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hopeswifesblog · 2 years ago

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GETTING ME THROUGH THE NIGHT › 𝕳. 𝕸.

pairing: hope mikaelson x fem!reader

summary: while waiting at the airport for your flight home, you and hope exchange some steamy texts.

warnings: sexting in public.

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likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated <33

𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗢𝗥𝗦 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧⁺¹⁸

you sat wearily at your airport gate, trying not to think about the long flight ahead of you and the fact that you wouldn’t get to see hope at the end of it, not until tomorrow. your flight home had already been quite late in the evening, but the busy holiday travel had delayed it to be a little over two hours later than your original departure time, and flying later and then driving the extra hour or so from the airport to your apartment sounded like too much on top of everything else for the night. you had already texted hope and let her know of the change of plans, and had started looking for available rooms at nearby hotels for once you’d landed back home, when another text from hope arrived.

❛ hey, i thought you might like to know i’m not wearing any underwear 😏 ❜

the stress from the current flying situation had you slightly flustered and anxious and unable to know how to reply, but a moment later another text came in.

❛ with you coming home tomorrow instead, it gives me a chance to do all the laundry i haven’t done while you’ve been gone so all our things are in the wash 😅 ❜

despite the travel stress — and the slight exasperation from knowing your girlfriend hadn’t done the laundry while you were gone — the reply you ended up typing out and sending surprised even you.

❛ i could have some fun with this. ❜

you leaned back against your seat, staring down at the text you'd just sent and wondering where it had come from. you didn’t have much time to think about it before you got a reply back.

❛ oh? what are you thinking? ❜

as if someone else had taken over, you typed out another reply.

❛ are you comfortable with doing what i say? ❜

what were you doing ? whatever it was, the seed had been planted, and a bright idea had sprouted in your otherwise overworked and tired mind.

❛ there’s, like, 45, minutes to kill while waiting for the wash, so... ❜

your heartbeat suddenly picking up, you bent over your phone, carefully typing each letter out and hoping no one around you could see what you were doing.

❛ can you be a good girl and play with yourself for me? just rub your clit and see how wet you get. ❜

you felt your face flush as you quickly looked over your message for typos, and laid your phone on your lap face down after you’d sent the text, only picking it up again after hearing hope's special text tone after what felt like forever.

❛ LITTLE ONE 😳🥵🥵 ❜

you felt yourself blush even harder, half regretting the last text but also slightly proud you’d been able to evoke such a response from hope.

the slightly proud emotion ended up winning out, with hope's next text that arrived.

❛ i think that can definitely be arranged though. you little minx. ❜

you took a quick look around at your immediate surroundings — a handful of people had gathered around the waiting area of your gate, but there was still a while before they were set to board and no one had sat down next to you — so you sent a quick reply.

❛ good girl. ❜

the wait for the next text felt like it took forever, and as soon as your phone went off with hope's special tone, you grabbed for it.

❛ i’m going to use the balls too, since it’s been a while. if it’s okay with you. ❜

you sat up a bit straighter in your seat. it had been a while since you’d broken out those toys, usually reserved for hope's practices that involved a lot of moving around and practicing for a new routine, so the balls' intended use could be satisfied, and made only better since you were the only ones who knew about them.

❛ absolutely, hope. ❜

you sat back in your seat once more, looking up to check the board at your gate to see that there was still a good amount of time before boarding and takeoff. a few more people had gathered at the gate, but it was still relatively quiet — and, still, no one had decided to sit by you.

you waited patiently for the next text, reaching for your phone again as soon as it went off.

❛ the balls are in and i'm playing with myself. it feels so good. ❜

you ignored the shiver that went down your spine at reading the words, quickly typing out your next reply.

❛ i bet it does. do you have your batteries charged for your other toy? ❜

you took a quick look around to make sure you were still in your own world with your girlfriend while you waited for the next reply — which was slightly delayed, understandably.

❛ i do! can i play with myself with that now? ❜

the telling someone else what to do thing was exciting you more than you were expecting — as you were usually the one on the opposite end of this.

❛ yes, but keep the balls in. i want you soaked for me. ❜

your phone went face down on your leg once more, and you tried to calm your rapidly beating heart between replies, the excitement from what was happening making you realize that your own panties had gotten slightly damp. you rubbed your thighs together as inconspicuously as possible, quickly forgetting everything else as the next text came in.

❛ it feels so good to play with myself like this for you. ❜

you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and wrote out your response.

❛ good girl. now i want you to find a corner of something to rub up against. ❜

you looked up just as a family of four sat in the row of chairs in front of you and blushed slightly, setting your phone on your leg face down almost guiltily. you were still excited, but couldn’t help feeling the tiny bit of guilt? shame? whatever it was that was creeping up on you, due to the texts. you quickly pushed it down with the next text.

❛ mm, fuck, i can’t move, this position feels too good ❜

you bit your lip.

❛ good girl. ❜

you looked up after sending your next text and were a bit surprised to see the flight time had been changed yet again, and boarding would actually begin soon. you wondered if you’d be able to finish before you boarded lest you leave hope hanging.

❛ fuck, the vibrator is right on my clit and one of the balls is right on my gspot. it feels sooooo good ❜

you were used to normally hearing hope's filthy mouth in person, so while it was different to hear it in texts, it wasn’t completely unwelcomed.

❛ i bet you look wonderful all turned on for me ❜

an image of hope lying in bed, flushed and spread out on your bed, her hand between her legs and her head thrown back against the pillow, little moans and whimpers coming from her mouth as she played with herself came to your mind and you had to clear your throat and cross your legs, trying not to blush at the sudden little fantasy your mind had given you. you seemed to go unnoticed, thankfully.

you were still blushing when the next text arrived.

❛ am i allowed to come? i'm getting close ❜

you considered replying no, not until you got home tomorrow and could make hope come yourself, but decided against that — despite tucking it away for another opportunity.

❛ since i won’t be back tonight to make you come myself, yes. but make it count. ❜

you found that you were enjoying being in charge here, telling your girlfriend what to do, and filed it away that it was something you'd maybe like to try more often in your sex lives. there would be time to think about it on the flight in a while; for now, the next message had arrived.

❛ i'm gonna see if i can make myself squirt, for you ❜

your face immediately flushed at this text; hope's secret talent had accidentally been discovered recently and had become your new private joke.

you debated over your next message for a moment, typing out your reply.

❛ if you’re comfortable, mind showing me? ❜

the next message took a bit longer to arrive, and you had no idea what it meant at first.

❛ uhhh.... ❜

you quickly began working out a reply — a combo of an apology for asking what you had asked but also what had happened — when you were interrupted by a photo message notification. curiously — and cautiously, you opened it, and immediately felt yourself blush again.

hope's vibrator and pair of kegel balls were sitting in a small puddle, the outline visible against the towel she’d laid beneath herself. she had squirted.

you had to take a moment to compose yourself before replying.

❛ fuck, hope 🥵🥵 ❜

after sending that, you scrolled back up slightly to look at the picture again, feeling yourself get even more wet — belatedly realizing you were soaked at this point.

you were cut off as another text arrived, and scrolled back down to read it.

❛ that was really fucking hot, you telling me what to do. see what you made me do? 😏 ❜

you cleared your throat again, composing yourself to write a reply.

❛ it was, and i do. we need to try that in real life sometime. ❜

you sent the message and looked up, and felt your heart leap at the message that boarding would begin in five minutes. you felt good that you had been able to finish the session with hope, even though you’d now have to deal with wet panties on the flight. and the flight in general.

you looked down to your phone screen just as hope's new message arrived.

❛ please, like you’d be able to boss me around in bed in real life, baby. but sure, we could try it. tomorrow after you get home, maybe 😏 ❜

you felt your heart flutter.

❛ that sounds fun. i hate to leave it there, but boarding is about to begin, so i need to go now. ❜

just as you sent the text, the announcement for the a boarders to start lining up was given. you watched as the handful of a’s lined up — including the family that had sat in the row of seats in front of you — until hope's next message came.

❛ alright, safe flight. love you, text me when you land. ❜

you quickly wrote your own reply.

❛ love you too, and will do! ❜

you sent the text and stood up, just as the a boarders finished with ticketing and boarding. despite being busy with your family, you had been ready as soon as your check in time had come, so you’d managed to snag a b boarding ticket. you closed out of your texts with hope and flipped to the page open on your phone that had your boarding pass, getting it ready to be scanned.

as you waited in line to board, your thoughts moved from between safe flight vibes, your and hope's messages, and the comforting if not bittersweet thoughts of having to check into a motel room still miles from home instead of going straight home to hope.

it would be a long night, but hope had helped you get through the first part of it.

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hopeswifesblog · 2 years ago

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hope mikaelson x reader , bestfriends to rivials to secret protectors to lovers ?

secret protectors is secretly protecting eachother btw

and if you can , can you start it where they are ex bestfriends already

sure thing darling ;) I’ve tweaked it a tad but it’s mostly the same

it’s quite shitty but It’s written with my sleep deprived brain.. so.. sorry.

warnings : swearing, mentions of sex, underage drinking

Y/N Y/L/N and Hope Andrea Mikaelson.

The two of you had an.. interesting history to say the least.

Let’s start with the backstory shall we?

Now the two of you had already come from feuding families, though you had both completely disregarded that fact in your first meeting and there was an instant platonic connection. One which you and her both eagerly deepened as you’d both grown up shadowed from the outside world and without the ability to form relationships of any kind, so it was like a first to the both of you. In a sense.

Your relationship status of friends quickly glided from good friends to close friends to best friends and the two of you were perfectly content with this.

Of course that was until you families had to go ahead and ruin it.

It was actually Hope’s mum Hayley who had found out about your secret friendship first, unbeknownst to you, and Hope had almost burst into tears at the look of shock and mild disgust on her mum’s face.

“You��re father told me about that family.” Hayley had said “They aren’t a good bunch sweetheart.”

And Hope had stayed mute and assumed that that was the end of that — but of course she knew deep down that wasn’t simply going to be the end of this situation she had gotten herself into.

The next day, she was at a family dinner — one which they commonly had every single evening so nothing seemed out of the ordinary in the slightest.

But the tense looks on all her families faces told her otherwise and she had felt her heart psychically constrict at her dad’s next words.

“We don’t want you involved with that y/l/n family.”

That sentence was playing on her mind for days as she actively avoided you at all cost, knowing full well a look into your y/e/c eyes would only worsen her current predicament.

But she made her decision (no matter how difficult).

Family was everything to her...

So the next day, she had met you in person in broken up your friendship in perhaps the rudest way possible she could think of in the hopes you would start disliking her and consequently leaving her life which made her family life so much easier. No matter how the mere thought being without your presence for eternity pained her dearly.

But afterwards it was after your friendship never happened.

You went to thinking she was just like how your parents portrayed her family to be.

And she went to glaring in the halls of school and showcasing her ‘hate’ while dreaming of you when the day turned to dusk.

• • •

“Looking good y/n.” Your friend (kinda) Bianca Goldman whistled as you strutted over to her where she stood leaning against a tree as she observed the lively party.

“You too Ani.” You smiled playfully, twirling a strand of Bianca’s strawberry blonde hair around your finger with a playfully seductive look in your eyes.

“Go find someone else to hit on, you’ve got half the school pining after you.” Bianca scoffed lightly with a joking (mostly) roll of her green eyes but anyone could make out the newly gained pink flush to her pale skin.

“Aww no need to be jealous Ani.” You whispered lightly with a mocking pout as you leaned in a little more and watched in amusement as her pale skin gained a more crimson flush.

However, what you failed to see was from across the forest. Leaning against her own tree was your ex-bestfriend (enemy to everyone’s knowledge) watching you intently with jealously shining transparently in her ocean blue eyes.

“What’s go your thong in a twist princess.” Elizabeth Saltzman smirked jokingly, her eyes alight with the perfect mixture of mirth and entertainment that masked her confusion.

Hope didn’t answer, instead, a glare glazed over her previously envious blue eyes and she pursed her lips together.

“You’re jealous aren’t you?” Lizzie asked in amusement though slight shock, her gaze quickly flickering between both you and Hope with a new sense of interest and determination.

“Jealous of what? I’m only concerned for Bianca, y/n plays people and leaves them high and dry.” Hope spoke defensively.

“More like pleased and happy.” Lizzie corrected cheekily.

Her response was a displeased scoff and Hope taking an even bigger swig of her beer.

• • •

It was officially the next day and those who weren’t suffering with hangovers (the vampires and some werewolves or witches who knew the correct spells) were up bright and early.. most of them.

You were a witch, a bloody good one at that and thankfully you knew the hangover spell but with your lifestyle you sort of had to know it.

Still — instead of attending class like you were obviously meant to, you just went down to the kitchens for some food because hey? food is way more important than studies, right.?

Standing in the kitchens and munching happily on a chocolate chip cookie and you heard a sharp gust of wind. One which you could identify with an approaching vampire.

But before you could even turn, a resounding thud rang out through the kitchen and you turned to see a vampire, a newbie — Leon Arnold — neck snapped on the floor, blood staining his lips, mouth and shirt and vampire features receding back.

You blew out a harsh breath and placed your hand on your head, trying to calm your rapidly racing heart.

Under her own cloaking spell, Hope Mikaelson smiled lightly to herself in accomplishment and relief. Oh so maybe this seemed slightly stalker-ish.. but she was curious to what you did when you didn’t attend class and honestly thank god she did decide to be .. stalker-ish today.

“Mikaelson?”

Shit. She just so happened to forget you were an equally as powered witch who could see past her spells.

“You did that..?” You gestured to Leon and much to the annoyance of yourself you felt a warm feeling encase your heart at the thought of her protecting you.

“Yeah..I did.” Hope nodded her head hesitantly and slipped a quick smile over her plush pink lips with her cheeks discreetly flushing at the softer look that entered your y/e/c eyes.

“Well thank you.” You spoke sincerely and cursed yourself out mentally for the butterflies that swarmed around your stomach.

Just like old times

A response wasn’t heard on Hope’s end as you hastily hurried out.

• • •

“Ugh this is stupid.” Lizzie groaned slumping against the wall as she watched Hope pointedly avoid your eyes and you do the same. She had a sneaking suspicion and she also had an idea which in her opinion was spectacular.

“What is?” Josette, Josie, Saltzman asked hesitantly as she looked up with the end of her of pencil resting between her lips absentmindedly.

“This!” Elizabeth practically shouted as she gestured between Hope and you and Josie looked on with wide perplexed eyes.

“No you know what.” Lizzie muttered, putting Hope’s wrist in a tight hold and magically dragging you over. Ignoring your groans and shouts of protest and everyone’s either wide and curious or shocked eyes.

Quickly, she basically threw the both of you in the nearest classroom and placed a spell on the door.

“Talk! Now!”

You and Hope sat in a extremely tense silence for about a minute or so just staring into each other’s heatedly.

Before suddenly she crashed froward and pressed her lips into yours hungrily.

You eagerly responded to the kiss, familiar with this nature of kiss, winding your hands through her soft locks of auburn hair as hers wrapped around your waist. Hope let out a little moan as you ran your tongue over her bottom lip and she obediently opened her mouth slightly for you to proceed.

Abruptly the two of you pulled apart, panting harshly.

“We should—“

“Yeah—“

“Be my girlfriend—“

It felt like time stopped from a moment and with a wide grin appearing on your face you nodded your head frantically.

Your families the last thing on your minds.

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hopeswifesblog · 2 years ago

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Im tired of everyone putting amber freeman and jill roberts against each other like they wouldn't be unstoppable together. Guys we gotta stand up

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hopeswifesblog · 2 years ago

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Crazy For You

[pairings]: Ghostface!Samantha Carpenter x Ghostface!Fem!Reader

[Summary]: When you started dating Sam you never expected yourself to become the partner of a serial killer

[warnings]: swearing ( not really ), blood, murder, kissing

A/N: Ever hate and love your family at the same time? 'Cause i have. And i do.

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Ever hear someone say, ‘ She makes me crazy ‘?

Well that’s what had happened to you after you started dating Samantha Carpenter. But to you it was a little different than doing the ‘crazy’ things people always talk about. Other people call it crazy when they would leave everything behind to be with the one they love or doing something like breaking a personal rule.

It was almost nothing like that with you and Sam. Before her, you were the innocent, happy little girl in your circle of friends. But then after a month of dating her, you found out what she had been doing at nights when you would come home from a late night shift and sleep through the night.

You should have freaked out. You should have called the cops. Your friends, anything. But you didn’t. Instead you ran up to her, jumped into her arms, kissed her and she mumbled a small ‘sorry’ but all you could do was smile against her lips and say ‘ It’s okay’

Later on, you admitted that you found it hot when at some nights she would come home, covered in blood. And just lazily go into the bathroom to wash it off. Like she hasn’t just murdered someone.

But one particular night when you were watching movies with you cuddled onto her side, you didn’t really know what you were thinking, but you said it anyway; “ I wanna go with you next time “ Back then she looked at you like you were crazy. And that you were.

After multiple nights of you begging her, she finally let you go with her. She never expected to find you stabbing the wife - who she didn’t know was home- of the man she murdered. But nonetheless she was impressed and after a while, she bought you a ghostface costume too.

So a couple months later here you were breaking into the house of her ex-boss. Why? Neither of you knew, but that didn’t stop you. She was going through the backdoor and you were going on the front. As soon as you were inside, you could hear the light snoring from the room next to you. You and Sam weren’t really tradisional so you never really called your victims. You just enjoyed the feeling of your knife slicing through their skin and insides.

You waited a few minutes for her to arrive and when she did, you slowly opened the bedroom door. You peeked inside and smiled as you saw him. Alone. You guessed his wife was out of town. Not that it mattered at the moment.

You and Sam quickly got inside and smiled at each other. You slowly creeped up to him and turned him over roughly, making sure you woke him up. He slowly opened his eyes and they grew wide as he saw the two masked-killers by his bed.

Sam was the one who charged at him first. Sinking her knife into his lower-abdomen. You watched with a shit-eating-grin and soon decided to join. You got on the bed and put your knife to his throat as he screamed. It was like a dream. You turned your knife and cut into his colar-bone. You chuckled as he whimpered. You sat up and put both of your hands on the knife as Sam stopped to admire you, already covered in a little blood. You slammed the knife into him. Then pulled out only to push it back again and twist it. You did it again. And again. And again. After a while his screams died down and you panted as you looked at his insides that threatened to spill out of his body.

Sam circled the bed and helped you get off. You both whipped your knives. Then Sam took off her mask and looked at you like you hung the stars. Her hand reached up and took off yours too. She dropped it to the ground and took a step closer. Her bloodied hand touched your face and she smiled at how good red looked on you. Her hand reached behind your head and pulled you closer. You leaned in and kissed her roughly, tasting the blood and cherry chapstick on her lips. It felt delightful.

She pushes you against the wall and her left hand finds your waist while both of your hands loop around her neck as you are kissing. A little messy, but that is just who you two were.

You pull away due to the lack of oxygen. “ You are crazy “ Sam said with a smirk on her red lips as she panted.

“ For you “

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Safe - Paul Lahote

a/n: finished this in a couple hours last night :D

summary: during a winter storm, paul’s car breaks down on the side of the road, at a time in which rampant vampires are running wild

warnings: mentions of anxiety

word count: 1.3k (exactly omg)

It was a stupid idea to begin with. The roads were slowly becoming fully covered with snow, but you two wanted to stay at the lookout for just a little while longer, enjoying the peaceful view and getting away from civilization for a while.

However, it was now dark out, even though it was only six o’clock, and there was no indication of a road in front of you.

“Paul, why don’t we just pull over for now and wait till the morning,” you offer, your anxiety rising as he swerves due to some ice on the road.

“Babe, you really wanna stay in this truck for twelve fucking hours?” He snaps, though not too harsh, it was coming from a place of security and protectiveness.

“I’d rather that than attempt to drive and fall off the fucking road into a ditch,” you reply. Paul glances over at you and right away, he can sense your worry. He sighs softly and carefully maneuvers his beloved truck down the road.

“I’ll try to be as careful as I can, baby, but I want to get back home so you’re not freezing in here.”

“You do realize that you have a super high body temperature that could keep me warm all night?” You joke. Paul laughs along with you and shrugs his shoulders.

“I know, but I don’t-no, no, no no!” He groans as a clicking noise sounds from the truck, the engine giving out just as he pulls onto the side of the ‘road’, thankfully on the side with the wall of rock, so there was no way to skid off the edge and into the forest.

“Fucking shit,” Paul mutters to himself, trying to turn the car on. But it’s no use. The truck was completely broken down, and there was no way to jump start it.

There was most likely no one else out at the moment, so no passing cars could be of help. The pack was away for the night and wouldn’t return until the morning, deterring some new group of vampires that was terrorizing the town.

“Well, good thing we have some leftovers,” you murmur, trying to lighten the mood. Paul glances over at you and smiles, grabbing your hand.

“I’m sorry. We should’ve left earlier,” Paul says, shaking his head and looking down in his lap.

“I also wanted to stay, so it’s just as much my fault as it is yours,” you tell him, hoping it makes him feel better. “But I’m glad that you’re not gonna be driving anymore tonight because it’s really scaring me.”

Paul’s face falls and guilt settles in his chest. He should’ve listened to his instincts when he first felt your nerves arise.

“Baby, I didn’t mean to scare you, it’s…” he tapers off, nervous about telling you his true feelings. However, he’s also cut off by you shivering, the cold temperature outside starting to seep inside.

His protectiveness kicks in and he hops into the backseat, motioning for you to join him. But you are unable to gracefully climb into the back, so you get ready to hop out and just get in through the backseat door, but Paul stops you.

“I don’t want you going out there, even if it’s for a split second,” he begs. You stare at him in disbelief.

“I’m not gonna get frostbitten in two seconds.” The look in Paul’s eyes tells you something else is up, so you sit back in your seat, looking at the space that you have to crawl over.

Finally, you manage to stumble back with Paul, falling into his arms, which wrap around you to make sure you didn’t fall off the seat and onto the floor. Your giggles fill the car and Paul grabs a blanket from the trunk while you get comfortable, picking up the picnic basket and finding something to snack on for now.

Paul throws the blanket around your shoulders for now, you curling into his side, finally relaxing into his body.

“See, this isn’t so bad,” you whisper when you finish your snack. Paul chuckles and kisses your forehead.

“For now. Just wait till it drops to ten degrees later in the night.”

“But at least this gives us more time to talk,” you point out.

“Or make out?” Paul offers. You gaze up at him, finding him smirking down at you. A similar smirk tugs at your lips and your hand trails up to his neck to pull him down to you.

Forty-five minutes go by, and you could already tell the temperature was beginning to drop. But with Paul beside you, it wasn’t a big issue. You end up throwing a second cover over his body, just to lock the heat in so that you could feel it more.

He even slipped his shirt off to allow you to feel his burning skin, which you very much enjoyed.

“Does…does you not wanting me to go out there have to do with that group of vampires?” You ask during a lull in the conversation.

You’ve been stuck for about four hours now, and it was coming to the point where you had no idea what to talk about anymore. So, you decide to bring this up.

“Who told you?” Paul mumbles, upset that the pack secret had gotten out. Sitting up from his chest, you grab his hand.

“Emily. It slipped out and I promised I wouldn’t say anything but-”

“Shh,” he coos, placing a finger on your lips to silence you, “it’s okay. I figured one of the other girls would tell you because the guys tell them everything.”

“Then how come you didn’t say anything to me?”

He pauses and carefully thinks over his words, his mouth falling open and closing as he does.

“I didn’t want to worry you,” he finally says. “I know you had a close call with Victoria, and I didn’t want to frighten you with another set of vampires. I knew the pack would be able to drive them up north, so there wasn’t any real worry, but of course vampires are unexpected, so who knows what would’ve happened.”

“And you were scared that they could be around us and smell me when I stepped out of the car?” You could feel your anxiety rising once again, and this time, Paul senses it immediately.

“Hey, hey,” he whispers, cradling your face in his hands. “Yeah, I was…but again, I didn’t want to scare you. You’re safe with me, like you always are. I promise.” You nod and curl back into his chest, sighing softly.

“Paul?” Your voice rings out in the still air, after a few minutes of nothing.

“Hm?”

“Hold me tighter?” You softly beg. Paul’s heart aches in his chest at the tone of your voice. But, he obeys your wish and tightens his grip, pulling you as close to his body as possible.

“Do you wanna switch positions? Do you want me to spoon you, or is this okay?” He asks. You hum happily, snuggling your face into his neck, a small grin displayed on your lips.

“No, this is perfect. Thank you.” He kisses your head softly and rests his cheek in the spot afterwards.

“Get some rest, alright, baby? I’ll call Emily in the morning for her and Sam to come help once he’s awake.” You nod against his shoulder and shut your eyes, focusing on the heat surrounding you and the feel of his body next to yours.

It always did the trick to get you to sleep, and within minutes, you were out like a light, but Paul stayed awake, keeping a lookout to make sure no one else was around and that you were safe.

Though you knew you were safe with Paul, no matter what.

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paul lahote taglist: @volturiwolf

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hopeswifesblog · 2 years ago

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sleepy morning sex with seth blurb w super subby reader pls🥺❤️

this man has my heart🥺🤍 - also this is absolutely filthy smut fyi lmao

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"there ya go pretty girl," seth murmured as he pressed his cock into your tight walls, pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone when you whined at the stretch, "so good for me." he hummed, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

"you gonna let me play with that pretty pussy for a little bit?" he asked and you nodded, yawning softly and giggling when he cupped your face in his hand, gently rubbing his thumb against your cheek bone.

you let out a soft moan, eyes rolling back when he rolled his hips against yours, chuckling when he felt your walls flutter around him at the pleasurable movement. he set a slow, lazy pace, making sure the head of his cock kissed at your cervix after each thrust, knowing how crazy you were for that.

whining, you reached around for his hand, letting out a soft sigh of relief when you were able to lace your fingers with his, "so needy sometimes," seth chuckled, "you want my cum in you too? gonna fill you up so you're nice a full all day, yea?" he murmured, a hint of teasing in his voice that had your walls clenching around him.

you nodded, "please seth-" you whimpered, "wanna feel you." you whined, wrapping your legs around his waist in an attempt to bring him closer to you.

"'m coming jus' give me a minute." he chuckled, "you close pretty girl?" he asked softly, giving your hand a soft squeeze to prompt you to respond to him when he realized you were lost in your own world of pleasure.

you nodded, "mhm," you hummed sleepily, gasping when he rolled his hips against yours, his happy trail just barely grazing your clit which had you whining under him.

he chuckled, repeating the action until he had you teetering on the edge of an orgasm, "there ya go pretty girl," seth murmured, "show me how good 'm makin that pretty pussy feel." he cooed, untangling your fingers from his momentarily to reach down and rub your clit, sending you right over the edge.

seth was quick to knot your hands back together again, knowing you'd be whining about it shortly if he didn't. he picked up the pace a bit, letting out a low groan when your warm, velvet walls pulsated around him, sending him right over the edge to his own orgasm.

he remained buried in your heat, filling you up with his release while the two of you caught your breaths, "such a good girl for me," he murmured, peppering your cheeks with soft kisses that had you giggling as both of you came down from your highs.

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𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐊 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒.

“ᴡᴇᴅᴅɪɴɢ ɴɪɢʜᴛ”

ᴄᴀꜱᴛ; ᴅᴇʀᴇᴋ ʜᴀʟᴇ & ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ; ᴅᴇʀᴇᴋ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ɪɴᴄʀᴇᴅɪʙʟʏ ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀʀʀʏ ʏᴏᴜ, ꜱᴏ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀꜰᴀʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴏꜰ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ; ɴᴏɴᴇ?, ᴅᴇʀᴇᴋ ʙᴇ ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ɪɴꜱᴛɪɴᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ

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IT WAS THE NIGHT OF YOUR WEDDING AND YOU COULDN'T BE ANYMORE HAPPIER THAN YOU ALREADY WERE. the entire thing was planned by your close friends lydia and allison so you knew everything would for sure be perfect and the way you and derek wanted. the both of you wanted something small and intimate, only wanting close family and friends. so this made the entire planning process and invitations much easier. though lydia often tried pushing you two out of your comfort zone and to go completely extravagant. but you and derek knew exactly what you guys wanted for your big day.

and your guys' day couldn't have gone any better. even though you had to spend the night away from derek the night before which was difficult for you, seeing him at the end of the isle made it much more worth it. his eyes were beaming with love and happiness the second he saw you walking down the isle, arms linked with stiles's dad whom became a father figure to you. your heart had been racing the entire morning and you were filled with nerves, until you finally saw him. and everything fell into pure bliss.

the reception was your favorite part, especially when you and derek had your first dance. you both stared into each other's eyes as you swayed to the music, derek being sure to mouth 'i love you' every few moments. you wouldn't want the day to be any other way, and you couldn't imagine not spending the rest of your life with him. he was your soulmate. and you were so incredibly lucky to have someone like him.

the rest of the reception was spent with everyone spending time together, dancing and having fun while they shared your special day with you two. however you and derek decided to call the end of the party when stiles had gotten a bit too drunk. except that was derek's main excuse to get you alone so you two could be on your way to the honeymoon.

derek decided to take control in planning the entire honeymoon for the both of you guys. he did this when he could see you getting visibly stressed when planning the wedding, which is why he took control of the honeymoon part. you had no issue with this whatsoever, knowing derek would plan accordingly and so it would be exactly what you two would want. despite the two of you being utterly excited for the wedding, you two were secretly more excited for the honeymoon. being able to have alone time with just you two for the next two weeks without anyone from the pack intruding sounded heavenly in your opinion. and you knew derek had been getting a little too impatient with stealing you away and having you all to himself.

so now here you two were, far up in northern california in a cozy cabin in the woods by a lake. the moon was shining bright in the sky and there was a cool autumn chill. you shivered slightly when the cool air kissed your bare arms and legs, the only source of clothing being the after reception dress lydia had insisted you got. you eventually caved into her begging and now you were slightly regretting it.

derek almost instantly pulled you into his warmth once he was finished grabbing your bags from the car. he pressed a kiss to your temple, inhaling your scent that was mixing well with his. "ready sweetheart?"

"always."

the second you guys stepped foot into the cabin, derek immediately dropped the bags and closed the door before pulling you into his embrace and kissing you deeply. you hummed into the kiss, giggling against his mouth when he lifted you up and carried you to the bedroom. he set you down on your feet, pulling away and looking down into your shining eyes.

"my beautiful wife." he murmured, his eyes beaming with love and adoration as he stared at you. "how did i get so lucky?"

"i think i'm the one who's lucky." you whispered, your hands grasping his and you smiled widely down at the band around his finger.

"i'm gonna bring our stuff in and unpack everything, alright?" he told you before kissing your forehead. you nodded, reaching down to slip off the heels that were killing your feet. you were happy to toss them to the side, and you were even more happier to slip out of the dress you were wearing. if there was one thing about you, it's you enjoy being comfortable and cozy rather than being all dressed up.

you were in the middle of trying to unzip your dress when derek came back in the room with your bags. he noticed you struggling to unzip your dress so instantly he was right behind you, pulling the zipper down. he helped you remove the dress from your body which left you in your lace under garments.

"thank you." you hummed, turning around and leaning up to peck his lips.

you grabbed one of your bags and pulled out your short black silk robe. you slipped it one and headed into the bathroom to wash off your makeup and freshen up. as you were in the middle of removing your makeup, you didn't notice derek standing in the bedroom with his eyes on you.

you guys had been together for three years before he got down on one knee and asked you to spend forever with him. he knew from day one that you were the one for him. even when the two of you were best friends, before you guys allowed yourselves that you had strong feelings for each other. he always knew you were the one he wanted to spend forever with. no one else. just you.

he really couldn't believe how lucky he was. you were someone who was so incredibly special to him which made him all the more protective of you. most times he'd get a little too over protective without realizing it but it was all because you were someone he certainly couldn't risk losing. you were his entire life and he couldn't even think about a world where you're not in it. you were his anchor.

"why are you staring at me like that?" you asked when you stepped back into the room to see him staring at you.

he held a small loving grin, his eyes never leaving your face. "because i love you." he murmured, pulling you back into his embrace. "i'm the luckiest guy in the entire world to be able to call you mine forever."

"i love you, derek hale." you whispered, pulling his face to yours and connecting your lips with his.

he wasted no time in responding to your kiss, kissing you back gently before moving his lips more eagerly with yours. he backed you up until the back of your knees hit the bed, causing you both to tumble onto the soft surface.

"i can't wait to make love to you all night and for the next two weeks."

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hi everyone! hope you all enjoyed this one :) remember, most imagines i post here for the time being are ones already published on my account on wattpad (same user as here) – there are NO requests open at this time. i do have a prompt list coming soon though so when i do open requests, there’s already a list in place.

again thank you all for reading! until next time <3

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