him out once and for all?”

“Jeremy? What’s going on up there!?” Damon yells out and Jeremy ignores him, “I said, let her go.”

You attempt to get free, but you fail, whining as the guys hand enters through your side, “N-no. No.”

Jermey steps forward, whipping around to take out another vamp as he comes at him from behind. He spins back around and steps forward, “I said, let her go. Now.”

“I missed my chance last time. I’m not missing it again this time.” He shoves his hand deeper into your side and Jeremy yells out, “You’re going to kill her!”

“That’s the point.”

Right as he’s about to go wrist deep, you bend forward, flipping him over and you shove your hand into his chest. You drop his heart as his skin dedicates, looking over at Jeremy.

“Jer!” You vamp in front of him, gasping as you take a stake to the back. He shoots the vampire, dropping his bow to help you sit down, “hold on, hold on.” He moves behind you, “One, two-“ he yanks the stake free and you let out a scream, “Fuck!”

“What? What?” He holds your shoulder, “Y/n, what is it?”

“There’s… splinters.. “ you gasp, “I can’t- ones by my heart.”

“Fuck, Damon! Stefan!” Jeremy yells, “Help me, now!”

Stefan comes out as fast as he can, “What’s going on, what-“ his eyes move to the bloodied stake beside Jeremy, “We gotta go. We gotta go now.” He looks over at the hole, “Damon!”

Damon comes up, book in his grasp, “What- shit.” He looks around, “Come on.”

Stefan picks you up, getting you to the car. The whole way home, as Damon is driving, Stefan is digging to pull all the splinters he can from your back.

Your pained screamed fill the car, your fingers sinking hard into Jeremy’s arm, you’re sure he’ll have bruises later on.

“It’s okay.” He assures, “It’s okay.” He looks up, “Stefan, are you almost done?”

“There’s a few- goddamn it.” Stefan groans, “Almost down, just-“ he digs his hand deeper into you and you rest your head on Jeremy’s chest, “Just kill me.”

“No, we aren’t doing that.” He holds you tighter, “You’re almost done.”

Stefan digs the last splinter out of your back and he sits back, “We gotta get this book, and her, somewhere safe.”

𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙳𝚊𝚢

It’s been a few days and you’re still at Jeremy and Elena’s lake house. Stefan, Damon, and Bonnie have been trying to figure out why they’re targeting you, but as of right now, no luck.

Jeremy hasn’t left, but he’s been acting weird, which was odd because you and Jeremy were best friends. You’ve click day one and nothing has changed since that day.

It was late, two thirty six when you looked at the clock on the wall. You heard noise coming from outside, which prompted you to get up. You walked over to Jeremy’s room, but he wasn’t there.

You walked out to the living room, no sign of him.

“Jer?” You called out, wrapping your arms around yourself, “Hello?”

You walked over to the door, peaking out of the window, but no sign of him. You closed your eyes, listening in, and you heard the familiar sound of a crossbow firing.

You walk to the back, pushing the door open and walking out onto the deck. You turn to the left, slowly making your way over when you see Jeremy bring his bow up.

“Isn’t it a little late for that?” You question, catching his attention. He shakes his head, mumbling, “No.”

You furrow your brows, walking down to him, “Okay. I’ll bite.” You watch as he puts another arrow on his bow, “What’s going on with you?”

“Nothing. I just-“ he brings his bow up, firing at a target, “Want to stay on my aim, you know?”

“That’s not what’s going on.” You tilt your head, “You’ve been weird ever since we got here, and you’re not one to be weird towards me.”

“I’m fine, y/n. Just, go back to bed.”

“No.”

“Y/n.”

“Not until you tell me why you’re out here, at two thirty in the morning practicing your aim.” You cross your arms and watch as he turns towards you. He stares at you for a few seconds before letting out a sigh.

“I feel like I almost lost you, y/n, and I’m pissed at myself because I’m the reason for it.” He shake his head, “When I was holding you in the car, listening to you scream while Stefan had his hand in your back, I felt helpless and at fault.” He huffs, “No, It was my fault, if I could have just gotten the shot off right away, you wouldn’t have had to go through any of that.”

“Jer-“

“I’m out here practicing because I don’t ever want to have to hear the person I care about most beg me to just kill them, I don’t ever want to hear you cry like that ever again. I can’t lose you, y/n. I can’t lose anyone else.”

“You’re not going to lose me.” You walk towards him and he shakes his head, “I don’t want to. So that’s why I’m out here, so I can-” He pauses, his eyes moving down to yours.

You furrow your brows, “so you can what?”

He takes a deep breath, his eyes searching your face, “I can protect the love of my life.” He leans in, closing the space by pressing his lips to yours. He pulls away slightly, “I may or may not be secretly in love with you, y/n.”

You slide your hands up to his neck, “Look at that..” you smile, “I feel the same way about you, Jeremy Gilbert.” You pull him back in and he wraps his arm around your waist, his other hand moving to grip your thigh.

He carries you inside, making his way back to his room with you kissing down his neck. He spins around, closing the door before pressing your back to it, “I’ve waited what feels like forever to hear that.”

His lips connect to yours and you tilt your head back as he makes his way down your neck. He pulls away from the door, moving to lay you down on the bed.

He sits up, pulling his sweatshirt off of his body before tossing it. You sit up to pull yours off yours, leaning in to kiss up his abdomen before lying back.

He falls forward, holding himself up with a smirk before he presses his lips to yours. You gasp as he grinds against you, tilting your head back as you breathe out, “Please, Jer. I need you.”

He moves his hand down, kissing down your neck as he slips his fingers into the band of your sweats. You moan out quietly as his fingers press to yours clothed clit, bucking your hips as he draws circles on it.

He smirks, pressing a kiss to yours cheek as his fingers slip into your panties, “Look at that.” He whispers, “You’re already so wet.”

You turn your head, crashing your lips onto his, “You just look so good confessing your love for me.”

“Oh, so it wasn’t the crossbow?” He chuckles, brows raising as he watches your face twist with pleasure as he slips two of his fingers into you. You gasp out, “That, too.” You reach up, holding his face with your hands as you pull him back in for another kiss.

He slips his hand out, moving to sit up to push his sweats down, and you follow his action. You kick yours off your legs and bite your lip as your eyes trail down his body, landing on what you need most. You sit up, vamping him over to lay down and you straddle him.

He chuckles, shaking his head as he admires your body on his, “I forget how fast you are sometimes.”

His hands grip your hips and you sink down onto his cock, gasps leaving both of your lips.

“Oh, fuck.” He breathes out, “You feel so good.”

You tilt your head, brows furrowed in pleasure as you rise up and sink back down, “Fuck, Jer.” You fall forward, hands by his head as you roll your hips back and forth.

His face twists and turns with pleasure, sliding his hand up your side to cup your cheek, “C’mere.” He pulls you down, planting his lips on yours. Your moans swap as you quicken your pace. You let out a whine as your walls clench around him, your hand sliding up to tangle your fingers into his hair.

“That’s it.” He whispers, “Fuck, baby.”

You nod, pressing kisses back his jaw line, “I love when you get all protective of me.” You nip his ear, causing him to gasp, “it’s so hot.”

His hands grip your hips tighter and he rolls over, “What can I say?” He kisses down your neck and back up, “Hate seeing other people touch my girl.”

You bite your lip, back lifting off the bed as you feel that euphoric feeling working its way in. You moan loudly, legs tightening around his waist, “Almost.. there. Fuck, yes.”

You tighten your arms around his neck, crashing your lips to his. His thrusts pick up and your moans grow louder.

“Come on, sweetheart.” He whispers, “Come for me, you got it.”

You tilt your head back, brows pulled together as become a whining mess underneath him. He kisses over your face, groaning at the feeling of you letting go around him, “Fuck, you sound so pretty.”

You lay your hand on his cheek, pressing your lips to his before you roll over, “My turn to make you cum.” You sit up, hands pressed to his abdomen as you start to bounce. His eyes trail up and down your body, stopping to stare at your face.

His lips part, moans slipping out as his fingertips dig into your thighs, “Keep- fuck, yes. Keep going, baby.”

He groans loudly as he interlocks his fingers with yours, giving them a squeeze as you roll forward and back. You tilt your head back, moaning out as you quicken your pace.

“Fuck.” Jeremy grunts, “Don’t stop.”

You lean down, pressing your lips to his and his hands slide around to your ass, gripping right as he guides you to keep going. He gasps against your lips, moaning lowly over and over again as he pushes your hips down onto him fully.

You feel his cock twitch as he coats your insides white.

“Fuck.” You breathe out, rolling over to lay next to him, “That.. that was good.” Jeremy chuckles as he pulls the blankets up, “Yeah, it kinda was, wasn’t it?” He presses a kiss to your head, “I really am going to work to protect you. I don’t want to see you get hurt ever again.”

“Getting hurt is almost inevitable, Jer.” You lay your head on his chest and he sighs, “Not if I can help it.”

𐙚 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𐙚

[lunajay33]

Target

•🩵🪽•

Summary: You’ve always been the quiet girl of the friend group between you Bonnie, Caroline and Elena, they convince you to go to the ball but when things go wrong Jeremy becomes your night in shinning armour

Pairing: Jeremy Gilbert x f!reader

Warning: Bullying

•Masterlist•

I grew up with my best friends, Elena, Caroline and Bonnie, they were all so outgoing and had no problem getting guys I mean Elena has two brothers in love with her and Matt still love her

But I was always the quiet one that no body seemed to take a second look at

“Come on y/n you have to go to the ball” Caroline whined as they all came and sat with me around the lunch table

“Oh I don’t know I don’t have a date”

“Who cares you can still have fun with us” Bonnie smiled

I shrugged with a little smile and they knew that was my way of saying yes

“Great you better be there tonight or we’re dragging you out of the house” Elena said as she ran off to Stefan

•

I tied up the back of my dress and did the final touches to my hair and makeup, breathing out a sigh of anxiety I got in my car and headed to the town ball, my dress a pale shimmer blue with a corset left over from my family as I was part of a founding family of this town

Parking my car I got out and walked towards the entranced where music was already started and people dancing around or sipping on champagne

Before I got inside I was stopped by a hand on my waist

“Well don’t you look beautiful” my heart skips a beat and I turn to see Jeremy Gilbert, the guy I’ve loved since we were kids but I know Caroline and Elena would judge me

“You look quite dashing yourself Jeremy” he smiles as he hooks his arm with mine leading me inside

“And where is your date tonight?” I ask surprised the hottest guys I town doesn’t have one

“Don’t have one, the girl I want to ask is forbidden” he says as he gives me a longing look as he leads me onto the dance floor taking my waist in one hand and my hand in the other and swaying to the music

“Do I know this mystery girl?”

“Oh you know her very well, she’s gorgeous, quiet, shy, oh and my sisters friend”

“Bonnie I assume” I sigh a bit upset

“No not Bonnie, she’s here tonight wearing a blue dress that makes me want to drool” my cheeks flush and I’m at a loss for words

As I open to say something back I’m interrupted

“Y/n what are you doing dancing with Jeremy, don’t tell me you were desperate enough for a date you ask your best friends little brother” Caroline mocks

“I….he was being nice he wanted to dance Caroline” I stutter, she could be really harsh sometimes

“That’s kind of pathetic using my brother” Elena chimes in, I look back up at Jeremy and he looks angry, he was always sweet to me that’s why I love him

“I’m sorry I just wanted to have fun” I said as I felt Jeremy’s warm hand on my lower back rubbing up and down

They took their glasses of champagne and doused me in it getting everyone’s attention completely embarrassing me

I turn and run outside as I hear them laughing, letting the tears fall when I get to the bench that over looks the lake

What did I do to make them hate me I thought we were best friends, would it be so wrong for me to love someone as nice as Jeremy

“Hey are you okay?” Jeremy asks as he sits next to me

“I guess, probably my fault anyways I know they like to pick on anything I do” his hand comes to pull me close to his chest

“It’s not your fault they’re just cruel and they’re not your friends if they treat you like that, you deserve someone who treats you like the princess you are”

“You’re just saying that because I’m soaked in champagne and my makeup is ruined”

“No im saying this because I love you” he says tipping my head up so I look at him

“You do?”

“Of course I do I’ve loved you from the moment Elena brought you over when we were young”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I didn’t want to make you chose”

“I love you too Jeremy, and after what just happened I don’t think I have to chose anymore” he leans down as he pulls me into a kiss deep and passionate, having been craving this forever

“I’ve wanted that for so long Angel”

“Me too now how about we get out of here and get some food and milkshakes”

“It would be my pleasure”

[kookie29]

☆☆ ~ᴛɪᴛʟᴇ: ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ~ ☆☆

Synopsis: A short story of Jeremy Gilbert's short-lived but profound romance with the love of his life.

Genre: Fluff

Warning: None

422 words

Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7, Ch 8

Mystic Falls was bathed in the soft hues of twilight as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the quiet town. Jeremy Gilbert walked along the familiar streets, lost in thought. It had been a long journey for him, filled with loss and heartache, but also moments of hope and resilience.

He found himself at the edge of the Mystic Falls park, a place where he often sought solace. Tonight, however, felt different. As he approached the old oak tree where he used to sit with his sketchbook, he noticed someone else was already there.

She was sitting on the bench, her auburn hair catching the last rays of the setting sun. She seemed lost in a book, completely absorbed in the world within its pages. Jeremy couldn't help but be intrigued. There was something about her that drew him in, a quiet strength and a touch of melancholy.

He cleared his throat softly as he approached, not wanting to startle her. "Mind if I join you?" he asked, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

She looked up, her green eyes meeting his. There was a moment of recognition, though they had never met before. "Sure," she said, returning his smile with one of her own. "I'm Elena" but my friends call me Lena

Jeremy chuckled. "That's funny. My sister's name is Elena too. I'm Jeremy."

They shared a laugh, and the ice was broken. They talked for hours, sharing stories of their lives, their losses, and their hopes for the future. Jeremy found himself opening up to her in a way he hadn't with anyone else. There was a connection between them, something deep and unspoken.

As the night grew darker and the stars began to twinkle above, Jeremy realized he hadn't felt this alive in a long time. Lena had brought a spark back into his life, a sense of possibility and new beginnings.

"I've never met anyone like you," Jeremy said softly, looking into her eyes. "You make me feel like there's still something worth fighting for."

Lena reached out and took his hand, her touch warm and reassuring. "Maybe we can find that something together," she whispered.

Jeremy smiled, feeling a surge of hope and happiness. For the first time in a long time, he believed in the future again. With Lena by his side, anything seemed possible.

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And so, under the starlit sky of Mystic Falls, Jeremy Gilbert and Lena began a new chapter in their lives, one filled with promise, love, and endless possibilities.

[grahamzcracker]

— tease | jeremy gilbert (sfw)

| w.c : 646 / reqs : open! / based on this request . |

The night was thick with the familiar chill of Mystic Falls. You had always loved the way the trees swayed under the moonlight, casting shadows on the streets like secrets waiting to be discovered. But tonight, there was something even more electric in the air—something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

Maybe it was the fact that Jeremy Gilbert, your best friend and the boy you've had a crush on since middle school, was standing only a few feet away from you as the both of you exited The Grill. You were both hanging out after school, playing pool and convincing Damon to compel the bartender into giving you drinks. You had always been able to feel a pull toward Jeremy, that undeniable connection that never seemed to fade, no matter how much time passed.

Jeremy leaned against the brick wall of the Mystic Grill, his hands tucked casually in his jeans pockets.

“You’re staring,” he said, a teasing glint in his eyes as he turned his gaze toward you.

You rolled your eyes, trying to suppress the smile tugging at your lips. “I wasn’t staring.”

“Sure you weren’t,” he teased, raising an eyebrow. “But hey, it’s not a crime to stare at someone as sexy as me.” His smirk widened, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Oh really? Is that what you think?” you responded, taking a step closer to him, your voice low but playful. “You must be pretty confident in yourself.”

He chuckled, stepping forward too, closing the distance. “I wouldn’t say confident. Maybe I’m just… saying what everyone else is thinking. What you’re thinking.”

You couldn’t help the faint blush that spread across your cheeks, he was right.

“Speechless, are we? Guess I was right. You think I’m sexy.” He leaned in slightly with a prideful grin, his gaze locking onto yours, daring you to say more.

For a moment, everything around you seemed to fade. The noise of the town, the hum of the streetlights, even the chilly air—all of it disappeared as you looked at Jeremy, the playful tension between you thickening. You had both known for a long time that there was something between you—something unspoken, something that had always simmered just beneath the surface. But neither of you ever seemed to act on it.

“Maybe I do,” you whispered.

His breath caught, his eyes flicking to your lips before returning to meet your gaze.

“No need for maybe,” he said, voice lower now, each word a challenge. “We both know it’s true.”

You felt the heat rise in your chest, your heart racing at his boldness.

The tension between you snapped, then without another word, Jeremy leaned in and kissed you. It was soft at first, just a tentative meeting of lips, but it quickly deepened as both of you let go of the teasing and allowed something real to take its place. His hand found your cheek, the other wrapping gently around your waist, pulling you closer as if he had been waiting for this moment his entire life.

You kissed him back, your fingers tracing the side of his neck, feeling the rapid pulse there. It was like everything finally made sense, like all the years of flirtation, all the stolen glances, had led to this.

When the kiss finally broke, you both stood there, breaths mingling, the words neither of you had said still hanging between you like a secret finally out in the open.

Jeremy’s grin was soft, genuine, and more than a little smug. “I guess I can’t blame you for staring now.”

You rolled your eyes playfully but didn’t step away. “Yeah, well, I was trying to resist. You make it difficult.”

“Good luck with resisting,” he said with a wink, and just like that, the playful flirtation was back. But now, it was a little more real.

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A/N : cringing at my use of the word sexy. hope you enjoyed tho & i hope i did the request justice !!!

[colmiillo]

ANYONE is going to be able to get over Jeremy from The Vampire Diaries and Dylan O'Brien in 2014. PERIODT

[yarafic]

Imagine: Kol taking you to meet his family

Staring at your feet, bundle of nervous mingling in the pit of your stomach. You have never react such a way when meeting new people but knowing you are going to meet the family of your partner. That hit a nerve, when he ask you to be introduced to his family; you stood their gobsmacked with the news. You just hum to the agreement but deep inside you were mortified. What if his family doesn't like her because she is a mere human? Or what if their isn't anything captivating about her. They are just gonna find her boring.

In snail-like pace, she walks to the door as she goes to knock the door was immediately open by Kol. By seeing his face, she let out a breath that she didn't know she was holding. She quickly goes for an embrace to persuade  herself that everything is going to be fine. Kol snicker at her reaction and pulls her inside. He knew how she was feeling right now that she is meeting his family. He finds in absolutely adorable how she is freaking out.

He lowers himself to whisper in her ear, "Everything is going to be alright, darling." He leaves a peck on your temple maybe that would ease the jitters.

"Is she here already?" A voice asked, the foot steps began louder and louder indicating the person was coming closer. Y/n didn't know what to do, she moves behind Kol to hide.

"Don't be afraid, darling." Kol states, which she finds absurd that he is telling her to not be terrified that she is dating a thousand year old vampire. In an instant his sibling could and will kill her in a blink of an eye. To be scared to death is a statement that she knows down in her soul could happen, if ever dared to be annoying or disrespectful.

"Kol, Where is our guest?"

"She is right behind me dear sister." Kol moves to aside to show his sister that his lover is behind scared out of her mind. Rebekah softens seeing the state that her brother's girlfriend was in.

"Hello, I'm Rebekah but you can call me Beka." She introduces to the shy girl.

"Hi, I'm y/n... it's nice to meet you." She says softly scared to speak a little louder.

"Don't be shy, love. We will never hurt you." Rebekah tells her, Y/n reminds her of herself when she was still human. Sweet and innocent. Until her world became darker and cruel, she needed to learn and adapt so she wouldn't be this scared little girl.

Now Rebekah can defend herself from their enemies and anything that gets in the way of her and family.

Rebekah got closer to Y/n and throw her arms around to embrace her warmly hug. She felt Y/n tense underneath her but slowly found comfort in the hug. She lets her go and sees she much more relaxed.

She turns to Kol and says, "I like her already."

Kol smiles brightly from the interaction his sister and girlfriend were having. He knew they were going to be best of friends. He goes up to her to clasp her hand in his and guide her throughout the house until they arrived to go to the patio where their little dinner was going to be held at. Y/n was kind of starstruck with how beautifully decorated was the backyard. It felt like it was straight out of a Disney film, she will never get over on how breathtaking it is. Kol notice her reaction and shakes his head softly, guides to the table.

"Ah! Our guest has arrived." Klaus announces excitedly, he wants to see the woman that has made his brother carefree. He would like to thank her for loving his unconditionally. He knows how difficult and stubborn his dear brother can be.

Y/n turns around to see Kol's brother approaching them, she was stun to see that his brother is as well attractive. She wonders were this family blessed to look this drop dead gorgeous.

"Hello love, I'm Klaus but you can call me Nik." He says, he shakes her hand. He could tell how nervous she is. It made him smile softly, he knows Kol admired those type of woman with sharp tongues and confidence that are killer. But what made him fall in love with a girl who is this shy of a mouse. That truly did intrigue him so much.

"It's so nice to meet you! I'm Y/n." She greets him, now with a new found confidence. Her in mind she was thanking Rebekah, who have gave her the reassurance that everything was going to be alright. Yet again, she was thankful that she met her first then others. Rebekah and Kol stood there still weirded out the interaction that was taking place. Mostly,  of their brother, Klaus. He has never allowed anyone call him, Nik. Only his siblings. Which this whole situation is all out of character for their brother.

"Come on, darling. Let's go and sit. We have to wait for my other two siblings." Kol says to her as he guides her to the table.

Y/n sits down and looks at Kol, then says, "How many siblings do you have?"

"I have seven siblings but two of them have fallen." He replies to her while leaning in to give her a kiss on the cheek.

"Seven!" She exclaims.

"I admire that's all the information she took in." Klaus replies to Kol. Kol shook his head while laughing, he couldn't deny how adorable you look at this very moment. He can say that he is quite lucky to have found someone like you. You are the light to brighten up his darkest of days. The reason why he fought to change himself to be a better man because you made him want to change. You are the reason why he wants to exist in this pathetic world.

"We truly apologize for arriving late." A man in a suit said, while behind him stood two women. One of those women is holding cute baby... y/n heart swell when she saw the small child. Kol look at her and smiled sadly. Knowing that he will never be able to give the children she would desire to have. Y/n looks up toward Kol and saw the frown on his face, she gently pecks his cheek. He looks down at her and kisses her forehead, she whispers to him softly, " I am amazed."

"Why?" He whispers back to her. He got curious as to why she was amazed, they haven't done anything out of the extraordinary nor have they began chatting among with his family.

"How come everyone is so fucking attractive. I feel like it a crime." She whispers back.

Laughter was heard around them, they both look up to them staring Y/n; she shyly look down.

"Don't fret, love. I always have been told I was a god." Klaus replied, everyone knew his ego.

"Yes, dear brother. They have called you a god of short temper." The one in the suit says back to his brother.

Which everyone laughs, Klaus rolls his eyes at everyone. Y/n

"How rude of me! Hello, I'm Elijah." He says as he extends out his hand for a shake. Timidly shakes his hand and smiles softly, she waves at the two ladies.

"These three are Freya, Hayley and lastly, the baby is Hope." He says, as he gestures at them. The women smile softly, Hayley walks toward Klaus and hands him Hope. Hope giggles in the arms of Klaus, Y/n understood right there that Hope is his child. She did a small cutesy wave to Hope.

"Do you want to hold her, little dove." Klaus ask her, with a brow raised.

Y/n leans her head to the side, curious as to why he calls her little dove. She looks at the face of everyone at the table and they all had the same face. They were all confuse with the fact he gave her a nickname.

"Why little dove?" She asks.

"Because among all of us, you are the purest. Dove are a symbol of purity." Klaus states, as he hands hope to her. She gently embraces Hope into her arms, she began making funny faces.

"Now, let's begin." Freya announces, as she gestures for the waiter to begin bring out the food.

"Where is Y/n?" The older brother of Kol asked, they had a lovely time getting to know her. They truly believe, not only them believe that Y/n change him for the better. Klaus knew that having her around will also bring his family a little closer to humanity.

"She is upstairs, we were thinking about watching a film." Kol replies, he knew that Elijah and his two sisters approve of their relationship. He was ecstatic to hear the news but he was entirely scared of what Klaus would think. He demand to know his brother impression about their entanglement.

"I can say little brother that you have found the one. I hope you keep in mind to cherish her forever." Klaus adds, he places his hand on his shoulder to assure him that it is alright. He has to not worry of any aggressions he might do. Meeting the human girl, he felt as she was like another sister. He vowed to himself that he will help Kol protect her from the harms that come from being involve in this family.

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"What did you think about my family?" Kol asks.

"What do I think about them, it's more likely what do they think about me?" She says dramatically, as she points at herself. Throughout the whole dinner she kept on worry with the fact she would mistakes or embarrass herself. Which she is great on doing so, Kol laughs at her and shakes his head; he leaves her there on the bed so he can go get the remote.

"Stop laughing at me!"She shouts while tugging on her hair. She across her on top of her chest and pouts she hates it when he never takes her seriously. Kol jumps back on bed and pulls her to him, he cups her face with her hands to place a soft kiss on her plump red lips. He can never get enough from kissing her, every kiss felt it was the first.

"Don't worry. I know for a fact they love you."

[boundbyeclipse]

oral sex with jeremy headcanons

tags : switch!jeremy, switch!female!reader, drinking, oral sex (both receiving and giving), public!sex, slight cursing

• it was masquerade party in town tonight

• you and jeremy decided to go

• it was very crowded, loud music blasting through the building

• jeremy wore his black tuxedo while you matched him with your black dress

• you had your arm hooked around his forearm

• both of you found a bit more spacious spot and grabbed some champagne

• “what?” you ask because he cannot seem to stop staring

• he shows you a shy smile

• “you look absolutely beautiful”

• the two of you continue flirting back and forth

• champagne soon makes you both a little bit tipsy, but not drunk

• when jeremy asks you to dance his hands rest on your hips, holding them firmly

• it’s almost unbearable how good he looks

• so you just bite your lip while gazing into his dark brown eyes

• jeremy instantly senses that you’re up for something

• “do you want to leave?”

• “no. let’s find a room upstairs because i’m not wasting a ten minute ride home”

• you drag him to the second floor

• luck is on your side as you stumble upon an empty room with lockable doors

• but there’s no bed, just a table

• “stand over here” you say as you point to the table

• jeremy obliges and stands tall in front of you

• he throws away his mask and helps you with yours

• your lips collide in a hot, passionate kiss

• you begin to unzip his pants as you kiss down his neck

• a lewd moan slips past his lips

• you massage his growing length before taking it out of the boxers

• you stroke it while still kissing jeremy’s neck, being gentle and slow

• jeremy bucks his hips into your palm

• “impatient?” you smirk against his skin

• “p-please”

• you waste no other second as you get on your knees in front of him

• you stick your tongue out to kitten lick his leaking tip

• jeremy presses his lips to hide a moan as he throws his head back

• you start to suck on the tip, then taking more of him as your hand holds the base

• drool drips down your chin as you bob your head, looking up at him through your eyelashes

• “baby, it feels so good” he whispers, tugging on your hair as his hand finds its way on the back of your head

• you place your free hand on his lower abdomen

• the salty taste in your mouth and his heavenly moans leave your underwear sticking to your pulsating folds

• it tastes a little salty but you love it anyway

• you pick the pace up and it encourages jeremy to whimper even louder

• “f-fuck, you’re gonna make me cum”

• you hum around his length in satisfaction, impatient to make him reach his high

• it drives him crazy how pretty you look from above

• the knot in his stomach grows bigger and bigger within seconds

• you take all of his member into your mouth until your eyes water

• jeremy shakes as he reaches his climax, shooting his hot liquid down your throat

• you release it with a pop and get up, wiping your mouth

• he gives you a soft kiss as he spins you around and picks you up

• you’re then seated on the table and jeremy pulls your thighs apart

• he kneels before you and smirks as he leans in

• his lips peck your core through the panties

• “you’re so soaked” he murmurs pushing the fabric out of the way

• his hot breath tickles your skin before his tongue flicks against your clit

• “shit, jeremy” you gasp

• you grip on the sides of the table

• his large hands hold your thighs as he begins to suck on your cunt, tasting the sweetness

• you cannot help but buck your hips against him

• his nose gets covered in your juices

• he also licks a strip up your folds which leaves the hair on your body standing up

• jeremy tightens his grip on you as he grows a bit aggressive

• you cannot help but call out his name in ecstasy

• it’s getting hard to keep still and to breathe evenly

• when his tongue lays flat against your core you jump a little at the sensation

• he smiles while looking up at you through half lidded eyes

• jeremy picks up the pace as he ravishes all of you with desire pumping through his veins

• you bite your lip as you cum around his tongue, thighs shaking violently

• he catches his breath as he stands up and kisses you

• “we need a bloody napkin, like, now” he chuckles out of breath

• you both get yourselves fixed and get your masks off of the floor before leaving

• “i think we need more booze now” you flash a smile at him and make your way to the pre-filled glasses of champagne

[cece693]

Hey so Ik I made a request before but like that last story was tea so imma just ask if you could make a angst story about Jeremy Gilbert x male reader where Jeremy and the reader get into an argument about something which you can do that part about but Jeremy feels bad and try’s to make it up to the with gifts and cute couples stuff. And Ik I did a request before idk if you do second request but if you cool and again I love your vampire diaries story’s.

I thought hard about this (because I'm not that quite versed on TVD, but then I had the idea of the reader being related to the Salvatore brothers and how Jeremy's hatred of vampires can lead to an argument.) Hope you enjoy!

BITE THE HAND THAT LOVES YOU

pairing: jeremy gilbert x male vamp! reader

The Salvatore house was quiet—dangerously so. A storm brewed outside, but it was nothing compared to the one simmering between the two of you. Jeremy paced the parlor like a caged animal while you stood by the fireplace, arms crossed.

"You're defending him?" he snapped, voice sharp enough to cut. “After everything Damon’s done? Torturing Caroline, killing people for fun, compelling me to forget about Vicky...You expect me to forgive him?”

“I’m not asking you to forgive him,” you said, tone steady despite the way your chest tightened. “I’m asking you to understand that he’s my brother. He’s done horrible things. I know that. I’ve lived through it. I’ve cleaned up after him more times than I can count. But I’ve also watched him try to be better. He protects Stefan. He protects me. That's ought to count for something.”

Jeremy ran a hand through his hair, eyes blazing. “God, do you even hear yourself? You're enabling him. You’re making excuses for a sociopath because he happens to share your blood. You know who didn’t get that luxury? Vicky. Jenna. Bonnie’s grandmother. They didn’t get protected. They just died.”

“I’m not denying any of it,” you said, voice hardening. “I’m saying he’s trying—”

“And you’re what? The proud brother standing beside him at his redemption arc?” Jeremy sneered. “So, we should all be collateral damage until Damon finally gets his act together? What’s next—sympathy for Katherine? An eulogy for Kai?”

Your brows furrowed. “That’s not what I’m saying—”

Jeremy’s laugh was humorless. “You know what I think? I think you’ve forgotten what it’s like to be human.”

That made you flinch. He saw it—and kept going.

“You talk about guilt and morality like they’re things you still feel, but I’ve seen you. You don’t even blink when someone dies unless it’s about to be one of your precious brothers. Sometimes I wonder if there's anything left in you that isn't just…cold.”

Your breath hitched, lips parting. “Jeremy…”

“And maybe that’s why it’s so easy for you to side with monsters—because deep down, you are one.”

The room dropped into a freezing, airless silence.

Your heart stuttered.

Jeremy's lips parted like he was going to take it back—but you beat him to it.

You laughed. It was hollow. Bitter. Quiet.

“Wow,” you breathed, nodding slowly. “There it is.”

“Y/N, I didn’t mean—”

“You did,” you hissed, voice suddenly trembling with something colder than anger. “You’ve been waiting to say it. Waiting for the moment you could justify what you've always believed—that I’m just another monster wearing your boyfriend’s face.”

Jeremy took a cautious step forward. “That’s not fair. I was angry, I—”

“No,” you said, voice deadly low. “What’s not fair is pretending to love me while counting down the days until I prove you right.”

Then—

Your veins darkened. Eyes turned that unnatural, glowing red. And with a blur of motion, you were in front of him, hand slamming into the wall just beside his head, cracking the plaster. Jeremy flinched hard, breath caught in his throat. You didn’t touch him.

You didn’t have to.

Your fangs descended, sharp and gleaming beneath a curled lip. Your voice was velvet and venom.

“Is this what you wanted?” you whispered. “To see the monster that I so carefully kept at bay for your comfort? You love the soft version. The safe version. But here's the truth, Jeremy—I'm a monster at the core; this is what I am. If you're so afraid of monsters, then maybe you shouldn't have climbed into bed with one."

Jeremy opened his mouth—maybe to plead, maybe to apologize—but you weren’t done.

“You want to know the difference between me and Damon? I never killed out of pleasure. Never hunted for the thrill. But if I had known how this would end...” You bared your fangs. “I might’ve made an exception for you.”

You saw the pain flash across his face. Saw his heart break in real time. Then you stepped back—face returning to human, your jaw clenched, eyes rimmed red, not from hunger, but from holding back tears. “Get out.”

“Please—”

“Go!”

The door creaked open. Then shut. And once it did—you collapsed to the floor like your bones couldn’t carry the weight of being unloved anymore.

DAY ONE OF JEREMY TRYING TO WIN YOU BACK

Jeremy showed up in the afternoon. You didn't open the door. So he left a bag on the porch. Inside the bag, there was: a container of your favorite blood type (which Caroline so wonderfully helped him obtain from the hospital) and a clumsily, handwritten note saying—"I know food doesn't fix anything, but I thought that this would be a small step to show you how sorry I am."

You threw the bag away, but kept the note.

DAY TWO OF JEREMY TRYING TO WIN YOU BACK

He texted: "I miss you. I'm an idiot, but I guess you already knew that. I want to fix this. Not just say sorry, not just drop off blood bags and hope you forgive me—I want to actually make it right. I don’t know how, but I’ll figure it out. I’ll wait. For as long as it takes. Just…please don’t shut me out forever."

You stared at the message, thumb hovering over the screen.

You didn’t reply.

But your phone never left your hand the rest of the night.

DAY THREE OF JEREMY TRYING TO WIN YOU BACK

This time, he brought gifts.

Real ones.

Human, soft, thoughtful things. The kind that took time. Memory. Effort.

You didn’t answer the door when he knocked. You didn’t say a word as he stood there, shifting from foot to foot, soaking wet from the rain he clearly hadn’t waited to avoid. So he knelt and placed the items gently on the doorstep.

First came the book.

A battered, vintage edition of your favorite classic novel—the very one you told him once, absentmindedly, you lost in a house fire back in 1923.

You’d thought he forgot. He hadn’t.

Then came the Polaroid.

A moment caught by Elena at the lake house a few months ago—Jeremy's hand curled around your neck in a lazy hug, your eyes squinting in the sun. You hadn’t realized how happy you looked in it. How human.

He slipped a note beneath the photo, folded and smudged with his thumbprint.

You watched from upstairs as he stood there a little longer, looking up at the house like it held the last of something sacred. And then, just before he turned to go, he pulled one last item from his jacket.

A small hand-carved wooden stake.

You furrowed your brows at first—but when he placed it down beside the others, you saw it for what it was. It was shaped like a miniature heart. Clumsy. Uneven. Probably whittled with a kitchen knife.

On the base of it, he’d scribbled in permanent marker:

“If I ever stop loving you, turn me and stake me.”

You didn’t laugh. But you smiled.

A little.

DAY FOUR OF JEREMY TRYING TO WIN YOU BACK

He sat outside the Boarding House.

All day.

Didn’t knock.

Didn’t beg.

Didn’t try to win you over with more gifts or clever texts.

He just waited.

Cross-legged on the front steps, hoodie pulled over his head, thumb absently rubbing over the rings on his fingers. Eyes flicking to the door every few minutes like he could will it open with hope alone.

You watched from the upstairs window. Curtains drawn just enough to see him. To feel him.

At noon, Damon passed by him, returning from whatever trouble he’d stirred up in town. “Well,” he drawled, “if it isn’t the wet dog waiting for scraps.”

Jeremy didn’t even flinch.

Damon tilted his head. “What’s the plan here? Starve until my brother takes pity? Or just freeze to death so we can bury you on vampire property?”

Jeremy finally spoke. Voice calm. Low.

“I hurt him. I’m not leaving until I say what I need to say.”

“Adorable, but he’s still not coming out.”

“I know.”

“You know you’re not good enough for him, right?” Damon added, cruel and casual. “He could have anyone. Men who’ve lived centuries. Artists. Scholars. Hell, he once dated a guy who painted with blood in the Louvre.”

Jeremy looked up at him. “And yet he chose me. Makes you wonder, doesn’t it?”

Damon's jaw twitched.

He entered the boarding house but not before muttering, “Pathetic.”

On the fifth day, you finally opened the door.

It was just after sunset. The sky was painted in shades of rose and ash, and Jeremy was exactly where he had been yesterday—curled up on the steps, hoodie pulled over his head, his phone long dead in his pocket, but still waiting.

His eyes lifted at the sound of the door creaking open.

And there you were.

Backlit by warm amber light, shadows stretching behind you, eyes dark and unreadable, your expression not angry—not anymore—just exhausted.

He stood up slowly, careful, like you might disappear if he moved too fast.

You didn’t speak at first.

Neither did he.

Until you finally broke the silence with a voice hoarse from too many nights unspeaking: “Five days.”

Jeremy licked his lips, his voice quiet. “I would’ve waited five more.”

A beat passed.

Then another.

And then you asked, “Why?”

His brows furrowed. “Why what?”

“Why try?” Your arms were crossed over your chest like armor, but your voice betrayed you. It trembled, ever so slightly. “Why come back after what you said? After what you meant?”

Jeremy took a shaky breath, stepping forward just enough that he wasn’t on the stairs anymore. “Because I love you,” he said simply. “Even when I’m scared. Even when I screw up. Even when I’m too human for you.”

You didn’t respond. So he kept going.

“I don’t get everything right. I say things out of anger. And I wish I could rip the words out of the air and burn them, but I can’t. All I can do is show up. And keep showing up. Until you believe me again.”

Your gaze faltered. “You called me a monster.”

Jeremy’s face crumpled. “I know.”

“You looked me in the eye and said I wasn’t worth saving.”

“I didn’t mean it,” he whispered. “I was lashing out. I was hurt. But it wasn’t about you. It was about me—about how scared I am of losing people, how helpless it feels to love someone I can’t protect. Loving you is like standing on the edge of a cliff, every second of every day.

You stared at him for a long moment. “Then why do it?”

He smiled—broken, sincere. “Because the view is beautiful.”

That was what undid you.

You looked away fast, blinking hard. “God, I hate you sometimes.”

“I know.”

Your lip trembled. “I'm still angry.”

“You're allowed to be.”

“I don’t know if I trust you again.”

“Then let me earn it.”

You finally met his eyes—raw and glassy with regret—and took a step back. Leaving the doorway open. Jeremy exhaled, slow and stunned.

“You coming in?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

He moved like he was afraid you'd change your mind. But when he crossed the threshold and stood beside you in the quiet warmth of your home, he didn’t touch you. Didn’t reach for your hand. Just stood close enough that you could feel the heat of him.

[viennafantasies]

I know this is so random but do you ever watch a new movie, series, book or game and just get so in love with a character so you try and find x reader but they barely have any fics. so you’re sat there for like 20 minutes staring at the wall making the most dirtiest scenario in your head. and when you try and make it into a one shot or something it all goes to shit.

this is literally me.

#sendhelp #goingtokms #senttomentalasylum #ilovefictionalmen

[fandoms--fluff]

You guys get a flat tire

Jeremy: Does anyone know how to change a tire?

*Jeremy and Kol look at you*

Y/n: Are you looking at me because I'm gay?

Kol: No, You're just...

Kol: Sporty?