#hope mikaelson x fem reader

[fandoms--fluff]

Hey I was wondering if you could do another os yn mikaelson Hope baby sister we’re when Hope has to go to school like something happen and yn appears magical in Alaric office and scream like a little girl that scared yn and macke her cry the super scuad hires and go to se what happened and Hope sea her baby sister

The Best Big Sister

Flufftober, October 7th

Baby female Mikaelson reader x Hope Mikaelson

Warnings: none

a/n: I cant tell you how much I love writing big sister hope

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You crawl around the house, you've been crawling for what seems like forever, and still no sign of your big sister. Where is she?

Your Mama and Dada seem perfectly fine and they don't seem to be worrying about where Hope is. But you are, and you want to make sure she's okay and she's not gone forever and you want her. You feel lonely. You have your parents and then your uncles and aunts, but it doesn't compare to your big sister.

You slump back down onto the ground, your back leaning against one of the walls in Hope's bedroom.

As you think of Hope and how much you want her, a tingly feeling goes throughout your entire body. One second you're on the ground of your sister's room, and the next you're sitting in a small office room. It kind of looks like Uncle Elijah's study.

You hear a scream from across the room, only to see a grown man that you have never seen before.

"Holy shit!" Alaric explains, jumping up from his office chair, and walks towards you.

Hearing the unknown man's loud voice makes your face freeze up before big tears start falling down your cheeks. Not long after, your silent tears turn into wailing.

Alaric's face pales, not knowing what to do. Sure he's had twin girls that he raised, but he doesn't know what to do with a baby that just magically appeared in his office.

Before he knows it, five teens fill the office in alert. That is until they see who's making the noise and that the headmaster is doing nothing about it.

"Why do you have a baby?" Kaleb asks, breaking the silence. "Well, she just appeared and when I sort of yelled, she burst out crying.

Hope makes her way to the front of the small crowd and recognizes you instantly. "Oh my god, y/n, how are you here?" Hope says quietly and kneels in front of you.

Your wailing comes to a halt upon hearing your sister's voice. She picks you up into her arms and cradles you against her chest before standing back up. She turns to face the others who have confused looks on their faces.

"How exactly do you know a baby?" Lizzie asks, wanting to know straight away.

"She's my sister, I'm pretty sure it would be weird if I didn't know my baby sister" Hope answers her with a raised eyebrow. "You have a sister?!" Lizzie exclaims.

"I thought you knew?" Hope turns to Josie to confirm it. Josie was the one who had found out when she walked into Hope's room while she was on a video chat with Hayley, and you were in your guys' mother's arms.

"She does. I did tell you, Lizzie, that Hope has a little sister" Josie turns to her twin. Hope told her that she was only allowed to tell Lizzie and to make sure that no one else would find out except the two siphoners.

"I thought you were joking about that" Lizzie states, staring at you. You look back at her, making eye contact.

Hope sighs and rolls her eyes, it's ironic how the one in this school who basically knows everything about everyone thought that a crucial fact her sister told her, was a joke.

"Why didn't we get to know any of this?" MG speaks up, referring to Kaleb and himself.

"I'll let you think it out, you'll get there eventually" Hope quips, before walking out of the office, ignoring the protesting calls from Alaric that she can't keep a baby in the school.

Like she'd ever keep her sister here with no one to watch over you 24/7 because she has classes.

When she gets up to her room, she shifts you to her hip and brings out her phone to call your guys' dad. As she dials the number, you nuzzle into the front of her shoulder, rubbing your cheek against the soft fabric of her shirt.

"Hey Dad, by any chance are you missing a cute little baby that goes by the name of y/n?" Hope smirks, noticing Klaus' distressed answer to the call.

"Yes, why?" Klaus answers immediately. "Don't worry anymore, and stop looking. She's with me. She somehow did a spell by accident, im guessing, and wound up in Headmaster Saltzman's office. She's alright and byt the looks of it is about to fall asleep, so I can maybe drive up back to the house and drop her off tomorrow?" Hope asks since she wants to spend a night alone with you, and she secretly has a bin of things for you if you ever happen to have come here anyway.

Klaus agrees after some persuading, and she hangs up. "Time for some big sister and little sister time!" She quietly exclaims and kisses the top of your head.

[svltzmans]

take it out on me - h.m.

a/n: hi! i'm trying to get back into writing longer stuff that's not in headcanon format so let's see how that goes (also this was a requested prompt and 🫣🥵)

warnings: smut (18+), dirty talk, slight nipple play? minor overstimulation? hope is stressed :(, but not for long lmao, i accidentally deleted this whole thing and had to write it again, so sorry for any mistakes :(

hope's stress-filled lifestyle was getting to her, and she knew it.

being both a full time student and monster hunter wasn't exactly the easiest thing, but she thought she would be able to handle it with ease.

that was, until, malivore decided to bombard the salvatore school with creatures during the week of final exams.

hope was constantly getting pulled away from her studies by alaric, and although she knew she was protecting herself and those she loved, she couldn't help but be annoyed.

performing well in school had always been important to hope, and not being able to prepare had her brain in shambles.

when hope finally does get to sit down to study, she just can't focus. she has too many things to think about, and she just can't seem to organize herself.

closing her book in dismay, she throws herself onto her bed and stares at the ceiling.

she decides that if she's not going to be studying, she might as well have company. picking up her phone for the first time in what feels like hours, she sends a text to her girlfriend.

exams are stressing me out and i think i'd feel better with you here.

hope stares blankly for a few minutes, awaiting a response, until she hears the door to her bedroom open.

"hey beautiful," y/n says, plopping down on the bed next to hope.

"couldn't even get a text back?" hope teases, giving y/n a quick peck on the lips.

"i was a little busy running over here."

hope can't help but laugh, admiring the girl in front of her. she was wearing an oversized sweatshirt and joggers that made her look undeniably adorable.

when y/n speaks again, there's concern in her voice.

"so, stressed about your exams, huh?"

"i just can't focus on reading my textbooks. dr. saltzman has me running around what feels like the whole world, and i'm just exhausted."

y/n's heart twinges hearing the pain in hope's voice. she rests her hand on her girlfriend's leg, hoping to provide some comfort.

"he relies on you too much. i know you're like, a powerful force and he's just an old man, but..."

before y/n can finish her sentence, hope is laughing harder than she has in days.

"you always know how to make me feel better," hope smiles, looking into y/n's eyes.

"actually, speaking of that," y/n pauses. "i had an idea."

y/n stands up, never breaking eye contact with hope. hope stares up at her, confusion in her eyes, but her questions are answered when y/n takes her hoodie off, her joggers following shortly after.

hope is speechless when she sees her girlfriend in a set of deep red lace. the color compliments y/n's skin perfectly, the material extenuating hope's favorite parts of her.

"god, y/n," hope chokes out. "what's this all about?"

"i thought i could, help with the stress," y/n seduces, wrapping her legs around hope's waist and resting her hand on her girlfriend's face. "maybe you could take it out on me, huh?"

the second y/n finishes speaking, hope pulls her into a passionate kiss, y/n's hands still resting on her face.

"i knew you'd like this surprise," y/n teases in between kisses.

"you're so beautiful," hope responds, holding y/n's waist tightly.

"take it off, hope."

without another word, hope makes quick work of taking off y/n's lace bra and underwear, throwing them across her bedroom before doing the same to her own.

unable to help herself, hope cups y/n's chest, running her fingers lightly across her nipples. y/n lets out a guttural moan, her fingers in hope's hair.

"fuck, hope," y/n slurs before giving hope a gentle push, encouraging her to lay on her back.

"i'm gonna fuck you until you can't think of anything else but me, nevermind stress about anything," y/n whispers, lightly kissing hope's neck.

y/n continues kissing down hope's body until she lands at her inner thighs, peppering them in soft pecks.

"please, don't tease y/n. need this so bad," hope whimpers, trying to raise her hips enough to ride y/n's face.

"oh i know you need this, hope. you're so wet for me already," y/n coos, just barely running her finger up hope's pussy.

"please baby, want it so bad," hope moans, her desperation growing by the second.

"want what, pretty girl? you gotta tell me what you want, or i can't give it to you." y/n knows that bringing hope to the brink of insanity makes the entire experience more gratifying.

"i need you to eat me out, y/n," hope begs.

satisfied by hope's response, y/n's tongue finally makes contact with her, sending hope into a state of ecstacy immediately.

hope feels like she can't contain herself, not even attempting to keep her voice down. she pulls y/n closer by her hair, unable to get enough of her.

hope's moans only motivate y/n, her pace quickening with every noise out of hope's mouth.

"can't be stressed if you're busy cumming on my face, pretty girl," y/n teases, hearing hope only get louder at the sound of her words.

"you just, you feel so good y/n," hope writhes as she speaks, her voice shaking.

y/n is relentless, not wasting a second. she knows how badly hope needs this. how badly hope needs her.

luckily for hope, the feeling was mutual.

y/n was in awe of the way hope looked under her, the desperation and need vibrant in her eyes.

without hesitation, y/n thrusts a finger into hope, earning a near-scream from her girlfriend.

"oh god y/n, more," she whines, trying to coax the girl into adding another finger.

when she does, the combination of y/n's fingers and mouth are almost too much for hope, sensitivity coursing through her body.

"need to cum baby, can't take any more," hope whines, struggling to form a full sentence.

"then cum for me, beautiful. let it all out," y/n talks hope through her orgasm, enjoying every second of her reaction.

hope somewhat collapses, her legs lightly shaking and her cheeks flushed.

"i don't think i'm stressed anymore," hope laughs, y/n soon joining her.

"always here to help."

[mmakkdl]

I WANT TO SEE MORE HOPE MIKAELSON X FEM READER ON HERE i am deprived of it , tired of the lack on here😔 justice for my girl 🤞🏼

[saltnpepperprentiss]

Payback is a b*itch

Hope x fem reader

*not my gif*

Sunmary: You're Hope's best friend and she's finally got her humanity back. Which is great except the tribrid has been ignoring you and you don't know why.

A/N: so I wrote this before the episode where Hope actually turned her humanity back on and also naturally I assumed Landon would come back to life so he is in here too, briefly... And then forgot about it😬 anyway I hope you like it. Thought I'd post something since legacies has been canceled. Also I've never posted a fic on Tumblr so if this isn't right, I'm so sorry.

🦇🐺🧙🏻🦇🐺🧙🏻🦇🐺🧙🏻🦇🐺🧙🏻🦇🐺🧙🏻

The music is blasting so loud you feel the ringing echo in your ears. The party Lizzie Saltzman had planned as a welcome back for Hope and herself got more rowdy as the hours ticked closer to midnight. Yet you hadnt seen the tribrid anywhere all night. Ever since her humanity came back and she finally returned to the school (after taking a break to physically be with her family) you hadn’t really had the chance to speak to her , let alone see her.

It's as if she had busied herself with enough tasks to help around the school to make up for what her no humanity self had put them through. Not that she had to , everyone had forgiven her and found ways to move on yet it had never been easy for Hope to do the same.

You knew she’d been on a mission today with Alaric and Landon in recruiting some potential new students. Though you’re pretty sure they’d been back for a while and yet no sign of the auburn haired girl had been in sight.

Until of course you catch the tail end of a conversation between her and Landon,  not so far off from the party.

“I know I said I’d give us another shot but I don’t think it’s a good idea” you heard Landon say.

“What? Just because we got into an argument during the mission? You’re giving up that easily?” Hope answers and you can hear the hurt in her voice. You don’t mean to be listening in on what seems to be a very private conversation , but you also cant stop yourself. Neither can you stop yourself from slowly moving towards their direction.

“of course not! But between you throwing yourself into hero mode and your weird obsession with y/n lately I think you're just using us as a distraction for what you really want”

What?- was that your name? Did you really hear that or was your brain messing with you. Your cheeks felt warm , your heart racing at the idea that maybe , just maybe your secret crush you’ve had on Hope Mikaelson all this time could lead to something more.

By the time you try to refocus on the conversation its over. Landon's gone and Hope is left staring into the dimly lit  part of the woods leading back to the school. It’s then that you realize you’ve stalked your way towards the tribrid and that she probably knows you’re behind her so it’s not like you could just turn around and pretend you know nothing.

“How much did you hear” Hope asks , her back still to you , no way to tell if she’s mad or not.

“Not much” you start, “actually enough, is this why you’ve been ignoring me?” you decide you might as well be honest.

“I haven’t been ignoring you!” Hope exclaims.

Your brows furrow , her back was still towards you and you could tell her shoulders were tense. What was wrong with liking you? You move closer towards the tribrid with determination. Suddenly the frustration of her ignoring you all this time comes bubbling to the surface. So what if she doesn’t like you , you were friends first, best friends even. You don’t just ignore friends.

“Then why won’t you even look at me Hope?” you ask , your voice rising slightly when  the tribrid still wouldn’t turn around.

“I’m scared of what I’ll do to you”

What does that even mean? Her humanity was back on , why would she hurt you? Even when her humanity was off she barely touched you instead making you unconscious when you tried to stop her from leaving. So why would that warrant such a reaction from her?

You’re standing close enough now that you can see the way the shorter girls chest is rising and falling faster with every breath. Was she upset? If only she’d turn around and actually speak to you.

“I’m more scared of what you won’t do” you finally answer. Maybe Hope realized that your friendship just wasn’t enough for her or that she didn’t need you. But why would Landon mention her having an obsession with you if that were true? What did he know that you didn’t.

You’ve had enough of this , you grab a hold of Hopes wrist but before you know it she’s spinning around , eyes flashing golden before you feel it. The softness of her lips pressed harshly against your own. You barely have a chance to reciprocate before she pulls away , her eyes now back to blue searching yours for any sort of sign.

“I- Hope” you try to speak but you can’t find the words. What could you possibly say when your long time crush who you thought had no interest in you that way just kisses you?

“I’m sorry I should’ve asked first but ever since my emotions came back these feelings for you just wouldn’t go away— I didn’t even know I had them until a few weeks ago when I saw you at football practice and realized I really , really wanted to kiss you  after you winked at me- winked! You just winked , you’ve done it before and I never felt that way but then it happens now and all I could think about was kissing you!”

You’re still staring at Hope , eyes wide. First the kiss and then a rambling confession , your brain was still processing realizing Hope liked you.

You’re still holding onto her wrist,  your grip tight but not enough to hurt her. Well you don’t think you could even if you tried. Her gaze lowers to where you’re holding onto her then back to your lips , they linger there for another second before she is looking back at you waiting almost pleading for you to say something, anything. Her cheeks are practically red after that ramble and all you could do was stare gobsmacked.

But you still have no words. So you do the only thing that comes to mind and tug her into your chest. The shock is evident on her face not expecting you tugging her closer but then your free hand caresses her cheek and you feel her eyes on your lips once more once it settles that this is happening. You are going to kiss her. Hope leans in even more , a chill running through her as your hand trails towards her neck and then rests at the nape before pulling her in and just before your lips touch you ask “is this okay?”

The way her breath fans your face as she let’s out a breathy chuckle makes your stomach do somersaults. This was really happening. You were really here in the woods , inches away from Hope Mikaelson's face ready to kiss her. And have her kiss you , AGAIN.

“More than” She whispers out before connecting your lips once more. This time it’s softer , this time you kiss back with no fervor like you can feel Hope is trying to induce. Instead your kisses are languid , you savor each touch ,every taste you get from her lip balm. Bubblegum , not what you expected but not like you’re complaining.

You break a part minutes later , the fire in the tribrids eyes tell you she wants more. Craves it. And sure you want it to but not tonight. Tonight all you want is her and you spending the night catching up on lost time. And if you maybe decide to tease her with lingering touches or skillfully placed kisses through the night or even cutting off the makeout sessions when you feel it starting to heat up and it makes her blue eyes shine golden  in frustration. Well let’s just say she deserves it for ignoring you all this time.

Payback is a bitch.

[ephedrathirsts]

Sire Bonds

Synopsis: You are sire-bonded to the bloodthirsty, coldhearted, no humanity trybrid Hope Mikaelson. As your love for her increases so does her destain for you.

Contains: mentions of blood, assault, sexual content, dom!Hope x sub!reader, semi MasterxSlave relationship, fingering (reader receiving), afab reader, degradation, feeding, aged up characters

Pairings: No Humanity!Hope Mikaelson x Fem!Reader

Author's note- This is the first time I am posting any of my works so please be kind! Also if you have any feedback on what could be improved I would very much appreciate it!

Word count- 980

  The breeze was swishing fallen cherry blossoms playfully in cadence with an Elvis Presley song, whining out into the automobile. The sun was adorning your reflection in the rearview mirror. Primroses, crocuses and pulmonarias mixed with almonds, amber, and musk tickled the senses. A bare path uncovered, secured away between country cottages. Days of damp grass, lounging under the sun’s caress and fingers laced with the promise of forever danced before your eyes.

 You soaked up her silhouette, marveling at her beauty. She was all leather and rips, edges and nicks. Although at first glance she appeared the same, she had morphed into a cruel, ruthless beast. Hope, the one that drew out your blood and feasted on your flesh, leaving you to wilt and wither, had captured your mind, chained your heart to hers.  

 She had never meant to have you and neither to keep you. You were to be a convenience, a warm artery for her to pierce and suck dry, but yet you had more to supply. You rose up again with a sudden thirst set deep within and her name on your lips. Unbeknownst to her, she had turned you. You were now a knight walker, cursed to roam the Earth beside her until the dawn of time.

 You were engrossed by her, obeying all of her commands, without wishing for anything in return. You lived to serve her- a slave of blood and amour.

 As you were passing by specks of houses on the road, you smiled to yourself, looking out at the life awaiting you. Hope let go of the steering wheel and dragged you by the jaw, extracting pained gasps out of you.

"I can hear you thinking. Stop being so joyful or I’ll throw you out onto the pavement. " She spat through gritted teeth, discarded you, and took hold of the wheel again. "You haven’t made any progress with controlling your powers. A useless pet is of no need to me! " She eyed her passenger with detest.  

   Your back hit the seat with a thud. You had disappointed her; you were unworthy of her care and love. No matter how much you tried, you would never be deserving of her affection. You turned away ashamedly and peered at your wrist- the Mikaelson crest marked onto it and circled your skin with your thumb in a soothing manner.

    The day peeled off lazily from the sky, making way for constellations to glisten down on you. You had arrived home, a slender province chalet. Fireflies were buzzing busily around the patio, flickering over grapevine leaves. The air was ripe with whiffs of rain and weeds. The stone-clothed trail illuminated the moon’s indolent glow. You followed your mistress through the mahogany door.

"I want my dinner and a glass of red." Hope declared yawnfully. She made her way to the ottoman in the middle of the rustic room and put her feet up. You poured her a glass of Tempranillo and put it down on the iron tray next to her. You crawled to her on the cushioned seat, pulled your hair back and offered her your neck.

  She scoffed at you. "You want me to feed off of you again, feed off of my own blood! Do you take me for a mere narcissist? " You glanced up at her apologetically, tears weighing your eyes at her vicious rejection. You laid your head atop her knees. She stroked it softly and sipped on her drink. "You are so pathetic, aren’t you?" You nodded in agreement.

  "Stand up! Face me!" she pulled onto a strand of your hair and whispered stringently into your ear. You followed her command with anticipation of what's to come.

The trybid caressed your cheek and pulled you in close to her. She brushed your bottom lip with the pad of her thumb and kissed you gently. Her tongue slithered into your mouth, forming patterns with yours. She bit on your swollen lip, making you whimper. Pushing your hair back, she planted wet open-mouth kisses from your jaw, down your neck and collarbone. She sucked on your skin, feeling you shiver in pleasure under her touch.

 Hope’s hands landed on your hips, one creeping up your breasts. She undressed you from the waist up and pushed you down on your back, leaving lines of saliva over your stomach as she was gliding her tongue up and down your body. You moaned when you felt her nibbling on your nipple and pinching the other.

  "You enjoying yourself, gorgeous?" she chuckled arrogantly.

  "Mhm… I want you so bad…" is all you could muster.

   "Good." Hope reached down to your zipper and found her way to your dripping cunt. "God, you are so wet already."

She kissed you again, passionately, while inserting three of her fingers inside your core. You gasped in ecstasy. The girl thrusted her hand in and out of you, stretching you out, and played with your clit.

You bit down on your lips to stifle your moans. You were a mess- body shaking and twitching as your mistress toyed with you. You tightened around her digits, your cunt pulsing feverishly with each and every pump.

   "It would make me very happy if you were to coat my fingers with your cum." Hope purred seductively. You looked up into her eyes as you started to feel your release wash over you. You screamed and groaned, colliding rapidly with Hopes’s hand.

The trybrid flashed her fangs and bit your neck, treating herself to a well-deserved diner. You whined in pain and pleasure, closing your eyes and gripping the sides of the ottoman hard. Fireworks flashed before you as you squirted all over her fingers.

 Hope detached her mouth from your bleeding neck and grabbed your throat forcefully. "This didn’t mean anything to me and neither do you." She squeezed hard, let go of you unamusedly, stood up, and made her way out of the room.

[bumblesimagines]

“I’m not easily scared, but right now I’m terrified.”

Hope

“I’m not easily scared, but right now I’m terrified.”

With Halloween in full force, Alaric had decided to allow the students to take part in the towns festivities. While most took part in the maze or bought caramel coated apples, Kaleb had issued a challenge.

"I bet none of you can go through the haunted house." Landon had notably gulped at his words.

And so, it had begun.

You walked alongside Hope, hearing Kaleb and MG shriek up ahead every few minutes from the jumpscares. Hope had been able to keep a stone cold facade but as seconds ticked by, she grew more and more jumpy.

“I’m not easily scared, but right now I’m terrified.” She admitted, eyes jumping from corner to corner, searching for the next cast member. You chuckled, opening your mouth to tease her only for a masked figure to jump out from around the corner. A shriek escaped the tribrid followed by a flustered groan.

"Miss Hope Mikaelson... scared by some pitiful humans." You teased lightly. "How the mighty have fallen."

"I saw you flinch!" She huffed but despite her embarrassment, she scooted ever so closer to you.

[asvterias]

𝖡𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖢𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 ~ 𝖧𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝖬𝗂𝗄𝖺𝖾𝗅𝗌𝗈𝗇

Part 2

Warnings: F/F Smut, 18+ Content, G!P Hope, Blood Feeding, Vaginal Fingering, Bar Sex, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex, Praise Kink, Slight Degradation, Oral Sex (both receiving and giving)

Pairings: No Humanity!Hope Mikaelson x Black!Female!Bartender Reader

Summary: Ever since your (adopted) cousin, Camille died, you haven't been your normal cheery self. But what happens when an old flame from your past – well cami's past meets you again, will you distinguish the flame of yours. Or will you relight it and be a lesbian reincarnation of klaus and cami?

Author’s Note: This really doesn't go according to legacies season 4 plot.

Word Count: 4,722

*gif is not mine, it comes from [x]*

The sounds of loud noises which intermingled with numerous others, Hope and Lizzie walked in, signaling the bell to ring. The scenery was overcomed by loud chattering and up-beat music playing in the background. The two supernatural's survey their surroundings before their eyes land on you by the counter, serving drinks to the customers.

“I'm gonna go feed on miss hot bartender over there,” Hope advises the blonde vampire who just rolls her eyes. “Make yourself useful and don't bother me.” She started to march towards the bar counter, sitting when she gets close to a chair.

If hope was being honest, you were dead drop gorgeous. Starting off with your flawless (hair color) which was styled into two big plaits on the front and was connected making it look like this.

Your brown mocha skin complimented your heart shaped face which trailed down to your plump lips. Which came down to your face, your (eye color) was captivating and than came your breasts, luckily your shirt covered all of it so there wouldn't be any lurking men around. Your waist give away your curves so your pants fitted you perfectly.

“Hi, what can I get for you?” You asked politely, a warm smile present on your face.

“Hmmm...well , what I really want is not on the list,” Hope started off, her eyes already changing her gold color. Cocking your head slightly as your eyebrows furrowed in question at the mikaelson's statement, “I'm looking for something more a bit more lively, if you know what I mean.” Your reaction showed no concern or curiosity, like you were already used to this.

You weren't really scared at this point and for some reason Hope wanted to scare you. Rumors were spread around saying that Hope Mikaelson, the almighty tribid and orphan had shut off her humanity.

You just blinked at this, “Look, I'm no riddler solving, so what the hell does that mean?” Hope backtracked at this, wanting to at least scare you before killing you. You seemed like a hard case and Hope wanted to crack you open into several little pieces.

“What don't I just show you, beautiful?” Hope responded with a wink before turning to the entrance. It was rare that you received compliments from anyone really. But, boy, were you glad that you can't see black people blushing cause if not you'd be a bright tomato. Her hearing of sense picked up on someone shuffling to the door which caused you to turn your gaze.

With the help of the bell which notifies you when someone walks in. Luckily for her, a grown man had just arrived in, heading straight towards the bar counter.

“Hey, can I get a b–“ Hope grabbed his wrist and twisted it, making you flinch at the bones cracking. Now letting her true face form, she viciously bit into the man's neck enjoying the pained reaction from him. Even when draining him, the tribid kept a study on your heart rate and surprisingly it wasn't speeding up or slowing down.

From the man's screaming, it alerted everyone else in the bar to witness the horror scene taking place. Everyone swiftly exited out of the bar with loud murmurs as they shoved one another, desperate to leave not wanting to be hope's next meal.

“Why did you do that?” You asked, seeing that you now have an empty bar.

“Well, because I wanted to.” Hope shrugs, dropping the dead body on the floor with impacts to a loud thud.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now? Now, I have to clean up the mess that you caused.” You scoffed, inspecting the body, grimacing at the awful sight. How the fuck were you going to get rid of this body?

“It's okay, princess, don't touch that disgusting body with those pretty little hands of yours.” She reassured you lightly, stopping you mid-way. You swear that you saw a bit of light flickering her eyes but it quickly vanished when she started to call out, “Lizzie! Come here!”

The said vampire walked in with a scowl on her face, “What Hope? Do I look like some lap dog to you?”

“Well, you're sired to me and I command you to throw this body away for me.” Lizzie lets out a huff and picked up the corpses leg and began dragging it out of the bar, probably mumbling something about being a lap dog. Once the blonde was out of your eyesight, the tribid turned her body to you.

Starting to engage in your same conversation, Hope spoke as she surveyed the racks of drinks on display, “You know, you like a challenge don't you?” She squinted her eyes, a bit of curiosity and humor behind those words. Something about you was clearly intoxicating to her and she wants to find out.

Even the almighty tribid loves a challenge every now and then. So to make things more interesting, Hope came up behind you and wrapped her arms around your waist as she let out a huge sigh.

“Well, I'm a little daredevil if I say so myself.”

“Oh sweetheart, you have no idea who you're talking to.” The young Mikaelson chuckles, running her fingers slowly down your arm making you shiver at the small sensation. On instinct, you turned your head the opposite way, already feeling her eyes burning into your skull.

Knowing that if you look in her eyes, you would be enticed into them without no way out. For some reason you felt that electric spark up in you and you were for certain sure that Hope felt the same. At the end of the night, you two would enamored and controlled by lust too focus on anything else.

“Well, why don't you prove it?” You reasoned, turning around just in time enjoying the way her eyes darken. For the first time in her newly well adapted life, she was confused but also intrigued.

I guess the same can be said for her dick because it was hard. She didn't even know if it was sexual lust or just blood lust but she guesses that she can have both. Hey, just because a vampire's humanity is shut off doesn't mean that they can't have sex. Right?

“Oh, I'll prove it to you alright.” You swear that you almost heard a growl erupt from her lips. Having no chance to at least oblige, she turned you around so fast fully that you almost lost your balance. Now facing her, letting out a deep breath as you both, look at each other lustfully taking in the other's face features.

Being an impatient girl, you intiatied the first kiss with your hands on her cheeks and you felt Hope's hands wander around your waist. She ripped open your shirt which revealed your purple lace bra in the warm atmosphere. Bringing her body closer to yours as she breathes in your scent, her eyes started to change from her hazelnut eyes to yellow eyes with veins started growling underneath her eyes.

She softly bit into your neck which was accompanied by a tiny groan which made your legs grow suddenly weak. Realizing your state, Hope picked you up from your thighs and placed you on the bar counter. Continuing her work, the puncture wound was already made and she began drinking your blood. Your blood was sweet like fresh honey or a refreshing lemonade.

God, she was so addicted to your blood that she never wanted to stop. Hope realizes that if she doesn't soon stop, she'd end up killing you – even though that was her first instinct when she arrived to the bar. She didn't want to stop but her urges were taking over. For her werewolf side, she needed to mark someone in the time span and you were the perfect opportunity.

“Do you want this?” Hope asked.

“Does it look like I'm fucking stopping you?” You replied but was silenced by her popping open your bra, letting your breasts roam free. She placed her fingers on your brown nipples, feeling them harden at her touch alone.

“I'm gonna fuck you until you can't walk.”

You exhaled out, “Oh, well, what are you waiting for?” Without any more response, she quickly unzipped your jeans, watching them pool around your ankles when they drop to the floor. Using her vampire speed, you were fully onto the counter and Hope was hovering over you and starts kissing down your neck.

Slowly becoming unbearable as she kissed between your inner thighs. She knew what she was fucking doing to you and kept on playing with you. A shock of electricity shooting through your body as she sucked harshly at your bundle of nerves.

“Oh, fuck,” You whimpered, hand combing through her hair and gripping it tightly. The sting had her groaning and pushing her face further into your cunt, humming at the sweet taste of your slickness coating her tongue. The vibrations had been enough to send another wave of pleasure through you as you let out a shaky sigh as you lulled your head against the concrete counter.

She pressed her tongue into your entrance. Prodding gently and earning whines from you. “Stop teasing me.” At your request, the tribid began to devour you. You moaned as you felt her tongue press against your squishy walls.

It felt like her tongue had a mind to it's own because when you looked down at her, she found you staring at her with a calm and collected aura in your eyes. Taking apart each detail of your body and face as she worked you to the limit. Then there it was. Sweet release. Lulling your head back in pleasure as you let your juices flow all over her tongue.

The auburn chuckled before pressing the pads of her fingers against your clit, almost immediately causing a breathy moan to erupt from your throat. She was circling it with a delectable pace, flicking it slightly with her middle finger before pinching it between her digits.

“Good girl.” She was cooing praises in your ear, egging you on and watching herself flex and scissor her fingers inside your dripping cunt — just chasing that delicious orgasm, growing nearer and nearer.

A calm silence between the two of you, she pulled her fingers out looking at you pressing her fingers inside your mouth and your eyes fluttered closed as you sucked your cum off her fingers, she shoved her fingers into your mouth causing you to gag opening your eyes to look at her.

No verbal response was given. Only a third finger pressing into your entrance and her tongue flat against your clit as you rocked your hips feverishly. It was enough to send you over the edge, grabbing onto her hair to ground yourself. Hips bucking erratically with a shuddering moan escaping past your lips.

“Please don't stop,” You panted. Smirking at you, curling her fingers to touch your g spot, your back arching onto the cold counter. Your bare shoulder colliding against the counter, “Fuck!” You cried, riding your hips against her fingers.

“Fuck, you look so pretty, falling apart on my fingers,” She whispered, looking up at fucked your state. “Look at me, slut! Making such a mess of yourself.” Her fingers went faster, circling that engorged clit of yours with three fingers, so near to unraveling from her utterly dirty words alone.

You were nodding so exuberantly, her middle and ring fingers slipping inside you with little resistance and pumping with a fervent pace. But god, her own fingers weren't enough— you bet that they couldn't fill you up. The tent on her pants was visible and was eager to fuck you.

“Hope, please- need your help,” You whined, fingers slowing and growing tired, but the heat and throbbing between your thighs never ceased. “Make me cum. Please!”

“Come on, princess. Cum for me again,” She ordered, slapping you onto your pussy.

Gasping at the initial sting but found it that it turned her on a lot. Mewling softly, she rubbed your pussy and smacked it again enjoying in delight seeing your hips jerk at the action. You're squirming, sweaty, and soaked in more ways than one and Hope was the only reason you were like this.

As you felt another orgasm stir in the pit of your stomach which was accompanied by the slight aftershocks of the last few, you raised a limp hand to push Hope away.

“Too much..” You whimpered, doe eyes leaking fresh tears, as Hope looked back up at you with the same carnal desire written in her pupils when she split apart your legs waning a shocked gasp from you. The moonlight bouncing off your mocha skin.

“Sweetheart, we're just getting started.”

Fingers slipping inside of you at a pace that had your eyes rolling back from the friction, you raised your lips to let out a moan. Soon enough, you're releasing all over her fingers as you received body spasms. Giving you a few minutes to catch your breath from the intense orgasm.

“You can put that mouth to better use.” Hope growled watching your tired state. Slowly getting off the table, you got on your knees and gasped in astonishment. Fuck, she was big. The huge tent in her jeans was growing visible by the second.

Looking up at her as she raised an eyebrow in response waiting for you to do something. “Or you just gonna stand there or are you gonna suck me?”

Gasping as you drop to your knees instantly as her eyes follows yours, teasingly unzipping her jeans feeling the large bulge pressed against your hand. Taking you by surprise, her cock sprung out already dripping with precum which you made you water at the sight.

Grabbing her member in your hand pumping it at a fast pace, Hope groaned titling her head back trying to keep herself in composure. Surprising her by placing a kiss on her tip, taking her slowly past your lips, a gasp fell from her lips from above. Hope's eyes flickered open, staring at you in awe, humming and pulling back then you lick a stripe up the underside of her shaft. she grabs your hair making it in a makeshift ponytail, her blue crystal eyes bore into yours.

Repeating the action, this time you sucked lightly and stroked her shaft at the same time, above you Hope's vampire face flickered for a moment. Pulling away and spitting over your hand, pumping her again. Giving it a few more pumps before removing your hand, starting to lick all over her member before deepthroating it. Running her hands through your hair, her hips bucking towards your mouth.

“Hmmm...I never knew that you could take dick so well.”

It was all she needed to release right now, getting a full naked view of you, on your knees giving her the best blowjob she ever had. Grabbing your head instinctively, she pushes you against her cock, roughly face fucking, you comply making sure to hit the back of your throat.

Hot white sperm released in your mouth, which you swallowed all immediately, some of it landed on your face as well, pumping her shaft to drive out her orgasm, groaning as you do so. “Oh god!”

“You've been such a good girl for me,” The tribid continued letting you get up before placing you back onto the counter, “I think that you deserve a good fucking, don't you think so princess?”

Sliding in slowly as your walls encase themselves around her dick, it kinda hurted. Practically wincing at the size, it felt like you were losing your virginity all over again. Luckily, Hope noticed your distressed state and began to speak up, “Ohhh...don't tell me that you've never had someone this big.” Hope teased.

Hope wanted to laugh since you were so demanding a few minutes ago and now you're wincing at that size of her. Maybe you just needed a good fucking to learn your lesson. You breathed out, “No, I just need to get used to your size.”

“Ready when you are.” Hope complied, already grabbing at your hips to hold you down. Giving her a shift nod in response, she pushed herself deeper into you. Getting used to your pattern, Hope started to go rougher enjoying the sounds that erupts past your lips. The faster she went, the more used you got to it.

“Just imagine, someone walking in just to see me fucking a slutty bartender.” Hope teased, holding your hips down as she thrusted into you for good effect making your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Fuck, [name].” Her thrusts started to become sloppy but that didn't slow her down.

“W-what if someone walks in?” You stammered out which was followed by a loud moan. Even when you are good situations, you always managed to worry about your surroundings. Which can be a problem, especially in your case.

“Then, I'll deal with them but you just shut up and let me fuck you and this tight pussy of yours. Okay.” Hope complied, panting lightly. Deciding too take spice things up, you grabbed ahold of her shoulders and pulled yourself up. So your new position was with your legs hooked around your waist and your arms onto her shoulder blades while she kept you upright by the waist.

“Ohh, we're switching positions now?” It was like she was amused by this but didn't let that stop her. Now her werewolf senses were kicking in so she backed up against the wall opposite the entrance of the door. So you could easily see your body toward the door and hope's back toward them.

You moaned against her lips your orgasm coming closer, “Fuck Hope, I'm gonna cum.”

“Me too.” She hummed pounding into you with the help of her werewolf strength a bit faster while her dick squeezed around your tight walls. Having no luck of containing your moans, you found a free hand and used it as a silcencer.

“No one's here. We can be as loud as you want.” Hope cooed lightly watching you remove your hand from our mouth, “That's much better, don't you think? Besides I wanna hear you screaming my name.” By the way how roughly Hope was fucking you, she's surprised at how you didn't break.

Her forehead pressed against your collarbone as you threw your head back, “Shit! Fuck, I'm gonna cum.” You warned her, eyes squeezed shut, desperate to meet the brink of your orgasm. You clenched around her dick as you saw stars behind your eyelids and you came around her dick but she didn't fucking you until she came sighing lightly.

“Oh god, Hope.” You rejoiced,

“That's right angel,”

The scenery took place as lizzie started walking toward the door but stopped herself when she heard glass breaking and the faint sounds of moans.

“You've got to be kidding me.” Lizzie grumbles, “Here I am doing services like some lap dog while Hope gets laid.”

"Told you we could have some fun." Hope settled you down as she start putting back on her clothes, “But I've got to go, people to torture.”

“Hmm....why don't you stay a little longer.” You persuaded.

Hope pauses for a second, trying to process your words in her brain. She almost gave in but stopped herself from doing so. You wanted her to stay but if she stays than she will start getting attached to you. Soon enough, you would bring her humanity back and she definitely didn't want that. So the Mikaelsons do what they do best— they push their loved ones away to avoid any more drama.

“You will forget about Hope Mikaelson and continue your night.” She compelled you, watching your pupils dilate to her command.

“I will forget about Hope Mikaelson.” You repeated in a monotone voice and stared off gaze. “…and I'll continue my night.”

“I'm sorry, princess but I have to do what's necessary to protect you.” Hope shrugs before leaving the bar which resulted into the bell ringing. Once she was out of your view, you blinked once and pulled out a empty packet from your purse which had the words in bold VERVAIN.

Of course, you weren't stupid about the supernatural world but kept your mouth shut and took vervain daily. Luckily, you had Vincent do a spell to make sure that Hope couldn't taste your vervain when she drank from you.

So seducing her again didn't work. You needed a new plan and one fast. But that was that, you'd have wait till tomorrow. Sighing silently, you walked into the back and grabbed a cloth and began wiping down the tables and began throwing empty beer bottles in the trash.

Back to Hope's point of view after she left the bar and onto the road. Than she's suddenly stopped by herself, the Humanity Hope. No Humanity Hope rolled her eyes at this, “What the hell do you want now?”

“You pushed her away.”

“At least I didn't kill her. That's got be a bonus.”

“Why are you doing this to ourself?” Humanity Hope questioned.

“Because, I've never been more carefree in my life so I'm embracing it now. Besides, [name] is nothing more than a measly fling to me. Her body was fire, I'm not gonna lie but she's just a random hookup.” She nonchalantly replies back, gaze focused on her nails. “Look are you done here? I've got places to be, people to kill. Though one person in particular only comes to mind.”

The two Hope's were a good away distance, too wrapped up in their conversation to even notice that you were in a grave danger. Two men, obviously armed and their identities are concealed so this was gonna be an easy take out. The sound of glass breaking alerted Hope as she quickly diverted her attention. From the sound range, it was close and it came directly from the bar that you were working in.

“Still think that she's just some meaningless fling?” Humanity Hope questioned as No Humanity Hope glared at herself before speeding back inside the bar. Luckily for you, you went in the back to finish up and close up for the night — or what Hope was wishing for.

“Get the hell away from us, bitch!”

“I'll swear we'll shoot.” The other shouted, his hold on the gun was shaking.

“This is gonna be fun,” She chuckles as the two men looked at each confused, “Come on, shoot me! I'm an easy target and I can't wait to see how this pans out. for you obviously.”

Now back to you, it was clear that you hadn't hear all of the commotion because you and ear plugs were a great match together. So while you were dancing to your music, Hope was killing the two robbers with ease. Sadly, your feet moved you back into the front just in time to see Hope draining one of the robbers.

No Humanity Hope was still feeding from the second robber as you held your left wrist in pain. Now gaining her attention back onto you as she start walking towards you, “What's wrong with your wrist?”

“Nothing, I just think that I sprained it.”

“Here drink this!” Hope said, shoving her now damaged wrist in your face. “What good use of you are to me if you're just damaged all the time.” This was your only option now, so you drank some of the crimson blood. The copper on your mouth had a bit of bitterness to it and your face made a definite reaction to it.

“Thanks,” You managed to gulp the thick liquid down your throat.

“Okay, it's not safe for you here anymore.” The auburn advised you, “You're staying with me from now.” Hope demanded as she walked around trying to put everything back the way it was.

“But I have work–“

“God, I've have never seen care about their job this much.” She groans, dropping her head back in annoyance, “And that wasn't a option. Pack your bags, you're living with me.”

The car drive over to your house was immediately awkward, seeing that you're a social awkward person and Hope wanted no interaction at all. Trust me, you didn't even know why you got this job in the first place if you hate interacting with other people. Once your car came to a halt, you had eventually invited Hope in and she surveyed your mini apartment.

Disappearing behind your bedroom door as you listened to Hope's rule. Apparently Humanity Hope stayed close by wanting to pounce on her other self when she's distracted.

“Gee, stalker much.”

“I can't really stalk myself, now can I?”

“Can you quiet down? She's gonna start thinking I'm crazy.” No Humanity Hope stresses.

“Oh, so you care of what [name] thinks now?” Humanity Hope didn't mean to sound rude but rather pleased. Maybe, returning to her old selfless life would be easier than she thought.

“I know what you're doing,” She started, walking towards herself with a teasing gaze in her eyes, "”You think that the little bartender is the key to my humanity. You're so wrong.”

“Hmmm....we'll see.”

No Humanity Hope falsely smiles before shouting out, “[Name], time to go!” Waiting a few seconds later, Hope grew impatient not seeing your figure at the door. “Does she seriously not hear me?” She mutters as she began walking towards your bedroom door only to be met with you still packing.

“You know what, I'm not gonna be waiting for her for the entire day.” Hope groaned before storming into your bedroom. Irritated by the sight of you still putting clothes in suitcases. “Leave the suitcases here, you're getting new clothes.”

“But–“

“No.”

“Hope, wou–“

“Nope.”

“I'll have sex with you again.” You concluded, starting to undo your buttons.

“Really,” She smiles, her eyes lighting up when they landed on your breasts, “Can I put you in different positions this time?”

“Okay horn dog, save that for later.” You insisted, “Come on Hope, I'm hungry.” You brushed pass her, swinging your hips teasingly. Hope groaned, this was gonna be a challenge for sure.

Once you were settled into hope's apartment, you pulled out your phone and checked your notifications, still not seeing a reply from the number. Normally, Hope would have to be gone, mainly because you claimed that you needed food to survive — like any other human being would. With a reluctant sigh, the tribid had left, obviously went to the nearest grocery store.

Apparently, you had sparked Lizzie's interest and became quick friends on family issues, for some reason. By the time Hope came back, she was met with two sleeping figures sprawled out onto a bed.

Maybe tomorrow is when Hope would locate Aurora but for right now, let's just take one day at a time. If Hope was being honest at the moment, she was jealous at the amount of touching that you and Lizzie were unconsciously doing. So to settle things, she gently picked you up and placed you in a separate bed before leaving to her own bedroom.

Keeping your eyes shut for a few moments before you sneakily peeked one open and the other followed. Rummaging through your bag, you found your phone and quickly turned it on. Tapping onto the message app, you click on your most recent number.

You texted back:

[You]: The plan is set. Start arranging the meeting.

Hope’s aunt: Thanks for the heads up. Will start the meeting.

© asvterias, 2022. please do not plagiarize any of my works.

[carmesinmagenta]

Dark!Hope Mikaelson X F! Leitora parte 4

Você estava de mau-humor. Hope havia matado todos no porão enquanto você ficava na sala com a cara fechada. Hope passava todos os seus dias correndo atrás do que sabe-se lá o que ela está procurando e não dava nenhum pingo de atenção para você.

Ela está sem humanidade, okay, mas mesmo assim te mantém como esposa com afinco. Então a ruiva sabe muito bem que vocês têm um relacionamento extremamente sério e deve agir de acordo.

Assim que Hope subiu para cima, suas roupas sujas de sangue e seu rosto respingado, o que você não queria admitir, mas achava atraente.

A ruiva foi diretamente até você e cruzou os braços esperando alguma explicação para o que havia acontecido.

— O que foi? — Você resmungou.

— Disse para você não me atrapalhar, por que desceu lá sabendo que não ia gostar do que ia ver? — Perguntou irritada.

— Porque eu queria falar com você!

— Sobre? — Ela mudou de posição, colocando as mãos na cintura.

— Quero sair. — O pedido foi simples, mas Hope de imediato revirou os olhos.

— Estou ocupada! — Ela estava dando as costas já, o que te estressou mais ainda.

— Então eu saio sozinha! — Você disse se erguendo do sofá com raiva.

Hope sentiu inquietação perto do coração e suspirou cansada.

— Vou apenas tomar um banho, espera aí.

~•~

— Porque você é tão seca comigo? Você está sem humanidade, mas com certeza lembra como e ser carinhosa com alguém. — Você perguntou enquanto tomava mais um gole do milkshake que Hope havia comprado para você.

— O que você achou de seca que eu fiz? — Ela perguntou confusa.

— Tudo! Você não me trata como algo diferente de um lixo! — Você respondeu indignada.

— Muito pelo contrário, eu te dou muito de mim e da minha parte amorosa! Se você fosse igual os outros para mim, já teria arrancado sua cabeça pelo quanto você me dá trabalho.

— Você é tão má... — Você repetiu a frase de antes, fazendo beiço e dando as costas para a esposa, indo com seu copo de milkshake para dentro do carro.

— Eu sinceramente não entendo. — Hope murmurou para si mesma enquanto negava com a cabeça.

[justlostinautumn]

Abandoned Part 13

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12

Klaus Mikaelson x Fem!Reader:

After her friends and boyfriend continuously leave her in danger and abandon every plan she makes for them the Originals slowly mend her breaking heart. The gang’s enemies become her friends with her and they don’t know how to feel about it. The last straw is walking in and seeing her boyfriend cheating on her and she runs to the ones who always care for her. What will the gang do when they lose something irreplaceable?

I know that this has been a long time coming and I can only hope that it lives up to what you expected! I have questions do you want redemption for anyone? Caroline? Bonnie? Stefan? (Those are the main three that I can think of, or do you want them to also be dragged down with Elena and Damon? Do you wnat to see Alaric betray Y/N?)

Y/N & Klaus:

Y/N woke up with thumping in her head from all the drinking and fun Kat, Kai and she had. She let out a small whine looking around and noting she was in Klaus’ bed but not 100% certain how she got there. Flashes of the night before coming to her mind as she slowly began to wake. She was remembering the talking and joking with everyone and Y/N couldn’t help the fond smile that came to her lips. 

She remembered a light feeling filling her chest as she realized this is what it felt like to have a family. It was a feeling that she hadn’t felt since her brother and it made her feel emotional, burying her head further into the warmth of Klaus’ bed. She felt emotionally exhausted, she had been through so much in so little time she didn’t really know what to do with herself.

Y/N licked her lips feeling the dryness in her throat from the night of laughing, drinking, singing. The ding from her phone notifies her that she just received a message. She let out a loud groan making Klaus chuckle. She blindly looked for her phone and on the screen she saw a notification from Alaric. 

Can we meet? I want to talk about everything. Ric.

She had no idea what this meeting could be about but she was going to be cautious because as much as Ric is a father to her he is also Damon’s best friend. She didn’t want to be guilted back… she didn’t want to sever another tie. She couldn’t help the distrust she felt towards Alaric, he was Elena’s guardian and Damon’s best friend… she knew that no matter what he would always do what’s best for them and as much as she hated herself for thinking it she knew that she would never be able to trust him again.

Y/N didn’t want to have to get up and deal with this. She sighed as she felt Klaus’ finger trailing up and down her back and she sighed in contentment. She knew that the fun and laughter wouldn’t last forever, but she was hoping for more than just one day.

“Come on Love, we both know you can’t hide from this. It’s better to deal with it now than later.” Klaus softly encouraged her and she groaned in response knowing that he was right, but it didn’t mean that she wanted to deal with it. The thought of burying herself under a mountain of blankets or running away seemed to be a lot more appealing than actually having to face it.

“Can’t we just hide away for the day and pretend that everything is fine and I can nurse my hangover.” Y/N grumbled receiving another chuckle from Klaus and she knew he was grinning at her and she pinched his side making him yelp in surprise making her grin up at him. This is where she wanted to be and stay, in his warmth and she knew that it was too soon after Damon and she wasn’t looking to start anything new yet, but she just wanted to stop time and stay here with Klaus.

“You are a dangerous little thing.” Klaus growls and starts to tickle her resulting in her trying to push and kick him away as she shrieks. Klaus' chest filled with warmth at her smiling face and shrieks of laughter, this is where she was always meant to be with him… and sometimes under him!

“I’m sorry.” She pants and Klaus finally gives in, Y/N pouts at him as he grins triumphantly. “Meanie.”

“Come on, up you get!” Klaus rolled out of bed and Y/N reluctantly got up and walked into the bathroom to start her day. For the first time looking in the mirror, she looked at herself and she didn’t look tired… well she looked hungover, but there was a glow about her. It was the glow of happiness, love and hope.

Klaus knew this was the perfect time to get some planning done, he wouldn’t let her go alone knowing that the Scooby Gang might try something. So, he decided to send Hayley, Tyler and Enzo a text letting them know what was happening and also to ask them if they would go just in case.

Alaric & Y/N:

Y/N slipped into the booth opposite Alaric. Y/N knew Tyler, Enzo and Haley were in the Grill watching and keeping an eye out for anything to happen. Hayley had become more protective of her little sister. It filled Y/N with that warmth that she had been seeking for so long and she didn’t mind one bit. But, she also knew that it was Klaus’ doing as well, he had become more protective too. She knew it was because he had seen her cry more in the last couple of days than she has in the whole time of them knowing each other and she knew that left him on edge… it actually left all of them on edge. Y/N isn’t usually a crier… well she just doesn’t cry in front of people.

“I see you brought company.” Alaric laughed softly, he was nervous about it. He didn’t know what Tyler and Enzo might do since it was clear the side that they had picked. But, he wasn’t all that surprised about it all. Tyler and Y/N had always been close from the moment that he first met them at the school, you could normally find the two together at some sort of mischief, but Enzo was new. Enzo was Damon’s oldest and closest friend, but somehow he got pulled into Y/N’s and Tyler’s mischievous ways and that was all there was. Enzo had taken to both of them as a sort of big brother role, he would always look out for the pair much as they looked out for him.

“They’re protective.” Y/N rolled her eyes but Alaric saw the small smile. It was contentment, he could see that she felt safe with them here. It hurt him knowing that she was nervous about meeting him, but he also couldn’t blame her for it. He knew that she wouldn’t be able to trust him like he once did and it made him sad.

“So, much has changed.” Alaric looks down at his hands and there is a sadness in his voice and it makes Y/N’s heart twinge in pain. He is one of the very few people that had been there for everything, every step of the way and she didn’t want to hurt him, but she was also incredibly scared to be burnt by them all again by trusting the wrong people. She just didn’t know how much she could trust him.

“I’m single, kinda homeless, found out I’m adopted… oh and don’t let me forget I found out that I have the werewolf gene!” Sarcasm rang through her voice and Alaric looked at her with worry. Y/N looked startled at what she had just said. She didn’t mean to say that out loud… she never wanted him to know that about her, what if he told the gang? What would they do about that bit of information?

“I won’t tell anyone and I didn’t know.” Ric said softly, he didn’t want her to think that he would’ve hidden it from her. He didn’t want her to believe that he would spill her secrets to the others and betray her like that.

“I know. This has all been a bit of a shit show hasn’t it?” Y/N laughs softly, she was still stiff and anxious about the little bit of information that she had let slip. Her eyes slipped over to Hayley who was giving her a soft smile, telling her that it would all be okay. Her eyes moved over to both Tyler and Enzo and they gave her a goofy smile, but their eyes said it all. They would protect her no matter what and it made her feel safe and assured that they could face anything!

“Where are you staying now? What’s happening with everything? Do you need anything?” Alaric spoke quickly and Y/N couldn’t help but smile at him. He’d always been quick to her rescue making sure that she had everything she needed and always a shoulder for her to lean on. She missed this, she missed him. He had been so busy with both Jeremy and Elena that they hadn’t had any time to catch up or talk.

“I’m okay. Klaus has ensured that I need and want for nothing.” Y/N smiled, but it slowly dropped and she let out a sigh, “I’m just at a loss. In two days my life has been turned upside down and truthfully I don’t know what to do with everything. It’s funny I always thought it would hurt, that what Damon and Elena did would break me. But, it wasn’t the cheating that hurt the most.” 

“I warned Damon to be good. I told him what would happen if he hurt you. I can’t believe that any of them would be so reckless with you.” Alaric was pissed, “Damon is a complete asshole for not seeing what was in front of him and he thinks you’re just going to walk through the door and take him back like he didn’t pull a load of crap on you.”

“Alaric.” Y/N laughed, finding his protectiveness amusing, but in the back of her mind she knew that he would always forgive them. He always did. She gave him a sad smile and he let out a heavy sigh. “You know you’re going to forgive them.”

“I don’t have to.” Ric argued and Y/N just gave him that sad smile that broke his heart every time. She had that look of understanding in her eyes and he knew he was lying to himself.

“You will because Damon is your best friend and you are Elena and Jeremy’s guardian. You will always forgive them because it’s who you are. Plus, Damon has done way worse things to you and you managed to forgive him for that, you’ll forgive him for this. You love them and that’s okay, because they’re your family but I can’t… not now and not anytime soon.” Y/N let out a heavy sigh and slumped in her seat as she looked around the Grill, but then spots Caroline watching her and Alaric intensely and she stiffens. Alaric frowns when he sees the hurt flashing in Y/N’s eyes. She knew he wouldn’t come alone, but she hoped he would.

“What is it?” Alaric frowns.

“I think it’s time I head back home. I’m tired and there are still things I need to sort out.” Y/N gave him a weak smile and squeeze of his hand before she started to walk away and out of the Grill with Tyler, Enzo and Hayley following behind her. When Alaric looks around his eyes settle on Caroline who has the decency to look down ashamed of being caught even though she wasn’t being subtle about it. Alaric knew then that he had lost Y/N’s trust, even if he didn’t know that Caroline would be there with Matt spying on them. He knew Y/N already had doubts rightfully so, but with them there it just confirmed it for her.

All Alaric wanted was to be neutral to be on either of their sides, but it seemed that Damon and Elena had made his decision for them and he knew that there was no way Y/N would allow him to have another chance and risk herself being used or hurt by them. 

The Gang:

Matt and Caroline had made the decision that they needed to meet everyone before Alaric could get there, they needed to know everything that they had found out. It would’ve been more if Y/N  wasn’t so observant. The one thing that seemed to stick out to Caroline was how scared Y/N seemed about telling Alaric about the fact that she had the werewolf gene. When they arrived at the Boarding House they all were waiting in the lounge.

“How did she find out that she is a werewolf? How did she not know she was a werewolf?” Elena huffed, she doesn’t understand why they are still trying to get her back, it's not like they need her really. “Well she only just found out she was adopted, so maybe they left her a letter.” Stefan pointed out, he wasn’t completely happy with what was going on. “But, Klaus knew.” Damon pointed out and there was a glint in his eye like an idea had passed through his mind. “Maybe he wants to trigger her gene and then somehow turn her into a hybrid so he can have control over her through that freaky sire bond.” “We have to get her away from them.” Elena said, clinging to Damon. Damon was quick to sooth her and pulled her closer to him and ran his hand up and down her back. Stefan glared at his brother, knowing that he wanted both Elena and Y/N. “We will.” Damon nodded reassuringly, when Elena leaned up to kiss Damon, he flinched and glared down at her in confusion at why she would try and kiss him. “What if he isn’t planning to do that?” Stefan asked, trying to play devil's advocate. “It’s Klaus Stefan!” Elena whined, she was glaring at him. Why wouldn’t he just do what she said after all both Damon and Stefan love her! “Elena’s right Klaus is evil.” Damon nodded.

Caroline didn’t know what to think anymore, there was so many conflicting feelings about everything. She also knows that Bonnie is facing a crisis of faith about everything that has been happening. She had known Y/N all her life, but she cannot remember the point in which everything became about Elena... she knew that Stefan was also confused about everything that has been going on. Caroline knew that her loyalty with Elena, but she has to question how far she was willing to go for her.

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[kasagia]

hi, can you do a one-shot for klaus, where he has a crush on y/n, and they have a one-night stand, and Klaus is sad because he thinks he won't see her again, but then he gets the news that y/n n is pregnant with his daughter (reader gets pregnant, no hayley, y/n is Hope's biological mother) and klaus takes the news well, because it's someone he loves and takes the pregnancy as an opportunity to make t /n love him.

Making her love me

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x fem! reader Word count: 7,4k (way too long, sorry not sorry) Warning(s): smut mention, panic attack (a little), swearing, and typical TVD violence. Nonsense from me: I'm so excited to post it since it's my first request/ask or whatever I should call it. I hope it's basically what you asked for, Gallus Anonymous! <3

Klaus Mikaelson loved Y/N Y/S.

The original hybrid was hopelessly in love with her since the first time he met her on his family's ball. He will always remember that day.

She looked like an angel. Well, maybe more like a devil (judging by the fact that part of her hair was arranged in two small buns imitating horns), but still, she was the most beautiful girl at the party (and maybe in the whole world).

When he saw her, dancing in her black-golden dress with one of Salvatore's brothers, he knew that this girl would be his at the end of the day. Even if he has to fight with these bloody, young vampires.

Unfortunately, Y/N didn't have the same feeling when she first saw him. As a proud member of a Mystic Falls group (who returned to the town after a school exchange), she was obligated to hate the Mikaelsons.

But she must admit to herself that the man with the British accent was incredibly hot.

Damon, noticing Klaus's sudden interest in his friend, decided to use this to his advantage and pushed Y/N into the arms of their nemesis. Klaus was delighted. Y/N disgusted.

The original hybrid stuck to her for the rest of the evening, forgetting all about Caroline. Y/N has since become Klaus Mikaelson's official distraction. And she wasn't happy about it at all.

Her friends would use the Siphon Witch whenever they needed to keep Klaus occupied or to ease his bloodlust after doing something stupid (like stealing white oak stakes right under his nose and 12 obedient hybrids. Great plan, Damon!).

Y/N would have to wisely bump into Mikaelson and spend some time with him until the Mystic Falls heroes fix the shit they made. At least the girl was much less stressed compared to her friends, and sometimes she really enjoyed the company of the hybrid.

Once, a man took her to a cafe-studio where little-known Mystic Falls artists would gather. She returned to the Salvator Brothers' estate in navy blue paint, with little constellations painted by Klaus on her face, arms, and neck. Damon barely refrained from making a sarcastic remark.

Fortunately, Stefan saved him from her very likely wrath, because every time someone makes jokes about Y/N's relationship with Klaus, she gets mad and loses control over her magic power. Once, Bonnie had to repair Stefan's motorcycle. The vampire learned his lesson then and tried not to annoy her again. Sometimes, though, he seriously considered letting his older brother cross the line. He wondered if Damon would cry over a damaged car.

With time passing, Klaus had only a stronger crush on her. Everyone knows that. Expect Y/N herself.

At best, she thought the hybrid regarded her as some sort of friend or a distraction between his villainous grand schemes. There could be no feelings between them. Not when she already had a very loving boyfriend whom the original hybrid found out about at a 1920s school party.

She bewitched him completely then. And he was ready to tell her the truth about his real feelings for her and try to make her his, but then he saw this other guy holding her like he wanted to hold her the first time he met her. For Klaus, this man didn't deserve her attention; that human didn't realize how valuable a treasure he was holding in his hands right now. Klaus wanted to go away and let Y/N enjoy dancing with this lesser man. He really does. But when she turned and looked at him with these beautiful, delightful eyes, he couldn't just disappear without exchanging one last word with her.

After all, Klaus was a selfish man.

"You don't mind if I cut into you." Klaus' voice came from behind me, making me shiver.

"Yes. Actually, we do." My boyfriend snarled, recognizing the guy who was "hanging dangerously around me." He had no idea about the supernatural shite we were in and I had no idea how to tell him all of this (or just didn't want to).

Klaus just smiled unfazed, catching his gaze.

"Why don't you go somewhere far away and come back in 20 minutes? You can be useful and bring the beautiful lady something to drink." my boyfriend dutifully obeyed, leaving me with a smug hybrid. "Shall we, love?" he grabbed my hand and pulled me to him, swaying to some slow, romantic song without waiting for my response.

"Why do you always have to prove you're the alpha male?"

"I don't have to prove anything, love, I'm the alpha male." he replied, offended. I rolled my eyes, sighing.

"You would've loved the 1920s, Y/N. Girls were reckless, sexy, and fun. They literally used to dance until they dropped." he turned me around, smiling slyly.

"Since they were so reckless and drunk, I suppose it was easier for you to find a lover then."

"You should be nicer to me. I'm leaving town tomorrow." I shifted my gaze to him, shocked by the information he had thrown at me. "I'd invite you to come with me, but we both know that you're not ready to accept my offer. Perhaps one day you'll turn up at my door and let me show you what the world has to offer."

"How many girls fell for it? A magical tour of the world with an all-powerful original who plays with them like toys?"

"You mark my words. Small-town boy, small-town life won't be enough for you." he said, completely ignoring my previous words.

"And how do you know what's enough for me?"

"Because I know you, Y/N. Do you imagine marrying that stupid man with whom you were dancing later? Giving him children, living too short to make your real dreams come true?" I wanted to look away from him, but he gently grabbed my chin, forcing me to confront him and all my fears at the same time. "You want love, trust, passion, excitement, and even a little power, and unlike this fool, I can give you all of this and more. Just say a word."

"But for what price?" I asked, taking a big breath.

I realized we were much closer than was appropriate for a dance, but neither of us cared. His gaze was moving from my eyes to my mouth. I licked my chapped lips unconsciously, stuck in some incomprehensible anticipation. Only for what?

"Kaus. Y/N. I finally found you two. We have a problem. Klaus' mother is back." Stefan interrupted the moment between us.

I swear I could hear a little swear from the hybrid before he took my hand and led me towards Stefan, who was hurrying away.

After that, T/N didn't get a chance to meet Klaus again. Since they were on opposite camps in finding the cure, Y/N tried to avoid the hybrid at all costs. He just wanted to use her. Seduce her with his sweet words to make her do everything he wanted. She had no other explanation.

Klaus, on the other hand, tried to get her out of his head in every way he knew how. He couldn't keep up with adding new canvases for the portraits of his one-sided crush. His siblings were starting to worry about him.

Especially after he found out her boyfriend was going to propose to her. (Damon has never been prouder of being a gossip boy.) This overflowed the hybrid's cup of bitterness.

Kol and Elijah walked around their brother like they were on eggshells. Rebekah, on the other hand, has no such pity. It was her occasion to tease Klaus, like he was doing whenever she fell in love (at least Rebekah didn't want to kill Y/N like SOMEONE).

But nevertheless, she was the one to tell Klaus that Y/N rejected her boyfriend's proposal. The original never loved his sister more. He was happy that Y/N was now single, and he even thought that in the near future he may have a little chance with her since there were no other competitors for her heart.

But even in his wildest dreams, Klaus would not have dared to think that Y/N would knock on his door that same day and greedily bite into his lips as soon as he opened it. And not that she'd start ripping his clothes off and pushing him into his bedroom (which surprised him, given that she knew how to get there without his directions).

He never would have thought that one night would change his life forever.

~•♤♤♤•~

Y/N's POV

I sighed, rolling over to the other side of the bed as the first rays of sunlight somehow hit my eye. I always kept the windows closed. How come I didn't do it this time? Reluctantly, I opened one eyes to look at my treacherous bedroom window, only to found out that I wasn't in my room.

Also, not in my bed.

And not in any clothes.

AND DEFINITELY NOT ALONE.

As soon as I looked at the calm, sleeping, and clearly satisfied (judging by his disheveled hair) Klaus, memories of last night started flooding back to me.

Panicked, I looked around the room for my clothes, trying to ignore the sight of overturned furniture, a broken mirror, and even a dent in the wall. Unsuccessfully. My face has never been so close to the color of my blood.

Once I'd traced my things, I carefully got out of bed and dressed as quietly as I could, closing the vampire's bedroom door behind me. Now all I had to do was get out of the house full of originals unnoticed. Simple, right?

"Y/N, darling! What a pleasure to see you this morning. How do you feel?" Klaus' little brother jumped out of nowhere and threw one arm around my shoulders, making me come inside the house again.

"Hello Kol. Bye Kol." I tried to dodge him, but he sped up to stand in front of me.

"Wait a minute half-witch. You're going to leave my brother like this? After your… noisy night? He'll be devastated. Was he not up to the task? I could teach him a bit if that's a problem for you. You have my word that within a week you won't be able to stop…"

"Kol! For the bloody hell, stop this awkward conversation. I'm sorry for him, usually we keep him in a coffin." Rebekah cut him off and stood next to him, glaring at him furiously.

"Um… no problem, I guess. If you don't mind, I'm gonna go now."

With even redder cheeks, I ran out of the mansion and, at the speed of light, got into my car, driving far away from this town. I needed rest, and I knew only one person who would be willing to take me under their roof without any questions.

"Hi Katherine. Where are you right now?"

~•♤♤♤•~

"Are you sure it's just food poisoning? Won't you die here suddenly? Do you want my blood?" Katherine flooded me with questions as I returned to our table.

It's been 2 months since my "great escape," as Damon liked to call it, from Mystic Falls. At that time, I was traveling with Katherine around the United States, doing what I wanted to do most: seeing the world (starting with small things like staying in all states). After the brunette gave the cure to Elijah (while experiencing her epic love story with him, which ended with her heartbreak over Elena's meddling and Elijah's doubts), she decided to accompany me on my quest.

I had to arrange everything in my head. What I wanted out of life, who I wanted to be, and so on.

That was the main purpose of this trip.

In fact, I helped Katherine heal her broken heart and tried to avoid the topic of Klaus Mikaelson like the plague. With small or big successes depending on the day.

Sometimes Damon, Stefan, or Bonnie would mention how snappy he'd become after my sudden departure or that he was asking them about my whereabouts. The worst was his drunken voicemails he left. They ended after the first month, but they were the biggest test of my perseverance. I had to piece my twisted life together before adding my love problems with the world's (nearly) oldest living vampire to the puzzle.

At least that was the plan until those New Orleans bitches got me.

As soon as we left the bar, some girls accosted us and knocked us out with magic. I woke up in some cold, dank, musty crypt with Katherine by my side. At least I wasn't alone. We both had a better chance of defeating those witches. The new thing in those two months was my sudden ability to do magic without any source of energy. It looked like my abilities were starting to screw up too.

"Are you Y/N Y/S?" one of the witches approached us, staring at me warily.

"One and only. May I know who I am having the pleasure of?"

"Sophie Deveraux."

"Sophie. Some time ago, I knew a girl with this name. She got under my skin too. She is dead now. You can guess what happened to her."

"Yeah. It's definitely her. I couldn't imagine someone more of this psycho's type." she told her friends. The women grabbed us both and led us out of the makeshift cell to drag us to the main hall of the crypt.

"Allright. Can one of us tell why you are holding us here?"

"We need you, sugar, but your friend is just an accessory, so if you want both of you to get out of this somehow, you'll keep quiet." seeing that I had no intention of objecting, the unknown woman smiled victoriously. "Good girl."

I gave her a sweet smile before breaking her neck with a flick of my wrist. There was a sudden commotion around us. Katherine suffered a brain aneurysm after one of the witches raised her hand on her. The brunette screamed once before someone else appeared in the crypt, tearing out the heart of the witch who was attacking her.

Elijah.

Elijah came to save the day.

"I thought you wanted to talk, and both Katherine and Y/N were supposed to be unharmed." he said in his legal tone, shoving his hands in his pockets as he stepped between me and Kath. The woman was as pleased with the presence of the original as I was.

"She started." Sophie pointed at me. Elijah turned to look at me. I shrugged.

"You make me." I answered her with a malicious smile.

"Y/N." the man said warningly. This noble bastard won't tell me what to do.

"Elijah. Nice to see you. Maybe you can tell us why we've been locked in some fucking tomb? Is this some kind of revenge of yours, or did we get caught in the crossfire of Mikaelson's skirmishes purely by chance?"

"I would like to know that too. You wanted to be heard. Speak, before I change my mind." he turned to the witches without changing his defensive position.

I gave Katherine a brief, knowing glance. The woman reluctantly nodded at me. Great. We have personal cannon fodder if things get hotter.

"Marcel Gerard, ruler of the city, forbade the witches of my coven to use any magic. We want your help. Especially your brother's."

"Niklaus? You have to make him go to town first. And as far as I know, she's not in the mood for any outings right now."

"Even if he gets a message from her?"

"Your mother didn't teach you not to point at people?"I growled at her as she did it again. "Besides, I didn't text… You have my phone, don't you?" I asked, realizing it was their only way of contacting the hybrid. The woman tossed me my phone with a sly smirk.

"Read." I scowled but followed her instructions anyway, wondering what it was that would make him stick his nose out of Mystic Falls.

"I need you, Klaus. New Orleans. Witches cemetery. Please help me. Yeah. I can already tell you that he won't come. We're waiting here for no reason."

"And why is that?"

"This news reeks of a damsel in distress from a mile away. I would never write to him like that. I also doubt if he even cares what happens to…" I stopped when I heard someone's scream in the distance. A man mentioned earlier had burst in with blood on his hands and lips.

Well… mistakes happen.

"Great! Now that we're all here, we can start. We need your help." The woman began to explain the whole thing about Marcel and the witches. Everything was clear except for one thing.

"And where exactly is my role in this Machiavellian plan of yours?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

"And who said I would agree to it instead of just killing you all and taking Y/N out of here?"

"I can take myself and KATHERINE out, Klaus. I don't need your help."

"Oh, do you?" he took a few steps towards me to stand in front of me. I snorted, returning his dark gaze. There's no way I'll be afraid of him.

"That's how we get to the main topic." Sophie paused, catching our attention again. Klaus stood next to his brother, giving the witch his famous sinister look while he was waiting for her to continue. "You see, I have a special gift for knowing when a woman is pregnant."

"And how exactly is this fact important to us?"

"She's carrying Klaus' child."

I broke the sudden silence in the crypt with a very loud laugh.

"And you're insane or a very, very bad liar."

"I'm telling the truth! You're pregnant with his child." she tried desperately to convince us.

"Vampires can't procreate, ergo, I am not in any false pregnancy."

"Vampires can't. But werewolves can. And Klaus is both."

"That's ridiculous. Klaus, say something! She didn't tell the truth, did she?" I tried to find support from the speechless Klaus. By the way, I think it was the first time I saw him without words.

"Y/N, be quite for a second."

"What? Elijah, are you believing her?" the man responded with nothing, staring at me with a strange look.

Klaus walked over to me. He stopped a few steps in front of me, staring at my belly as if he was hypnotized.

"I can hear it." he whispered, looking at me in disbelief.

"Hear what?"

"The baby's heart."

"What? But... it's impossible." I suddenly felt my heart beating much faster, as I was unable to catch my breath properly.

"It is. Like being a hybrid or a witch without her own magic. And yet we're here. And we gonna have a baby."

"No. That's a lie. I... we... I need fresh air." I avoided the brothers standing in front of me and headed the way Klaus had come from earlier. Unfortunately, one of these witches blocked my way and grabbed my arm tightly.

"You're not going anywhere until we settle the details of our deal." right after she said that, I felt her hand being removed from me. I was pulled against someone's strong chest. The familiar smell of Klaus' perfume brought me a momentary sense of relief.

"Touch her again, and I'll make sure that's the last thing you gonna do before I take your miserable life away from you." Klaus growled, tightening his protective grip on me and scouring the present witches with a hostile glare.

"Calm down, both of you. Neither of you will have any use for her if she faints here. Klaus, take her outside. Elijah and I will take care of everything."

Klaus glanced at Elijah. His brother nodded, encouraging him to leave. The hybrid took my hand gently and led us out onto the streets of New Orleans. We stopped in a square. Klaus sat me down on a bench and knelt in front of me, carefully watching me take slow, deep breaths, trying to calm down.

When I was sure my magic wouldn't suddenly blow up the whole city, I opened my eyes tentatively to meet the vampire's concerned gaze. I swallowed, turning my eyes away from him. He was still kneeling in front of me with his hands on my lap.

"Are you better?"

"I think so." I glanced at him nervously, fiddling with the bracelets on my wrist to internally brace myself for asking the original thousand-year-old hybrid about something incredibly... stupid. "Can you... go to the one place with me?"

"Are you sure you want to go back there, love?" I shivered when I heard this familiar nickname. I missed this. Klaus misread my reaction as he shrugged off his leather jacket and covered me with it.

"Thanks. I don't want to go back there. I think, well, I need to be perfectly sure it's true that..." I stopped, unable to say the words aloud. It would have been too real then, and right now I couldn't accept even the slightest possibility.

"That we're going to be parents?"

"Yhm. Will you go with me to the gynecologist? I don't want to do this alone."

"Anything you want, love. I'll check the address." he sat next to me and started searching for the location of the nearest clinic on his phone.

As we sat together in silence, I began to wonder at the absurdity of this situation. And the improbable, rational behavior of the hybrid sitting next to me.

"Klaus?" I asked, yanking him off the phone for a moment.

"Yes?"

"You're not... you know. Crazy about this? Or something like that. I mean... I thought you gonna ask me if it's yours, of course if it even exist, but still. You're so... calm. Like not you."

"Would you rather me to run mad around town and deny our baby?" I chuckled, imagining his lunatic walk through the streets.

"No. To be honest, I would have expected something like that than this, but it's a nice surprise. It's enough that one of us is scared to death. Thank you for keeping a cold head."

"Don't get used to it, love. C'mon. I know where to go."

In less than five minutes, we got to the building and waited in line. There were many other people in the waiting room, but what caught my attention the most was a couple sitting in the corner. Husband and wife. The woman was probably in her third trimester (or had quadruplets. God, please let me have only one if there are any.) The man whispered something tenderly into her belly, and she smiled at him with just as much adoration. Involuntarily, I imagined Klaus and myself in this situation. I glanced at the tense vampire next to me. He was also staring at the couple.

"Y/N Y/S?"

"It's me."

"Are you going alone or do you have any company, dear?"

"My boyfriend is coming with me." I said, taking Klaus' hand. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw an amused smirk on his lips. We started walking hand in hand behind the doctor. The vampire leaned toward me.

"Boyfirend, huh?" he whispered in my ear, clearly pleased with the situation.

"Don't get used to it, love." I repeated his earlier words, trying to imitate his tone of voice. The man chuckled, politely following the doctor with me.

I had to admit that it was funny to watch Klaus in such a... strange situation. His nervous, slightly stressed demeanor gave me courage as I lay there waiting for the ultrasound results. The cold gel tickled slightly, but I gritted my teeth, waiting for the final confirmation of my fate.

"There it is. That's your baby. Congratulations!"

Klaus put his hand on my shoulder and leaned gently toward the small screen. I stared at the tiny speck as if it were enchanted. It really was happening. I will be a mother.

"Do you want to hear your baby's heartbeat?"

"Could you give us first a second alone, doctor?" Klaus spoke as he saw me still staring blankly at the screen.

"Of course. I'll be back in a few minutes."

"Oh, my God. It's real. We'll have a baby." I choked out after a few seconds of silence between us.

"You took that information really quickly, love."

I punched him lightly on the shoulder, finally turning my attention to the man standing next to me.

"Stop joking with me. Aren't you scared? I mean, a few hours ago we were on the other side of the country, living our lives, and now we're looking at some stain, which is our baby. Are you that calm, or am I being dramatic?"

"Of course I'm afraid, but I know we're going to figure it out. Maybe if it were someone other than you, I would be paranoid and mad, but it's you. With you by my side? Nothing can go wrong." I burst into tears at his emotional confession. Stupid pregnancy hormones.

"Come here, you idiot." I wrapped my arms around his waist and snuggled into him. "I hope Katherine got our things back."

"Yes. Speaking about her..." he said, moving away from me to look at my face.

"She is staying with me and you're not going to kill her." I said it in a tone that left no room for any objection. It's been 500 years; whatever conflict there was between them should be over by now.

"Absolutely not."

"Yes? So be prepared that if this little one is a girl, she'll be named after aunt Katherine, who couldn't be there for her mom because her dad is acting like he's on his period."

"You know you've been pregnant for a few hours, and you're already using it against me?" he asked resignedly. The grimace on his face was a clear sign of my victory.

"Get used to it. You're stuck with me for a while."

"I think I can work with that. Let's go home. I think uncle Elijah and Katherine will want to see the first photo of the newest member of the Mikaelson family."

~•♤♤♤•~

*Two months leter*

"Good morning, Y/N"

"Morning Elijah." I grunted from my book, never taking my eyes off the text I was reading.

"Have you eaten yet? Want me to make you pancakes?"

"Actually..." I didn't have time to answer, because an extremely happy hybrid came out of the kitchen with a large tray on which was my breakfast.

Elijah looked at his brother in disbelief as he sat comfortably next to me on the couch and began feeding me with a fork while I continued to read my book as if nothing had happened.

"Niklaus. Can you explain?" his brother was shifting his bewildered gaze between us.

"His werewolf hormones tell him to look after me. So when I told him I wasn't having breakfast today because I didn't want to stand in this heat by the stove, he made it his morning's main goal to make me a decent meal. At least Marcel and the witches will get some rest from him today."

"Werewolf hormones?" very amused Kol entered the living room, staring at the hybrid with a malicious smirk.

"Yes, brother. Werewolf hormones." Klaus' cool tone caught my attention away from the book.

"Of course... your werewolf hormones. So that's what they call it now. Just don't flood Y/N with this sudden tenderness, or the girl will get scared and run away from you again." before Klaus could make any move towards his younger brother, I grabbed his hand and moved him so that I could get more comfortable on his chest.

"He is weird." I commented as I took a grape from the bowl and popped it into Klaus' mouth, much to Elijah's astonishment.

"Weird? No. Just a little joker. I have to go now. I'll meet you later, Niklaus. Please, don't start without me."

"Do I want to know what he was talking about?" I asked, giving him a curious look.

"It depends. Will you get angry?"

"If it has to do with that teenage witch, Davina, that your adopted son treats like a daughter? Probably." his silence was an answer enough. I pulled away from him, eyeing him disapprovingly.

"Klaus."

"Yes, love?"

"Promise me you're not going to hurt her."

"And what does it matter? I'm not Elijah, how sure are you that I'll keep my word?" my angry look, however, fortunately made him give up. "Alright. She'll be fine." he sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Thank you. On the way back, you can stop by the store and buy me more chocolate and ice cream."

"As you wish."

He got up from the couch, placed a quick kiss on my already-showing belly, and left the living room, passing Rebekah as she entered. His sister looked at me curiously.

"What?" I asked, fed up with her penetrating gaze.

"Nothing. You two seemd very... compatible with each other. I'm impressed."

"Well, he's the father of my baby. We have to get along. For the baby's sake, it's best if we're friends."

"Surely." she hummed, completely unconvinced.

"Rebekah. What do you mean?"

"I mean that "just friends" wouldn't act that way. My brother never treated anyone with such affection. He's doing everything he can to impress you. For a bloody hell, he even changed his plan to take over the city for you!"

"She is right." Katherine walked past her and threw herself on the couch next to me. "He does everything he can think of to make you fall in love with him. For example, that "almost date" at the best restaurant in New Orleans last week. Or the fact that you've been given unlimited access to his credit cards, safes, stashes of clothes, and God knows what else. Or that weekend out of town so you could relax. Do you think they seriously didn't have a second room with two beds in the hotel?"

"Nik used the one bed trope? He's even more desperate than I previously thought." Rebekah snorted as she poured herself a glass of whiskey.

"Even if what you say is true, which I doubt, I have no intention of changing anything. Klaus and I work well as friends, and for the sake of this child, we will continue to be them so."

"So you don't love him back?" Rebekah questioned, coming to me, so she could stay in front of me. Her evaluative look somehow made me feel guilty.

"It doesn't matter what I want or feel. The most important thing for me is my child and I will do everything to ensure at least a little normality for them. If Klaus and I tried to be together and it didn't work out... At least this child deserves reasonably normal parents."

"What if you were happy together and created a loving family? Wouldn't that be better for everyone?"

"It's not worth the risk, Bekah." I replied, getting up from the couch to escape the inconvenient conversation with the original vampire.

"Risk of what?"

Losing him.

I didn't answer as I left the room. I decided to hide in the library for the rest of the day and try to forget the doubts the blonde had stirred up in me.

But my wild imagination did not give up so easily. I began to consider a possible relationship with Klaus. Despite what I told the girls, I wasn't blind to Klaus'… flirtatious remarks and behavior. I saw every long, stolen glance at me, every quick look at my lips during any conversation, and most of all, the longing shining in his eyes that was so similar to mine and that I somehow managed to hide from him.

I wanted to spend my life with him. But I also knew that I'm not enough to keep him away from his scheming and fighting for power. For the good of this baby, I had to be content with being his formal one-night stand and friend at best. Even if my heart yearned for him every single day.

Thinking about my unattainable future, I didn't even notice when I got to the library. But I certainly saw two people kissing in the room.

Klaus and Camille. At least he cleared up all my doubts.

I was probably the only one who noticed how my heart shattered into a million pieces. At least until Klaus pulled away from her, confused, and spotted me in the doorway.

"Y/N." he whispered, terrified.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to interrupt… I'll leave you alone."

"No! Y/N, wait!" he shouted, trying to get to me, but before he got even a step closer, I used my magic to teleport myself to a New Orleans street.

I leaned against the building next to me as the first post-teleport symptoms started to hit me and my head started spinning a bit. I shouldn't have done it while being pregnant, but well… I couldn't stay in the same room with these two any longer.

Once I had recovered, I decided to order myself a hot chocolate and sit with it in the park to collect my thoughts. I had to come up with some clever, eloquent way out of this predicament. And most of all, refrain from crying.

Thinking about this situation, after all, everything happened as I wanted. Klaus had found someone else to adore, so I could stop worrying about the deterioration of my relationship with the Mikaelsons.

We would be friends.

Just as I wished.

The only problems were my stupid broken heart and festering feelings of jealousy.

I wiped a tear running down my cheek with the sleeve of my sweatshirt. I shook my head, taking a few deep breaths to calm myself down. Something that stupid couldn't get me off balance. I had to be strong. If not for myself, then at least for this little one.

My phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my pants pocket and glanced at the screen to see the photo of Klaus sleeping with me on the couch that I had set as his contact picture.

I remembered that night. It was one of the first month at the Mikaelson Mansion and also my favorite.

"Can't sleep?" Klaus stepped out of the shadows to stand in front of the fireplace, which flames I had been staring at earlier.

"Not even tried."

"May I?" he asked, pointing to the blanket that covered me. I nodded, opening the hem so he could slip into the space next to me. He put his arm around me, moving us into a more comfortable position. One of his hands automatically went to my slightly rounded belly. I sighed, resting my head against his shoulder, and returned to staring at the flames of the fire. "What's bothering you?"

"Remember when Tyler kidnapped me and…"

"Please tell me you're not going to lecture me again about how I shouldn't have attacked Elijah." he interrupted me with a groan of displeasure.

"I'm not, but your brother didn't deserve this. Even if he was talking some shit about you. You knew I would never believe it."

"You wouldn't?"

"Of course not. You always try to protect your family, not always in a good way, I have to admit, but still, I know you would never use your own child for your games. I trust you." he tightened his grip on me and cleared his throat.

"It's good to know you're at least on my side, love."

"Your siblings too. If you'd just let them in, maybe you'd see it too, but that's a topic for another time."

"I know better ways to spend my free time with you, love. One of them brought us to this situation." he smiled slyly, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Very funny, but we have to talk about something serious."

"I'm sorry. What are you thinking about?"

"Have you ever thought about whether there is a chance for our child to be… a tribrid?"

"Tribrid?" he asked, confused, stopping to play with my hair.

"You know. You're half vampire, half werewolf; I'm a witch, siphon, but still… Can our baby inherit all of this from us?"

"They might as well only have the gene of a werewolf, a witch, a vampire, or a hybrid. I think all options are possible. Maybe in my mother's grimoire we can find the answer to that question. These books are as old as the world."

"You can include the birth of a miracle baby in your search. I hope we won't summon a demon into the world." I joked, turning slightly to look at his face again.

"I thought you already knew that the demon has been walking around this world for a long time, and you're cuddling with him on the couch. By the way, it's our search."

"Our? You seriously want to just give me access to your mother's precious books? The same ones that have so much knowledge inside them that you won't let any other witch see them whole, or even your siblings?" I was shocked. I would never in my life expect something like this from him, but on the other hand, he has done astonishing things many times before.

"You're different."

"Like how?"

"I trust you."

"You did?" I whispered after a few seconds of silence. Those words were more striking than three others of equal importance he might have said to me. Klaus doesn't trust people that easily, I think he falls in love with them more often…

"You wouldn't be the first to hear about all my plans if I didn't. Besides, you're the mother of my heir..."

"Keep treating your family like a fucking dynasty, and you'll have to buy me a crown and my own castle." I cut him off when I heard that horrible term for our baby.

"Why do you need a castle when you already have your throne, love?"

"You're impossible." I chuckled at this awful attempt at flirting.

"That's why you like me."

"Maybe." I yawned suddenly, unaware of how tired I was. I felt the hybrid's soft, warm lips against my hair before both the blanket cocoon and his grip tightened around me.

"Sleep. I'll stay with you and I will chase away your nightmares."

"How did you know?" I asked, feeling him gently brush away the strands of hair that had fallen over my eyes.

"I know you. Besides, I can hear everything through these thin walls. I would rather hear your screams for other reasons than nightmares."

"Deviant."

"Only yours." I heard as if through a haze before falling into a deep, peaceful sleep.

The next day, Katherine found us sleeping together and took a picture of us. One of my favorites.

Before I could answer the phone, I felt someone snatch it from my hand, and something hit my head at breakneck speed, knocking me out. Stupid witches.

~•♤♤♤•~

~A few hours later~

I was kneeling in front of the crib that Katherine and Rebekah had set up after the whole witches' fiasco. After those damn witches kidnapped me, they cast some strange spell on me and the baby to speed up her (as it turned out) growth and thus her birth.

A few hours ago, I was a human pregnant with a hybrid. Now I was a heretic, the mother of the thyrbid, the most powerful creature on earth.

I guess life with the Mikaelsons was all about sudden, unexpected changes. At least they weren't boring.

Elijah, Kol, Klaus, and Marcel were running around the city, killing the last witches who had allied with Esther. Rebekah and Katherine have been delegated to look after me and the baby until the boys get the hang of the situation. A bit sexist, but I didn't have the energy to argue about it. Not after I so impressively returned to the graveyard and killed half the coven.

After feeding on the blood from the bag, the girls gave me a moment alone with my sleeping daughter. Her first day in this world, and she was already trying to get killed.

"Y/N." Klaus' tired sigh snapped me out of my thoughts. For the first time in hours, I shifted my gaze to something other than my daughter and met a face as tired and bloodstained as mine.

"Hi." he knelt uncertainly beside me, glancing at the baby sleeping in the cradle.

"She is beautiful. So similar to you." he whispered softly, afraid he would wake her up at any moment.

"She has a look of the devil in her eyes. That's all you."

The girl stirred in her sleep, as if hearing us talk about her. Two loving, child-infatuated looks appeared on Klaus' and mine's faces.

"She needs a name. You made a decision?"

"I was thinking about Zoe and Caitlyn. But I think we both know that Katherine Jr. is the best fit for her."

"God no." I chuckled, trying not to wake the baby after seeing his terrified look..

"Got a counterproposal?"

"Hope."

"Hope. That's actually nice. Hope Mikaelson."

"Mikaelson?"

"What? Are you not the father?" I asked teasingly.

"I'm but... I thought you'd want her to have your last name."

"Mikaelson suits her better." I replied with a shrug.

"Well, then I guess it will be Hope Y/N Mikaelson." I smiled at him, resting my head tiredly on his shoulder. We both stared in awe at the new member of the Mikaelson family.

"How did you come to that? Hope?"

"With Elijah's little help. When I found you… dead. Elijah said that I ruined our family's last hope by making out with this bartender, which, by the way, is not exactly true."

"Klaus..."

"No. Let me finish. I've never been so helpless and scared in all my life as I was a few hours ago. Never, not even in the worst, darkest moments of my life, have I been so broken, so despairing, than when I held your dead body. Whatever you think now, whatever you feel, the truth has to be told. I love you. I've loved you since the first time I saw you, and each day only brings me closer to you. You're the only one who can make me so mad, terrified, or happy. You taught me unconditional love, and even if you don't share my feelings, I want you to know that you completely changed me. It will be my life's purpose to make sure that our daughter and you are safe and satisfied." I stared at him with tears in my eyes, listening to his touching confession.

"I was so mad at you and Camille, but... I can't blame her; falling for you is as easy as breathing. Not when I did it a long time ago."

"You did?"

"Yes. And I don't want to hide it anymore. I can't hide it anymore. As I turned into vampire, everything I feel for you since all this time is more intensive. My desires, my love, and my longing - I feel them so much that I can't even imagine spending one more hour without your words, touch, or kiss. I don't want to live in a world where we're just friends. So if you promise that this is forever, then I..."

Klaus cut me off, pulling me into a longing, long-expected, passionate kiss. I moaned into his mouth, pulling him as close as possible by the strands of his hair. At one point, I bit his lip until it bled. My new ability was immediately activated. My fangs slid out of my gums by themselves, digging into his lip and sucking more of his delicious, sweet blood. We broke apart when we were completely out of breath. Klaus licked his lips, staring lustfully at my black-veined face and bloody mouth.

"I promise. You're mine. For always and forever, love."

"And you're mine. For always and forever."

"Aw... Congratulations, Nik! It only took you one child to make her yours. I thought it would take you at least three." Kol suddenly appeared in the doorway, interrupting our moment.

Klaus growled at him and threw the baby monitor at his brother. Kol dodged at the last second and tossed the device back at him, sticking out his tongue before he ran as fast as his legs could take him. I giggled, drawing the hybrid into a tender kiss.

Yeah, I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

[xvxni]

Making Her Mine

Summary: Rebekah compels Elena to reveal her feelings for you and now your trust is betrayed. Rebekah seizes this opportunity to warm up to you as she has always found you attractive. Hanging out with her escalates to a make-out session as you relish your newfound feelings for her...

Smut, angst, a lil' bit of fluff

Elena cheating on the reader, Elena slander

3K

A/N: This is the first time I've published smut. I hope it's fine (I know it's horrible) otherwise just forget this happened... do let me know if you liked it. Happy reading!

Rebekah Mikaelson X Fem!Reader

Rebekah was dragging Stefan by the arm to the high school library and you trailed behind them, compelled to do as the Original said.

Elena, your girlfriend of two years, gasps and stands up at your arrival. "Stefan, Y/N..."

You shot her a confused look, not understanding why was she so shocked.

Rebekah shot at the brunette. "Did I say you could move?" Elena shot her an exasperated look as she slowly sat down and you moved to sit near her.

She circled you people and spoke loudly in her accented voice. "Class is in session. You know the rules. Answer my questions honestly. No disobedience, no one leaves. April, my sweet, take notes. That's how you get answers in this town."

Her gaze lingered on you, which made you feel nervous and fidgety. Sure, you didn't show it, but she was a thousand-year-old vampire who could kill you in the blink of an eye, who was currently eyeing you like a predator would do to its prey. "In the year 1114, my brother learned, thanks to yours truly, about a brother of vampire hunters with tattoos that grew with each kill. These tattoos revealed what, Elena?"

"A map" your girlfriend answered, looking down. "Which led to... Caroline?"

"A cure for vampirism."

"Perfect. So we're all caught up. Stefan Salvatore, the last time we saw each other, you had a vampire hunter. But in order to decode the map, you need the location of the hunter’s sword, which you got out of me by using some very dirty tricks. Assuming you found the sword, you also found the cure… and you’re all still vampires. Something went wrong."

She looked at April. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, you asked me to take notes."

Rebekah sighed. "Oh, I wasn't being literal, darling. But now that you mention it, a flow chart would be nice. Which means index cards and push pins. Go fetch." The teen left.

At that very moment, the blonde Original appeared oh-so-tempting to you. The way she exercised control over all of you made you feel hot all over. It has happened quite a few times before. But you were with Elena and you had no tolerance for cheaters. There was just something about Rebekah that has always piqued your interest, but then again, loyalty was the most important thing for you. No one else but Elena had a place in your heart all this time.

Stefan grew irritated and straightened up. "You're wasting your time. We don't know anything."

"So you just gave up? I thought you'd do anything to save Elena. Y/N?"

Suddenly, all eyes in the room stared at you. The tension was so thick, you though a chainsaw was needed to cut through it. You sensed something bad and grew antsy under their collective gazes. "Why are you all staring?"

No answer. "Guys...?"

Rebekah spoke again. "I'm missing something. What is it?"

No one spoke. "I asked you what happened. You have to tell me."

Finally, the younger Salvatore brother spoke. "Elena slept with Damon."

You whipped your head around to look at the mentioned brunette. Hot, white rage was all you felt thrumming in your veins. You were known for your calm demeanor and excellent control over anger, but it was getting really difficult not to claw the doppelganger's eyes out. "What is the meaning of this?!"

The doe-eyed Gilbert just looked down and spoke nothing. She knew how much your relationship meant to you. She knew that once your trust is betrayed, it's over. She knew that loyalty was the most important thing in the entire world to you. And yet she chose to disrespect you. It made you feel so pathetic. Another victim of the Petrova charm putty in the doppelganger's paws. What a bitch. Your eyes burned with hot tears, threatening to fall down. Your throat choked and tightened, making it impossible for you to say another word. No. You thought. You wouldn't shed your tears for a cheater. Tears are so precious; blood flows from the body, tears flow from the soul. Never in your entire life you had felt so insulted and betrayed. I am going to ruin them, you thought. No, I mustn't waste a moment of my life on these worthless assholes. You decided the latter was a better option. No one was as crafty and cruel as you when it came to revenge. You would be consumed by the fire of vengeance. God, you thought you sounded like you were going on a bloodbath. But that's the dark beauty of you...

You subtly took a deep breath and leaned back, your face a stone-cold mask in which even the most observant couldn't find a crack. You felt Rebekah's searing gaze in your bones. And in some way, it made you feel safe. And damn you when you didn't know why...

"So vampire Elena is a trollop who likes bad boys, but it doesn’t explain why sweet, loving, innocent Elena could be so heartless towards Y/N. How could she hurt her like that? Answer, please." The Original said, looking at Stefan.

He sighed as he spoke. "She didn't know it at the time, but she was sired to Damon."

Rebekah smirked. "A sire bond? That’s fascinating. And what do you think about that, Elena?"

Elena spat at her, "I think you’re sad. And bored. And in desperate need of a hobby."

It angered but didn't deter the blonde. She compelled the Gilbert. "You're hiding something. Fess up."

"I didn’t sleep with Damon because I’m sired. I slept with him because I’m in love with him," she spoke in such a way as if she were proud of what she'd done. That was the last straw.

"Fuck you." You spat with so much hatred and venom, that no more words were needed to convey the message: we're over. Then you spun on your heel and stormed out, carrying a kaleidoscope of emotions and the weight of Rebekah's lingering gaze.

You didn't know it at the moment, but you and Elena breaking up might just be the best thing that has happened to the Mikaelson...

It was nearly midnight, and you were at your house alone. You ate an entire tub of vanilla ice-cream, and now you were feeling guilty about it. You could have downed that bottle of Jack and Daniel hidden in your closet, but you decided you were not going to surrender to Damon's coping mechanisms.

Your room looked like a lowkey brothel, complete with silk sheets, roses, scented candles, and dim lighting. Hell, you were dressed in flimsy lace pyjamas, finding them extremely comfortable. But in your taste, it was a much-deserved self-care session.

Flipping through the pages of an erotic novel for the past hour, you got bored. It was so smutty, all the protagonists seemed to do was have sex. You grew irritated, your sex life was in shambles.

Suddenly, the bell rang. At this odd hour, you thought it would be Caroline stopping by with some ridiculously expensive cosmetics for a girl's night in, a not-so-subtle attempt of hers to comfort you. You might've hated Caroline at the moment for keeping Elena's secret, but you guessed you could live with it.

Every pore of your being protested when you rose, wrapped your robe around yourself and climbed down the stairs to open the door. The last person you were expecting to show up on your door was Rebekah Mikaelson.

Your heart skipped a beat. She looked so hot. Like get on your knees right now hot in those tight jeans and spaghetti top. For the first time ever, you could admire her classic, almost divine, beauty without any inhibitions or restrictions. For the first time, you really seemed to take her in. And gods, she was a sight for sore eyes. And damn you for wanting to bite that red lip and tear off her clothes.

You snapped out of it when she smirked. The look in her eyes made you weak in the knees. You knew that she knew of the effect she had over you.

You cleared your throat. "Rebekah, was an entirely unexpected surprise. How can I help you?"

She smiled. "Well, for starters, you could invite me inside..."

You knew it was dangerous. But you were so desperately praying for something to happen. You didn't care about the consequences. You wanted her so bad, you felt it in your bones, the desire running deep in your veins.

"Alright, would you like to come in?"

She looked surprised for a moment that you gave in so easily. But then she smiled wide and said, "I would love to." Then she stepped inside. Your heart hammered crazily in anticipation.

"Where shall I keep these?" She asked, holding up her arms. Then you noticed that she had a couple of bags looped in her arms. "I brought wine and something to munch."

You softened. "Oh, you didn't need to..."

"Oh, of course I do." She smiled softly.

You helped her with the bags to the kitchen. "Rebekah, this is a lot..." you began but she waved you off. You couldn't believe that an Original vampire was in your house in the middle of the night, who brought very costly wine and snacks to last an entire month. The blonde standing in front of you was the supposed nemesis of your friends, but what happened today was your defense.

"But why?"

"Well, that doppelganger bitch hurt you, and I was the one who meddled and you found out like this. So I guess I owed you one."

"No, no! I owe you one. I probably wouldn't have known for a longer period of time and that would've been so pathetic."

"Still... well, I hate her and you do too. So I thought that it's not such a bad idea to bond over our mutual loathing for her and maybe plot our revenge?" She said with that cute little smirk, making me laugh.

"Do you want to watch a movie?"

"Nothing cheesy."

"You think so? Elena ought to be the cheesiest girlfriend ever."

She rolled her eyes. "Thought so,".

"Come on,"

You guided her upstairs to your bedroom, and you were really, really nervous. Your heart was beating so loudly that you knew all too well that she could hear it.

Rebekah was in a frenzy of lust and excitement. She'd dreamt of this a little too many times and now it was real. You were the loveliest creature she'd ever encountered and she thought that you were really strong, funny and protective. And she really seemed to enjoy the not-so-decent outfit you were clad in.

The blonde glanced around your room and smirked in an almost-appreciative way. You felt a bit embarrassed about your clothes and your room, but hey, we all have those moments.

You put on a thriller on your laptop as you both sat comfortably on your post bed, with a huge bowl of chips to snack on.

About an hour must have passed in comfortable silence, and your dirty thoughts were put to rest for a while too as you focused on the complex plot of the movie. Then your patience was about to be tested.

An intimate scene was displayed on the screen and you froze. You became antsy as your thighs came in contact with Rebekah's hand. The tension in the room could be cut through with a knife. Your unbridled lust and roaring desire for her was consuming you and you couldn't control yourself as you turned to face her.

She was thinking the same thing as you and your lips collided. Your tongues fought for dominance as you explored every corner of her mouth, her doing the same.

It was a passionate, rough, and all-consuming kiss that had you moaning in her mouth and both of you had your eyes closed in bliss. She cupped your face while your hands tangled themselves in her golden locks.

It was so exhilarating, and you had just kissed... you were almost scared to know where the night would lead you.

Your lungs burned for oxygen but kissing her seemed the best way to die. Finally, you parted, gasping for air.

"That was..." you began, panting.

"Amazing," she finished, holding your eyes. You leaned in for another kiss, but she beat you to it. You kissed her senseless and your hands seemed to have a mind of their own as you began undressing her. Kissing her was your new favourite thing to do.

Her lips moulded perfectly into yours. The purpose of your life was to be hers, and at that very moment, everything was forgotten. She followed your actions and undid the flimsy lace and pushed you down, making you lie down.

The two of you were completely bare as your eyes met. You could drown and die in the blue ocean of her eyes. It was like being reborn. Her eyes held a challenge, promised an adventure and you reveled in the anticipation, the thrill and in her amorousness.

She raked her eyes all over your body and your every pore, every limb shook in bliss and ecstasy. "Damn, you're gorgeous..."

You smiled in satisfaction at her words and pulled her down to mesh your lips together.

Her lips slowly moved down to your neck, kissing and biting, leaving a trail of love bites all over. Lewd, wet sounds filled your ears as you flushed. She was a heady mixture. Slowly, very slowly, she moved down to the little dent at the base of your neck, then placed ticklish, feather-light kisses on your prominent collarbone. She kissed and licked through the valley of your breasts, down to your navel and your sensitive lower stomach.

She placed kisses along your waistline, making you gasp and moan into the silk-covered pillows. Your toes curled in pleasure when you felt her hot breath fanning over your womanhood. She had barely begun and you were already dripping wet.

The blonde moved down to kiss your inner thighs. So close but not giving you what you want.

"Rebekah, please..." you pleaded with her. Her eyes were a mixture of lust and amusement. "Please what?"

"Touch me!"

"Where?" She was such a tease. You grew frustrated and you grabbed her hand and guided it between your parted thighs. A loud, throaty gasp escaped your mouth as her fingers worked their magic upon your wet, slippery folds. You almost tore the sheets your fingers were gripping and you buried your face into the pillows to muffle your moans. But you decided against it. You wanted her to hear you. You wanted her to know just how good she was making you feel. Your body was so responsive to her touches .

Just then, her fingers hit that spot and you cried out in pure pleasure. You felt the pleasure building up and the sounds leaving your mouth resonated in every nook and corner of your house.

"Do you want me to stop?" she questioned innocently, but you knew all too well. "Shut up," you barely managed to say between your uncontrollable moans.

You wanted to tell her that you were going to reach your release, but the pleasure was too much and all you could think about was how good she was.

You started shaking and almost screaming as you reached your precipice. You quite literally saw stars as you came. Rebekah's gaze upon you was that of pure worship as she licked her fingers which were coated with your arousal. Then she leaned in to kiss you deeply and you could taste yourself on her lips. "You're so pretty..." she whispered, almost as if in a daze. You smiled and grabbed her my the arms, helping her lie down.

"My turn now," you spoke, aspiring to make her feel as good as she made you feel. You pulled her in for another searing kiss as you parted her thighs. Moving down, you maintained eye contact as you stuck out your tongue and tasted her. You'd never heard anything sexier than the gasp that left her lips when you did.

Soon, your tongue circled and lapped over her folds. Her throaty moans were music to your ears. You pulled back just when she was about to reach her high, deciding to use your fingers. Her sweet moans might as well would've been heard by the neighbours as you pleasured her all night long and to the breaking of dawn.

You both lay bare barring the sheet covering you as you watched the sun rise. To you, it felt surreal and as if it were a dream.

"I've wanted this for so long," Rebekah softly confessed. "When I met you first, I thought you were really pretty, like a royal. Your wit and wordplay is unmatched. I love how strong you are, how you don't need anyone to fight for yourself and how you're so ambitious. But you were with Elena and-" you silenced her with a kiss.

"You've no idea for how long I've wanted this too. But I'm afraid that with the arrival of the dawn, I'd wake up and all of this would be nothing but a dream." You spoke softly.

"Trust me, your screams last night were very real,"

You laughed as you kissed her. She pulled you into her arms for another round. And sure enough, the hickeys covering you were very real...

[fandoms--fluff]

Hi?? Soo I have an idea

How about an one where reader gets kidnapped and is like in the brink of death but, Hope comes to the rescue just in time and gives R her blood in the last second (but maybe everyone thinks that reader is already dead because we need the angst). Meanwhile R gets to meet Klaus, Hayley and Elijah and have a good time with them but then, R heard Hope's voice calling out to her to come back and that she loves her but before leaving R gets Klaus and Hayley approval.

When R wakes up she's all happy and shit to get her in-laws approval ((Hope probably will think how dork she is.

-K

Jokes On You, Death

Flufftober, October 20th

Female vampire reader x Hope Mikaelson

Warnings: mentions of drinking

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"No, no, no, come on!" Hope kneels by your body laying on the ground. She killed the group of vampires that kidnapped you just a moment ago. She had tried giving you blood just before your eyes closed, but you didn't wake.

"Please, wake up! Y/n, come on, don't leave me! Okay?!" Hope exclaims, trying to do CPR on you. She has tears streaming down her face.

You open your eyes, looking around your surroundings. Your eyebrows furrow as you stand up. "What the..." You whisper to yourself.

You start walking around the empty mystic falls, it looks gloomy and dark. "Is this a damn prison world or something?" You ask yourself. You walk into the mystic grill.

"Okay, not a prison world," You tell yourself again. There are three people sitting at the counter, one woman and two men. They turn towards you, their eyebrows all raised, seeing a teenage girl standing in front of them.

"Um, Hi?" you do a tiny hand wave before going into the backroom. You remember hearing about the storage room back there having an entrance to the underground tunnels, and this is a good time to explore, you think.

You walk back out a minute later. "Okay, no tunnel in weird different universe" you talk to yourself again, going behind the counter.

As you pour a drink of whisky, they're still all staring at you. You look up at them, an eyebrow raised. "What?" you look at them for a second before recognition lights up in your eyes.

"Oh, you're Hope's parents and uncle. She has a picture of you guys with her as a baby on her nightstand" You put it together before downing your drink.

"You know Hope?" Hayley asks, eyes lit up. "Yep," You answer, pouring more into your glass.

"How do you know her" Klaus' protectiveness is surfacing. "Don't have to get all Papa bear on me, I know her from school. Well her school, I don't actually go to classes, I just annoy Ric while waiting for her to get back and ya know that stuff" You say. They all stare at you blankly. "She's my girlfriend. We're dating." You deadpan.

"You're dating?" Elijah's the one to break the silence. "Yep, and don't overthink it, people don't hang you anymore for being gay. If they did, I'd be way dead by now" You finished your drink.

"You guys are- were happy?" Hayley swallows a lump in her throat. "Yeah, of course we are. What do you mean by 'were'?" Your eyebrows furrow, pointing your finger in question.

"Well, sweetie, uh, you're on the other side" Hayley softly tells you.

"Those jackasses killed me? Damn it" you groan before pausing. "Hope's still there, fuck" you say and walk out of the grill. You make your way to the moldy, old, blood-covered dungeon. The three of them follow you, worried. They surprisingly have to work pretty hard to keep up with how fast you're going to get there.

Some way you can now apparently see Hope kneeling next to your body, crying. "Shit" You whisper. You realize all the vampires are dead, so that's a good thing.

"She's going to be okay, don't worry" Hope steps up to you, hand gently placed on your shoulder. "I think she really loves you," Hayley tells you. You look up at her, shock taking over your face.

Before you can reply, you start having a tingle run through your body. "What's going on?" Klaus asks, seeing your body shaking and your confused face. "I don't know, feel's as if my body is being pulled through something, oh my god" Your head snaps to the scene of Hope and see your fingers from your body moving exactly how you're moving them right now.

"Make sure she's happy," Klaus tells you, a small smile playing on his face. You nod, and the next second your body is pulled back into the living plane into your other actual body.

You gasp for air, sitting up. Hope wraps her arms around your body and pulls you to her chest. "Oh my god, I thought you were dead" Hope's voice wavers. You gently pull away and pull her back into your arms instead.

She softly shakes and nuzzles her face into the nape of your neck. "Technically I kinda was, but now I'm back. And I love you so so much" You play with her hair. "I love you too" Hope whispers.

"Why don't we get out of here and when we get back to your room, boy do I have a story for you" You stand up with her and link your arms. "Sounds good" Hope smiles and wipes her tears away.

"You're way too smiley. Should I be worried?" Hope raises an eyebrow. "Nah, I think you're good" You guys walk out the door, the sun starting to set.

[svltzmans]

jealousy, jealousy (part ii) - h.m.

a/n: hi! i got a request for a jealous hope fic and i thought i'd continue the one i posted a while ago that i really had fun writing! i hope you all like it <3

warnings: smut (18+), dominant! hope, edging, rough sex, just some kinky stuff ok, forgive me for i have sinned 😭, also platonic reader and lizzie bc i love her, i didn't edit this so hopefully there are no mistakes?

y/n and lizzie sit across from each other at a table in the library, both engrossed in a biology textbook.

with exam season fast approaching, studying became top priority for almost everyone around them.

through conversation, lizzie and y/n had realized they both could use a study buddy.

y/n never considered herself to be close with lizzie. she always viewed the witch as an acquaintance. a classmate.

but ever since the two had started studying together, they developed a genuine friendship.

a friendship that involved hours in the library after class, laughing and talking despite the subject matter they were supposed to be reviewing.

y/n didn't feel the need to tell her girlfriend, hope, about her budding friendship with lizzie. hope wasn't the type to worry about y/n's friendships, and their relationship was built on trust.

however, when hope walks into the library and sees her girlfriend and lizzie laughing together, her blood suddenly runs cold.

maybe it was because another girl was making y/n laugh so much, or because lizzie was conventionally gorgeous.

either way, she felt the jealousy growing in her lungs.

before she can act on her feelings, she leaves the library, making her way back to her own bedroom.

hope springs up when she hears a knock at the door, and a smile creeps across her face when she realizes it's y/n.

"hey," y/n leans in for a kiss on the cheek, bringing an instantaneous blush to hope.

hope steps to the side, gesturing for y/n to come in.

once y/n is inside and the door is closed behind her, hope takes hold of her wrist in a way that makes y/n's heart drop to her stomach.

"hope, what's up?"

"what's going on with you and lizzie?" hope replies, blankly staring into y/n's eyes.

"lizzie? lizzie saltzman? hope, nothing is going on-"

hope cuts y/n off with a kiss, threading her fingers through strands of her hair.

y/n pulls away momentarily, a puzzled expression on her face.

"what was that for?"

"it just seems like you need a reminder that you're my girl."

"what, i can't study with someone els-"

hope cuts her off again, gently pushing her toward the bed as they kiss.

when hope lays y/n down, she makes sure her hands are wrapped tightly around her wrists to restrict her movement. she hovers above her girlfriend, their lips still attached.

y/n instinctively spreads her legs as her and hope continue to make out, hoping for any kind of touch from the girl above her.

as soon as hope notices, she moves her knee to y/n's still clothed core, putting more and more pressure until she earns a loud moan against her lips.

"mmph, hope, more," y/n mumbles between kisses, trying to grind into hope's leg.

"more, huh baby?" hope taunts, pressing harder with her knee.

y/n can't believe how close she already is, considering that her and hope are still both fully clothed. yet, the pressure in her stomach continues building until she feels like exploding.

"oh my god, hope," y/n practically screams, grabbing onto hope's shoulders.

just as y/n is seconds away from falling over the edge, hope pulls her leg away.

y/n can't help but whine at the loss of contact, and she looks up at hope with a pout.

"you didn't think it was gonna be that easy, did you?" hope teases, pulling y/n into another rough kiss.

hope moves to undo y/n's pants, running her hands up and down her legs slowly.

something in hope wanted to make this as tantalizing as possible for y/n. she wanted to see her writhe and beg, completely at her mercy.

but she also desperately wanted to fuck her.

and that desire only skyrockets when y/n is bare in front of her.

"so wet, y/n. just for me, huh?"

"god, yes hope, just for you."

y/n is growing desperate, and her first denied orgasm wasn't helping. she was flushed, lightly sweating as she continued to sink into the sheets below her.

hope gently rubs y/n's clit with her finger, knowing that she wasn't doing nearly enough for her.

"harder, more, please hope. want more," y/n arches her back, trying to encourage hope to apply more pressure.

it's then that hope effortlessly slides two fingers into y/n, the girl above her letting out a guttural moan.

"fuck hope, just like that baby," y/n praises, her hands both tightly gripping the blanket under her.

"this is what you wanted, huh pretty? you wanted me to fuck you with my fingers?"

y/n can't help but loudly whine at her girlfriend's words, growing dangerously close once again.

"gonna cum on your fingers, hope, so close."

when hope hears those words come from y/n's mouth, she stops moving completely.

"please don't stop hope, please. please make me cum," y/n begs, making eye contact with her girlfriend.

hope's eyes are dark with desire as she looks back at y/n, her finger lazily rubbing circles on y/n's clit.

"please, hope. gonna be a good girl for you."

with that, hope continues fingering y/n at a quickening pace, determined to finally bring her over the edge.

"right there hope. my god, please let me cum."

"cum for me, y/n. you've earned it."

y/n's whole body shakes, her hands desperately trying to find something to grip. the intensity of her orgasm wasn't something she had ever experienced before, the new sensation making her shamelessly scream in pleasure.

when y/n comes down from her high, hope has moved to lay next to her.

"you look so pretty," hope coos, tucking a strand of y/n's hair behind her ear.

"hope, you know there's nothing going on with me and lizzie, right?"

"i trust you, y/n. wholeheartedly. i love you," hope smiles, resting her hand on y/n's cheek.

"i love you more."

before hope knows it, y/n is peacefully asleep next to her.

she wraps her arms around her girlfriend, pulling a blanket over the two of them.

"goodnight, my love."

[railingsofsorrow]

loving you is all I know

[klaus mikaelson x reader]

summary: all you could smell was blood. your skin was stained with it. your clothes drenched. what you needed was the silence and him. but he didn't seem to trust you on that.

pairing: klaus mikaelson x fem!supernatural!reader

w.c: 2K

warnings/content: graphic descriptions of violence; blood; injuries; mentions of dissociation during a specific moment; self-blame; fear of abandonment and not being enough for one to stay; lots of hurt/the comfort; murder talk; there's fluff (if you trust me); mentions of biting (lovebites!).

A/N: this turned darker than I expected it to. it was supposed to be a soft blurb but it became a lot more serious and complex. so go ahead, I hope you enjoy my view of klaus mikaelson <;3

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“May I help?”

Klaus peaked through the bedroom door. you noticed his voice wasn't as assertive as it had been before, it never was when it was directed at you. His tone never carrying an edge or a hint at something other than care.

When the killing spree happened the wolf could be seen inside his eyes, anger radiating off of every limb of his body as he tore off arms, legs and heads. You watched quietly as a smile spread on his lips when all was done. The blood was spilled and he was satisfied.

You weren't mad. You weren't horrified. You were used to it— unfazed by now. Klaus has never been a monster in your eyes, you've seen it yourself how kind his heart could be. How deeply he cared.

After a thousand years of being alive, your way of reacting to things may change. His were just a little bit... Unconventional.

Your eyes caught your reflection through the mirror. Blood. In your shirt. In your hands. In your face. You could smell the iron and you bet that anyone — vampire or not — could also smell it from thirty miles away.

Fuck.

You shouldn't be that affected by it. You've been bloodied before. You've entered situations like that before. Why were you so frozen now?

“Love.”

A knock on the bathroom door made you flinch, wrapping your arms around yourself in a form of protection. I'm home. I'm safe.

“I'm just going to take a bath,” you let out softly, unbuttoning your stained t-shirt. You didn't remember which color it was anymore, it was just deep red now.

“May I help?” the door creaked open, his hesitation to come in was clear. And you couldn't judge, you did looked like a wounded animal that would run away at any approach. “I can prepare the water the way you like it.” He bargained.

You heard the guilt in his voice and your heart clenched. None of that had been his fault. And still, he blamed himself for how you felt. You knew he did.

“Klaus,” you said, lifting a hand to touch the door handle. “I'm fine.”

“You're not." He paused. “And that's completely understandable.”

You wanted to be mad at him. Why had he give that affirmation with such certainty? But he wasn't wrong, was he? He just knew you too well.

“If you'd like to be alone, I can leave. Just know that I'm here whenever you need me.”

You might as well have lunged towards the door, fully opening it and grabbing his wrist, stopping him from leaving. “No,” you retorted, the other hand wrapping around his arm to bring him closer. It's you. It's you that I need. “Stay.” The words left your mouth in a whisper. “Please?”

He didn't need to be told twice.

“Okay.”

His touch was gentle as he helped you take off your clothes. You knew he was afraid to hurt you, more than you already was hurt — barely any physical wounds though. Those would heal quickly.

You don't know how long you spent immersed on the bath, after taking a shower to clean yourself from the all the blood. Your lashes laid shut in your cheeks as your mind finally seemed to give you some rest. Not only that, but Klaus's fingers massaging your scalp while he washed your hair was what made you drift off.

“Love.”

He brushed some of your wet strands away from your face, leaning down to kiss your temple. “Let's dry you up.” You hummed, leaning into his touch unconsciouslly.

“I want to stay here,” You retorted, raising a hand until it reached the back of his head, you started playing with his baby hairs. “Forever. May I?”

“You may do whatever you wish, my darling,” his breath grazed the back of your ear. “I'm only here to make it come true.”

The corner of your lips lifted slightly. A while later you turned to look at him, a silent request. pressing his lips to your cheek softly, he cupped you up in his arms, gaining a loud protest about ruining his shirt. He didn't care, he had plenty of those to spare.

“Is this one good?”

“Mhm.”

One of Klaus's shirt covered your upper body as you buried yourself in the sheets, sighing in delight. Oh, I'm home.

But something's missing — You thought, running a hand on the empty side of the bed.

Before you could call out for him, he arrived at your side, hands roaming over your the small of your back, pulling your body towards his. You went willingly, breathing into his familiar scent. A mix of cashmere wood and after-shave. There you are. you wrapped your arms around his middle, head tucked into his shoulder.

But before you let your body and mind rest for the day, you needed to say something. Or rather, he needed to hear something from you.

“It wasn't your fault,” you begin, tracing random patterns in his shaved jaw. The skin was smooth and he looked so young when he did it. “I know what's happening inside your head right now. I can see the cogs turning.” You let out the last part in a low voice, tapping the side of his head playfully. He looked down at you, studying your features with an unreadable expression. You didn't like because that meant he did not agreed with your statement. However, you'd take it because it also meant he was willing to listen to what you had to say. “You didn't hurt me, Klaus. If you hadn't gotten there, I'd be worse than I was. You saved me.” You inhale deeply. “There's nothing that you could do that would drive me away. I knew who you were before I met you. I chose you and I'd choose you again and again for as long as you allow me to.”

He interrupted you by cupping your face and bringing your lips to his. The kiss was warm and inviting at the same time. But it didn't gave indication to anything else, he just wanted you to know that he believed in your claim — or at least, he was trying to.

“The blood, it— it scared me,” you said, choosing to be sincere as well. That's what he always asked of you after all. That's what you asked of each other. “You know, when I'm fighting back, my brain shuts off. It works more like a... robotic reaction if you know what I mean.”

He nodded, encouraging to carry on.

“It sort of turns off during it and when the adrenaline wears off I'm just... Knackered.” you pause. “I'm working on it. It's a process. The point is: I don't blame you for what happened.”

“Sometimes, I think you should. You are allowed to.” Klaus argued. “My last name puts a target on your back. Everywhere you go. Haven't you ever considered how easier it was to live your life before I walked into it?”

“I have considered it. Yes,” You admit. The pace of his heartbeat quickening slightly. “But that is just a fact. And in the past. A past where I'd never go back to because you weren't in it. Precisely because you weren't in it. Klaus,” you said almost pleadingly. “I would've took off the moment I heard your name if I wanted to. Your reputation precedes you, darling.” He let out a scoff and you smirked. “But you have never been what people said. Not to me. You are kind, despite your stubborness in believing in that. You are protective, god forbid a threat to your family. And most of all, you are loveable.” You could see his jaw clench as he looked away. That wouldn't stop you. “You deserve love and you deserve to be cared for. You also deserve me even if you keep telling yourself otherwise.” You had to tilt your head to meet his dark blue eyes, he was too busy acting like a toddler avoiding your gaze. Your grin widened when you succeeded.

“I love you, Klaus Mikaelson.” You said, pecking his left cheek. “My life is exactly the way I'd want it to be,” then his right one. “...I don't want easier. I want you. I hope someday you get that through your thick thousanth-year skull.”

“Are you calling me old?” He poked your hip, making you squirm and slap his chest in response. A hoarse chuckle reverberated through the room.

“I saw you blush. Tickling me isn't going to change that.”

“You saw no such thing.”

“I did.”

“Did not.”

“You sound like a child—” a sound of surprise let your mouth as he switched you over. His arms supporting his weight as he kissed down your neck passionately, lowering to your torso. Your shirt lifted slightly.

“There's something you need to know.” he said gravelly, mouth working on your skin with diligence. You shivered at the soft bite on your stomach, he marked you there twice, fingers grazing the lovebites. When he looked back at you, he didn't have that haunting look in his eyes anymore. Something softer laid there. Conviction. “I love you,” he said, laying back at your side. “And you're brave. You're strong. There's situations we can't control how we feel or what we do. You said that I saved you. But you save me every single day just by being here. By choosing me.”

You blink up at him, not expecting those words. Communication was something essential in your relationship. That's why you were having this conversation in the first place, but hearing him say that you saved him was just— you didn't expect it. You didn't imagine he felt like that.

“I'm not letting you go anywhere. don't fool yourself.” He gave you a smug smile and you shook in laughter by the abrupt change. From love confession to murderous threat. “You are too involved.” You are half of me. You have half of me. Who would I be if you left? What part of me would survive? “i'd have to kill you.” He watched fondly as your face twitched with joy.

“Oh?” You lifted your head, chin resting against the back of your hands on his chest. “Really? That'd be a dilemma.” Your eyes glinted wickedly. “Better start now, Mikaelson. But have it mind that I'm always a step ahead of you.”

He couldn't even deny that.

“Are you?” He teased, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. You grinned up at him, eyes wrinkling at the edges. Bloody hell. I'm done for. His brain screamed. “You're so bloody beautiful,” his eyes softened, a finger touching your lower lip. “I couldn't imagine my life without you in it.” Even if you decide to go one day. And it will destroy me. It will wreck every barrier I've ever build. “I love you. Always and forever.”

You laid your lips on his, kissing him slowly, gently. The world around you becoming dust while the only real palpable thing was his body and your touch.

And there it is. his mind flaring with you without his control, a dangerous combination but he was too far gone to be able to fight it.

“I love you too,” you breathed into his mouth, your grip on each side of his neck tightening as if you feared he'd slip away. Your body relaxing on his. “Always and forever.”

[allycat004]

Green with Envy (Completed Version) || Klaus Mikaelson

❧ Warnings: Slight dirty talk, hair pulling, brief choking, p in v sex, smut 18+

❧ Pairings: Klaus Mikaelson x Fem reader

❧ Summary: You are at a dinner party with a date and Klaus happens to be in attendance. The two of you have been hooking up and spending time together because Klaus wanted to keep things casual. After seeing you with someone else he gets jealous and begins to rethink his choice.

❧ Author's Note: Hi lovelies, the wait is finally over and the full version of this fic is here! I decided that instead of leaving you guys in the dark and having it be a fade to black I wrote the smut scene. It felt right for this fic. So, I hope you enjoy!

© Allycat004 2024, please don't steal, copy, repost, modify, or translate my work.

After finally having enough of this bickering match with Klaus in front of my date, I excuse myself. I am regretting it as I’m walking away because I know he won’t play nice while I’m gone, but I needed a moment to myself to breathe. I walked into an empty room and sat in silence with my head in my hands. 

“ Who the fuck does he think he is? “ I groan.

“ Who do I think I am? Hmm… I think I am the only person who can actually please you, make you scream. “ I heard Klaus say and I snapped my head up to see him standing in front of the closed door. I didn’t even hear him open the door, let alone come in. 

“ Get out, leave me alone..  I don’t want to deal with you right now. “ I said sternly as I stood up and crossed my arms over my chest.

" Awe come on Love, I was just having some fun.. don't be like that. " He said as he took one step closer, but I put my hand up signaling that I would prefer it if he kept his distance from me.

" Fun, Are you serious?! .. That was embarrassing, you were making my date uncomfortable! " I slightly yelled while throwing my hands up in the air. I noticed that when I mentioned my date, he narrowed his eyes and clenched his jaw.

" He's not the one for you, let alone the one you should be here with Y/N. " Klaus said and I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

" Oh please, don't start. You were the one who wanted to keep what we have going on as a bit of fun. I get that you're envious, but green is not a good color on you. " I said as I walked past him to get to the door, but before I could even grab the handle he pulled me back by my hair and caused me to yelp.

" You better watch who you're talking to sweetheart. Klaus said as he pulled my hair more, caused my head to go back and he wrapped his other hand around my throat then slightly squeezed. " I will.. fuck you in this room right now to remind you who you really belong to. Make you moan as loud as possible for your date downstairs to hear so he gets the memo. " 

At the mention of that, my breath hitched and I couldn’t help but squeeze my thighs together. I could feel the smirk on his lips in the crook of my neck, however I was determined to not let him win. “ Dinner is being served in 20 minutes which you know considering this is your party, there’s not enough time. “ I said 

“ Is that a challenge, love? “ He asked as he started to lightly kiss my neck and run his fingers up my thighs gently, but it was enough to leave a path of goosebumps on my skin. “ You know better than to challenge me. “ 

“ Maybe.. “ I replied and at that exact moment is when I felt his hand slip under my dress. He started tracing light circles along my abdomen causing my breathing to become shallow. His fingers found their way beneath my underwear and he began to slowly rub at my clit which made me whimper. 

I could feel his smirk in the crook of my neck and he quickened his movements, causing my knees to buckle. He wrapped an arm around my waist to help me stand up right then slipped a finger into me. I let out a sharp gasp and rested my head back against his shoulder. Klaus chuckled and started kissing my neck, most definitely leaving hickies behind. It was that moment that all other thoughts escaped my mind. I only focused on him and what he was doing to my body. 

“ Klaus… please. “ I moaned quietly 

“ What is it, love? “ He asked 

“ I need you.. “ I said through a whimper 

“ Yeah? “ Klaus replied 

“ Yes.. “ I answered breathlessly 

He pulled his hand away and walked me over to a desk that was in the corner of the room. Before I knew it, I was bent over and my dress was pushed up over my hips. Klaus pulled my underwear down my legs and helped me step out of it. There was a moment of silence before his hand came down and hit my ass with a loud smack that echoed throughout the room. I yelped which caused him to chuckle and I rolled my eyes while being thankful that he couldn’t see my face as I did. 

It wasn’t long before I felt him lining himself up with my entrance. He thrusted into me roughly causing me to moan. Klaus’s pace was slow and rough at first but then it became faster and more aggressive.  He grabs my wrists and pins my arms behind my back, using my arms as handlebars. My moans and the sound of our skin slapping is echoing off the walls, which only encourages him to pick up the pace slightly more. I’m so loud to the point that I feel like everyone can hear me over the classical music that is being played downstairs, but I didn’t care. 

“ That’s it love, let them hear you. “ He said as he wrapped my hair around one of his hands and used it to pull my head back, making me gasp. His other hand is still keeping my arms pinned behind my back. 

“ You’re mine.“ He whispered into my ear

” I’m yours.“ I whimpered back 

“ Damn right you are. “ Klaus replied 

He continued his brutal pace and angled his hips in order to hit the spot that brings me maximum pleasure. Klaus lets go of my wrists just to use his now freehand to reach around me and down between my legs. He starts rubbing my clit in slow rough circles. I’m a moaning, whimpering mess at this point and I am on the brink of hitting my orgasm already. Klaus tugs at my hair harder this time and pulls my back up against his chest. He starts kissing my neck again then gently bites my earlobe. 

“ Come for me, love. “ He whispers in my ear and I do just that while crying out his name. Klaus continues his movements for a moment longer until he reaches his high. He lets go of me and pulls away from me which causes me to whimper. I stand up right and turn around to face him, he hands me back my underwear and I slip them back on then I fix my dress and flatten it out. I look up at him and before I can even get a word out he cups my face and kisses me. I kissed him back and this kiss was so much different compared to our others. It was sweet, soft, and filled with meaning. When we finally pulled away from each other he smiled at me then kissed my forehead. It was in that moment that I knew things were going to be different from now on. 

“ Considering the fact that I am certain your date is no longer here, will you be mine? “ He asked 

“ Yes. “ I replied with a smile 

“ Perfect.” Klaus said with a smile as he held his hand out and I took it then we walked out of the room together. 

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[moremaybank]

hiiii! i can’t explain how excited i am to request this so here we go!

Y/N is dating Elijah. One day she goes baby shopping with him to get sister’s newborn some clothes. Whilst there, she gushes on about children (her period ended days ago and but her hormones are going haywire). Days later she drops the clothes at her sister’s place and holds her niece (Elijah is with her). Y/N notices how natural he looks with a baby so it turns her on, that evening in bed back at home, she points this out to him. She says he knows they can’t have kids but she’d enjoy trying anyways, he admits he has a breeding kink….the rest is up to you. 💋

BABY FEVER — e.m

pairing elijah mikaelson x fem!reader

summary seeing elijah doting on your baby niece excites you in more ways than one

warnings 18+, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie, choking, edging, dirty talk/language, imprint, spanking, praise kink, degradation kink, overstimulation, anal play, a dash of oral sex (f. receiving), let me know if i missed any

author's note she's a biggie. i hope you i made you proud with this, bestie😘 @amournoir

elijah masterlist

“sweetheart, please do not cry."

elijah used the pad of his thumb to wipe away a stray tear from your cheek as you peered down at the large selection of infant-sized onesies in front of you.

“i can’t help it. look how tiny this onesie is, ‘lijah,” you pouted, holding up the one you picked out for elijah to see. "'i'm not spoiled...my auntie just loves me.' it's perfect. help me grab one in every colour they offer."

it had been a week since your sister gave birth to her bundle of joy, gifting you a gorgeous little niece by the name of avery. you'd never had your own niece or nephew to spoil rotten, so when you heard your sister was pregnant, you were over the moon.

you'd forced elijah to join you on your mission to the baby store — not that he could ever say no to you — and all you'd done since you two had arrived was gush over any item your gaze landed on. the minuscule-sized pink frilly socks, the baby dresses adorned with silk bow sashes, the flower headbands...the list goes on. if it weren't for elijah bringing you back down to earth every five minutes, you were sure you'd be buying the entire store.

you tried. you tried so hard to resist, but you couldn't help it. the thought of those chubby little baby rolls, their adorable gummy smiles, how peaceful they look when they sleep, that delectable newborn baby smell...it was all too much, and it sent your hormones (and ovaries) that were already short-circuiting thanks to your recently-ended period, into overdrive.

"how many articles of clothing could a newborn need? she will outgrow all of them in three weeks' time."

"hush. i want her to have a selection," you argued, smacking his chest lightly with the back of your hand in warning. "honestly, you should be counting your blessings. if this were our baby, every baby store in the state would be cleared out. you know i like to be prepared."

elijah smiled at that because he knew you were only kidding, but in the back of his mind, he began to worry that somewhere down the line, his lack of the ability to give you a baby of your own would be something that drove you two apart. he loved you with every fibre of his being and wanted to provide you with everything. but a part of that everything just wasn't feasible — at least not in the traditional way. and to make matters worse, his younger brother klaus had been able to do the impossible without even trying. it was enviable.

he decided to shake it off, telling himself that he shouldn't be stressing out over a topic that hadn't been brought up. you'd always believed in the good, and in turn, you'd helped him believe in it too.

"darling, she's only been a part of the human population for a week now, i don't believe that picking out what onesie she's going to wear will be high on her priority list."

you frowned at him, handing him another onesie to place inside your nearly-full shopping cart. "it doesn't matter. i'm her aunt. it's my job to shower her with whatever she wants for the rest of her life. it's that simple, my love," you told him before you walked ahead of him over to the baby books.

elijah followed you while pushing the cart, always the one to do what he was told when it came to you. to be quite honest, there wasn't a single thing he wouldn't do for you.

"as much as i believe you to be going a tad overboard, i do adore how big your heart is."

you smiled in return, "i know this is all a bit much, i'm just...enthusiastic. besides hope, i've never had a niece or nephew before. i just want to make sure i'm doing this whole 'aunt' thing justice."

"you're a remarkable aunt to hope, and you're going to be just as exceptional of an aunt — if not more — to avery," elijah reassured you, his hands finding your face as he tilted it downwards. his lips pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead to seal the deal.

"you really think so?"

"i know so."

-

"so, how's the mom life treating you so far?" you questioned, looking over at your sister from your seat in her kitchen. her eyes were set on elijah, who was doting on avery in a matter of ten seconds. just one look at her, and he was putty in her little infant hands. and by god, was it a sight.

"it's...a lot. i mean, i'm responsible for a whole other human life now. it's kinda crazy if you think about it. and it can be pretty gruelling at times. but on the other hand, i've never felt so much love. there's something about holding the life you created in your hands. it's awfully cheesy, but there is truly nothing like it."

you watched the stars behind your sister's eyes and how bright they shined at the mere thought of her daughter. she was filled to the brim with love for her child, and it was a great look on her. you knew it wasn't the same thing, but that's exactly how you looked when you spoke about elijah. you trusted that you felt that same tenderness and utter devotion toward him, that you would go to the greatest lengths just to see him smile.

but now...seeing elijah — strong, noble, and powerful elijah — holding a product of the miracle of life in his hands, watching him as he held your niece in his arms like she were the most precious gem he had ever come across...it made your heart soar even further than you'd ever thought possible. it also caused a fluttering sensation in your core as you took notice of how natural elijah's paternal instincts came to him.

he bounced her lightly in his arms, beaming down at her as he did so. avery's eyes were closed shut, but her mouth mirrored him, giving him a sleepy replica of his smile. she stretched her body, settling into elijah's hold a bit further, and her tiny hand slowly raised up to touch his face. elijah visibly melted, eyes sparkling as he looked over at you from his place in the living room.

your sister interrupted your thoughts by snapping her fingers in front of your face. "earth to y/n. dude, hello?"

"oh, uh — sorry. what were you saying?"

"i asked you why you felt the need to go and spend over three hundred dollars on baby paraphernalia for an infant," she replied, giving you a look. "i knew you were going to go crazy over becoming an aunt, but there was no way i could have prepared for this."

your brows furrowed and you threw a puzzled look her way, "how do you know how much i spent?"

"you let the receipt in the bag, dumbass."

you winced, running a hand over your face. "i swear i told elijah to remind me to take it out of the bag before we came."

"well, you didn't. sucks to suck. but since you brought up elijah..." she trailed off, giving you a suggestive look before her gaze moved over to your boyfriend's.

"what?" you asked, noticing how she was peering at you.

"nothing, just...he seems to be a natural. i mean, if avery wasn't mine and i saw those two walking on the street, i'd assume she belonged to him."

you chuckled, shaking your head at her as you turned to look at elijah and avery once again. your sister had a point. it was undeniable how in sync you two were mentally, surely the product of growing up so close.

"i was thinking the same thing. i might have to take him home and convince him to try to make one of our own," you joked in response, sipping the coffee from the mug in front of you on the counter.

"you couldn't just let me have this one thing, huh?" your sister responded, smiling as she shook her head at you.

"what kind of little sister would i be if i didn't try to steal your thunder? you know i thrive off of attention."

-

you were laid in bed, applying lotion to your hands as you watched elijah emerge from the shower. the door opened, and a cloud of steam surrounded his body. the light from the lamps on your bedside tables reflected off of the water droplets littered across his bare chest and torso, and the sight did nothing to quell the rapidly increasing ache you'd felt for him since that day at the baby store.

his eyes landed on you, and he gave you a smirk when he noticed how you were ogling him. it was almost pitiful how much that tiny action affected you, but you were whipped — unashamedly so.

"what is on your mind, my love?"

you set your lotion back in the drawer of your end table, giving him a bashful smile as your cheeks began to flush.

"i'm just thinking about how much i loved watching you with avery earlier. deep down, my boyfriend, the thousand-year-old original, is a big ole' softy. it's incredibly sexy."

"hm," elijah hummed, walking over to your side of the bed, "is that so?"

he was now towering over you, his delicious body only inches away from you now. his hand threaded itself into your hair, gripping it slightly as he tilted your head up so he could meet your gaze, and his thumb stroked along your temple.

you gulped in anticipation, your eyes trailing down the prominent muscles of his bare torso until they landed on the towel that was wrapped loosely around his hips, and you wanted nothing more than to yank it off. it was hard to maintain your self-control, especially when your gorgeous, hand-carved boyfriend was standing in front of you with nothing but a towel covering the most intimate parts of him.

"mhm," you nodded. "i know we can't make a baby of our own, but the thought of us trying... it'd be fun, wouldn't it?" your fingers lightly ran over his exposed skin above the towel. your light touch caused goosebumps to form on his skin, and his hand wrapped around your throat as he pulled you up gently to your knees.

"i can't think of anything i'd enjoy more," he breathed, releasing his grip on your locks and placing both hands on your clothed hips. "you certainly know how to get a rise out of me, sweetheart. tempting me with the idea of pumping you full of my cum until your pretty cunt cannot hold any more of me."

you clenched your thighs together, his words having seeped into your veins and down to your core. your clit throbbed, growing sensitive as you pictured elijah claiming your cunt over and over, with his cum leaking out of you and drenching the bed sheets. your panties were slowly dampening, and you craved more of his touch.

elijah felt your muscles tense underneath his touch, and as if he knew your thoughts, his fingers slipped under the skimpy hem of your silk nightgown. they hooked into your panties, his bodily warmth inched closer to the area that craved him the most, and a shiver went up your spine, perking up your nipples as they peaked through the thin material.

"why the hell are you still wearing a towel?" you whispered, your tone reeling him in even further.

"i'm not totally sure. perhaps i should remove it."

"agreed," you smiled, biting your lip as his hand tugged the towel off of his hips, casting it onto the floor. your eyes caught sight of his hardening length. it was already red and visibly angry as it ached for the attention only you could satisfy it with. you salivated at the view, and elijah watched as you became memorized by him. there was no way in hell he would let all of those scorching feelings go to waste.

elijah climbed on top of you as you leaned back onto your elbows, his hands returning to their place under your nightgown to toy with the tiny lace material that covered your cunt. the tips of his fingers brushed over your clothed clit, sending a jolt of energy through you. you tried to grind your hips into his digits, but elijah stopped you, his hand pressing you down against the mattress.

"you know the rules, my darling. i am the one in control. you don't get to feel good unless i say so. is that understood?"

you nodded, his authoritative tone making clear where you stood in this scenario. you loved elijah like this, loved handing your body over to him to use in every way he wished to. your submissive side relished in the control he took over you, and it was as if you lived to please him. like it was your sole purpose, and nothing else mattered.

elijah pushed you flat on your back, your head hitting your pillow as his lips found your neck. he licked a stripe up your pulse point, his fangs poking out momentarily and dragging lightly against your skin. he braced one hand on your neck to keep you in place as his other tugged your panties to the side. he collected some of your slick on his fingers, smoothing it over your bundle of nerves and massaging it in agonizingly slow and torturous circles. you gasped when you felt one of his fangs break through the barrier of your skin ever so slightly, drawing a drop of blood from it. it trailed down your neck a little before elijah lapped it up.

"how is it that every part of you is so sweet? even the blood that courses through your veins is just as candied as your heart. so decadent," he murmured against your skin. he sucked on different parts of your neck and collarbone, marking you up as he continued to tease you with his fingers. he could feel how wet you were as he gathered more of the slick that was oozing out of you. "is all this for me, my love? is this how badly you want me to fuck every drop of my cum into your needy cunt? so pathetic."

his taunting only caused more fluttering inside of you, your walls clenching around nothing as he teased the very tip of his index and middle fingers at your entrance. he brought his fingers up to your lips, shoving them inside your mouth as he ordered you to suck your arousal off of them. you obeyed his command, your tongue lapping at his digits as you relished in the taste of yourself.

when you finished, he drew his fingers back and wrapped his hand around your throat as his free hand lined himself up with your entrance.

"do you want to make me proud?" he asked, his hold on your throat keeping your gaze locked on his.

you nodded in return, but it didn't seem to be the sort of response that elijah wanted from you. his fingers curled around your throat tighter, and he pulled your face closer to his.

"i'll ask again. will you make me proud?"

"yes. i'll do whatever you want. love pleasing you," you replied.

"then you'll lie still for me while i fuck you full?"

"yes. use me to make yourself come. i'll be so good for you," you spoke, eyes pleading for him to do something. all you wanted was for him to use you in any way he saw fit. you didn't care what he did or how he did it. you just needed to feel him.

"good," he said, and that was the only resemblance of a warning you received before you felt his cock slam into you. he buried himself to the hilt, and he was so big inside you that you could see his length poking out from inside you. he traced over the imprint protruding from your abdomen, looking up at you with a proud smirk. "look how wide i stretch out this tight little cunt. how full i stuff you. it is divine."

it was divine. elijah was so deliciously deep inside of you, you'd convinced yourself to believe that you could feel him in your throat. "you fill me up so perfectly, baby. stuff me over and over until i'm a mess for you...until i can't take it anymore. please," you begged. you were trying to rile him up, and you could see that it was working as your eyes locked with his.

"because you asked me so very nicely..." he said, easing himself out to the tip before he rutted into you harshly, "i will give it to you just how you want me to." you squealed at his force. your fingers grasped the sheets that surrounded you as elijah's pace quickened, giving you no time to adjust to his size. his movements were merciless, and with every thrust, it felt like he was knocking the wind out of you.

"i want you to look at us...watch how i fuck you," elijah ordered, his hand around your throat tugging your gaze down to where he was fucking you. but that wasn't the only thing that caught your eye. you kept your sight on your abdomen as you watched his cock slide in and out. the view was so erotic that you felt yourself beginning to clamp around his length already. you brought one of your hands down to toy with your clit in an attempt to help you reach your high.

"want all your come, 'lijah. need to feel you leaking out of me. please, i'm so close."

it hadn't even been five seconds after you begged him to come when elijah pulled out of you suddenly. he knew how close you were. his knowledge of your body and how responsive you were to his touch was something that was definitely not lacking.

you whined at the loss of contact instantly, and before you could blink, elijah had both of your hands pinned above your head with the hand that previously rested on your throat.

"did we not agree that you only come when i say so?"

you nodded pitifully. you knew who was in control. there wasn't even a question. but you were hoping he would let it slide since he was so wrapped up in you imploring him to breed you.

"you should have listened to me, sweetheart. now i am forced to punish you. i surely cannot allow you to get away with misbehaving."

"elijah, please. i'm sorry. i'll behave, i promise. i need you to make me come."

"you should have thought of that before you decided to disobey me," he spoke. he then used his vamp-speed to put you on your knees before him. his hands grabbed hold of your wrists and pulled them behind your back. he left one hand on them, his vice grip making it difficult to release yourself from his grasp — not that you wanted to. with that same hand, he pushed your wrists into the arch of your spine, pushing you as far as you could go. you yearned for the high elijah would grant you by the night's end; that was a no-brainer. but you also wanted yourself to be at his mercy completely, and elijah was acting on those very same desires.

elijah landed a harsh smack on your ass, your flesh stinging as red hues rose to the skin there. he then plunged his cock into your entrance, his free hand ramming your ass against his hips as he fucked you mercilessly.

the only thing you could do in response to his actions was call out his name repeatedly, the volume filling your shared bedroom. your throat was already raw, vocal cords aching as you panted heavily. you bit down on the comforter below you, squeezing your eyes shut as you let elijah teach you your lesson.

"that's it, darling," he said, punctuating his sentence with another slap onto your ass, "take all of me. you adore being punished, don't you? you're such a pathetic little slut for me that you'll let me use you in any way i feel inclined, hm?" he sneered, fucking you further into the mattress.

the pleasure was more than overwhelming, but if he ripped it away from you, you knew that would leave you aching even more. it was too much, but not enough at the same time, and that thought drove you insane. if this was how you went out, you'd die a happy woman. the tears that welled in your eyes began to roll down your cheeks, dampening the duvet in front of you as you shoved your face deeper into it.

elijah's hand gained a grip on your hair as he continued his brutal thrusts, and he yanked you upward. your back was flush against his chest, and his arms wrapped around your middle as he fucked into you harder, still. your hands gripped his biceps, and your nails clawed into them, leaving behind crescent-shaped marks on his skin as you clung to him.

"no running, darling. you're not going anywhere. i'm going to fill you up with my seed, and you're going to be my best girl and take it. isn't that so?"

"shit — yes, baby. i'm your good fucking girl. i'll take it all," you sobbed. your legs felt like jelly, they were trembling beyond control, and if it weren't for elijah's hold on you, you'd be limp.

"i can feel you, my love. gripping my cock like a vice. you spoil me. you'd do anything to come right now, wouldn't you?" he taunted as he felt your walls squeezing him once again. when you nodded furiously, starting to convulse around him a little harder, he tore your high away from you once again, dropping you down onto the bed. you planned on crying out and pleading for him to let you come, but those plans were interrupted when elijah gripped your hips, pulling them back up so he could lap at your cunt. his cock twitched with need as he'd robbed himself of his own release, but he didn't care because he knew how forcefully the waves would crash over both of you when the time came.

"elijah," you gasped in shock, your clit throbbing immensely as his lips wrapped around it. his tongue swirled around it, flicking and toying with it with precise movements. meticulous enough to keep you on the brink of your orgasm, but not quite enough to push you over the edge. your hips subconsciously rolled against his face, and he pulled back. he stood up once more, slapping your clit and pulling another squeal from you before he plunged into you again. this time, he planned on rewarding you — and himself — with his come filling your pussy up.

"you're so beautiful when you turn into a mess for me. i'm so proud of you, sweet girl," he grunted as he rutted into you as hard and deep as he could. his speed was inhumane, vampire tricks coming into play as he brought you closer and closer to your orgasm.

"'lijah, i need it so fucking bad, i'll do anything. please let me soak your cock," you cried out.

elijah obeyed, granting you your wish as he pushed his thumb into your puckered hole. you erupted, your walls gripping him so tightly that it made it difficult for him to keep moving. "there we go, sweetheart. make a mess all over me. do your absolute worst," he gritted through his teeth.

he threw his head back as he kept up his unwavering pace, chasing his own orgasm. he brought his free hand down to your clit, rubbing it harshly so he could keep you wrapped tightly around him.

you were beginning to come down, but elijah was still rapidly chasing his high with his unforgiving thrusts. sobbing was an understatement at that point; you were nothing but a weeping puddle as the overstimulation sent you into a frenzy. you were so exhausted that all you could do was lie there and let elijah fuck you to his heart — and cock's — content.

"fill me up, baby. pump me full of your seed. make me your little breeding whore," you encouraged as best as you could manage. you still felt the energy buzzing through your veins with every motion against your clit and thrust against your g-spot.

elijah's past goal of getting you to remain clamped around him seemed to be working because you were fast approaching another earth-shattering orgasm. he felt your walls start to grasp him once more, and finally, his cock twitched, and his seed sprayed the inside of you. you came together, the both of you collapsing onto the bed as you rode out your highs.

elijah began to slowly pull out of you when he noticed the mixture of both of your releases starting to slip out of you. he stroked inside of you slowly, fucking both of your come back into you.

you hissed at the contact, still extremely sensitive as you turned your head, locking eyes with your boyfriend. he looked gorgeous, all fucked out and glowy from the sheen of sweat that laid over his skin. still, that didn't stop you from noticing the slightly worried expression that took over his features.

"what is it?" you questioned, your weak arm reaching up to smooth some hair away from his forehead.

"i know you have said that you are okay with my not being able to procreate, but i just worry that i'm taking your dreams away. i do not wish to be the one that holds you back from the future you have always planned. i love you far too much to do that to you."

your gaze softened, and you shuffled closer to him, your hand finding his chest and resting over his heart.

"my future isn't dependent on having kids. it is, however, dependent on being with you."

elijah's hand rested on top of yours as his eyes searched yours, "you're certain?"

"i am. i promise."

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