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༒☙༒ The Secrets To Loving A Black Woman (NSFW Alphabet) — Elijah “Smoke” Moore x Black Fem!Y/n

genre: SMUT/somewhat fluff???

warnings: everything, i suppose.

synopsis: nsfw alphabet. duh.

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༒ Smoke is A = Aftercare.

"Come here, girl." Elijah sighs, arm reaching the night table to grab his cigarettes, other arm stretched out, and waiting for your presence by his side. He's utterly satisfied when you take your rightful place beside him, and he can feel your skin against his again.

Y'all could clean up later, right now he just needed to feel the freedom he'd fought like hell for, all with you by his side. "There ya go...That's right." He mutters when you're safely snuggled against his chest, puffing idly on his cig and letting the smoke flow out before pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

Smoke's aftercare usually consists of him smoking a cigarette with you in his arms, if tomorrow might bring more challenges — He was happy to hold you for tonight. He'd rather bask in the glow than think too much.

༒ Smoke is B = Body Part

"Hold on now, brotha man. I got my eyes on a prize, sho nuff." Smoke pats Stack's chest, a cat's grin on his usually neutral features when his eyes laid on his woman. The belle of the ball; looked good enough to damn near eat, and fuck, those hips.

They get him every damn time; he stalks up to you in measured steps, his hands immediately reaching for your hips when he reaches you, he pulls ya close, his lips hovered above her ear. "Remind me why I let you out the house looking so damn good, darlin'? Because shit, woman, I'm having my regrets."

Your hips. The man is obsessed with your hips; if you're in his presence, you're in his arms, and his hands are gripping your hips like his life depends on em to keep on breathin'. It's no secret that Elijah adores a thick woman; his hands are always restless when he's near you, but they almost always land on your hips. Like it's muscle memory.

༒ Smoke is C = Cum

Smoke has your body memorized like a fucking book. He knows what pace you like it, what rhythm, and just when to snap his hips to make you see stars. He needs to please you, so when he sees the familiar signs, the dance begins. Your eyes are squeezed shut, eyebrows knitted, and legs locked around his waist, but he's gonna change all that. He needs to see your eyes. His hand that's now on your jaw, squeezes gently, and you know exactly what it means; you open your eyes, whimpers, and moans dripping from you like the most beautiful blues Smoke had ever damn heard. He feels his own climax approaching, but he's far too focused on you. "You know what you do to me, mama. Now let me see what I do to you." He whispers, hips snapping up into you, making you scream out his name like he was a God. There's a fucking gleam in his eyes when you start pouring over him like a fountain. He's so focused on you, he barely notices when his seed starts to overflow and drip down your thighs.

Okay, so, Smoke is a pleaser. No one can tell me any different. That's where he derives his own pleasure from, watching you feel good, and even further — watching you come undone from the pleasure. He wants to see how your eyes look as they glaze over; he wants to hear every moan, whimper, and every breath, but again...He wants to see you come undone. Needs to see your eyes, and if they're closed?

He's getting em back open. Usually with a jaw grip, sometimes a muttered "Open 'em." But he makes sure he sees you, when you cum. It's the quickest way to get him to do the same.

༒ Smoke is D = Dirty Secret

His eyes track you like a tiger as you cook, singing to yourself the music that flowed through the juke joint. You worked hard whilst everyone danced the night away, but that didn't mean you wasn't gone catch a vibe all on your own. Smoke saw the way your hips moved to the beat, the way you danced around that kitchen, and the Lord ain't have no fence strong enough to keep Elijah Moore away from you. "You look like yuh havin' fun over here, girl. Got room for another?" He comes up behind you, hands instantly meeting that golden spot, landing straight on your hips. He pulls you back until you can feel his muscled chest against your curves. "C'mon, boy. Now, you know I have work to do. Who you think gone feed all these people?" You protest with a smile on plump lips, but he's already grinning like a Cheshire, that Elijah. "A lil break ain't gone leave em' niggas famished, beautiful."

You. You are literally that man's dirty secret. He's obsessed with you. I've said it multiple times. You are his addiction. Smoke, as quiet. hard, and protective as he is, is a loverboy. You being who you are turns him on like nothing else. Watching you work is his foreplay.

You're lucky on the days he's able to keep his self-control, otherwise, you'd never get nothing done, always being pulled away.

༒ Smoke is E = Experience

You weren't mad at him, you were pissed. You were pissed that he was back again, and you were pissed that you missed him. Like you always did. Protecting him and that twin of his wherever the wind took them whilst in your shop, too far away for your liking. "That all ya come for? A cook?" Your eyes narrow, jaw ticking; you need the truth from Smoke, nothing but, tired of being left behind. They say they staying, but the Moore twins had been saying that since they left for Chicago. "Whatchu want from me, woman?" Smoke steps back when you finally relax, and your blade ain't on his neck no more. He knows what you want, but he also needs to hear it. You were part of the reason he'd come back in the first place. "The truth, boy. Be honest for once in ya life. It'd do ya some damn goo-." Before you could even get your words fully out, he was on you like white on rice, and you were pressed against the nearest wall, his finger trailing down the wet spot he knew was under that dress. "I ain't never forgot you, mama. I loved you then, woman, and I love you now." He presses you even closer to the wall, his breath hot on your ear, "Feels like you ain't forgot me either."

There's no doubt Smoke is an experienced man; he's smooth, cunning, and charming. Handsome as hell, too. He ain't never had to try to hard to get a lil pussy, but all he really wanted was you. Found himself in your bed every time he'd come visit.

Moth to flame, like clockwork.

༒ Smoke is F = Favorite Position

"Look at her. Look at you, girl. Beautiful, ain't ya? Yeah, I know it." He tugs at your hair, forcing you to look into the mirror at yourself getting fucked into before he moved you over to the bed, and laid you back. He hovers over you, looking into those beautiful e/c eyes of yours; he grips your legs and pulls you closer to the edge of the bed, adjusting his position, and grunting softly, sliding back into that soft heat only you seemed to possess. He moves your hair from your face. "God took his time with ya, didn't he...? Goddamn..."

Again, yes, AGAIN! Smoke is obsessed with you, yada yada ya, you get it. But seriously, he is. Any position where he can see your face? He's gonna take that over anything 9/10, whether that be fucking you in front of the mirror or having you under him.

He is so outwardly in love with everything that's you, he'd never be able to take it if he had to hide it.

༒ Smoke is G = Goofy

"I love you, Smoke, oh God, I love you." You whisper into nothingness whilst Elijah fucks into you, his thrusts slow and intimate, something he needed after a rough night, to make love to his woman? Oh, he's more than content. "Say that again fa me, ain't hear ya." His hand is gripping your jaw, eyes staring into yours, and taking in every expression. He knows what you said, but it wasn't gone hurt nobody if he heard it again. Your voice is shaky this time, he's hitting that spot that he knows makes you insane, and he knows exactly what he's doing. He's doing it with proper intent. "F-...fuuck, Elijah, I love you." You just barely get out without soundin like your mama ain't teach ya nothing, but that's still not good enough for him. He's biting back a smile, maybe even a chuckle, repeating himself. "Ion think I heard ya, sum ain't right...I said..." A laugh rumbles within his chest, speeding his pace up, "Say that shit again." This time, though joking, he was also serious. 100%. You knew it, even as you giggled along with him, moaning out a weak, "You're a bastard, Elijah Moore. I love you..."

While I feel Smoke is a tad more serious during the intimate moments, that doesn't mean there isn't humor...sometimes. More often than not, however, he's focused on pleasuring you, talking you through it.

༒ Smoke is H = Hair

I personally feel like both Moore boys are well-groomed. Smoke keeps his beard trimmed, and that means he also keeps his bush trimmed. He believes a well-kept man keeps a happy woman, and so far, you've proved him right, so why change the system?

༒ Smoke is I = Intimacy

Your eyes are kept on one another, one hand intertwined with his as the moon shines in on you. You were smiling tonight, hand on his damn throat, and you were smiling at him. He was stroking you slow tonight too, the after effects of a glass of wine or two, he just needed to feel you soaking him. That's all he fucking needed. His other hand is toying with your clit, and he relishes in the way you seem to seek his hand out like a vice, only forcing your pussy down on him even further; He wasn't complaining, in fact, the way his fingers moved? He was more than encouraging.

Now, as I've said, Smoke is a loverboy and a pleaser, so every moment with him, whether it be sexual or non, is an intimate moment, but if we're talking about sex specifically? He's always gonna be looking in your eyes, holding your hands, gripping you, and making love to you slowly.

On the off chance you catch him in a rougher mood, it's still with a slight gentleness to soothe the pain.

༒ Smoke is J = Jack Off

You were working, it was a busy night at the juke joint, and Smoke knew if he interrupted you right now, he'd be in for a scolding, not that that wouldn't make his problem worse. You made his problem worse. He snuck away to another room, the scent of your perfume clouding his every thought; he closes his eyes, envisioning you whilst his hand wraps around his length, letting out a curse, and grunting as he bucks into his hand, imagining it was the warmth of your welcoming pussy.. He has your handkerchief with him, wrapped around him, and aiding in his pleasure. Afterwards, he'd silently slip it into your hand, letting you know that he'd had enough with waiting.

Elijah really only likes you touching him, but on the off chance that that's not what he can have in that moment, and he has to handle himself? He does so with one of your items, your name on his tongue, and your figure in his mind.

After he cums, he becomes impatient for the real things, and that's usually when you get a cum-stained item of yours handed to you silently, and with nothing more said; the two of you usually slink away.

༒ Smoke is K = Kinks

His thumb presses against your lips, heavily suggesting that you open your mouth to allow him in, his eyes say the very same. When your lips part, his eyes darken, slipping his finger in and immediately probing around, pressing against your tongue, and seeming like he was a hellbent man on a mission, until... Smoke watches the drool finally seep down from your lips and leak down to your chin. He's addicted with the dumb look on your face, eyes glassed over, and pussy clenching down on him like a nice long hug. Fuck, he loved the sight.

Oral fixation. Man loves to look at you, he's addicted to your expressions, and wants to see you go stupid from pleasure. One of his favorite ways is having you suck on his thumb, or seeing your spit connect with his after a kiss, spitting in your mouth, etc.

Anything that had your eyes glazed over, and drool making its way to your chest? He's there for it.

༒ Smoke is L = Location

They'd sent you down to the cellar for more beer, but that ain't matter to Smoke, he'd been eyeing you the entire night, and the man was hungry. When you got down the stairs, he was already there, holding a case of beer. He smiles, grins real wide. "You come get this, come gimme a kiss. C'mon now, girl. Ain't nice to leave a man waiting."

Anywhere. Okay, maybe that's a stretch, some places are off limits but most of the time, he doesn't mind where he can get you...as long as he gets you.

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༒ Smoke is M = Motivations

Again, you were doing absolutely nothin that could've possibly turned Elijah Moore on; sitting there with a book in your hand, ya looked like the picture of perfection to Smoke. Just gorgeous, and it ain't never got no easier to be around you. "Damn precious, gotta stop doing me so wrong." He clutches his chest, moving to sit next to you with his eyes roaming every feature like he hadn't ever seen you before. "Enlighten me, Elijah. Far as I could tell, I was just sitting myself down reading." His hand grips your thigh, and suddenly you're being pulled closer to him without much effort on the soldier's part, unsurprisingly. "That ain't the damn point, mama. Where I'm sittin, looking twice as fine as the finest wine. That ain't right." He slides the book from your hand and tosses it to the table before leaning you back into the couch. "Just ain't quite right..."

We've been over this. Should I write a paragraph for this or just say the word "You", and hope you understand?

There's nothing else that motivates him like you do, just you; he felt it when you were just around him, looking so peaceful, happy, and comfortable. He liked the look of it on you. Hell, he liked the look of you. Just you.

༒ Smoke is N = No

Now, while I feel Elijah can get rough in bed, I feel like one of his biggest Nos is hurting you. He's not big on impact play unless it be something like a light spanking, maybe a little bit of choking, but he worships the ground you walk on, and he wants to keep it that way.

He could never see himself actually harming you; he's much more aroused by the threat of it. The tease. A knife to your thigh in the gentlest manner possible so you're not cut.

He'd consider gun play, after emptying it, of course. Even still. Elijah's hurt people before, it wasn't a pretty sight to see; He sure as hell ain't gonna hurt you, though. Never that.

༒ Smoke is O = Oral

He gripped your hair tightly within his fist, grunting as he gently pulled your mouth away from his dick, the spit shining on those plump lips of yours, spit and precum connecting you to him? Pretty fucking nice sight to behold if Smoke were to tell it, he could die happy. But that ain't what he wanna see. He was much more invested with what lied when you spread those thick ass thighs. You'd gotten used to the way Elijah pressed you back against the bed, and when he looked into your eyes with that glint in em, you knew he was aiming for one thing, and it was always worth the time. He pushed your legs open and smiled like he'd struck gold, and in his eyes, he had. He licked his lips, eyes darkened and blown with lust. "Ya ain't gone run if I take this here pussy from ya, are ya darlin'?"

It's been established that Smoke is a service dom, he wants you pleased and satisfied always, and if he took his own pleasure from it? So be it, but it was all about you.

He could cum in his pants just from sucking your pussy into his mouth, and that taste had him gone each damn time. And don't worry about him stopping after you cum, he's not stopping until he's satisfied that you're satisfied.

༒ Smoke is P = Pace

"How ya want it, baby? Talk to me." He frames it as a question, though you know it's not, he's telling you to speak up, and you know he's petty enough to stop if you don't. "Just...Make love to me." You ain't ever had to tell that man twice; he was ready to fulfill your requests each time. Eager to even. His rhythm slows down drastically, and pretty soon he's set a pace in tune with your goddamned moans, pulling reactions from you he knew how to get when hitting certain spots, exactly when he needed to. He knew your pussy better than it knew itself. "Look at that shit...Gushing like a slut, baby. I ain't never seen nun more beautiful."

༒ Smoke is Q = Quickie

You had 20 minutes before customers started pouring into the juke joint, and shit, Smoke only needed 15 when it came to you; when he pulled you into the backroom, you couldn't say you were complaining much bout it. You knew your husband, he was a stallion in ways that electrified your very being. You flash him that pretty lil smile of yours, and he's all gone. "Slide 'em down, sweetheart. I got 20 minutes to make your body do that shake fa me, and I plan on using my time wisely."

Smoke is an opportunist, he gone take that chance always. If y'all got a couple minutes to get it in, he absolutely doesn't mind trying. He just wants a piece of you at all times.

༒ Smoke is R = Risks

It didn't matter that it was a dark, starless night, that you couldn't see anybody for miles in the distance out that window. All that mattered was the way it made you feel, how taboo it was being bent over in front of a window, the risk of being caught by eyes below. — It was tantalising, and Elijah couldn't help but tease. "You get off on it, don'tchu darlin? I can feel that pussy squeezing like a vice right now. It get you off knowin anybody can walk past? See you getting fucked nice and slow?" He relishes in the way you spasm around him, his hand around your throat, your back arched, and the prettiest noises he'd ever damned listened to in his ear. "Let 'em see, baby. Let 'em see it all."

It's no secret; neither of the Moore boys was quite shy. In fact, it thrilled Elijah more than anything when he could get you like this anywhere he could. He feels pride in taking you where somebody can see you feeling so good...and all. because. of. him.

༒ Smoke is S = Stamina

He'd finished his cigarette off, ashing it before turning his attention back towards you. He needs to stop looking your way, it's what's gotten ya into this mess in the first place. You still look all beautiful, fucked out and glowing as your pussy leaked with his seed. Goddamn. He feels it in his gut, washing over him like that first glass of scotch. He'll never understand how you have like a little schoolboy without even trying; four, five rounds and still he was aching for more like he'd never left. Lord knows how he survived when he and Stack were still hitting licks back in Chicago. Now that he didn't have to wait, it seemed his body no longer knew how to. "C'mere, woman, put your lips on mine." He murmurs, a strong hand guides itself to your hip, and pulls you on top of him with little effort. He kept his body right just for moments like these, grinning like a Cheshire, he continues, "Want some more sugar." Your giggle fills his heart with something he hadn't felt in a while. pure unadulterated joy. "You always want some sugar." "Damn right." His hands move to grip your asscheeks, pulling you closer, "Damn fucking right."

When it comes to fucking you, it'd take a group of firefighters to pry Elijah off of you. On a calm night, you might go once or twice, but on those nights? — Expect him to be insatiable. 4-5 is the goal, and he'll soothe your pussy with his tongue right after.

Again, insatiable.

༒ Smoke is T = Toys

He has you tied up, hands and feet. You can see him rummaging through the drawers in the room until his hand lands on the right items. You hear him whisper to himself, and when he turns around, he wordlessly walks back over to you with a grin on his face. "You won't mind if I go downstairs and talk to my brother for a second, would ya baby? Got a gift for ya." Your eyes tracked him like a lion to prey, only you were the prey, and Smoke was stalking over to you like he'd found a new meal, and it looked quite divine. Wouldn't take him no time at all to get back to ya, but you knew it'd feel like hours; you could hear it vibrating as he inched it towards your entrance, and he wouldn't stop looking at you, scanning your every reaction. "You's a sick man, Elijah." You whisper, your eyes hold no fear or disgust; however, arousal lowering your gaze, he says nothing for a moment, slipping the black vibrator inside you, to his delight, your back arches into his hold, pulling the rope tight with a sweet moan leaving you. He chuckles in satisfaction. "Never claimed to be a good man, darlin'. Ya gone be good, and wait for me?" When she sends a glare his way, he simply grins, "I'm just messing with you, mama. Don't go causing too much trouble now; Ion mind changing the sheets."

Elijah doesn't mind toys...when he's trying to make a point, or gets interrupted. He hates getting interrupted when making you feel good so you're no stranger to him leaving you with a little gift inside you or buzzing against your clit.

He likes how needy, and desperate it makes you when he comes back; your body writhing with the need to cum. He likes watching you fight against your bindings, glaring at him with tears pricking at the edge of your eyes. Yeah, he could get down with a toy or two.

༒ Smoke is U = Unfair

How long had he been staring? Smoke ain't quite know, all he knew was that in the quest to keep you away from him, teach you some patience; he was ultimately torturing himself in kind. He watched you dance across that floor, and decided he couldn't damn take it no more. "Keep your face neutral and keep dancing, sweetheart. I'm just checking something real quick." You'd been frozen against him before his instructions to keep rhythm, the hand that wasn't squeezing her hip traveling up her thigh; she wasn't wearing panties — Of course, he'd been the one to tell her not to, but it still got him going how bad she could be at his behest. His pretty lil thing. He's got one goal in mind, and when he finds it, his hand tightens round your hip when you gasp, rising to your tiptoes with your chest pressed against the hard planes of his chest; he presses a kiss to your hair, and shushes you, his words whispered in your ear like a lullaby. "Shh, shh, shh...Don't need nobody hearing you. Just need a lil taste." He pulls you even closer to him, tugging his hand away from you when he finds what he's looking for. Makes sure you're looking directly in his eyes when he puts two fingers between his lips, the taste of you on his tongue making him grunt. — He lets you go. You're breathless as he disappears into that crowd again, the music grows wilder, and there's nothing to do except keep on dancing. Keep on feeling the blues till your face turns too.

Smoke is all about teasing, should be the man's middle name, and while you loved it too, there was a distinct pain in the utter vulnerability in the ways he teased you, but unironically, it was a pain you heavily adored, something you craved.

༒ Smoke is V = Volume

Your nails mark down his back, journeying in a path that stopped when your hands met his ass, pulling him closer and sheathing the man deeper inside your pussy; he stops for just a second, taking a deep breath because you, indeed, had him fucked up. He grunts, taking your hands and pinning them above you before his weight lays into you like a weighted blanket, and he's so deep it has you biting into his shoulder to keep from screaming out his name. He gives you leeway this time, lets you hide your face, too in ecstasy to care much bout anything else; a growl rumbles within his throat, a deep ragged murmur leaving his lips, "Puttin it on me like this...Gone...have my f..ucking babies."

Now, Elijah might not be much of a moaner but he absolutely makes noises, whether it be grunts, groans, the occasional growl, but most importantly...He's the vocal type. Degrading, praising, or talking you through it? Elijah does it all.

He needs you to hear how you're making him feel, very verbally.

༒ Smoke is W = Wild Card

What if Smoke had been turned into a vampire? We already know he's shameless, but walk with me...

The music is once again blaring and the vibes are high, but Smokes eyes are on you, there's hooting and hollering as you begin to step out of that little black dress you wore. His eyes were observant, protective, while he made his way over to you, loosening his tie as he goes; he's smirking. Your thoughts go south, wondering if this is really happening. You'd gotten them all turned once he'd died. When he came back begging to be let in, voice all sweet and southern and smooth talking like he talked, you couldn't resist allowing him in. He'd gone through their friends and family like a man starved, and now it was your turn. The rest start to wake up, reborn of the night, all while he made his way to you like no one else was there. When he gets to you, he sinks down to his knees and slowly spreads your legs. "Imagine, suga... comin back to a show like this. It's gone hurt a lil bit, but think about it...what happens after. It's worth it now. Don't you think, mama?"

༒ Smoke is X = X-ray

I believe Smoke is the more muscled of the twins; he's built and muscular, but in a way that's not too overpowering to look at. He's definitely leaner and a little bigger than his younger twin.

When he takes his shirt off, there's a 6-pack with a well-trimmed happy trail and bush meeting a caramel, lighter brown tipped 8-inch, thick in length. He's more of a grower than a shower, and is definitely uncut, me thinks.

༒ Smoke is Y = Yearning

The end of the night is what Smoke loves best, he loves it best because it's when he finally gets you behind closed door...alone. He ain't gotta worry bout the neighborhood kids, your friends, family, nunnadet. You were finally all his, and he could finally feel you real, and truly honestly sucking him deeper into the gushing pussy he'd been envisioning all day.

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༒ Smoke is Z = Zzz

Honestly, me thinks that you and Smoke lie awake for a little, talking about everything and nothing before even attempting to get any rest. It's when you both debrief and let the outside world go before the morning comes. When he looks at you and sees your eyes shutting is when he knows it's time for bed, but other than that, he absolutely follows your lead on where the night goes after sex.

But that wasn't the best part. The best part was your head on his chest right after, safe and unharmed, and home.

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authors note: welcome back to the fic bakery! so happy you could make it to the reopening. my very first sinners writing and we feel good about this, don’t we? a lil smoke never hurt nobody.

- fatality/bubbles 🫧.

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klausysworld · 3 months ago

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I absolutely NEED a one shot where klaus like always gets a hard 0n when Yn around or he thinks of her

His family teases him and Yn doesn’t have clue about his crush on her

Helpless

Klaus couldn't help the way his body reacted to her. It wasn't his fault that she was always so perfect.

In fact, Klaus blamed Rebekah.

She had been the one to befriend Y/N, they met at Mystical Falls High School when Rebekah tried out for the cheerleaders. Caroline had been salty about it but Y/N was happy to invite new people in.

Rebekah took a liking to her in an instant and ended up inviting her round.

That's how Klaus met her. Finding an unknown girl stood in his kitchen in only a tiny little skort and what could barely be called a top. Y/N only smiled at him and introduced herself as Rebekah's friend.

The idea of his younger sister making a friend so easily would have amused him but his thoughts had quickly ran away from him as he took her in. His viewing was cut short when Rebekah shoved him out the way.

"Sorry Y/N, that's Nik." She mumbled as she opened the cupboard to look for something for Y/N to eat. "Damn. We'll have to order something, come on." She shrugged and grabbed Y/N's hand, pulling her back upstairs.

Y/N was over often and Klaus had become accustomed to seeing her in her cheer outfit but that didn't mean he didn't feel anything.

Rebekah had only noticed it when she saw him pull a pillow over his lap part way through a movie. She knew that Klaus had a little crush on Y/N, that wasn't hard to realise with how often he looked at her and how easily his lips upturned in her presence but realising the extent made her smirk.

Rebekah would start 'lending' clothes to Y/N the day after a sleepover, having her dress in tight little shorts and tube tops. Convincing her that she didn't need to wear a bra round the house.

Klaus was almost drooling.

His fingers dug into the couch when she sat beside him after Rebekah had spread herself out across the other sofa. Klaus was too focused on not staring at Y/N's nipples to notice Rebekah's obvious game play.

When it had gotten late and Y/N started getting tired but the film wasn't finished Rebekah decided to push it. "You can always lay down. Nik doesn't mind, he even has a pillow. Just rest on his lap." Her words sounded to passive and innocent that Y/N just glanced to Klaus who, no matter how badly he knew he should've said no, nodded his head and adjusted the pillow.

Before he knew it his fingers were stroking her hair, his hips desperately holding back when she made small sounds on contempt.

Once she was asleep he couldn't help but touch her face, trace each feature. Bekah had gone to the bathroom, leaving him alone with her and his thoughts. He couldn't help but stroke her bottom lip with his thumb. As soon as he heard the door shut his hands were pulled away and he was sat back against the cushions but Rebekah knew what he wanted.

She started having lollipops on hand, always having one to give to Y/N. Klaus was losing it.

Once or twice she'd forgotten to finish her lolly, leaving it somewhere by accident. Klaus would end up licking her taste fresh from it, his eyes closing as he sucked her flavour down.

He could just about restrain himself from acting on his feelings.

Until all his other siblings were woken and also caught onto the situation. Kol would shamelessly flirt with Y/N, purposefully trying to make Klaus flip out. Even Elijah had picked up on it. He'd clear his throat and glance Klaus down, reminding his brother to cover his arousal with an amused smile on his face when Niklaus would go a beat red and pull a pillow over himself again. Kol had started calling it his 'problem pillow'.

Rebekah was subtle but Kol? Brutal.

"Don't tell me Nik's cum on his pillow again!" He'd call loud enough that it made Klaus shoot up out of his seat in panic that Y/N had heard but not quite loud enough that it would travel up the stairs to where Y/N actually was.

"Someone's in a sticky situation-" He'd jest before a book was lobbed at his head.

"You know Y/N if you're feeling stressed, I'm positive Nik would pound it out of you." He'd grin but Y/N didn't get it; thank god.

Klaus would shove Kol out the room, out the house sometimes and storm up the stairs.

Was it embarrassing? Of course. Was it hilarious for the others? Obviously.

Once Y/N figured it out and joined in on the teasing it was too much to bare.

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cinnamonlouu · 21 days ago

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In his quiet

Modern!Smoke (Elijah) x reader

Synopsis:Marie has been dating Elijah but over time she realizes he may be quiet but a little crazy.

Elijah didn’t talk much.

He didn’t have to.

He walked into rooms and people stepped aside—clean-cut, sharply dressed, quiet like a shadow. No unnecessary words, no performance. Just that gaze, cool and unreadable, like he was calculating something you didn’t know you were offering.

When Marie first started dating him, she thought he was cold. Until she learned better.

Elijah wasn’t cold. He was still.

Still like a warning. Still like someone who didn’t react to things because he didn’t have to because he already knew how it would play out.

And for a while, that made her feel safe.

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They’d been together for over a year. Long enough for Marie to have a closet in his condo. Long enough for her to learn what kind of liquor he liked and how he hated being touched when he was thinking. He ran three businesses, partially owned with his twin brother.

⸻

Marie didn’t call it love at first sight. Elijah didn’t offer warmth the way other men had. He wasn’t playful or charming or performative, she filled that box for him. He remembered small things. He handled her with slow, deliberate care that made her feel chosen.

When she got promoted, he didn’t just send flowers,he took her to a three-Michelin-star restaurant in New York and flew them back the same night.

No words, just a text saying : “Be ready at seven.”

And when the waiter made a flirtatious comment like Elijah wasn’t sitting there, he said nothing. But he made sure at the end of dinner the waiter didn’t make that mistake again by almost breaking his jaw before going back to his lady who had know clue.

⸻

The first time she saw it, it made her stomach tighten. They were at a gallery opening in Midtown.

Marie loved art. Elijah tolerated it for her. He stood at her side, tall and silent while she floated between installations. She liked that he let her be social, let her be herself.

“I love you in blue baby, you know you getting some tonight” she said teasingly, he just wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her close and kissed her.

That night, she ran into an old classmate. Darren.

They hugged. Nothing more.

“Marie, You haven’t aged at all,” Darren said, looking her up and down. “You always had that light on you.”

She laughed, lightly. “You still corny.”

He leaned in. “Some things don’t change.”

Elijah didn’t interrupt. Didn’t speak.

Just watched.

Marie introduced him briefly, and Darren gave one of those half-nods men give other men when they’re sizing each other up.

“Nice to meet you,” he said, offering a hand.

Elijah shook it. No expression.

Later, on the ride home, Marie turned toward him.

“You okay?”

Elijah stared ahead at the traffic. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

She hesitated. “You were quiet. Even for you.”

“I dont like him.”

“I didn’t ask you to.”

He glanced at her, slow and unreadable. “Good.”

⸻

Nothing was ever direct with him. He didn’t get loud. Didn’t accuse.

But that night, when they got home, he didn’t touch her. He didn’t sleep beside her. He sat at the edge of the bed for a long time, elbows on his knees, hands clasped.

And finally said “I don’t like feeling invisible,” he said. “Not when it comes to you.”

Her heart thudded. “I wasn’t trying to make you feel that way.”

“I know,” he said, standing. “But some things don’t need to be tried. They just are.”

⸻

She told herself it was normal for a man like him to feel that way. Elijah was protective, not possessive. Stoic, not unstable.

Because under all that silence, all that control, was someone who took care of her better than anyone ever had. Who never never had to tell her “wait til Thursday when I get paid”,who made her cum under 5 minutes without fucking her.

But when he pulled her into his lap while they were watching a movie, he whispered something that sent chills up her spine.

“I’d forgive you for anything, you know that?”

Marie tilted her head. “What?”

He kissed her collarbone. “Anything. Lie to me. Cheat. I’d still keep you. I’d just make sure you never wanted to do it again.”

She didn’t respond. She wasn’t sure how. But she had to say something.

“Do you ever think maybe you get too serious about me?”

Elijah looked up from the tv.

“What that mean?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “Sometimes it feels like you love me so much it scares me.”

“Scares you how?”

“Like… if I ever left, you wouldn’t let me.”

He stared at her for a long time. Then smiled. Touched her cheek.

“You say that like leaving’s an option.”

Marie’s breath caught.

And Elijah? He kissed her forehead.

Ok I tried something a little new for me let me know if you like it, kisses 😚

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euon111a · 1 month ago

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SmokeStack Blues: Another Alphabet

summary: the other half of the Smokestack abc’s

warnings: again, obvious NSFW themes, relatively tame

notes: so I made this version significantly shorter compared to the stack alphabet, I was a little extra for the other one, so I tried to keep this version within like two paragraphs. all of my work so far is in second pov for afab, so this is too. this also isn’t proofread, and i actually hate this but i kinda had to have this part out, so let’s pretend it doesn’t exist.

A is for Aftercare:

Elijah is big with aftercare, he’s awfully quiet when he’s taking care of you, sometimes won’t even speak until he’s regained his breathing and you’ve stopped panting.

He likes the silence, not that uncomfortable kind but the peaceful kind. He’ll keep one arm wrapped around you, running his fingers up and down your arm, tracing small patterns before the silence gets too loud. He’ll fetch you anything you’ll need without you having to ask; get you a glass of water, draw you a warm bath, fetch you a blanket. Anything you can think of, he’ll make sure he’s gotten on top of. He’ll never leave your side, make sure you’re scrubbed clean and taken care of before finally saying something. “You feel alright, mama? D’you want more bubbles?”

B is for Body:

He secretly likes every part of you, and it shows. He can’t choose one part that he favors the most, but he loves you from top to bottom.

He loves your thighs. He loves the way they look, the way they feel, and the way they’ll rest against his shoulders when he’s eating you out. He likes grabbing them, squeezing them, kissing the inside of your thighs when he’s in between them. He likes the way they quiver and tremble against him when he’s stroking deep into you.

He likes his hands the most out of his body. It’s a basic answer, but he likes being able to touch you, being able to feel the softness of your skin against the callous of his hands. Likes the feeling of those fancy bedsheets you got, likes the feeling of silk against his hands, and especially likes the feeling of your hands in his. It’s a nice contrast.

C is for Cum:

He gets off on using your thighs in a way that's all about pushing boundaries. For him, they're a tool to use when it’s late at night. He loves the way the warm skin feels against him, likes watching the way they engulf his dick.

He’s softer when he’s sliding his cock up and down the slick skin, relishing the way your thighs would squeeze and massage his dick. Maybe it’s the filthiness of it, the sight of it, the feel of it, but it always gets him gripping onto your hips, grunting and letting out labored breaths.

D is for Dirty:

He hates pulling out. Doesn’t like it. Once he got that confirmation that he didn’t have to pull out anymore, he was quick to fuck into you and let himself cum deep.

He loves nothing more than to see his cum leaking outta you. The sight of it dripping down sets something off in him. Likes the look of when you clench around nothing after he’s pulled out just to have his cum seeping out.

He loves to scoop up the mess with his fingers, and offer it to you. Watches you with a little groan when you lick his fingers clean, immediately leaning in for a kiss.

E is for Experience:

He’s the image of experience. He knows your likes, your dislikes, your comforts, what makes you tick, that spot that makes your eyes roll back.

He’s good at reading your body language. Has this talent of knowing where to keep fucking into, of where to keep pressing and kissing against. Uses those telltale signs; the way you’d clench around him, that change in your expression, the shaky breathing. “Mmm, I know, I know, taking me so well.”

F is for Favorite position:

He needs some variation, doesn’t like the idea of always having you on your back or always having you on all fours. Wants to do what’ll make you feel good, no matter what.

Reverse cowgirl: Likes the feeling of resting his hands against your stomach to pull you closer, gives him a better feel of your breasts, and a better view of your ass moving. Plus it’s easier for him to pull you back and rock his hips up against yours.

Spooning: Loves cuddling you from behind, kissing your shoulder as he’s got one hand beneath your thigh, gently spreading your legs apart just enough to sloppily fuck into you.

Doggy style: Likes the opportunity of pinning you down against the mattress, guiding your hips back against him as he rocks himself into you. Gives him a better reach of your clit, to see the way you wrap and clench around him.

G is for Goofy:

When he’s in there, he’s focused. Views being with you during intimate situations serious and passionate, and strides away from humor, but he will be playful if he feels like it.

He’s got this natural, almost instinctive dominance to him, and it bleeds through to how he is in bed. He tells you how it is, openly and honestly. He’ll be honest about what he wants, what he needs, and what he craves. Sometimes, he’ll make a teasing comment on how worked up and wet you are or some mocking/playful joke on how loud you are; “Look at you, leaking like a faucet,” or “Shhh, gonna scream your throat raw.”

H is for Hair:

He’s got this (almost) obsessive attention to detail and that goes with his looks. Safe to assume that he would be well-groomed and put-together in all aspects. Including his intimate areas.

His hair is tidy, well-kept and always groomed. He doesn’t shave, doesn’t like the feeling, but he’s thoroughly trimmed. He doesn’t let himself get too wild down there, strives for cleanliness.

I is for Intimacy:

He needs eye contact when he’s alone with you, even if it’s just for two seconds, cause Lord knows you get all shy about it. He likes that connection there, being able to see and feel you, and eye contact is that first step.

He likes watching every flicker of emotion and feeling on your face, those subtle shifts in your eyes. He’s got his hands and his lips all over you, rubbing the sides of your ribs, kissing you soft and messy. “So fucking gorgeous, so so pretty.” He’s especially selfless, prioritizes you over him all the time, especially when it comes to your pleasure. He’s watching you, kissing you, holding you, adjusting his thrusts to be slower and faster just from the look on your face.

J is for Jack off:

He’s only ever jerked off by himself a few times; when he was away, and when it’s too late at night and you’re already sleeping. Hates doing it without you watching, doesn’t give him that same satisfaction, but he’s not a very patient person when it comes to masturbating.

He’s not sure what it is about having you watch that makes it so much easier, feels better than hiding off in some bathroom to fuck into his fist when all he’s thinking about is you. He likes the encouragement from you, the feeling of your hands on his knees, that look in your eyes. “Keep looking—keep them pretty eyes on me.”

K is for Kink:

He’s relatively tame, isn’t too vanilla but isn’t too much of a freak to put you off. He finds that perfect balance between being safe and being reckless.

Sensory deprivation: He fucking loves it, both giving and receiving. He likes the way you’ll lean forward when he’s got your eyes covered by some makeshift blindfold, the way you’ll call out for him when he takes too long to touch you. He gets impatient when you do it, says up and down that he hates it, but he’s literally leaking through his pants. “Baby, c’mon now, stop teasing and sit on my face.”

Breath play: Now he’s gentle with it, won’t be too hard, won’t hold his hand around your throat for too long or press too heavy. He won’t risk that. He loves sliding his hand around your throat and squeezing right in the middle of a moan, just to hear the way the moan would trail off into this whiny gasp. But then he’d kiss the shock away, tonguing your neck all slowly.

Messy sex & kissing: Messy kissing is something he can never get enough of. Makes things feel more raw and hungry when it’s all tongue and breathless sighs against each other. Face fucking, sloppy blow jobs, messy hair and creampies are something he’ll go all out for.

L is for Location:

He prefers somewhere secluded, and private. Wants to make sure you feel respected but somewhere different enough that it feels new. The three B’s are important to him.

Balcony: He’s extra fucking careful when he’s got you against the railings, doesn’t want you to get scratched up by the material. He’s thrusting all too slow, all too deep and all too rough, rubbing small circles against your clit. He’d pull out if you get too loud, gently resting his hand over your mouth just to slide into you again. “C’mon mama, gotta be quiet this time.”

Bathtub: The water always made it easier for you to rub up against his dick, coating it in the fragrant, bubbly suds and the slick of you. He’d guide you with a gentle lift of his hips, resting his hand on your back as you grind yourself back and forth on his lap. He was quicker to guide his dick into you, slipping in and out with each wave of the steamy water.

Bedroom: It’s the choice. Wants you to be comfortable, and relaxed. Fully exposed to him when you’re lying on your back. He’ll bear hug you, kissing and biting at your neck, gently wiping damp strands of hair from your face. If he’s not bucking up into you when you’re both in bed, then he’s doing it when you’re bent over the kitchen counter, guiding you down to ride him when he’s laying down on the couch or fisting your hair and fucking your face in the hallway.

M is for Motivation:

Literally everything about you. The way you look, the way you speak, the way you walk, the way you smell. He likes that emotion there, the way you match him so perfectly, the way you say what you want, how you feel.

He loves the passion, likes seeing your eyebrows come together when you’re annoyed, likes when you’d get angry and ignore him just to have him apologizing with his head between your legs. Liked feeling the way you arch up into his hand when he’s feeling all up on you, likes the way you’d scratch at his back when he’s rough, loved when you’d get all teary eyed from over stimulation just so he can kiss them away.

N is for No:

He loves you with all his soul, and he’d never put you in a position where you questioned that, where you were uncomfortable and felt uneasy in any way.

He’d never hurt you, physically, emotionally, mentally. He’d do his best to keep you happy, to make sure your needs and wants were always fulfilled. He’d never force any ideas or thoughts on you, would need for you to be comfortable, for some verbal communication before doing things. He’d want you to feel safe and for there to be mutual understanding.

Now since he’s direct, and open with whatever he wants, he’d want the same thing. He doesn’t like the whole second guessing bullshit, he needs you to know what you want and what you need.

O is for Oral:

He’s a sloppy eater. Doesn’t care about the mess, just likes the feel of your thighs tryna clench shut and the grip of your hands on his shoulders and tugging at his hair.

He might start off slow, soft licks, gentle kisses, slight sucks, but the more you squirm the further things progress. He’ll let you buck your hips down against his mouth if you’re sitting on his face, lets you wiggle all you want when he’s in between your legs. He’s got his entire attention on you solely, watching your face, resting one hand on the side of your thigh as the other gently runs up along the slick mess you’ve both made just to press another sloppy kiss on your clit.

He’s a groaner when you’ve got him in your mouth. He’s got his head hung back against the head of the couch, one hand firmly rested against the back of your head as the other is clutching onto the couch cushions to keep himself from fucking your throat. “Jus’ like that, baby,” he’ll get a bit sensitive, buck his hips up against your face, sucking in heavy breaths, tangling his hand into your hair to guide you further down his dick. “Don’t be shy, go’n—fuck—goood girl.”

P is for Pace:

He craves that slow sexual intimacy. Wants to spend as much time as possible strictly feeling you, soaking in the feeling of your lips on his, the warmth of your body under his hands. He likes to keep building that energy and that need until he’s decided of how hard he’s gonna be.

He’ll like it rough and long, he’ll slow down a bit, just to prolong the moment. When he wants to savor and draw out every moment of the intimacy, he’ll take a slower, more sensual approach, massaging your skin, kissing your face, working away any tension. When he’s fucking you, he’ll thrust deep and hard, grabbing your thighs to bring them around his hips to give him a better angle.

Q is for Quickie:

He sees quickies as a something for immediate relief, something needed when he’s real wound up and doesn’t want to take the time like he usually does. Helps him get rid of stress, that momentary annoyance and the pent up frustration of life.

He had you bent over the counter, resting his hand on the side of your face to keep you from leaning too closely to the cold counter. He wasn’t sure what he was angry at, not sure it even mattered now with the way you was clenching around him. He was quick with it, kissing the back of your head and reaching down to rub your clit as he bucked messy into you.

R is for Risk:

He’s open minded to exploring, but it’d have to be talked about or something that he knows would make you comfortable not uncomfortable.

He’s probably always down for new things just for some change and to avoid the same things. He won’t do anything crazy that would hurt you in any way. Maybe a few new sex toys or stuff to bind you up, but nothing outside of that.

S is for Stamina:

He’s good at pacing himself and paying attention to your needs, desires, and comfort. But he also recovers very quickly.

At his best, he can go 5 rounds of 25 before needing a more substantial break, which only depends on his mood, your preferences and your comfort. He’s never once gone over 5, but certain times he’ll make certain rounds longer than the others, whether for your or his pleasure.

T is for Toys:

He’s open minded to them, but he’s probably only exploring or owning them specifically for you.

He’ll look for things like restraints, blindfolds, or spanking toys. He’s got a clit vibrator to stimulate you better if he’s fingering you, maybe one of those dual sided ones just so he can see how it feels.

U is for Unfair:

He loves teasing, like when you do it and especially likes your reaction to when he teases you.

He loves to use suggestive language and dirty talk, and he loves that you don’t shy away from it. He likes to play, and likes to purposefully draw things out just to build it up. He’ll start with slow, sensual touches before speeding up and then completely stopping just to hear you get all riled up.

V is for Volume:

He’s never quiet, he’s extremely vocal. If he’s not grunting or cursing under his breath, he’s talking to you, praising you or telling you how good you’re being.

He’s a panter. They’re often interrupted by his own groans when he’s in you, letting out low gasps and drawn out groans when he’s leaning against you. He’s louder when he’s about to cum, grunting and groaning all breathlessly; “Mmmffuck”, “Ohh shit”.

W is for Wildcard:

If he gets too focused, he’ll get real quiet and completely tune out everything and everyone around him. He’s laser focused on whatever task it is and won’t snap out of the trance until he’s finished it.

Sometimes he’ll tap his fingers on the surface of a counter if he’s out, or he’ll tap the side of his hip when he’s focused. His eyebrows will be furrowed together in a way that makes him intimidating but not unapproachable. He’ll hum to himself like he’s agreeing or disagreeing with whatever thoughts he’s got going on in his head, and he hates to be interrupted when he’s in the middle of it.

X is for X-ray:

He’s more muscular than his brother. He’s got it where he needs it. He likes the look, he needed the build when he was a soldier, and after he left he kept his build by working out more often.

His skin is tan and coarse from all his time outside. His skin is smooth and relatively hairless, save for a trail of fine, dark hair that runs down his abdomen and disappears beneath his waistband. His dick is a little more thick than it is long, has a vein on the left side that shows even when he’s soft. His tip’s a deep caramel, but the slit reaches a red color when he’s overstimulated. He’s a grower, reaching about 8 when he’s hard, with a little upward left curve to it.

Y is for Yearning:

He needs you. Needs everything about you. He’s not shy about his reactions, how he responds, how he’s open with how he is towards you. He’ll always come to you and ask you first about your availability and willingness.

He has a deep appreciation for the full spectrum of intimate acts, kissing, caressing, teasing, and touch. He sees these acts as essential components of sex, and uses them to his advantage. He is always thinking of new ways to surprise, and satisfy you. Because he is willing to discuss his needs with you, he wants to ensure that you can do the same, that you’re on the same page and both enjoying things, not just the sex. “This pussy was made for me, ain’t that right, baby?”

Z is for Zzz:

He's a restless sleeper at the best of times, so he likes to stay up and just talk. He says he’s not much of a cuddler, but he’ll keep you close to him either way.

He’ll wait for you to yawn or for you to lay on your side before mentioning sleep. He takes great pleasure in savoring the afterglow. He’ll stroke your hair, gently tracing the curves of your face and body with his fingertips, committing every detail to memory. Once you’re asleep, he’ll shift into a more comfortable position, either spooning you or pulling you in close so that your back is pressed against his chest. Ensuring that you’ll remain close and safe in his embrace as you sleep, he’ll finally close his eyes (and attempt to fall asleep).

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wholoveseggs · 8 months ago

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Kinktober - {Day Twenty-One} {<- kinktober masterlist}

18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List} {Kinktober}

{Elijah Mikaelson x Damon Salvatore x F!Reader} Request {Anon}: This is for your Kinktober event! I've had this idea floating around since your story with Damon S and Elijah. Threesome/Cumplay/Squirting Fem!Reader getting taken to Paris by D & E only for Elijah to cum inside them and Damon eats it out. This is pure filth, I know! Love your writing!

♡♡♡ Omggg, YOUR MIND!!!!! Holy hell this idea is perfection. First, I'm so thrilled you were inspired by Respect! It's based on one of my favorite Elijah moments from TVD (& favorite ship) IF ONLY THE WRITERS WERE BRAVE ENOUGH. Second, because I love you & your beautiful mind... YOU GET A CERTFICATE. This isn't a greedy amount of kinks... but in the idea.... well... (see bottom of post for your reward) ♡♡♡

3.5k words - Kinks: very very very bisexual, threesome, squirting, you and Damon worshipping Elijah (duh!), Elijah being dom, oral sex (m & f receiving) &&& lots of filth ...

When Damon insisted on you wearing a blindfold as you exited the plane, you knew something was up. You let him take your hand, leading you out of the cabin and down the steps. As you felt a cool breeze tickle your legs and a new smell fill your nose, you frowned.

"Can I take this off now?" You asked, referring to the blindfold.

"No," said the voice of Elijah. You could hear the smirk on his lips, and the fact that you couldn't see him made you want to take it off even more. "Patience, my love."

You grumbled a bit, nearly tripping down the last step. But you felt the firm grip of Damon's hands on your hips, and his body behind yours.

As soon as your feet hit the ground, he took a few steps away, and you heard two car doors open.

"In," said Damon. "I'm in the back with you."

"So bossy," you teased.

You slid in, Damon's hands helping guide you into the backseat. Elijah was already sitting next to you, his arm draped around your shoulders. His warmth seeped through his suit jacket, and you relaxed into his touch.

Damon got in next to you and closed the door.

"I can't wait to be alone with you both," you whispered, nuzzling into Elijah's neck.

"Don't worry, love," said Elijah, kissing the top of your head. "We have a lot planned for you."

Damon placed a hand on your thigh, sliding it up your leg. Your skirt had bunched up from sitting down, and Damon's fingers brushed your bare skin.

"Are we really doing this now?" You asked.

"Why not?" Damon chuckled, but before he could go further, Elijah’s grip tightened subtly on your shoulder.

"Later," he said, his tone firm, but there was a promise hidden in his words. Damon sighed in mock frustration, pulling his hand away, but you could sense the unspoken exchange between the two of them. The silent communication they shared only heightened the anticipation, the feeling of being wanted by both of them.

You were tempted to take Damon’s hand and slide it back to where you needed it most, but the teasing was part of the game. And you loved the game.

The rest of the drive was filled with a charged silence, your senses heightened by the darkness behind the blindfold and the warmth of both men pressed close to you. The car eventually stopped, and Damon helped you out, your fingers clutching his as you carefully followed him across uneven cobblestones.

The sounds around you, the distant chatter in French, the soft hum of city life, gave away your location before they even removed the blindfold. You were in Paris, the city of love, and your heart leaped in excitement.

Finally, you stopped. You heard keys jingling, a lock turning, and then Elijah’s hands were on you, slipping the blindfold away.

“Welcome,” he said softly, his voice filled with affection. “To our little getaway.”

The room before you was luxurious, the golden hues of the décor bathed in the fading light from a large window overlooking the Eiffel Tower. It felt like a dream, one they had crafted just for you.

You spun to face them, a broad grin spreading across your lips. "Paris!" you squealed, leaping into Elijah’s arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Thank you!”

Elijah chuckled, catching you easily. “Only the best for you, sweetheart,” he whispered, his voice a deep, comforting hum in your ear.

Damon was speaking to the staff in French, ordering room service and more than a few bottles of champagne.

"What would you like to do first?" Elijah asked.

"Well," you started, walking over to the window. You glanced out, admiring the view. The sun was setting just past the city, making everything glow. "First, I'd like to enjoy a bottle of champagne. Then… maybe, a tour?"

"Whatever the lady wants," said Damon, grinning.

Elijah kissed your forehead and excused himself to the bathroom, and as soon as the door shut behind him, Damon was in front of you, kissing your neck.

“Oh, hello,” you laughed, your hands finding their way to the front of his shirt, gripping the fabric.

“Hi,” Damon whispered against your ear, his breath hot against your skin. His hands were on your hips, tugging you back against him. “I was thinking we might stay in tonight... just the three of us.”

You turned in his arms, the tension between you palpable. “I like the way you think,” you murmured, brushing your lips against his.

Without wasting another second, Damon pulled you to the bed, laying you down on the plush mattress, his hands never leaving your body. He crawled over you, pressing his lips to yours, a gentle moan escaping his mouth. You reached down, trying to work the button on his jeans.

You barely heard the door open, but Elijah cleared his throat, and you and Damon pulled apart.

"Don't stop on my account," he smirked, and Damon gave him a look, which made Elijah chuckle. "You can keep going."

You grinned, but before you could pull Damon back to you, there was a knock at the door.

"Damn it," groaned Damon.

"That would be our food," Elijah said.

Damon pouted and rolled off you, and you stifled a laugh. Elijah moved to answer the door, tipping the delivery man generously and pulling a cart filled with food and drink inside.

Champagne flutes were filled, bubbles rising in the golden liquid as the three of you clinked glasses. You took a long sip, savoring the moment. The sunset outside bathed the room in a soft glow, and for a moment, everything was perfect. Still, warm, full of anticipation.

Elijah’s gaze darkened as he looked at you, the intensity of his stare making heat rise in your chest. Damon, always quick to follow suit, watched you with that familiar mischievous glint in his eye.

You placed your glass down, feeling the charge in the air shift. Elijah’s hand slipped under your chin, guiding you into a kiss. His mouth was firm, insistent, tasting of champagne. His control was intoxicating, and you melted into him, giving in to the feeling.

When his lips left yours, you barely had time to miss the taste of him before Damon’s mouth was on you. His hands roamed your body, sending sparks of pleasure through your skin.

"Mm," Elijah chuckled, his voice low and teasing. "I do love it when you're greedy."

"I want this off," you whined, tugging at his suit jacket impatiently. "Now."

With a grin, he stepped back, slowly slipping out of his clothes, revealing the toned, muscular body underneath. Your eyes darted to Damon, raising your eyebrows in silent challenge.

"I'm not taking anything off until you do," Damon teased, his gaze smoldering.

You smiled, getting on your knees on the bed, and slipped your dress over your head, tossing it to the floor. The cool air grazed your skin, but the way their eyes lingered on you, like they were ready to devour you, sent warmth flooding through your body.

Damon followed suit, stripping off his shirt and jeans. You leaned back, watching as they undressed, their bodies a tantalizing display of strength and desire.

“I think the lady likes what she sees," Elijah smirked, his eyes dark with intent.

"You could say that," Damon agreed, his gaze drifting over Elijah's body before locking on yours. The hunger between them was palpable, and seeing it unfold before you made your pulse race.

Elijah stepped closer to Damon, his hand pressing against his chest, guiding him back onto the bed. Damon grinned up at him, and Elijah bent down, their lips crashing together in a rough, heated kiss. It was raw and unrestrained, their desire for each other on full display.

Without breaking the kiss, Elijah's hand reached out, tangling in your hair, pulling you in with a growl.

"Come here," he commanded, his voice husky.

You moved closer, and he claimed your lips with the same intensity, his kiss demanding and unapologetic. His tongue pushed into your mouth, sending a wave of need through you that made you moan. When he pulled back, his eyes flicked between you and Damon, a wicked gleam lighting up his face.

"On your knees," he ordered, the edge in his voice impossible to ignore.

You and Damon exchanged a quick, knowing glance before grinning and obeying. You both sank to the floor as Elijah, ever the gentleman, threw down a pillow for your knees. You shot him a grateful smile, placing a quick kiss on his thigh.

Standing tall before you, his erection just inches from your face, Elijah looked down at you both, the power of the moment simmering in his eyes. You and Damon leaned forward together, tongues flicking out to lick up and down his length, your mouths meeting as you worshiped him.

The sensation of Damon's lips alongside the heat of Elijah's cock on your tongue had you whimpering in arousal, your body aching for more.

"Oh, love," Elijah purred, his fingers tightening in your hair as he guided his cock deeper into your mouth. "Is someone feeling needy?"

You nodded, eyes wide and desperate, and Elijah chuckled softly, clearly relishing the control he held. The feeling of him filling your mouth made your core throb with desire.

"What about you?" Elijah asked, turning his gaze to Damon.

"Always," Damon replied, his smirk wicked as ever.

Elijah shifted, pulling you off him with a firm hand in your hair, making you whimper in protest at the sudden emptiness. His hand found Damon's hair next, pulling him closer. "Your turn. Take what you need."

Damon wasted no time, taking Elijah's cock into his mouth with a practiced ease, his head bobbing up and down as he worked him with skilled precision. You watched in awe, your arousal growing as the wet sounds of his lips sliding over Elijah’s shaft filled the air.

Not wanting to be left out, you leaned in and kissed along Elijah’s length, your tongue tracing the path Damon had just left, meeting his in the process. Your hand slipped down to fondle Elijah's balls, rolling them gently between your fingers as you both continued to worship him.

The way Elijah groaned, his head thrown back in pleasure, only spurred you on. The tension built in the room, palpable and intense.

"Enough," Elijah growled, his voice ragged as he pushed you both away.

You and Damon fell back, sitting on the floor, gazing up at him, your chests rising and falling as you caught your breath.

"So perfect," Elijah murmured, his gaze sweeping over you both with clear admiration. He ran his thumb over your lips before leaning down to kiss you, the weight of his dominance ever-present. His hand curled around the back of your neck, and with a playful shove, he pushed you back onto the bed.

You landed with a breathless laugh, looking up at him, your body buzzing with anticipation. His devilish grin made your pulse quicken as he turned his attention back to Damon. Their mouths met again in another fierce kiss, their bodies grinding against each other, and the sight was intoxicating.

Unable to resist, you slid a hand between your legs, teasing yourself as you watched them. A soft moan escaped your lips, drawing their attention.

Both Elijah and Damon broke the kiss, turning their gaze to you. The look in their eyes was nothing short of predatory.

"Look at you," Elijah teased, his voice dripping with desire. "Already so desperate."

You bit your lip, spreading your legs wider, showing off the wet patch on your panties. "What do you think, Damon?" Elijah asked, not breaking eye contact with you. "Should we give her what she wants?"

Damon's eyes darkened with lust as they swept over you. "I think we should have a taste," he said with a wicked grin.

The two of them crawled onto the bed, one on either side of you. They leaned in, their tongues lapping at your breasts. Elijah pulled your nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting, and Damon's hand drifted down, slipping under the wet fabric. You gasped as his fingers brushed over your clit, teasing you. You moaned and pushed against him, desperate for more. Your eyes wide and desperate, locked with his.

Elijah’s lips ghosted down your stomach, the heat of his breath sending shivers across your skin. His stubble tickled as he moved lower, replacing Damon's hand to slide your panties off. Lifting your legs onto his shoulders, he dipped down, and the warm sensation of his tongue circling your clit made you moan, arching your back toward him.

Damon bent down, capturing your lips, muffling your cries. His tongue slipped into your mouth, his hand cupping your face. You felt the familiar coil of pleasure tightening in your core, the sensation growing stronger and stronger. You reached down, your fingers tangling in Elijah's hair, pulling him closer. You rocked against his face, and his arm wrapped around your thigh, his fingers digging into your skin.

Damon pulled back, his hands pinning your arms to the bed. He held you down, watching as you writhed under their touch. His bright blue eyes wild and lustful.

The orgasm hit you like a wave, crashing through your body as you cried out Elijah's name. Pleasure rushed through you, leaving your thighs slick and Elijah’s face glistening. Damon released your arms, chuckling as he looked at Elijah's usually impeccable appearance, now messy with your wetness.

"That's a good look for you," Damon teased, leaning in to lick Elijah’s chin. Elijah shot him a dark, hungry look before grabbing Damon and pulling him into a rough kiss.

You sat up, watching the two of them. Elijah pulled away, and his gaze snapped back to you

"Lie down," he ordered. "And spread your legs."

You obeyed without hesitation, anticipation thrumming through you. Elijah's hand slipped between Damon's thighs, stroking him slowly. His touch made Damon moan, his hips jerking in response.

Elijah glanced back at you, smirking. "Do you see how much he needs me?"

"Yes," you breathed, watching them hungrily.

"And I need you," Elijah said, his voice softening as he turned his attention back to you. He pushed Damon onto the bed next to you, crawling between your legs. His eyes met yours, full of intensity and adoration.

"Please," you whispered, lifting your hips to him.

Elijah positioned himself at your entrance, pushing into you, inch by inch. His mouth found yours, claiming it in a hungry kiss. Damon watched from the side, his own hand stroking his length.

You wrapped your legs around Elijah's waist, pulling him deeper, the delicious feeling of being filled by him making you cry out in pleasure. He moved with slow, deep thrusts, leaning back to watch your face, savoring every reaction.

His thumb circled your clit, his touch light and teasing, and the sensation made you arch your back, desperate for more. You turned your head, finding Damon's lips, kissing him deeply as you clung to him. Damon chuckled against your lips, positioning himself so that you could take him into your mouth. You moaned around him, tasting the salty pre-cum, sucking him greedily.

Damon groaned, his fingers tangling in your hair. He held you there, fucking your mouth. You took him as deep as you could, gagging slightly, the sensation only making you want him more.

"That's it, sweetheart," Elijah cooed, his thumb rubbing faster circles on your clit. "Show him how good you can take it."

Elijah's praise, mixed with the taste of Damon's cock, the feeling of him filling your mouth, was too much, and you came again, shaking and moaning around him.

As your body spasmed, Damon pressed his hips up, pushing himself deeper into your mouth.

"Fuck," he growled, his hand gripping your hair.

You felt him tense, the heat of his release pouring down your throat. You swallowed around him, sucking him clean, looking up at him through hazy, half-lidded eyes.

He grinned down at you, panting. "Good girl."

Elijah's pace was growing erratic, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His fingers dug into your thighs, pulling you closer, his hips slamming against yours. He was letting out these sexy little moans and grunts, his jaw clenched in concentration.

"That's it, love," he growled, his voice rough and low. "Come for me again."

He shifted, leaning back and thrusting harder. The new angle sent waves of pleasure through you, and you came with a cry, clinging to him as he fucked you through your release.

Elijah's eyes locked with yours, the intensity of his gaze taking your breath away, he pulled you to him, crushing his lips to yours. His hands squeezed your ass, and he thrust deep inside, bouncing you on his lap. His grip was so tight, his body trembling, the sound of him groaning against your lips filled the air. You could feel him twitching inside you, his orgasm washing over him, the feeling of his cum spilling into you making your toes curl.

Elijah pulled away, gently setting your legs back down on the bed. He walked over to the table, pouring a glass of champagne, taking a sip, watching you and Damon with a pleased look on his face.

Damon looked down at the mess between your legs, grinning. "Looks like someone enjoyed herself."

You giggled, your eyes half-lidded, a satisfied smile on your face. You reached up and cupped his beautiful face, his bright eyes twinkling. The blue seemed to grow a shade darker, his smile turning devilish, and you felt his hands on you, his touch electric.

"I don't think I'm quite done with you yet," he murmured, his breath hot on your ear.

You let out a gasp as he moved between your legs, kissing along your inner thighs, his fingers teasing your opening. He lapped up Elijah's cum, his tongue circling your sensitive clit.

"Fuck," you moaned, reaching down and pulling his hair.

Elijah watched for a moment, entranced by the sight of Damon's mouth on your cunt. He moved over to the bed, sitting behind you, his strong arms wrapped around you, holding you in place.

Damon continued, his tongue and lips working magic on your pussy, the soft sounds he made vibrating against your sensitive skin.

Elijah kissed along your shoulder, his hands roaming over your breasts, gently pinching and twisting your nipples.

"Look at him," he whispered, his breath tickling your ear. "So eager to please you."

You looked down at Damon, his gaze locked with yours. His tongue was lapping at your clit, his mouth sucking and licking.

"Doesn't he look pretty like that?" Elijah asked. "So focused on making you feel good."

You nodded, whimpering as the tension built inside you, your hands twisting in the sheets, pulling and gripping them.

"You're going to come for us again, aren't you?" Elijah murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "You're going to come so hard. So fucking loud."

His words pushed you over the edge, and you came, screaming and bucking your hips, pushing yourself against Damon's mouth.

Your body trembled as the pleasure washed over you, wave after wave, leaving you panting and shaking. Elijah's grip tightened around you, holding you close.

Damon licked you clean, his tongue lapping up every drop. When he was finished, he kissed the inside of your thigh, his lips lingering on the soft skin.

"That's my good girl," Elijah cooed, holding you as the last of your tremors faded away.

You collapsed into his arms, the exhaustion and satisfaction taking over. You lay there for a few moments, basking in the afterglow. Damon laid down beside you, his arm draped over your stomach.

"I don't think I can move," you muttered, closing your eyes and resting your head on Elijah's chest.

Elijah chuckled, running his fingers through your hair. "Then don't."

You drifted off, wrapped in the warmth and comfort of their bodies, the sound of their breathing filling the air.

Paris was everything you could have hoped for, and more. But the best part was sharing the experience with them. This was a perfect night, and it was only just the beginning.

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myadagoat22 · 1 month ago

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Since yall love the last one here is part 2

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

It cut through the music like a blade.

Three knocks.

Not at the front where all the party was, but at the back door. The one no one used. The one that should’ve been locked.

Smoke’s whole posture changed. His shoulders tensed. The glass in his hand paused halfway to the shelf.

You looked at him, brows drawn. “Who’s knockin’ like that?”

He didn’t answer.

Didn’t have to.

Because whatever was on the other side of that door?

It wasn’t part of the party.

When Smoke opened the door, there were three white folks. They looked clean but there was something about them that you didn’t like. One of them stood in front and center—Remmick, that’s what he said his name was, with a smile so wide it almost looked painful. The other two behind him were also smiling.

You weren’t listening to the conversation all you remember was they wanted to come in so badly.

Then they started singing "Pick poor Robin clean. Pick poor Robin clean. I picked his head, I picked his feet. I would have picked his body, but he wasn't fit to eat."

You knew the song but how they sang it felt like they had a deeper meaning, you didn’t like them, and you could tell Smoke didn’t like them either, they finally took a hint and left when smoke closed the door you knew he needed a dance… maybe more.

When he closed the door you took his hand and pulled him to the dance floor the music swallowed you both. You pulled him in close, just enough space between you to keep it polite—but not too polite.

Smoke didn’t talk. Just moved with you, hands low on your waist, head bowed like he was trying to forget the door even existed.

“You don’t gotta tell me what that was about,” you said, “but I know you need a distraction.”

His lips quirked up just slightly. “You always were good at readin’ me.”

Your fingers slid up the back of his neck, soft. “Still am.”

He leaned in closer, lips brushing your ear. “Come upstairs with me.”

Your breath caught. But you nodded.

You followed him past the dancers, past the bar, up the old staircase to the manager’s office—still smelling faintly of cigar smoke and record sleeves. The door clicked shut behind you.

And when he kissed you this time, it wasn’t rushed or hungry.

It was needed.

Like maybe the world really was ending, and he just wanted to remember what it felt like to be held.

Smoke picked you up with those big arms and put you on the desk "Fuck, you're such a tease," he chided, nipping sharply at her pulse point. "Gonna make me lose my mind."

"Good," Y/N gasped, hands all over his shoulders. "Then fuck me until I can't walk straight. Show me who I belong to."

With a quickness smoke unbuttoned his pants then He shoved her skirt up around her waist and pushed her panties aside, rubbing her pussy first.

"Don’t be so loud," he warned, lining himself up with her dripping entrance. "I don’t want everyone to hear us ."

Y/N bit her lip hard, nodding mutely as she felt him pressing against her. Elijah gripped her hips tightly and pushed forward, stretching her open around his impressive girth.

"Oh god," she whimpered, fingers scrabbling for purchase on the polished wood. Elijah waited until she'd adjusted before starting to move, setting a steady rhythm that had them both panting with pleasure.

They lost themselves in the carnal dance, hands and mouths roaming greedily as they chased their release. Y/N locked her ankles around Elijah's waist, urging him deeper as she rocked against him.

"Gonna fill this sweet warm pussy up," Elijah grunted, snapping his hips sharply. "Pump you so full of cum you'll be dripping for days."

"Yes," Y/N gasped, clenching around him rhythmically. "Please, I need it. Need your cum inside me."

Smoke fucking into her harder and faster until they were both about to cum. With a mutual cry, they came together, bodies shuddering as ecstasy overwhelmed them.

They stayed locked together as the aftershocks faded, limbs entwined and hearts pounding in unison. Finally, Smoke lifted his head from Y/N's shoulder to gaze down at her with a satisfied smirk.

"I love you," he said, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead.

Y/N never heard him say that before, it made her almost cry then she kissed him and said “I love you too Elijah”

Smoke kissed her again and said c’mon let's go back downstairs. Y/n smiling replied “Okay Daddy” earning a smack to that big ass from Smoke. They walked downstairs together holding hands.

Not knowing this would be their last time of happiness.

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venusbyline · 1 year ago

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tvdu men + their favorite kinks

⚠️: Smut headcanons, female reader, BDSM themes, CNC mentioned, blood and bites mentioned, slight dark content. Damon, Elijah, Jeremy, Kai, Klaus, Kol, Silas and Sfefan headcanons included.

Damon Salvatore

• Blood kink. Damon loves blood. He likes hurting you during sex as many ways as possible, hitting you until blood comes out, marking you, biting you... Every way he can see you writhing and asking for more, or crying in pain/pleasure and begging him to stop (but without saying your safe word, because you actually DON'T WANT him to).

• Primal kink. If you're human, Damon likes acting as you're his prey. He hunts you on a deserted road, especially giving you a little time before he starts really hunting you, like hide and seek.

Elijah Mikaelson

• Master/slave. In my opinion, Elijah's one of the most canonically sadistic characters of the show, all of it just hidden in his fake perfection's mask . The master and slave dynamic it's perfect for him. You worship him, even when he tells you to rub your slutty pussy on his social shoes while you give him a head, making you cum just like that and then demanding you bend over and lick your own juices on his shoes. You also wear white lingerie and stay with your handcuffed hands behind your back for hours, willing to do whatever he tells you to do, thanks to your limits already pre-established well in advance.

Jeremy Gilbert

• Choking (before his Hunter's Mark). Jeremy was a real soft boyfriend, so switch but more on the sub side. He loved being choked, feeling your fingers squeezing his throat as you rode him fast, his hands holding your hips but without controlling your moves, just feeling the heat of your skin.

• Spanking (after his Hunter's Mark). This Jeremy's version it's much more dominant. He's so strong and hot... He loves to lay you down on his knee and spank your ass until it's burning red. Just like he also loves hiting you with his belt if you were being too bratty before.

Kai Parker

• CNC. Wow, Kai's a "human" red flag and that's why I love him. He has such dark desires, you couldn't help but be scared the first time he told you about his CNC/rapeplay kink. It took a while for you to convince yourself, but after you exposed your limits, you knew that it could happen at any moment and you always get excited waiting for it. Your whining while he hurts you and "forces" you to do these things it's a spur to both of you. The chase, the begging, the crying, the blood...

Klaus Mikaelson

• Choking. When he's fucking you, he doesn't miss the opportunity to grab your neck tightly, watching you gasp for air as his hand cuts off your breath, fucking you harder and hearing your strangled moans.

• Degradation. He loves to humiliate you (but only during sex). Calling you degrading pet names and making you feel worthless and pathetic. When it's the aftercare time, the first things he does it's lie down next to you, hugging you and fill you with so much soft words, proving tthat everything he said before wasn't true.

Kol Mikaelson

• Daddy kink. He's not that rough on relationships, we know that (isn't that right, Davina?). But he still likes being dominating you during sex, even if in a soft way. He likes you calling him daddy and acting like his submissive little girl. He punishes you as many times as you need but always spoils you if you're a good girl to him.

Silas

• Degradation & Edging. Silas's so... Silas. So hot and sarcastic. He loves degrading you sometimes, but he's more mocking than Klaus. I guess that's why I also picture him as someone with an Edging kink. He doesn't just degrades you and treats you as someone less than him, but he also shows that by denying your orgasms for HOURS, and after he's satisfied seeing your crying and pleading, he makes you cum until you squirt and say your safe word. Just like Klaus, the moment sex it's over he treats you like his goddess.

Stefan Salvatore

• Primal kink (as Ripper). Ripper Stefan's so cruel and dark... He loves Primal Roleplay. He's addicted to chasing you as if you were his prey, as if you were just one of the stupid humans he feeds on. You play this prey role very well, even allowing him to feed on you at these times.

• Pet play. Stefan in his (considerably) normal sane state isn't as so dominant and rough, but he's yet a little kinky. You're his bunny, he wants you to play this role very well during this roleplay tok. Wearing lingerie, plugs with tails, acting slightly like a bunny...

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uzumaki-rebellion · 2 months ago

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Choose One (Chapter 4) by Uzumaki Rebellion

Characters: Elijah "Smoke" Moore and Elias "Stack" Moore (characters in the Michael B. Jordan movie "Sinners"). Lena Blackwell (OC).

Warning(s): Mentions of Hoodoo, Explicit Sex, Supernatural Elements, Romance, Some Violence, Polyamory, and Angst. Pre-Sinners movie.

Summary: Lena Blackwell works in an illegal after-hours Black & Tan club in Bronzeville where she seduces twin brothers Smoke and Stack. Each brother has qualities she likes and she embarks on an illicit affair with both. All is well until one of the twins starts catching feelings.

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Fucking two dangerous twins at the same time, and them not knowing, wasn't an easy task.

Lena remained cool under the pressure.

Smoke had no problem keeping their interactions in the Sunset Café prim and proper. Professional.

He never smiled at anyone or presented himself as overly friendly. His stoicism created distance. It was easy to maneuver in front of him without the slightest hint of impropriety between them.

But Stack?

Because they'd created a romantic liaison, he started moving funny, and it was noticeable. He rarely flirted or interacted with other women in the joint. Even his regular female fans that flocked to the club were shut down if they tried any amorous advances with him.

Stack could maintain regular work-related conversations at the bar, but his eyes gave away his open desire for her, and it was difficult to maintain indifference on her end. He turned her on in the worst way with that slick mouth.

Sometimes lust got the better of them and he'd jam her up in the supply room and fuck her against a wall, ejaculating so much cum in her throughout the night that she had to bring extra underwear and washrags to work. He became a nightly cooze demon. It took some extraordinary acting on her part to get fucked by Stack, and to scamper off immediately to make Smoke his drinks and set them in front of him looking unbothered with his brother's jizz soaking her panties.

Sometimes… Smoke was no better.

Whenever Stack was preoccupied with Ernie out in the streets or in the gambling room, Smoke summoned her during breaks to his table, where he finger fucked her. She'd get worried if he tried to do that after Stack filled her with semen, and often prevented him from doing so by stroking his dick instead. They had to be discreet because Caroline lurked nearby to be at Smoke's beck and call. Lena and Smoke would pretend to hold a conversation while she slid her hand up and down, using her thumb and finger to spread his sticky pre-cum all over his shaft. He hissed whenever she gave slow twists to the thick ridge of skin under the head. That frenulum was his sweet spot.

"I wish I could put my mouth on it," she'd whisper.

He'd squeeze his eyes shut and groan, trying hard not to lift her onto his dick. Grabbing a linen napkin from the table, she'd listen to him bite down on making any more suggestive sounds while he came in her hand. Cleaning him up quickly, she departed from his side and rinsed the semen off the napkin.

While juggling her twin lovers, she discerned changes in their work routines. Even their clothing.

Smoke favored the short newsboy caps of the Irish and his suits copied their sartorial choices, too. Gray or brown tweed overcoats and vests, with cool blues and greens for his shirts. Rarely any ties. In the club, his clothes had crisp lines with structured jackets of high quality. Stack, on the other hand…tailored Italian high-waist trousers, pinstripes and fancy silk ties that matched the color of his wide-brim fedoras. His jackets were crafted in heavier fabrics with mixed patterns. The shirts high-grade silk. He loved expensive shoes imported from Italy. Red became his signature color.

Something was going down between them.

Smoke had moved out of the twins' shared apartment. He rarely showed up to the Sunset, and when he did, it was only for a couple of hours and he dipped. She no longer interacted with both of them at the club at the same time anymore.

After a couple of weeks, Smoke had dropped off the radar. He snuck over to her apartment at least once a week for their trysts. But he never told her where he lived exactly. Just said his new location was on the north side.

Lena knew better than to ask Smoke or Stack about their work or personal dealings. She was privy to stories and first-hand experiences of gang molls being murdered for spying or getting too comfortable with men's business. Once Smoke left the Black syndicate, and running the club, she breathed easier about either twin finding out about the other.

Outside of her club shifts, she continued her other work for Death. Her assignments appeared under her door or under the counter at the Sunset. Death stayed busy in Chicago with the gang wars. So did Lena.

Carrying souls to glory was an honorable service on behalf of humans. Her share of the task picked up considerably once Smoke left. The north side stayed violent daily, and then the south side got buck wild with Smoke somewhere near the center of it. Lena had her suspicions that prior to Smoke leaving, Stack kept Smoke even-keeled by fast-talking folks through troubling encounters before his twin escalated to murder. Without Stack's presence, Smoke injured and dropped men within gun smoke every week since his absence. She watched him kill a man while driving her home. They pulled up to a stop at a busy street, and Smoke glanced to his right, then stepped out of the roadster squeezing triggers in both hands, blasting some Italian wanna-be gangsters in their territory, right on the sidewalk in front of a horrified crowd.

No one came forward to finger Smoke for the dead. The syndicate fattened the pockets of the cops, and the Italians received the hint loud and clear. Ernie and Stack did the same to the Irish mobsters. Unaffiliated goons weren't allowed to roam in Black areas without Ernie's permission.

Lena witnessed Stack punching and stabbing two Irish thugs inside the Sunset when they thought they could intimidate Ernie. Another gangster struggled to keep his slippery intestines from sliding through his fingers when Stack sliced him during a skirmish outside the club. As much violence as she worked around, she never worried about Smoke or Stack getting seriously hurt. They were the menaces of Chicago, north and south.

She figured they were plotting something with their separation.

Whenever some shenanigans happened among the Irish gangsters, some form of retaliation occurred within the Italian ranks immediately. Tit for tat.

The streets weren't safe, but that didn't stop people from going out at night. Lena wiped down the bar counter and stacked clean glasses. Max and Frank helped train a new bartender. The Sunset Café experienced a surge of new patrons. Ernie had to limit the amount of people coming in, which gave the club an exclusive feel that brought even more patrons scrambling to get inside. A new exotic dancer from New York also titillated their customers with her scarf and feather dancing, bringing illicit nudity. Even their chorus girls wore pasties for a few dance numbers. To handle the increased volume, the club hired a new bartender and three servers.

Bobby was a quick learner at the bar. Fresh-faced, attractive, and energetic, he brought a vitality that perked up the work of mixing drinks. The ladies loved him, and Lena enjoyed his banter with Max. She hadn't seen Smoke or Stack for two weeks and needed the distraction of a pretty boy to keep her mind occupied.

"Whatcha think?" Max asked, watching Bobby stack a serving tray with wine for Bernice.

"He's good."

Lena bobbed her head to the music playing. It had a bite to it that made her want to hit the floor and shimmy. Sweat her curls out. Make her dress stick to her back. The packed club already increased the body heat everywhere, and she had to fan herself with a dinner menu every few minutes.

"He'll do," Frank added.

Max checked out the crowd. His eyebrows furrowed.

"Something feels off," Max said.

"Off how?"

Lena posted herself next to him and surveyed the room herself.

"Feels like trouble," he said.

Max used a cobbler shaker to mix cocktails for Ernie's table. He had a full house of thick-necked toughs cornering the real estate on the far left of the room closest to the hidden door that led to the gambling room. Extra security patrolled the floor. People danced, ate, and chattered away, oblivious to the tension carried by the slick gangsters surrounding them.

"You read the papers today? Since Capone got locked up last month, these mobsters have lost they damn minds. This gang warfare ain't good for business. I'm thinking about getting a new job."

"No one is taking out bartenders," she said.

"Yet," Max emphasized, thumbing through his dream book quickly.

Lena prepared a tray of drinks and helped a server deliver the order for a large group seated in the front. She took a moment to watch the dancing and nearly squealed when Stack strolled in, handing his maroon fedora and overcoat to the coat check. He fixed his gaze on the bar. Scanned for a glimpse of her and his lips twisted in a pout when he didn't see her. He strode over to Max and he pointed her out in the crowd.

The way Stack's face lit up when he spotted her put a swarm of fireflies inside her belly. He moved with purposeful strides toward her, forgetting all pretense of being mere associates. She sauntered off in another direction, seeking the storage room for privacy.

He swept in behind her and lifted her high. Her feet dangled.

"Baby," he hummed into her mouth before kissing her.

"Stack."

She kissed him tenderly, and he twirled her around before placing her back on her heels. He looked her over and kept stroking her arms up and down, squeezing her in places like he had to make sure she was real and in front of him. His eyes shined like newly minted coins, and he couldn't stop smiling while staring at her.

"You stayed on my mind every day," he said.

"Where ya been?"

"Taking care of business. You know how I do. Let's get outta here…go to your place."

"It's real busy tonight, Stack. Ernie needs me."

"I need you. Been thinking 'bout you riding this dick like you do…wanna eat your pussy so bad…"

He smothered her lips and caressed her backside.

"Come with me so you can sit on my face," he begged.

Lena's pussy started clenching already, anticipating a good stretching of her walls from the lack of regular sex. Her back used to get blown out almost every day from either twin before their disappearance.

Stack unzipped his pants and fished out his dick.

"Got me like a brick, Lena…"

She dropped to her knees and sucked on the head, bringing desperate moans out of him.

"Oh…suck that dick…yesss…suck it harder…"

He pressed both hands on her head and packed her throat with so much dick that she gagged and became teary-eyed.

Her warm saliva created a frothy coating on his tip. She spit on it and he seemed mesmerized as another long strand of spit fell all over his deep slit. Lena stuck the tip of her tongue in the hole, tickling the sensitive nerve endings inside the fat glans. Licking, spitting, and sliding her lips along the sides of his dick put him in a trance. His pre-cum leaked all across her lips and dripped down her chin. The noises she made weakened his knees. She worked her neck and Stack started talking his shit to her.

"You dirty little bitch…keep doing that…spit on it again…ooh I like that shit, baby. You could've made me a heap of cash had I put you on the stroll."

Lena slapped his stomach. He grinned and licked his lips.

"I'm playin', baby. You ain't made for them grimy streets. You made to be with me."

He caressed her face on one side. She pulled her lips from his tip, letting saliva spill from the corners of her ravenous mouth.

"I like when you act like a dirty little whore. On your knees without me telling you. Good little bitch…"

He slid his tongue across the gold on his teeth.

"Open your mouth…wide…," he commanded.

She did.

"Stick your tongue out."

She did that, too.

"Gonna fill your mouth up…"

Lena stood.

"Whatchu doin'?"

She sat down on a chair the staff used to reach for things higher on the storage shelves.

"Come lick this pussy," she said.

The shine in his eyes gleamed a little brighter. His lips curled into a devilish smirk.

Lena lifted her dress, revealing her garters and the peach color of her thin, lacy tap pants. Stack dropped to his knees and shoved his nose into her underwear and sniffed. He licked her through the material and his warm saliva wet the crotch. He pulled them off one leg, and she spread her vulva, the soft pubic hairs glistening as much as her labia.

"You smell so good…" he murmured.

Stack smacked his lips and licked his tongue up and down the center, spreading the wings of her inner labia that puffed out with the engorgement of arousal. He sucked on her clit and her legs shook. She drew shapes in his hair with a finger, and he ate her out like she had prepared a lavish feast before him.

"Such a good boy," she hummed.

He groaned and plunged his tongue inside her cooze so far that she lifted her ass from the chair. Stack grabbed the hem of her dress and prevented her from moving. Staring up at her, his narrow eyes gave a warning.

"Why you runnin'?"

He gripped her dress tight and continued his meal.

"Oh, fuck…oh fuck…Stack…"

He moaned into her vulva and teased her clit until it was plump and on the verge of sending her over the edge. Stack jumped up then and lowered his trousers. He pulled her from the chair and planted himself there instead.

"Sit on this dick," he ordered.

Lena threw her legs across his lap, and he held his erection to help guide her down. They groaned together once she was snug on that meat.

She bounced like a madwoman.

Two weeks without some Moore dick was sacrilegious at that point.

Stack lifted her up and down and she rode him like the Kentucky Derby, jockeying for an orgasm. Rocking on his hips, she gripped his shoulders tight and nibbled on his earlobe.

"Lena!"

Stack tensed up, and his dick swelled. She gasped, feeling the hot cum shoot into her. Her body fell back to earth as if she'd flown into a whirlpool of sensations that triggered her clit to release an endless throbbing that made her walls yank on his dick, causing him to shout her name again. He crushed her body against his.

Panting, clothes all in disarray, and sweat dampening their foreheads, they both savored the aftershocks of their quick fuck.

He kissed her lips with a controlled ardor that calmed her body.

"I'll wait for you after your shift," he whispered in her ear.

She nodded and lifted away from him.

Stack fixed his clothes, and she pulled up her panties.

"You go out first," he said.

She left him alone and hastened toward the restroom. Splashing water on her face, she cleaned up, changed underwear, and fixed her make-up.

The club was full, and she immediately began working, ensuring a steady flow of drinks and entertaining customers with her jokes. She glanced at Ernie's table, but people standing to watch the dancing blocked it before the Baltimore headliner appeared. Lena loaned Max a dime to give to the numbers man, and she corrected a mistake Bobby made with an order. From the corner of her eye, she noticed Stack headed her way, and she grinned, knowing he was antsy about her finishing so he could eat her pussy all night.

The grin froze in place when she realized he didn't have on a tie. It was Smoke.

Shit.

The thrill of recognizing him tugged on her heartstrings, and yet she understood the tense expression.

He wanted her.

The single crease in his forehead matched the rigid look of his jawline when he needed sex. She turned away to act like she didn't see him.

He tapped his finger on the counter and she spun around cheerfully, putting on a helluva show for customer service.

"Mr. Moore, what can I get for you, sir?" she said.

Her teeth felt crowded in her mouth, trying to get her tongue to work properly, like his brother's cum wasn't painting her walls all fresh.

"Bring me the usual to the other room," he said.

That was their code for, "Bring that pussy to me."

She nodded and poured dark rum for him.

"Taking my break," she told Frank.

"I thought you just took your break," Frank said.

"No, I was busy with the floor," she tossed over her shoulder.

Max knew better and rolled his eyes.

"Dancing with the devil will trip you up. Two will have you sprawled on your ass," Max huffed in her ear as she passed him.

Lena carried the tray and added an extra drink on it for herself. She traversed the dense throng of gyrating bodies and discreetly placed herself in front of the secret door hidden by elaborate wall drapes. Four knocks and two taps gave her access. A gangster guarding the entrance slid a panel open, and she stepped through.

"Smoke?" she asked.

The guard pointed to the back.

Lena passed by tough guys playing cards and throwing dice. She tapped on another door and Smoke opened it.

"Your drink," she said.

Smoke looked over her shoulder and closed the door. He locked it and took the rum. She studied his face. He lacked the smile lines of Stack, and his serious countenance always kept her wondering what he would do. His unpredictable nature with her always excited Lena.

Smoke took his drink and sipped it. His eyes stayed on her face. She lifted the second glass and drank to settle her nerves. Could he smell Stack's cologne on her?

He dropped the empty glass on the tray. She put hers there too and rested it on a desk.

He touched her hair first.

Then her lips.

"Are you upset with me?" he asked.

"Upset? Why would you think that?"

"You turned your back on me when you saw me coming for you."

"This place is so busy, I didn't even see you…I was in the middle of an order…"

He caressed her chin.

"It's okay to be mad at me. I haven't contacted you for a long time. Why don't you ever get upset when I ignore you? Most women wanna bite my head off."

"I know who you are. What you do. Why get upset with a gangster? If I wanted attention all the time, I could get any square out here."

"You got it like that?"

"I do. I don't have to be up under you to know we're still good."

"Is that right?"

"Yes."

"For all you know, I could be seeing someone else."

"But you ain't. That's why you called me in here. You want me."

He dropped his gaze to her hands.

"I do want you."

"Then take me—"

His lips swallowed her words. So gentle. So soft.

He slanted his head, and she circled her hands around his neck and stroked the bottom of his hairline. Breaking away for a second, he sighed, and she painted kisses up his neck until she could slide her tongue in his right ear. She nibbled the top of it and he sank into himself, lost in the pleasure of tongue and teeth.

"I'm so glad you're back," she whispered.

He swallowed thickly, his Adam's apple bobbing and his eyes half-lidded with arousal.

He fondled her backside and soon lifted the back of her dress to her hips. He slipped his fingers past the elastic of her underwear and stuck them inside her pussy from behind. Lena panted and kissed him, indulging in the sucking she gave his tongue, teasing him with what she would do to that big dick once they could have true privacy away from the club.

He moved her onto the desk and hiked up her dress further, yanking her fresh pair of lace tap pants down. Positioning himself between her thighs, he unfastened his pants and pulled out a rock hard erection.

He sank into her, and Lena rocked her hips against him. Smoke held her legs up and pumped that dick into her until she was squirting all over him. Stack already had her revved up from earlier and Smoke pulled out the second wind in her. Her wetness and Stack's cum gave Smoke an easy time to enjoy himself. He slang that dick against her walls and she squeaked with pleasure. Her pussy squelched, and she floated in ecstasy. To get dicked down by two men in under two hours was insane. But Lena stayed being a greedy lover, and these two humans were a treat. Many men and women had plowed, licked, and sucked between her legs for centuries. However, nothing was as pleasurable as the Smokestack twins. She hoarded their lovemaking like it was going out of twentieth century style.

"Fuck me, Smoke!"

He grunted and humped her good. Put his back into it. Oh, if she could only have them both at the same time!

Her rapacity for their flesh forced her to claw at Smoke's shoulder, needing him deeper. When he hit the bottom of her pussy with that thick hot dick, she hollered loud enough for the gamblers to hear. The friction on her clit seized her up, and she broke apart on Smoke's dick. His heavy spurts joined her climax, and he grunted into her neck with that dick pulsing and filling her up with even more semen.

He pulled away and a rope of creamy white cum shot out on her dress.

"Fuck, Lena…"

He grabbed his balls and squeezed. More cum dribbled from his slit. She bent over and sucked the rest out, cleaning his dick with her mouth. He touched her head gently.

"Get back to the bar. I gotta speak with Ernie and my brother," he said.

Lena wiped the sides of her lips and pulled her underwear on. She grabbed the tray and hurried back to the bar.

All the bartenders hustled. It gave Lena time to discover a dilemma.

Who would take her home?

The headliner took the stage and the bar traffic slowed down.

Stack settled onto a stool in front of her. Lena's stomach knotted. She had to figure out a way to maneuver the twins. The mouthy redhead that stalked him before pranced over decked out in diamonds and furs.

"Stack!"

Drunk and loud, she grabbed onto Stack's sleeve and pulled him off his seat. He shoved her hand away, and the woman whined about him dumping her. Smoke wandered over, and the afterglow of their union surrounded her with giddiness. He must've felt it, too, because his cheeks and jaw loosened up and he…smiled.

Stack caught it.

He looked at his older twin brother showing dimples, and then his eyes narrowed when he observed Lena beaming back at the man.

"The fuck!" Stack yelled at Smoke.

He yanked his arm one last time from the redhead.

"Get the fuck away from me," he barked.

The redhead burst into tears and ran off. The majority Black crowd snickered and turned away from Stack's glare.

"Smoke?"

Stack's question hung in the air as an accusatory statement.

Smoke turned his head.

The brothers faced off.

Stack's lower lip trembled like he wanted to say something. Smoke remained silent, taking in his younger brother's tone, understanding the situation quickly.

Lena skulked off to the other end of the counter, the heat on her cheeks nearly melting her face away. Had Smoke never smiled, Stack wouldn't have guessed there was something between them.

"Can I get two shots of your best whiskey?"

A broad-chested brown-skinned man in a three-piece suit held out a dollar bill. Lena took it. She quickly poured the man his shots and slid them to him.

He didn't take the shot glasses.

Instead, he whipped out a Tommy Gun and blasted loud explosive rounds toward Smoke and Stack.

Chapter 5 HERE

If you want to read some similar stories featuring MBJ while you wait for the next chapter, check out my Geechee!Erik Killmonger AU's set in the same period and same Black supernatural world HERE.

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gatorbites-imagines · 2 months ago

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Elijah “Smoke” Moore nsfw alphabet

this is me replying to a request that asked for both Stack and Smoke, but i wanted to post them seperately, so here yall go.

you can find the Stack alphabet here

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Like Stack, I think it depends a lot on who you are and what your guys relationship is like. Smoke isnt the most verbal guy, or affectionate for that matter, but boy does he yearn and feel. Will wipe you down and kiss your brow though. Is even worse at accepting aftercare in return, so you gotta wear him down enough for him to allow it.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself it's his hands, chest and eyes. On his partner, to sound cheesy, its everything. Guys a silent yearner, can't put it into words or actions, but Smoke seems like the kinda guy who thinks about you all the time. Biggest sucker for your eyes though.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

A bit, or very, embarrassed about how much he likes it. Doesn't want it going to waste, so it's either inside you or him, or it's rubbed into either of your bodies.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Cried the first couple of times you guys did it, because he felt like he was betraying something by being with a man. But it just felt so right and good. Is very touch starved too. Being attracted to men would count as a very dirty secret during that period as well.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Has some experience with women, but most likely has none when it comes to men before he got with you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Like when you push him down and take him from the back, especially when you turn his head back over his shoulder so you guys can kiss. Loves missionary too though, cuz he can wrap his arms and legs around you, and you guys can just cling on to each other.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Not a very goofy guy in general, so don't expect him to start cracking jokes when you guys are together. Might say something once, maybe twice, but that's only after you've fucked him so hard he can barely think. Won't admit it afterwards though.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I don't think men during this time were as groomed as they are nowadays, I still think Smoke takes care of it though, to make it presentable. Doesn't mind it as much as Stack does though.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Depends. There are days where it's just rutting, where Smoke can't even get himself to kiss you. And then there are times where he's clinging to you, trying to express everything he can't with words. The kind to whisper that he loves you over and over, but never actually says it louder than that whisper.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Doesn't really jack off, Smoke wouldn't want to do it cuz it just feels wrong, and cuz his thoughts always fall to you. Has used it as stress relief a couple of times.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Likes it when it hurts a little

Crazy breeding kink, both on you and himself

Spanking, on him for the most part

Gun kink

Spit and drool

Deepthroating, and just throatfucking in general

Dacryphilia, on himself

Major praise kink he wont admit

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Will only do it places where you guys can be safe and not discovered. He doesn't actually care about his own safety, but yours is the most important thing to Smoke.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Hes a hotblooded man, so it's not too hard to get him going. He just hides it really well, and lets it boil inside for just the right moment. Seeing you in an undershirt and sweaty is a great motivation though.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Share, unless it's like, with Stack or something. You would be the only one receiving though, and Smoke can get really possessive and jealous.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers giving, but doesn't mind receiving. Would rather have you spill inside him when hes riding you though.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Your guys pace is slow but intense, like Smoke is trying to melt you guys together into one being, foreheads pressed together and everything.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Isn't the biggest fan, mainly for safety reasons, but you guys do it semi-regularly because that's all the options you guys get most days. It also gets him real hot to feel your spend inside him the rest of the day too, so, he won't turn you away if you want a quickie.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Not the biggest risk taker when it comes to where you guys are together, but can get kinda risky when it comes to wanting you to hurt him or when his gun is involved. You have to talk him out of having bullets in it multiple times.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Has great stamina, but this also comes from you guys not getting to let it out as much as you wished you could. Can go multiple rounds, and would love to keep going even if he can't get it up, cuz it still feels good to him.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Doesn't own any toys, and neither do you. Closest you guys would own is like some ropes or ties, smth like that.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Isn't the biggest tease, cuz he doesn't want to risk it, but has some very intense eyes at times when nobody else is looking.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not that loud at all, more of a grunter and panter, but if you go at it right you can get him whimpering, which he will try to smother.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Would wear a ring you gave him, even if it's bad quality, especially compared to some of the other stuff he picks up over the years. I can see Smoke carrying your dog tags too, if you were in the military as well. Would have had your name and information rubbed off, for safety reasons, but he knows it's yours and that's all that matters.

Stack would know about your guy's relationship, but he wouldn't say anything. Seeing Smoke happy with someone and getting to be vulnerable is more than enough. Stack also knows how intense Smoke can be, so he won't even joke about it.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Above average in length, but just average in thickness. Cut, cuz I read somewhere that he might have been, so.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Smoke screams silent yearner to me, you would never expect it, but he feels so much but keeps it all under wraps. I don't think it's all him wanting to bang, a good chunk of it is just him yearning for your presence and affection.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Doesn't like falling asleep afterwards, cuz when you guys finally get the chance to be together, then Smoke would want this time to just lay close and hold each other. Wants to just listen to you talk. If you've worn him out enough though, Smoke will fall asleep against your chest.

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dangerousstrawberryshark · 30 days ago

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New Orleans Charm

🧛🏽Pairing(s)🧛🏽🠞 Elijah Mikaelson x male reader, Klaus Mikaelson x male reader, Kol Mikaelson x male reader. ⚠️CW⚠️🠞 gay, gay-sex, top Elijah Mikaelson, top Klaus Mikaelson, top Kol Mikaelson, bottom male reader, foursome, cum eating, cum play, anal sex, anal fingering, breeding, handjob (reader receiving + Elijah and Kol), nipple sucking, the brothers don’t engage in sexual activity with each other, biting, finger sucking, multiple orgasms, ass slapping, facial cum, dick slapping, blood drinking, all of them have big cocks, blowjobs, spitroasting, and handjobs. 🔞Rating🔞🠞 explicit 🧛🏽Requested🧛🏽🠞 yes

🖊️Word Count🖊️🠞 5.5k

🧛🏽Summary🧛🏽🠞 You recently moved to New Orleans after your friend, Davina Claire, convinced you. She then introduced you to the Mikaelson family. The Mikaelson brothers didn’t know what made you appealing, but they gravitated towards you.

Read before continuing: IF YOU ARE YOUNGER THAN 18 OR ANY OF THE WARNINGS MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, DO NOT CONTINUE READING!

Note: this fic does not follow the Vampire Diaries/The Originals timeline! Davina and Kol are not together! Still need to watch the show. Plus, some of the characters may be mischaracterized.

You were ecstatic in your plane seat, finally returning to New Orleans after so many years in exile. You were a witch, a rogue witch, but you were able to befriend a woman named Davina Claire. She emphasized your outcast status after you explained the reason the various witch covens in New Orleans were hunting you down.

You had forbidden knowledge, which made the other covens see you as a threat, and some vampires believed the same. Being hunted down helped you form a bond with Davina, who aided in your escape and was able to smuggle you. She hid your scent with some magic before sending you away.

Davina kept in contact with you, giving updates on the situation, general talk, gossiping, talking about boys, spells, etc. After years, Davina gave you the green light to return after some of the other covens were hunted down or ceased to exist. You didn’t hesitate to pack your things and book the next flight to New Orleans.

The New Orleans skyline came into view, you were finally home.

xxx

Davina gave you a heartfelt welcome as she jumped all over you, clearly excited to see you for the first time in a long time. “Still dramatic, haven’t changed that part,” you laughed as the woman hugged you, squeezing you tightly before releasing. She was breathing heavily from pouring so much energy into you.

You both walked through the airport terminal, luggage wheeling behind you, with the sound of the announcements coming from the intercoms. Davina talked about everything that had happened since you were gone. You listen intently to her rambling, enjoying some gossip she was sharing about different situations with other supernatural creatures and witch covens.

“Never thought I’d see the day… almost forgot what you looked like.” Davina dramatically said as she pretended to cry, even wiping away fake tears.

“Dev… we literally video chatted last night, which was twelve hours ago...” you replied with a smile as you looked down at her.

“Those twelve hours felt like twelve years! I’m just excited to see you after so long.” Davina said before pausing. There was silence as the witch was in deep thought, trying to process something in her mind. She was unsure about your reaction, but it was best to get it over with.

Davina takes a deep breath. “While you were gone… I may have made ties with the Mikaelsons…” she said with a worried smile etched on her face. Her fingers danced with each other as she awaited your reaction.

You felt your body freeze, mouth hanging open as you turned to Davina. “ THE MIKAELSONS?? WHAT!” You yelled before shutting your mouth, the nearby bystanders looking and whispering. You grab Davina’s hand and pull her to a secluded area. “What do you mean you made ties with THE Mikaelsons? Do you have any idea what they do to us?!”

“I know what they do… but they, somewhat, changed my view of them! They’re not that bad! Expect Klaus… It's in your best interest to avoid him.” Davina said as she reassured you to trust her words. “Or remain calm around him if avoiding fails,” she added.

You couldn’t know if this would end badly or if something else might happen.

Xxx

You stared at the mansion, intimidated by its size and the knowledge that its most powerful family resided within its walls. You considered yourself a powerful witch; you could handle yourself after learning many practices and forbidden knowledge.

“Come on, y/n! The sooner you get this done, the better.” Davina said as she opened the door to the compound, the creaking sound echoed as she walked in. You took one last gulp, walking into the building. The interior was lavish with vintage furniture, dark woods, art, and a chandelier. A grand fireplace sat in the middle with bookshelves lining the walls next to it.

Davina gestures towards the armchair. “Calm yourself. They’re vampires, they can detect fear. You’re most definitely oozing fear everywhere!” Davina whispers, yells. You followed her advice and relaxed, casting a spell to clear the air of fear pheromones. Yet, you were still jittery, but you didn’t have to wait long.

You could feel the presence of three vampires approaching the living room. Elijah was the first. He had a stoic expression, immaculately dressed, with his eyes sharp as knives, lingering on your body longer than expected.

“You must be Y/N? Davina’s friend and our guest. We take good care of our guests. I’m Elijah.” Elijah spoke with a posh accent, sounding American and British. He walked towards you with his hand out, and you returned the gesture and shook his hand. His hand was larger and felt rougher than yours, and was he gripping your hand harder?

You weren’t sure, but felt something when you looked at the vampire. He was hot, definitely your type of man, physically wise. You could only imagine how the other brothers looked.

Next came Kol, with a lazy grin and something else, a sparkle, in his eyes as his gaze locked on you. “What do we have here? A friend of Davina is a friend of mine!” he said, pushing Elijah away and getting into your personal space. The other vampire looked with annoyance and irritation, but masked it. “You’re a witch, too? That’s bloody hot, especially for someone like you.”

Klaus was the last to enter, and his presence overwhelmed you. It felt numbing as your body was frozen. You stared at the man, and his dark blue eyes stared back. His expression was unreadable before he smirked. “New blood? A powerful one at that… I’m assuming you trusted Davina enough to bring you here?” Klaus said as he didn’t break eye contact with you.

“I can feel your power, love. I like that. I like that very much. I think we’ll be very good friends…” Klaus said with something lustful in his tone. He walked towards you and stood between Elijah and Kol, the three brothers looking down at you with their gazes. You are powerful, but you couldn’t help but be cowardly from the stares.

“Guys, don’t be like that. Anyways, introductions are done!” Davina said as she stood up from the couch and walked to you. “My dear friend is permanently staying in New Orleans, but he doesn’t have a place to stay! So, I was wondering if he can stay here temporarily?”

Without hesitation or bickering between the brothers, they agreed unanimously.

“Looking at him trembling… so delicious, alluring. I could kill him after he proves his worth, but I won’t. I’ll keep him close and away from Elijah and Kol… I don’t need their interference.”

“He’s powerful yet cowardly… It's so compelling. He shouldn’t fear, I would protect him! Refine him, guide him! Shape him in my image!”

“He’s so adorable! All that power, and he trembles and flinches like a deer in headlights! My God! I need him… need to know everything! Would you whimper and cry for me? I need to find out… and do it all over again!”

xxx

Your stay with the Mikaelson family was interesting, mainly with the brothers. Rebekah was chill and was aware of her brother’s feelings towards you. She would tease them, but warn you about them, especially Klaus. Sometimes she’d tell you they’re not worthy of someone like you. You thanked her for the advice.

It was advice you never followed as you found yourself entangled with them. Their strong, woven webs trapped you from escaping. Yet, for some reason, you were fine with that. You were even flattered by their tactics.

…

Each brother had their way of winning your affection. Klaus took your time, doesn’t matter what you’re doing, he’s gonna take you and has artistic devotion to you. He sometimes asked you to accompany him to his painting room, showing you sketches and paintings. The more time you spent with Klaus, the more he grew attached to you: a dangerous attachment.

Elijah is more composed and gentlemanly, asking if you’re free and spending time with you at shops or the library, discussing magic and the supernatural, and giving you gifts! He gives you various jewelry, notably a warding charm. It was all part of his plan to bind you to him, tightening his grasp on your being.

Kol, in contrast to Klaus and Elijah, was more chaotic and focused on indulgence. He would take you out to clubs or exclusive bars filled with the finest dining and alcohol, exploring haunted and cursed ruins– anything he found exciting and fun. He’s also very touchy, resting his hand on your back or shoulders. He wants you to be addicted to him and the thrill…he genuinely wants to be close to you.

Each brother was vying for your attention and affection, competing with each other as they aren’t keen on sharing you with the others. Sometimes, one would sabotage the other or get snatched, throwing daggers or passively bad-mouthing.

That changed after they caught wind of some guy flirting with you at a bar. They were stalking you without you noticing until they watched the guy shamelessly flirt, touch your hand, and lean in closer. He was unaware of the dangerous company that followed you.

The beer bottle in Kol’s hand shattered from the pressure he applied to it, Elijah’s jaw twitched and clenched as he exhaled deeply, and Klaus just smiled and laughed, not from entertainment but from the audacity. This drew some attention from the nearby patrons, but the brothers didn’t care as they walked towards you.

They could see that the man was making you uncomfortable. You tried to pull away, but he gripped your shoulders tightly. “He’s not yours to touch,” Klaus growled as he grasped the man’s shoulder, his fingers digging into the man’s flesh, about to tear it off. His eyes became sharp and intense as he stared, gleaming with possessive rage.

“P-possessive aren’t we?” the man nervously laughed as he tried to play off the situation, trying to seem tough.

Kol appears beside you, leaning down and whispering into your ear. “Come on, darling. Elijah and Klaus can handle him. His hand moves down to graze your waist, guiding you away from the scene and back to the compound.

The man’s fate was in Klaus’s and Elijah’s hands.

xxx

After that incident, when Klaus and Elijah dragged the man to a back alley and proceeded to tear him apart, the brothers decided to share you. Klaus was staunchly opposed to the suggestion; he wanted you all to himself and remained firm. That changed after some careful but strategic convincing from Kol and Elijah. Now, they’re going to form a pact with you.

An official way to claim you as the lover (property) of the Mikaelson brothers.

“You’re powerful, but timid, love. You couldn’t even protect yourself from a lowlife. However, we can protect you. We’ve already dealt with him… with our protection, you wouldn’t have to worry your pretty head about anything.” Klaus softly says, but there is an undertone of possession and obsession. His brow pinched together with a pout. He stands before you, cupping your cheek with his cold hands.

“He’s right, sweetheart. If you agree to be ours, you’ll reap all the benefits of our security… our affection.” Elijah says, sitting on the other side. He pulls your head towards him, your eyes staring into his soft brown ones.

Kol jumped onto the bed with a loud thump, crawling towards you with his weight sinking into the soft mattress. “We never share… but we can for you. It's everyone's dream to be shared among three guys!” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist and his legs resting beside yours. You could feel his body pressing against your back.

You were hesitant about the decision, but ultimately agreed to the proposition. Over the past few months, the brothers grew on you. You found yourself growing attached to them, loving the affection and slight possessiveness. Plus, they were right to some extent: you are powerful, but can’t wield it to its full potential. Either way, you loved how they stood up for you (it turned you on).

The brothers grin wickedly, their eyes brightening with lust, and their fangs descend. All of them striking at once.

…

Klaus and Elijah pressed against you; Klaus’s fangs sank into one side of the shoulder– deep and dominant as he eagerly sucked your blood and marked you. He groans from the flavour, his hands moved down to spread your legs.

Elijah bit on the opposite side of Klaus; his was more controlled but intense and soft. Kol licked the area he desired, tongue gliding against your skin before sinking his fangs in. His greed sickens as he moans from the intimacy, his fingers pulling the hems of your shirt.

Pain coursed through your body as the three men took their share of blood and marks. It was sharp, hot, then a wave of euphoria drowned the pain. Dopamine surged through your brain from the overwhelming pleasure, your body trembling as you can feel their hands groping your body and fingers digging into your flesh. Your cock jumped to life, tenting in your pants.

The teeth pressing into your skin pulled away, replaced with three tongues cleaning the wounds and licking any remaining blood. “I’ve waited so long for that… WE’VE waited so long. You’ll never leave.” Klaus groans as he manhandles you, pushing you onto the bed and tearing off your clothing.

You shiver and whine from the cold air touching your skin, gripping the bed sheets as you feel the gazes of three pairs of eyes. “R-really?”

“Really,” Elijah replied as he tore off your pants, releasing your erect cock. Your length popped out and twitched from the cold contact of Elijah’s hand. You gasp softly from the touch, thrusting your hips slowly into the man’s hand.

“Such a good boy for us.” Kol purrs as he murmurs soft praises, latching his mouth around one of your nipples. He sucks on it and flicks the sensitive nub with his tongue causing more moans to escape your mouth.

“Sensitive, love?” Klaus asks as he forcibly spreads your thighs with the help of Elijah. “Suck.” he continued, his fingers presented before you. You took the two digits into your mouth, lathering them with saliva. Your tongue swirled around them and suddenly Klaus started ramming them, fucking your mouth. You gagged as the digits hit the back of your throat.

The three brothers heightened their actions; Elijah stroking you faster, coating your cock with the precum oozing from the tip, Kol used his free hand to tweak your other nipple, pinching and pulling on it, and Klaus throatfuck you with his fingers.

“That’s a good boy.” Klaus praises as he removes his fingers from your mouth, trailing them down to your puckering hole. He swirls his pointy finger tips around the tight muscle, your cock oozing more precum from the feeling. Your mind was getting cloudy from the stimulation, it was further muddled when Klaus rammed his fingers into your tight heat.

Your vision went blurry; your ass clenching around the invading fingers, body trembling, and back arching. Your moans echoed through the mansion as your cock spurted its load. Elijah’s hands and your pubic region were coated with the thick, white substance. It felt like the air was punched out of your lungs, thighs shivering from the intense orgasm.

“You did amazing, darling.” Elijah praised as he pulled his hand away, cleaning your sticky cum from it. He groans at the taste, licking his lips while his eyes stare into yours. “You taste divine. Salty yet sweet.”

Kol pulls away from your chest with a loud pop. He admired his work, your nipple puffy and red from being sucked on. He joined Elijah, playing with your cum and smearing it before tasting the substance himself. “You do taste divine! Maybe I should add this to my morning cup of coffee.” Kol grins as he plays with your cum.

You were too caught up with Elijah and Kol that you forgot about Klaus.

“Don’t forget about me, love,” Klaus said with a hint of jealousy, slapping your thigh roughly and ramming his fingers into your prostate. Your body was overstimulated from the orgasm, but Klaus’s advances caused your cock to become erect again. Your thighs snapped and clenched around the hybrid’s arm.

Once Klaus deemed you prepared, he pulled his fingers and spread your thighs again. He watched your little hole clenching around nothing, begging for something bigger. “Our love is ready,” he grins, getting off the bed and stripping naked; Elijah and Kol follow suit.

You drank in the sight of the three men stripping, your eyes gazing over their naked bodies. Klaus has a lean but athletic body, broad shoulders, and defined abs. Unlike Klaus, Elijah has a lanky, but muscular build, dust of chest hair nuzzled between his pectorals. Meanwhile, Kol has a slim and athletic body with a boyish vibe.

Your gaze was locked in once the men started hastily pulling down their pants and underwear. You pull yourself from the bed and stand up right, grinding your spent cock in your hands. The last of the garments came off, and your eyes widened and brightened from the delicious sight.

Three extremely attractive men standing before you naked with their cocks, large and thick, hanging from how heavy they were.

Your body went into autopilot mode, getting off the bed and crawling towards them. The only thing on your mind was cock and pleasing the brothers. However, you were stopped midway by Klaus. “No, no, love. Not here,” he said, guiding you to the bed. He and Kol sat beside each other, stroking their cocks while Elijah grabbed a pillow.

“Here, so your knees won’t hurt, darling.” Elijah softly says, placing the pillow on the ground before taking his place beside Klaus.

With your knees on the pillow, you indulged with cocks. You hesitantly grab Klaus’s cock with both hands, stroking it slowly. It was large and felt heavy– your fingers barely touched each other around the base. Klaus let out a feral growl, his breath hitching as he felt your soft hands stroking his impressive cock.

You changed your stroking technique, circularly twisting your wrists. You move from the tip to the base, Klaus’s heavy balls pressing against your bottom hand. You could only imagine how pent up he was! Same for Elijah and Kol.

“Fucking, hell. Keep stroking, love.” Klaus moans as he starts thrusting into your hands, his heavy ball audibly slapping against your hands. Elijah and Kol mimic your hand movement, picturing it as you stroking them instead of Klaus. “You’re doing great, love.”

Hearing those words from the hybrid, you took the next step: taking the massive cock into your mouth. You started with kitten licks around the cockhead, Klaus’s flavour hitting your taste buds. Klaus’s body shuddered from your wet tongue teasing his sensitive glands, globs of precum spurting from the tiny slit.

“Quit teasing, love… I’ll fuck this pretty mouth.” Klaus groans, getting impatient as he needs to feel your mouth wrapped around his cock. “Give him time, Niklaus,” Elijah says. Klaus glares at his brother, tension rising while Kol doesn’t care and just continues jerking off to his imagination of you.

With the moment ruined, you solved it by taking Klaus in your mouth and stroking the other brothers. The room was a symphony of moans and groans from the brothers as they indulged in your touch. Elijah and Kol thrust into your hands, wanting more friction on their pulsing cocks.

“That’s it, love. Take my fucking cock.” Klaus let out a feral growl as he pushed your head deeper. You gagged and choked from the massive cock filling your mouth, the spongy cockhead hitting the back of your throat as your gag reflex kicked in. Tears welled in your eyes as you tried to calm down, attempting to relax your throat.

“Y-you have no idea… a-about… shit… the t-things you do t-to me… d-darling.” Elijah moans, his breath hitching and speech breaking from the warm sensation of your hands and circular twisting technique; His chest heaves, all the nerves sending messages to his brain from your handjob.

Elijah rarely engaged in sexual activities, only using his hand whenever he felt like it. He could feel his senses and nerves burning from the touch of another. Your touch shattered his composure and demeanor.

Kol was no better though he was more cocky with his words. “That’s it… Keep stroking like that. So eager to please… slutty boy.” The last words Kol said caused your mind to short circuit, your cock twitching from degradation. He muttered more under his breath; “Fuck, yes… dont stop, baby.” “Use your hand like a fleshlight.” His words encouraged you to stroke him and Elijah faster, desperate to make him cum.

It was Klaus’s turn to give his stake. “This is what you were meant to do… using this filthy mouth… only good for sucking… that’s it, love, choke on my dick,” Klaus growls, his teeth digging into his lips, some blood seeping through the wounds. His thrusts were aggressive, heavy balls slapping against your chin mixed with the wet fapping sounds from Elijah and Kol’s cock being coated with precum. The slobbering noise from sucking Klaus’s cock mixed in with the other sinful noises.

Your jaw was hurting from the rough thrusts, but you loved it. You loved being dominated by not one, not two, but three men! Two are vampires and one is a hybrid. You can tell that you’ll be able to bask in the fruit of your labor. Their balls tightened and their cocks gushed more.

“J-just like that, love… I’m coming! Take it–take all of me!”

“Fuck yeah, baby boy! So p-perfect… don’t stop… gonna come!”

“Can’t hold back, darling… making me come undone!”

Their loud groans could be heard throughout the mansion; Rebekah wasn’t home, and good thing she wasn’t. She didn’t want to listen to her brothers fucking you.

You whine, muffled by Klaus’s cock, as you felt them cum. Elijah’s and Kol’s cocks spurting ropes and ropes of hot, thick cum, coating your hands with the substance. Klaus’s cock flooded your mouth with his load. He wanted you to swallow, so he kept you down as he slowly thrusts, some of his cum seeping out and dripping down your chin.

“That’s it, love.” Klaus praises, pulling his cock out your mouth with a loud, wet pop. His impressive length coated with saliva and cum.

“Damn, baby, you came from sucking dick? Eh, should’ve expected that from a master cock sucker.” Kol grins, gesturing down to your leaking cock.

You pulled back, breathing heavily and taking big gulps, looked down to see your cock throbbing and gushing beads of cum, a streak of cum coating the pillow. The ministrations of sucking and stroking made you cum hands free.

Impressive.

“Wanna feel this tight ass, love,” Klaus says, not letting Elijah or Kol interject. It was a fact that he was gonna fuck you.

You felt your hole clench around nothing as your attention was turned to the three brothers. Their cocks were already hard again and throbbing! They had an orgasm not that long ago and they’re horny again. You had to take into account that Elijah and Kol are vampires while Klaus is a hybrid; the refractory period was absent due to them not being human.

That means they can go hours without breaking a sweat and stay horny. The idea was terrifying yet arousing, the only problem is: can you handle them? You’re still human, but maybe there’s a spell to heighten your stamina?

“Eyes on us, darling. Only think about us, nothing else.” Elijah says as he looks at you with hunger and lust in his eyes. He was the brother who had the most control and was composed, but it appears that you shattered that facade. Klaus and Kol had the same hunger and lust.

From their point of view, your body was heaving and sweaty from giving head and handjobs. Your hair sticking to your forehead, cum coating your mouth and hands, and your flaccid cock hanging between your legs, spent after cumming two times. You were a walking sin, something they’re going to indulge in.

Klaus pulled you from the floor, positioning you comfortably on your stomach. He positioned himself between your legs while Elijah and Kol took the front. “Mmm, you’re still stretched, love,” Klaus said as he slapped his massive cock against your hole, his cockhead teasing your tight ring of muscle, he could feel it trying to capture his cock.

You couldn’t believe it was happening now, you were about to lose your virginity. You clenched the sheets, arching your back, and pressing your ass further into Klaus’s grasp so it would be easy. Your breathing gets heavier as you can feel the burning sensation of the hybrid entering your virgin hole.

It felt like you were being speared from the bottom. Klaus mutters curses and soft moans as he pushes deeper until he is fully inside. Your teeth dig into your bottom lip, your body trembling from the sensation. You whimper in pain, clenching the bed sheets as Klaus’s massive cock reached depths you never reached before.

Klaus could feel your tight heat clenching around him, like it was suffocating his cock. He groans once, completely settled inside you, his balls resting against yours. The hybrid felt like he was going to go feral, his mind numb from the tightness and warmth of your ass.

He didn’t want to hurt you though, letting you adjust to his massive cock. Not many could handle his size, but you did.

‘They always say it hurts initially, but it gets better.’

Your train of thought was interrupted when you felt two large cocks slapping against your head. “Two popsicles for being good and to help you relax.” Kol laughed as he slapped his cock against your cheek, smearing some cum. Elijah did the same, which surprised you. The facade faded away as he gave in to his base instincts.

He grabbed your head and choked you with his cock. It caught you off guard, but you happily adjusted and started sucking him. Elijah moans wildly as he fucked your face, his heavy set of balls slapping your chin as he buried his cock to the hilt. He stopped momentarily, his cock stuffed inside your mouth with your face buried in his pubic region.

“Choke on my cock.” Elijah groans as he hears you gurgling and choking on his length. While you were distracted, Klaus started pounding your ass aggressively. Growls and groans filled the air as the hybrid fucked you like a feral animal, his fingers dig into your hips and leave bruises and claw marks.

Elijah pulled you off his cock and Kol replaced it with his. He did the same as Elijah, facefucking you with his massive length. You gag and gargle on the two cocks as the brothers share your mouth, sucking one and stroking the other or sometimes taking both at the same time.

“Tight… fucking ass… sucking my cock deeper. You must be cock hungry, love. Never experienced this in my life.” Klaus says as he slapped your ass, grinning from watching the flesh turn red with his handprint embedded. The rough slaps stimulate your brain as you enjoy the roughness, your cock leaking precum on the sheets as it throb. You arched your back and started pushing back to meet Klaus’s thrust, creating a rhythm.

Your senses were on fire. The smell of sex and sweat flooded your nostrils; groans, moans, growls, and squelching bounced off the walls, a symphony of sin; and both your holes filled to the brim with cocks, spitroasted style. Your eyes widened when you felt Klaus’s cockhead ramming into that specific spot, your moans and cries of pleasure echoed through the room.

Kol and Elijah grin at Klaus, telling their brother to continue. Klaus didn’t have to be told twice, his cockhead abusing your bundle of nerves. You weren’t listening to anything the brothers were saying, your brain going into overdrive before shutting down. Lust has taken control, you bounced on Klaus’s dick and eagerly sucked Kol and Elijah, your moans muffled by their cocks.

Kol moans a variety of curses as he feels your moaning buzzing through his body. The vampire pulled his cock, saliva strands creating a web that connected his cock to your mouth. You breathed heavily, taking big gulps of air as you stared at Elijah and Kol with lust in your eyes. You whimper from being denied cock, trying to take Kol’s cock before being denied.

“Ah, ah, baby.” Kol mockingly says as he strokes his cock above you, teasingly. You expected Elijah to take your mouth, but that didn’t happen. Instead, both brothers slapped their massive lengths against your cheeks, smearing saliva and strands of precum. Both your eyes were blocked by their cocks as they grind them against your face.

“Cock drunk, darling. Can’t think of nothing but getting fucked and cocks.” Elijah moans, his breathing hitching as he could feel his climax. Kol felt the same as they both ground against your face.

“Oh shit, baby! Gonna cum again.” Kol moans, thrusting his hips faster, balls slapping against your cheek. You could feel copious amounts of precum gushing and splattering on your face.

“Fucking gods… fucking mine, love. You hear me? No one else— just you being a cock dumb whore on my dick.” Klaus growls, his thrusts becoming sloppy. He started giving slow but powerful thrusts. The hybrid could feel your hole throbbing around him, sucking him deeper. “Shit… gonna breed… bloody hell… You were made for this! Perfect in every way!”

“Our perfect cumslut… I’m gonna–” Kol moans as he strokes his cock above you, his breathing heavy and chest heaving.

“Take it all… Take what we give.” Elijah groans, doing the same thing as Kol.

It all came crashing down.

Their groans filled the room; Klaus slams into you with a brutal thrust, roaring as he spills inside you. His balls tightening, cock spurting ropes of cum, painting your insides white. His grip tightened, holding you in place as he bred you. His heavy balls dump their load after years of pent-up desire and need.

Kol and Elijah follow suit, their cocks spurting cum and coating your face with the salty, white substance. Your lips, eyelids, and hair are coated, and Elijah even opened your mouth and spat the remaining load he had.

You choke and whine from the sheer amount of cum. It was everywhere as the Mikaelson brothers claimed you with their cum. Your inside is filled with Klaus’s load, and Kol and Elijah coat your face. Your senses were sent into overdrive, your body shaking from the intensity as it responded by giving you your third orgasm, staining the sheets with it.

You rolled over onto your back, breathing heavily and staring at the ceiling. “Look at him, completely ruined.” Klaus smiles as they all look at your sweaty and cum coated body. Your hair sticking to your forehead, nipples puffy from Kol’s sucking, and your cute, flaccid cock.

“You did amazing, darling.” Elijah praise, stroking your hair, avoiding the cum. You lean into his touch, enjoying the softness. Elijah smiles, seeing you responding to his touch.

“Think he can handle another round? I’m still pent up.”

THE END

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jokingmisfit · 9 months ago

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Birthday Presents You're the Gift

Poly Mikaelsons x Fem!Reader

Warnings- sub reader(aka reader is a bottom), putting icing where it isn't supposed to go, biting, drinking readers blood (implied), p in v, unprotected sex, slight choking, blindfolds, restraints, edible underwear, cunnilingus, mommy kink, collars(not pet play), leash(still not pet play), doggy style, possessiveness, sex toys, begging, cumming inside, over stimulation (implied), (potion) aphrodisiac, hair pulling, strap-on, squirting (mentioned), reader is a bit of a pillow princess ngl

Notes- It's all in past tense for some reason idk I was tired and wrote half at work the other half instead of sleeping at 2am. Also, technically it's written as the reader is with all of them.

Kol (Icing)

You'd been surprised yourself with how easy things went. You had to sneak away from his party early and set things up, hide the icing, and make sure it was all done in time for him to walk in.

It went perfectly. You covered your chest in icing and put sprite on top of that. You took a smaller tube of icing and placed X's on his favorite places to bite you. Lastly, you partially coated your privates in icing.

You propped yourself up at the edge of the bed and waited. Thankfully you planned just right because only a few minutes passed when he opened the door.

Of course the door wasn't open for long as he slammed it shut. Kol's eyes raked over you. A shine lit in his eyes and if you didn't know any better you'd think he was about to actually eat you.

"What a lovely surprise..." He had whispered.

"All for you." You replied easily.

Kol squeezed his hands into fists and released a few times before he stalked towards you. Honestly the man looked wild like he had no idea where to start, so he started with the little "x" on your thigh. He licked the icing clean and bit down to draw blood to replace it.

You warned him not to lose his appetite so soon and he sunk his teeth deeper. Slowly he moved to your pussy, where he lapped at the icing before diving his tongue into your hole. Kol are you out until there was no icing left.

He moved up and hit every "x" etched on your skin and leaving his own marks behind. He decided he wanted more, so he shoved his cock into you while sucked on your chest and your neck. Leaving a different kind of sticky mess between your legs and on your thighs.

At the end of the night he tells you how jealous his siblings will be when he tells them the present their mate gave him.

Elijah (Ties)

You were a bit worried. You had to ask Rebecca for help with your preparation, and you prayed she wouldn't spoil your surprise. The two of you snuck off just at the end of the party and made quick progress.

With a kiss on your cheek Rebecca left you there for her brother to find. Your hands were tied to the railing with one of Elijah's ties and you were blindfolded by another one. Around your neck was a brand new tie that you were hoping he'd enjoy as much as the rest of his surprise.

You could hear the door open, and if you hadn't heard the low laugh you would've been concerned for who might've entered.

Elijah's hand was soft against your breast . He traced the shape of your body easily. He lightly picked up the base of the tie off your chest. He felt the fabric between his fingers.

"What a delicious surprise you've given me." He said quietly.

You had felt the tie suddenly tighten around your neck making it harder to breathe. Your soft moans encouraged him, and he engulfed your mouth with his. He littered your neck with bites and kisses which trailed onto your breasts.

Elijah removed his clothes and hovered above you. He took little care in preparing you as he slid his cock into you. He held the tie tightly pulling it like it would move you closer to him. Most of the night your legs are placed forcefully on his shoulders as he plows you. He makes you cum several times and misses not one chance to fill you up with his seed.

By the end of the night he undoes all the ties and holds you softly. He doesn't say it but you can tell he very much enjoyed his present.

Rebekah (Lingerie)

The plan was simple enough. You didn't need extra preparation, all you needed was to put it on. You knew she'd love it.

You sat delicately in the light pink candy lingerie. The scent of strawberries comforted your nerves, yet made you that much more excited.

Rebekah entered the room already smiling. She licks her lips before sitting on her knees in front of you.

"Such a lovely gift for your mommy..." She said looking you over.

She leaned up and bit the strap of the barely strong enough candy. Your tits spilled out and the other strap broke instantly. Rebekah's smile grew and she lowered her head between them to bite off the lingerie's body strap.

Her hands trailed your thighs as she went around your chest eating the candy and nipping at your skin. She moved her head down and ate the candy wrapped around your tummy before she bit the panties.

Rebekah used her teeth to tear away the candy. Her nails scratched the skin on your thighs. She ate you out just like she ate the candy. When you moved your hands to her hair she immediately pinned them beside you with an additional threat to tie you up.

You spent most of the night like this with her mouth glued to your cunt. She teased you when you begged her to stop. Instead finally using her strap to fuck you "more properly".

She makes sure not a piece of lingerie is left and any stickiness is taken off with her tongue.

The night ends with your lips pressed to her chest. A perfect way to tell you Rebekah had loved your gift.

Klaus (Collar)

A part of you was nervous. You had known he brought it up to you when he was really worked up, but you had no idea if Klaus would really like it.

Your body bare aside from the collar sat delicately on your neck. The words "Property of Niklaus" scrawled nicely on it. A chain leash attached and you played with the other end while you waited for the hybrid to step through the door.

When he does enter his back was towards you as he ensures no one sees the inside of his room. He scolds you for giving yourself away with your scent, but his words die when he finally sees you.

"Now this is a very pleasant surprise." His smile at you was predatory.

Your heartbeat grew faster as you looked away and offered him the leash. He took it happily and watched with excitement as you looked up with wide eyes. Klaus's smile grew when he caught glimpse of the tag.

He pulled the leash tightly and you end up dragged into his arms. His fingers investigate the tag as he reads it. A low growl escapes him.

You found yourself face down and ass up as he fucks into you from above. His thrusts were hard and quick. He pulled on the leash from behind giving you a delightful lightheaded feeling.

He made you beg for release, repeating how he owned you over and over again. The word "mine" might have as well been embedded in your skin like his fangs were in your shoulder.

You knew when the night ended he had enjoyed your surprise as he held onto the leash for the rest of the night even when you were wrapped in his arms.

Finn (Toys)

You were excited. You didn't really use toys and the others didn't either, but Finn seemed fascinated with the thought and you really wanted him to be satisfied with your gift.

The toys were laid out beside you. You wore a simple lingerie set that you knew he'd love. The door opened to a confused Finn.

"What is all of this?" He asked simply.

You explained everything. Simple, pick a toy or multiple and it's his tool to use.

Almost instantaneously he picked a toy and turned it on. Finn tore the panties away rather quickly, and he put the toy right up to your clit and savored the sounds you made.

He truly enjoyed the show. He tested every vibrator, dildo, and plug laid out. He even tried the breast pump to watch you as it sucked your tits. Finn enjoyed the way you begged him for a break, for anything else. He wanted more of this even if you pretended not to too.

He took what little clothing you had left and fucked you into the mattress, but even then he wasn't satisfied and he pulled out one of the vibrators again. He couldn't help but stare at you and the way your body reacted.

Finn drilled into you with the vibrator on your clit for all three rounds that he actually touched you. Had you tried you wouldn't be able to count the times you actually came that night.

In the end you knew he was happy with his gift, especially when he set the toys aside for "future use".

Freya (Aphrodisiac)

It was a good present. You had known that, because she had told you before she wanted to try. It was easy getting the potion with Kols help. You hid it from Freya well and you were so excited to give into one of her fantasies.

You left the bottle to sit in your lap as Freya entered the room. Her eyes traced over you and immediately landed on the bottle.

"Oh, this has to be my favorite present of the night." She said more to herself than you.

Freya took the bottle from your lap and poured it into her mouth. She let the liquid sit before kissing you and pushing the potion down your throat. You obeyed despite the urge for air burning your lungs.

The aphrodisiac worked quickly. It dulled some senses and increased others. You could feel the heat pooling between your legs. The wetness on your thighs and her smile on your neck. Her kisses burned and you felt you might cum from the simple actions.

Your body was on fire and you couldn't focus. She grabbed your scalp and pulled you till you were face to face with her. Freya kissed you madly as you whimpered against her mouth.

Her fingers moved down and played with your cunt. They enter you easily over and over again. She moved your head to suck on her chest and you obeyed easily.

Though you weren't sure when at some point she put on her strap and sat you in her lap. Freya thrusted up into you repeatedly. You don't squirt too often but you did that night.

You can't remember how the night ended, but you knew she enjoyed your present because you remember a kiss on your head and a whispered thank you.

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Welp, I need to stay off this app so late at night. I literally saw this idea & stopped writing to quickly write this.

modern day smoke x annie

tw: they just fuckin in this so if that's not your vibe then.. idk please dont read it?

as always,

ENJOY.

"Babe, I'm not taking that. You are crazy as hell," he always came up with dumbass ideas.

They were getting ready to go to a wedding.

Annie doing her makeup.

Smoke fucking up his hair in the mirror trying to copy Stack's exact instructions. He ain't give a fuck about his hair.

"You keep saying you wanna enjoy your night and how we never get to go out and shit. I offered you a solution," Smoke replied.

He walked over to his dresser and pulled out weed, some papers and a lighter. He took the weed between his fingers and crushed it up into the paper. With a quick swipe of the tongue he rolled it to perfection.

Pulling the lighter out of his shirt pocket, he sparked the blunt. Taking a pull, he enhaled through his nose, he held it in for a few seconds.

He extended his arm offering the 'devils lettuce', as she called it. She didn't like smoking since that one back experience that we are NOT going to discuss. But since she got with Elijah, he kind of mellowed her out and gave her good experiences. So every once in a while, she indulged.

"If I have to be carried out tonight, this is on you," she said accepting.

They continued to get ready. Laughing, listening to their favorite songs and just enjoying getting ready together.

When Annie stood up, the high hit her like a truck.

Putting on her shoes.

Smoke offering her, her coat.

Getting into the car.

Putting on her seat belt.

All in slow motion.

She giggled to herself, she knew she was tripping out. 'Thats why he never offered to smoke often' she thought to herself. Which made her giggle even more.

"You high as hell," he fucked with her.

He was talking to her, but she was no longer laughing while she was looking at her man. The way his left hand gripped the stearing wheel. The way his arm sat on the arm rest. Muscles flexing involuntarily. 'Goddamn this nigga look so good.'

She had a heartbeat between her legs.

"How long until we get there?"

He reached over taking her hand into his. "We're about 30 minutes out, so just sit back and relax."

How the fuck could she relax? He smoked 3 blunts with her. And now, she was so relaxed that she wanted to fuck. And she wanted to do it now.

She unbuckled her seat belt.

"Babe, put you seatbelt on," he chastised her.

He hated when she rode in the car without her seatbelt on.

"Smoke , the seatbelt feels soo tight around me," she was trying to hint at what she wanted.

"Annie, put the damn seatbelt on," he wasn't catching on.

"I need you to help me do something really quick."

As quickly and quietly as she could, she pulled her dress up to her waist. She spread her legs as far as the door and middle console would allow.

"Give me your hand please," she said.

He offered his hand, she took it into hers. She guided him to her saturated panties.

"I knew it, you always become a horn dog when you smoke more than one blunt," he laughed.

"Your hand feels soo good on me baby," she whined. He was playing around and she was getting herself off on his huge fingers.

He didn't even have to directly touch her, she was wet with anticipation.

Rocking back and forth she rubbed her hardened clit against his fingers.

"Smoke- I- Daddy don't move," she cried out. Annie was sunken into the chair now, with her leg on the dash and one in his lap.

Rubbing her pussy through her saturated underwear. They were soaked. He wanted to be in her.

"Cum on Daddy's hand baby, get that nut," he grunted.

He was trying to focus on the road and on her. But if he didn't choose soon, they would crash.

"Oh baby, you bout to make me cum! I wanna cum on your dick baby," whimpering under his hand.

Yanking his hand away. He pulled into a, thankfully, vacant and dark parking lot.

Leaning over he ripped the panties off her body. Feeling how wet they were had his dick pressing up against his pants painfully.

He rubbed his fingers over her pussy. Spreading her juices all over. Groaning at how he was slipping all over her.

"Pussy so wet, cum on my hand," he was talking and walking her through it. She couldn't control the sounds coming out of her.

"K-k-keep fingering my pus- Daddy, you gon make me cu-" her breath caught at the back of her throat. Struggling to get the words out.

"Give it to me baby."

"Look at you beautiful."

"I love playing with you."

"Elijah- oh my fucking god! I'm cumming daddy," her body was convulsing. Feet clenched, finger nails digging into his arm, trying to steady herself and catch her breath while she came undone.

"Good girl. I got a surprise for you," he said.

He reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a pouch. In it held a lighter and a blunt.

"4!? YOU WANT ME TO SMOKE AGAIN?"

He had plans for her and this blunt.

"Get in the back."

She didn't ask any questions, she just did it.

He joined her in the backseat and pulled her into his lap. Their sex aligned. Her pussy lips planted directly onto his now exposed and hard dick.

Trying to focus on the task, he sparked it. Ghost inhaling. She put her lips to his as he exhaled. Slight movement of her waist. She was grinding on his dick slow. It was intoxicating.

Annie was wetting him up. Pussy leaking at the friction. His dick was dripping wet from her.

"Daddy please, just put the tip in me," she whispered.

He was still smoking, enjoying watching her try and get herself onto him.

Smoke grabbed himself, teasing her entrance with the head. She was tight, it was always a fight trying to get in her.

"Arch it up for me baby," he groaned.

Lifting her hips, he slipped right in. Both howling from the swift entry.

"Fuck," they both moaned.

Annie started riding him slow. Hands pinned to his chest. She felt like she was suspended in air. He was filling her up to the brim.

"Ride that dick baby," he kissed her neck. Sucking and licking deep into her spot. He placed his hand on the back of her neck to help guide her.

What was once and slow ride, turned rapid.

He was meeting her thrust for thrust. Pounding into her pussy from the bottom. She was squirting all over him, ruining his pants.

"You so deep in me, " she was floating. It feel like a deep hug, she could feel him from the top of her head, to the bottom of her feet.

"You sooo deep in me Smoke," she wailed. She lifted her body up, to get away from the overwhelming feeling at the bottom of her stomach.

"Sit on this fucking dick baby, let me put my nut in you," he demanded. Smoke grabbed her waist and yanked her back onto him, "Don't run from me."

She folding right into him, throwing her arms around him, clinging to his chest and his continued his assault on her pussy. She couldn't do nothing but take it.

Feeling like she was going to explode she clawed at the seats, the back of his head, his suit jacket. Trying to find something to grab.

"I'm bout to cum in you Mama, open that pussy up for me," he grunted.

"Elijah, I'm bout to cum all over your dick. You fuckin me so good. Keep fucking me just like that," she was begging.

Orgasm crashing over them both. Heavy panting. Foggy windows. Smoke in the air.

They stared into eachothers eyes, sharing a quiet moment between them.

And then,

"I should get you high more often."

the end.

yeah, i saw it and i took it. enjoy. thanks for the idea!!🩵 hope i did it some justice!

thanks for reading!!!

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