#jeremy gilbert x male reader

[zaceouiswriting]

The helpful teacher

Character: Jeremy Gilbert x teacher!male reader

Universe: Vampire Dairies

Warnings: Smut, inappropriate relationship between teacher and student, slightly forced sexual relationship but also not really

“Please, don’t forget your homework! The last essay showed me that you all have to work harder!” I call after my students without results. Sighing, I glanced at my grades sheet. Of twenty-five students, fifteen failed, and only two scored above average. Even though I haven't been a teacher for long, this course is far worse than any other I've taught this far. One of them, in particular, grinds my gears: Jeremy. I read some of his works before my class, and they were excellent. His downfall is truly heartbreaking.

Just as I was thinking about why one of the best students had fallen, there was a crash in my classroom. My eyes immediately jumped up. Back there in the class was none other than Jeremy himself. He is moving slowly as if he were drunk. He has trouble freeing his backpack from his chair. Jeremy shook and pulled until he stumbled back with his freed backpack in his hands.

With a gloomy smile, he threw the backpack over his shoulder and wandered towards the door.

“Stay for a moment?” I ask him harshly.

Hearing the tone in my voice makes him jump, his eyes widening as he realizes I'm still in the same room. I could immediately tell that something was wrong. His pupils are dilated, his eyes bloodshot. He reluctantly comes towards me, his hands in his pockets.

“Sit down.“

Jeremy follows my orders, seemingly knowing he's already in enough trouble. And he is, especially with his low grades.

“Would you like to explain why you’re drunk in my class?”

“I’m not drunk,” he speaks rather slowly.

“What then?“

Dismissively he crossed his arms before his chest. But sighs a moment later and says, "It does not matter. It’s not like you or anyone cares.”

At this point, I'm already upset. My disappointment is immeasurable. Still, I want to help him. But I can only do that if he wants help, too, and that doesn't seem to be the case.

"Then explain to me why someone as smart as you is failing every class and even got an F in a class you once excelled in."

He only sits there in silence. Anger burns in his eyes, but there is also something else, a pain that begs for help. As long as he keeps quiet, no one can help him.

“If you don’t answer me, come over here and bend over my desk.”

He tilts his head, confusion written all over his face. But my patience is already running out. In a decision that seems strange even to me, I step forward, grab him by his sweater, and pull him to his feet. Only to lead him to my desk, push him against it, turn him around, and slam his torso onto an open surface.

Before he could say anything, I pull his pants down. It's baffling why some teenagers don't wear belts. But I have to admit, it can be convenient in certain situations.

“You can’t do that!” He tries in vain to change my mind. But it's already too late.

I pull his underwear down enough to reveal his ass, a pretty and pale one at that. He's obviously never shown it to the sun, which is sad because Jeremy is rather attractive, and just from his butt alone, I can tell his body isn't bad either.

Strangely, he didn't try to get away. Even though his hands were balled into fists, with which he could've easily pushed me away. I would be lying if I said I didn't like it somewhere. He even looks like he's enjoying it, but it was most likely due to his drunken state.

With a sudden slap, I brought Jeremy back to reality, but even though my slap on his ass cheek was pretty hard, he didn't make a sound. Wondering why, I take a look at his face. I see him biting his bottom lip, his eyes are closed, and a shy smile coupled with a blush spreading across his cheeks shows me a darker side of him.

Riled up by his show of want for this punishment, I give him an entire spanking. However, he still doesn't make a sound. It somehow got me angry and disgusted with him. So I quickly take out a ruler. For a second, I see Jeremy open his eyes, but before he can see my new weapon, I swing and slam the ruler on his butt. For the first time, a scream comes from his lips, satisfying me. Suddenly, I feel something moving in my pants as I look down. I become horrified to see myself getting hard. Disturbed by my body's reaction, I dropped the ruler to the floor.

My hand moves of its own accord, caressing his ass and absorbing the sight of his ruddy glory. But soon, one of my fingers found his crack. Feeling bold, I let a finger wander towards it. But Jeremy told me to stop before I could get too far into it. Shocked that he finally found his words, I did as asked, at least for the moment. He still didn't move, so, encouraged by his unmoving position, I slid my finger through it again and even poked his hole.

I never in my life thought Jeremy would slam his hand on my desk and tell me to stop in a deep, sexy, authoritative tone. I'm so shocked that my knees buckled. Could a man younger and smaller than me really make me falter?

Then suddenly, what I had been wondering finally fell from my lips, so I ask, “Why didn't you move if you didn't like it?”

Silence. Jeremy didn't move, but he didn't say anything either. I try to stand up again, thinking he wouldn't say anything more, that I'd gone too far.

“Because you didn't tell me to,” he says, embarrassed.

Stunned by his words, I fall to my knees again. I try to think of what he could mean, but it quickly sends me into a whirlwind of thoughts. It's getting so bad my head is spinning.

“So if I told you to turn around, would you do that?”

He hummed in agreement but nothing else. So I tell him to turn around, and he does. His underwear is still in the same position, just with the second-largest tent I've ever seen. So large, in fact, that I think he could use it as a real weapon, at least to destroy someone's guts.

“Fuck!“

“What?” asks Jeremy, nervously.

But I’m too far gone at that point. I leap forward, pulling his underwear down completely. As his large, thick cock jumps in my face, all I could do was look up. For the first time, I see how handsome Jeremy truly is. Before I know it, my right hand is wrapped around his cock while my left fondles his big balls. He again bites his bottom lip.

“Are you doing everything I tell you?” Jeremy nods silently. "So if I told you to slam me on the floor and fuck me hard, would you do that?" He nods again. “And if I told you to kiss me, would you do that too?”

“Everything,” he says to me, trying not to moan.

“What if I tell you I want to do something to your ass?”

Suddenly his hands grab mine, and in an angry voice, he says, “Everything but my ass.”

I am shocked by his sudden change in behavior. Out of nowhere, I feel a knot explode in my stomach, and before I know it, I cum hard in my underwear. My whole body convulses violently. If Jeremy hadn't held me by the arms, I would have fallen sideways like a sack of potatoes.

It takes me a moment to come back to my senses, but Jeremy is still in the same position and seems unaware of the effect he's really having on me and my body.

"So you're a service top?" I ask, out of breath as soon as the fog in my head has cleared.

"What is that?“

“Doing whatever your partner sexually wants to satisfy him and make sure he enjoys every damn second of it. Like a good boy.”

Jeremy blushes at my words. It's quite adorable. He swallows loudly, clearly unsure of his next words. He whispers quietly, “I want to be a good boy.” He looks away shyly, biting his bottom lip again before clearing his throat and shrugging his shoulders. “As long as someone drains my balls, I don’t care.”

The second part obviously serves his male pride, which he should preserve. Because damn, he looks hot being prideful. Looking at him with flushed cheeks while he bites his bottom lip, he looks submissive, but when I look into his eyes, there is something completely different, a dominating force that makes me shudder. He's obviously holding back, but how far could I push him? Would he ever break, or would he just get power through it?

His hands slowly withdrew and instead grabbed the edges of my desk so I could do whatever I wanted with his large member. He leans back and thereby makes himself vulnerable to me. Jeremy is so young and yet mature enough to handle such a situation.

I look at his cock again and slowly stroke it up and down. The rest of my discipline quickly faded.

“Fuck it,” I say in a desperate voice, just before I put his head in my mouth. It's already filling my mouth, and I haven't even put much of his cock into it. But the taste is bitter and sweaty. I take it out of my mouth but still stroking as I look up. “From now on, you will wash yourself everyday, understand?”

Jeremy nodded awkwardly, clearly unprepared for such an order. Although he seems to have forgotten all about it, when I open my mouth wider and take about a third of his member into my mouth, I elicit a long moan from him. His cock is already shaking on my tongue. Maybe it's the first time someone is touching him, but I didn't think he would cum so early.

Just as I was thinking about it, it happened. An enormous amount of liquid ambrosia fills my mouth, and I quickly have trouble swallowing. But in the end, I didn't lose a single drop.

After I clean his cock, I pull it out. But it didn't go down, which is perfect since I'm not done with him yet.

“Sit on my chair!“

“Wha-“

"Get a grip and get on my chair! You want to be a good boy, right? Then sit in my fucking chair!“

As I raise my voice, he scrambles like a child with his hand in the cookie jar. He almost knocked over my chair when he jumped on it. A sudden surge of guilt washes over me. Is he so emotionally starved that he would do anything to feel connected to someone in some way? Am I really taking advantage of an emotionally hurting boy?

As I ponder on my decision to ruin my life just for an affair with one of my students, I look at Jeremy again. Unwashed, probably for a few days, heavy bags under his bloodshot eyes and slurred words. But besides that, there is an eagerness in his eyes, the look of an injured or abandoned puppy wanting a connection. Even though I feel guilty, I want to help him, and if I get something out of it, all the better. 

I slowly pull up my tight shirt and show the boy my vigorously trained body. He sat in amazement, staring at the body I was hiding. Shedding off my pants, I thought he was going to pass out. I'm not the biggest, but I have a great body and ass. Jeremy probably wouldn't find another ass this good in a long while, as I take extreme care of myself.

"Do you want to touch me first or-"

“Yes!” Jeremy shouts before I can even finish.

I smile at him and step closer to him so he won't have to get up again. When he still didn't move, I lean in and whisper close to his ear, "Touch me wherever you want, but don't you dare get up from this chair!"

Gulping loudly, Jeremy nods slowly. When I receive his answer, I straighten my back again and pose in front of him. His hands roam over my body, discovering every little part of me. I even kneel down between his legs when he shows interest in my upper body, where he immediately starts touching me. He is so gentle, always silently asking with his eyes if everything is okay. He really is a sweetheart.

But when his soft hand caresses my warm cheek, he looks deep into my eyes. As soon as our eyes meet, I know I can't wait any longer. Before he could react, I stand up, push him back into the chair, and sit on his lap. He looks stunned the whole time.

"This is your first time, isn't it?" He gulped but nodded. “Well, then we have to make it memorable, right?” I ask, winking at him.

He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. It feels more like he's about to go to heaven. So to get him back, I move my ass, letting his big cock slide between my ass cheeks. He snaps back to reality and almost dares to touch me, but at the last second, he stops his hands from gripping my waist. This will be the most fun I've had in a long time. I'm sure about that.

***

It's dark when I finally open the door to my classroom again. I have no idea how long we were in there. Jeremy is close behind me, exhausted, but the corners of his mouth are turned up in a happy smile.

"A good chat, Mr. Gilbert," I tell him, clearing my throat, "If we do this everyday, I'm sure you'll be back on track in no time."

“Everyday?” he asks, swallowing loudly.

But I didn't say anything else. Instead, I walk past him and go out. Luckily, the janitor hadn't made his rounds yet. I wait outside for Jeremy, who walks quickly past me with his head bowed without looking back, stirring something inside me.

As I get into my car, I sit there for a moment. Reaching for the seatbelt, it suddenly dawns on me. Did I just force one of my students to have sex with me to raise his grades? I slam my hands on the steering wheel and curse myself. How could I convince myself I would help a hurting young man like that? By using him? Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

“Fuck!” I finally mutter and start the engine. Even though I know not to drive angry, I couldn't stay there any longer before someone would find me and ask why I was still there. Still, I couldn't stop cursing myself for something so stupid.

My therapists will be happy to hear that my impulse control seems to be gone again. Even after the many years of hard work, we had done. Except I should probably leave out that it was a student of mine. The least I can do for myself is not to sabotage myself further.

[supercap2319]

If you have time, You and Damon make Jeremy dress up as Cupid and present himself and love him in a thong and wings.

"You know you actually look better this way, Little Gilbert." Damon teased with a smirk on his lips. To see Jeremy Gilbert in this was truly a treat for the eyes.

Y/N admired the golden wings and red straps going down Jeremy's surprisingly muscular body. Who would have thought that Elena's little brother would be so hot and sexy as a Cupid for Valentine's Day.

"Guys, this is embarrassing. Why am I the only one who has to dress up?" Jeremy whines with a blush. This was utterly humiliating. He was basically naked except for the red thong between his legs.

Because. You look so beautiful and good like this. Definitely in for a wild ride tonight." Damon smirks, fangs out.

[davidlikesguys02]

Home Alone

Word count: 1,185

Warnings: 18+, gay sex, Virginity loss, Dom!Jeremy Gilbert, shy virgin!male reader, dom/sub, fingering, cum in ass, unprotected sex.

Requested by: @sirezty

GIF not mine

Kinkmas 2022

You step out of the warm shower and wrap your towel around your body, you walk into your room and hear your phone begin to ring. You pick it up and answer “hey Jer” “hey M/n, what are you doing tonight?” “Not much I’ll probably practice some magic” “oh ok, we’ll if you get bored from practicing magic you can come over” “alright I’ll see if I can make it” “ok, I love you M/n” “love you too Jeremy” you hang up and begin to change into your clothes. You walk downstairs and run into your mom “mom is it okay if I go to Jeremy’s place for a while” “sure, just make sure to come back before dark or if your staying the night make sure to let me know”

You run towards her and pull her into a hug “you’re the best” you pull away from the hug “I know, just remember to use protection” “mom!” “I just want you to be careful” “I know, I’m always careful” she smiles at you “I know, you’re just my little baby” you huh her again “I love you mom” she kisses the top of your head “I love you too” you pull away from the hug and go to out your shoes on. “Are you walking or taking the car” “walking it’s only 10 minutes away” “ok be careful” “okay” you grab your keys and turn to open the door “see you later or maybe tomorrow”

She nods at you and you close the door behind you making sure to lock it, you begin to walk towards Jeremy’s house and after a few minutes you finally make it to their front door. You knock and wait a couple of seconds before Jeremy finally opens the door. “M/n you made it” “how could I turn down hanging out with my amazing boyfriend” you lean in and kiss him. He stands to the side and you walk in.

“Wanna watch a horror movie?” “Sure, what do you have?” “Well we just rented, drag me to hell” “alright, the movie is on the table and I’m going to grab some covers.” “Okay” you remove your shoes and leave them near the front door, you walk over to the table and grab the movie. You walk over to the dvd and insert the disk. You walk over to the sofa and take a seat, you grab the control and turn to see Jeremy coming down the stairs with some covers.

“You ready Jer?” He walks over to you and sets the covers on the sofa, he sits next to you and the two of you cover yourself with the covers and watch as the movie starts. The two of you watch the movie for a couple of minutes “Jer” he turns to look at you “yea?” “How come your sister is not hovering over us?” “She and Damon went away for the holidays”

“Oh, so we’re home alone” he turns to look back at the screen “yup” you turn to look back at the screen but you turn to look back at Jeremy. You take your hand and turn Jeremys face so he’s looking at you “are you okay?” You lean in and kiss Jeremy. You pull away from the kiss “are you okay” “I…I think I’m ready”

He takes your hand in his “are you sure? We don’t have too if you're not ready M/n” you smile and hold his hand tightly “I’m sure” he connects your lips once again and slowly pushes you down on the sofa. He pulls away smiling “I think we should take this to your room Jer” “alright” he stands up and hands you his hand, you take his hand and the two of you begin to walk up the stairs.

Jeremy slowly opens the door to his room “sorry, it’s kinda messy in here” you let out a small laugh “it’s okay” he closes the door behind you and he begins to remove his clothes. He looks at you “what? I’m I going too fast?” “No” “you don’t have to be shy M/n, I love you just the way you are” you smile at him and begin to take your clothes off.

Jeremy pics you up and begins to walk towards his bed, he slowly sets you down and he walks over to his bedside table. He opens one of the drawers and pulls out a small bottle “it’s lube, I don’t want to hurt you. I want to make you feel good” you watch as he applies some lube into his hands. He applies the lube into your hole and begins to massage it before slowly inserting one of his fingers.

“Relax” “okay” he starts removing and inserting his fingers on your tight hole “mhm Jer” “I know M/n. I’m going to add another finger” you feel as he adds another finger. After a few more thrust Jeremy finally removes his fingers from your hole “how did that feel?” “Strange but good” you said smiling. you watch as he gets up and begins applying a generous amount of lube on his cock.

You wait patiently and watch as Jeremy tugs on his cock, “are you ready?” “Yes” he crawls on top of you and begins inserting his cock into your hole “fuck, you’re still so tight” “mhm” he gives you a few minutes to get used to his size. “You can move Jer” “alright” he starts removing his cock from your hole before slowly thrusting it back inside of you. “Mhm” you bring your hand up to your mouth to cover it.

“No I wanna hear the sweet noises you make M/n” you slowly remove your hand from your mouth and feel as Jeremy hits something inside of you that makes a moan escape from your mouth “mmhm ahh” “fuck” you watch as he takes one of his hands and begins to hold the head board tightly “mhm harder Jer” “you sure?” “Please” he begins to thrust into you hard.

You hear as the bed begins to squeak and hit the wall “Jer I’m close” you feel as he grips your cock “yea?” You nod “let’s cum together alright” “ok” you begin to feel as your eyes roll to the back of your head, you’ve never felt pleasure like this before “ahhh JEREMY” “SHIT M/N” you arch your back as you cum all over your stomach. You feel as Jeremy begins to shoot his warm cum inside of you.

“FUCK” “Ahh” he looks down at you and leans in to kiss you, after a few minutes he pulls away from the kiss “you did amazing M/n” “thanks” you feel as he removes his cock from your hole. He falls next to you catching his breath, you turn to look at him “I love you Jeremy” he turns to look at you “I love you too M/n” you lean in and give him a peck on his lips “ready to go again?” He smiles at you “Give me a couple of seconds”

[generic-wattpad-badboy]

(I hate matt donovan so freaking much but sacrifice need to be made)

[diorncoke]

Your my little sunshine, you make me happy when skies are grey⋆˙𖤓⟡˙⋆ (1/2)

🫧⋆｡°✩ summary: in the moments of being under the influence of a man who averaged out the death rate of an entire state, Stefan is tangled in finding a comfortable home for a sweet girl who has the status he hadn’t heard about in centuries.

authors note: goddess, i had a fanfic about this years ago, and i didn’t go anywhere with it. so here is that tiny space in my brain that wanted to post this :) — word count: 7.8k

🌞 characters: the vampire diaries \ college au! , jeremy gilbert , / x black! fem! little! reader .☀︎ ݁ ˖

🌞 content warning(s): no set plot line, some use of y/n, talks of anxiety attacks, reader is a wolf pup, stefan & damon being big brothers, baby babbles, ¡male lactation!, use of rattles (i want one so bad), fluff, mentions of weapons, bottles, nesting, swearing, protective tatted jeremy, littles are knowledgeable, cliche asf ;) — third person pov!

🌞 before reading: her outfit, pjs & bottle , https://pin.it/2eS7TCc , https://pin.it/5VSFrm0 https://pin.it/4DQNyfF

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆ The sun reached its peak before completely shining on the state of Michigan, New Orleans, specifically in the small town area of an infamous bar owned by the well-known witch in the area. Gloria is a flamboyant soothsayer, and many would describe her as charmingly intelligent with looks that have the appearance of only being forty years old. Though she wasn't anywhere near, she was more than a hundred years old, though she was not immortal.

She held the tasks of the spirits coursing through her fingers that allowed her to create many mixtures to slow down the aging she would have been subjected to. The world she accepted was due to her knowledge of mystical objects and the magical arts she knew best.

In the area, the day was ending, while for Gloria, it was just the beginning of a long day of watching the town folk drink themselves silly at barely noon. She began by noting out the invention from last night and checking for any fruit flies that tried to find homes in her classic liquor bottles. With her wooden clipboard, she walked around the remaining spaces behind the bar running her own rancid on the boxes. Considering it to be finalized, she threw the clipboard inside a drawer before pulling out a wine glass before she eventually poured herself a small glass of Chardonnay.

She held the tasks of the spirits coursing through her fingers that allowed her to create many mixtures to slow down the aging she would have been subjected to. The world she accepted was due to her knowledge of mystical objects and the magical arts she knew best.

The witch felt the vibrant flavour of the white wine flourish against her dry thirst perfectly. She could age the wine with access to the best wineries in the area; who would care for this damned bar like her if she wasn’t alive. With a deep breath, she gathered the bottle and glass to its rightful place, still tasting the sweet tangle in her mouth before she took it upon herself to unlock the doors without having to walk over.

She began to walk against the bar edge before she heard the bell on the top of the door ring announcing its presence to the owner. Her back faced the bar top, placing tiny red straws into cups. It had only been a few minutes of opening before she felt folks pouring in; her bar was a classic spot with plenty of folks from over a hundred years ago still coming in and out. The perks of knowing a witch in the area to keep her young, she couldn’t imagine the looks of her ancestors as they watched her as closely helping wolves and a select few humans.

She smiled to herself, thinking of her past family before she took it upon herself to drown herself in an ageless potion to pause her aging, though she knew it would catch up to her eventually. Thinking so profoundly, the hairs on the back of her neck formed a light chilling breeze feeling the presence of something beyond human. Gloria was adept at reading people and the energy they gave off into the world; she had to. Bad energy minimizes the effect on the corners of the bar she saged with.

“What brings you here? You brought a friend, I see.” She announced her knowledge to the being before she could even turn around to face him. She plopped her hand around the cups of straws to place them behind her to the top above the seating arrangements for customers.

Gloria looked up towards the infamous Klaus Mikaelson in all his glory; she didn’t have to try and give off confidence as she held the powers of her ancestors. With one flick of her wrist, he would be forced out of her bubble alongside his friend without a second thought. She took in his body language, the glint of desperation in his eyes, looking behind to the clear picture of him and the former man she had known as Stefan Salvatore. A ruthless man who forced a man to drink his wife’s blood while they laughed, though from the look of him. He looked dazed and under Klaus’ compulsion. A clear abuse of power right in front of her. The damned wolf needed something from her, witches were always pulled into vampire drama.

Before she could ask what the infamous Klaus needed. He beat her to it.

“I need help locating a certain necklace. That my dear sister lost.” The sister in question scoffed from the front door of the bench she crossed her legs against. Gloria crossed her arms, hearing the beginning banter of the sibling just like they did in the 20s. She flared her eyebrows towards the hybrid, reminding him that he genuinely wanted something from her; he would need to be serious with her. If not, get the fuck out of her bar and don’t let the door hit you on the way out.

“Hmm. Give me your hand, sweetheart.” Gloria raised her hand, awaiting the vampire to do so. The sooner she did this, the quicker she could get them out and away from her upstairs home. She grasped the soft blonde’s bloodied hand into her own, instantly feeling the dark shadows of the vampire's mind. Her first heartbreak being of a father’s betrayal, brushing his children as though they were nothing. That said, she was only here on behalf of her brother and the undying love she mindlessly had for Stefan. With a deep breath, she placed herself into the powers the necklace had for itself, scouring into the universe, looking for its source before her search stopped. She had placed the energy perfectly in a matter of time.

“There’s a girl with her friends.” However, she got more than she liked to lead. The perfect carbon copy of the woman known back then as Katerina Petrova wearing the original witches necklace dangling between her chest as her friends watched her stir a pot of chilli. The atmosphere surrounding the doppelgänger when dark as she placed herself in her energy bubble, burning the girl's flesh harshly before her ancestors pushed her out of the vision. She opened her eyes, feeling goosebumps erupting between their hands across the til of the bar.

“Yes, a dead girl with dead friends if I don’t get my necklace,” Rebekah spoke out, still feeling Gloria's hand intertwined with her own. Before the witch let go of her, standing further back from the trio of vampires. The feeling she received was not something she was used to when it came to doing spells. It was dark; even though she fused into old voodoo, this was something she wouldn’t allow herself to tap into. Regardless of what the damned wanted her to do, she needed a plan. It wasn’t only her that needed protecting.

“That’s all I got. Just images. I need more time.” Gloria truly believed she had the upper hand in giving the vampires what they wanted. She needed time, so she pursued Stefan to understand why she did what she did. In hopes, he would take in the reader who lay sleeping in the connected house without a care in the world. Continuing the notion of confidence placed her hand on the same glass she had only placed underneath the bar top. She pushed the glass of wine in between her lips and drank. Though it did nothing to tolerate her nerves, it tasted good. From the glasses eye, she watched Klaus debate giving her what she wanted before Stefan took it upon himself to take the attention away from the witch.

“Hey, you know, why don’t we just come back later? I’m hungry. I’ll let you pick who we eat.” Stefan filled the void with an enthusiastic voice while walking to the front door. Knowing the siblings weren’t looking, he scrunched his eyebrows towards the drinking witch, understanding without much words from the way her heart was beating. Stefan couldn’t help but want to know more, regardless of the circumstances of his humanity that was destroyed like a light switch. When he looked at the witch, it reminded him of Elena, the desperate look behind her chocolate brown eyes that wanted nothing more than to embrace in her soft hug. Stefan knew it wouldn’t be the same after turning the one thing that brought everything back on, but this was the first step. He wouldn’t be the man he was being compelled by.

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆ It was effortless to make the Mikaelsons believe Stefan had betrayed the bonded trust of what Klaus mistook as a friendship. He forgot the truth of their connection is a clear abuse of power in the twenties and used his vampirism to create fantasies that fuelled his instincts he knew deep down were of his true nature. Although it made Gloria sick to her stomach, the feeling that he could rip her throat out in the second of vulnerability. She still took the correct herbs and mashed them grinding bowl speaking to the ancestors above with nothing but salted intentions in her words.

She created a sinister scenario that led the siblings in thinking the vampire had fled to find refuge in an unfamiliar place they would seek for enough time too distracted by petty things to realize Stefan was in the outs of Michigan. A lengthy time before her dear one would be blessed in sanctuary from the darkness of that damned hybrid. Though here she was in front of the door that reminded her of what could change the rest of her life and sharing that with a vampire was something she never expected. When she first met the reader she had all intentions of harming her as she wasn’t welcomed in a place she sacrificed everything for.

All the ageless nights to be disrupted by a broken window and shattered glass she refused to let the reader allow to seep her bare feet into. She had no shoes. Gloria took a deep breath and reminded herself of the severity of the current situation.

“Stefan, do you understand that in these circumstances, I will kill you with my bare hands if she is not taken to safety? Right?” Gloria has no room for doubt or frolicking regarding the very thing behind this door. The witch was not one to keep the reader so hidden for a long duration; it was perfect, though; she had a late night practicing her shifting abilities. The memory caught her in a frenzy of smiles before the witch remembered to unlock the multiple locks on the flowery door across the stairs to the bar.

“Of course. I remember you. I’m sure you’ll do much worse. I want to understand why you have chosen me?” Stefan asked hesitantly, leaning next to the door and awaiting the dreaded conversation between them. The vampire watched her fumble with the keys to each lock before beginning the discussion. He blinked softly, crossing his arms against his chest.

“You can be good for her. Or I trust you will find someone who is. My aging remedies can’t stop the aging from catching up to me much longer. I’m getting too old to take care of her.” Anyone in the listening distance could hear the pain straining in her voice, thinking of leaving this world before she could help her little one find herself again and have the ability to be small. Gloria placed the multiple keys into the loop of her denim jeans, giving Stefan one last look over. She wanted her words to linger in his senses; this was impotent to her and her ancestors. She would not give them the impression of disappointment.

The supernatural entities heard the locks click into the ears before Gloria pushed the door open lightly, not wanting to scare the little one behind it if she had still been sleeping.

Stefan stopped in his tracks and recalled a developing scent of wolf pups that was still undergoing growth before he could get a glimpse of them. It wafted into his sensitive nostrils before he took a deep breath taking in the sweet flowery scent wanting to keep it under his nose for the rest of his immortal life. It was divine and filled with life, something he couldn’t quite comprehend behind what he surrounded himself.

Gloria looked behind her, taking in the vampire's reaction to her little one. She smiled before clicking the light switch that only turned on the fairy lights across the walls, as the pup was quite sensitive to light fixtures that beamed into her eyes. The colourful area of strawberry shortcake decor covered the entirety of the room she could barely remember the colour of the walls or floor presences to her.

The witch took a light step towards the bed covered in plushies that the reader loved to cuddle against and scent. Her favourite one to do so was of a cow named Print; he was a special thing that if you pushed a button on his foot, his stomach lit up with stars on the ceiling. Close enough to the pup, she removed the picnic table printed blanket from the reader's sleeping state. Anyone could tell she was still a pup as she didn’t wake up alarmed by others entering her room.

Gloria looked to the side of her to see the pup she had been trying to wake up with tender swats on her back and bum. Her pretty doe ( eye colour ) opened up to the familiar face above her cradling face.

“Who is she? I haven’t seen littles in centuries. How did you find her?” Stefan hadn’t uttered a word in some time. He couldn’t bring himself to. He couldn’t vaguely remember when everyone had taken in people with smaller headspaces to fill the void for the undermining issue of no children for quite a while. The man stepped into the occupied territory before closing the door quietly, letting the question linger for an answer to meet.

“Hm. Her name is y/n. The poor thing was sent to kill me. Many folks in her pack believed she was an abomination and sent her to kill a witch. They hoped I would kill her. Boy, were they wrong? I fell in love with taking care of her. I don’t have any children of my own, you see.” Gloria believed the spirits called the reader to herself, guiding her through the hardships of life til she finally found someone who cared for her. Which is why she is the woman she is today. Gloria glanced towards the girl before taking a deep breath, knowing Stefan was not here to hear the whole story. However, she might have been wrong. The heavy vampire's eyes glanced at her baby beyond anything she had seen from the first time she met him. It was soft but short, knowing he had a reputation to uphold despite having no humanity.

“What happened to this pack?”

“I burned every single one of them to the bone. It took a lot, but I did it to protect her.” Gloria smiled, maneuvering the little so she rested against her shoulders rather than flush on her lap and pillow. She pushed her nose against her freshly washed hair, breathing in the brisk relaxing air surrounding her. It calmed her down in ways she didn’t know; coming into this room was a breath of fresh air. She would miss the comfort of her.

“I’ve kept her far too long from a pack. She needs one, Stefan. She won’t survive much longer with just me.” Before the vampire could speak, she quickly stated how long the reader had been away from the ritual of piling clothing and items; she loved to create the perfect area for a quiet hibernation. The reader's old pack was big on the little ones to ensure they were comforted in ways that some had seen as prehistoric for this day in age. Doing so was the first time in years of waiting to be found by Gloria that she created a nest. Gloria grimaced, feeling the painful memories of her pup during the nightly hour of how she craved to cuddle into her neck and scent her as pack members did.

“I will help you. I know someone who will take her in.” He heard her plead, thinking someone he had broken the heart of would understand his place in the vampire empire. He would beg on his knees to Elena after seeing the beautiful little creature grasping Gloria’s hand. Though, deep down this would be the perfect distraction to his whereabouts if they had a little one to take care of.

Stefan watched the witch place her black nail tapping the pup's squished face against her shoulder as she blinked slowly and softly, taking in the presence and warmth through the connected skin. The yawn, so simple yet cute from her chest, left a pout on her lips from the dryness that came with it. The blanket was sitting perfectly, squished around her legs and stomach though he could still see the flare of freckles on the reader's shoulders and stomach that were out, dancing for his eyes to consume. The vampire was attentive to everything she did, including the deafness of not hearing Gloria introducing him to the wolf before him. Eventually, seeing her ( eye colour ) eyes turn towards his own with a hint of curiosity. All he could do was place his sweaty hand on his pants to get rid of the wetness that came with being in this room.

“H-hello.” He called to her, seeing her sit up more comfortably in Gloria's lap. She fiddled with the hair in braids with her pink-coated fingers, twirling around each lock before she gave the courage to smile at the man. Before she eventually hid her face into Gloria's shoulders with a giggle. She was adorable in his eyes, though he wasn’t sure what to do. Was he supposed to continue standing awkwardly, or maybe he should sit on the chair on the opposing side of the bed? Though he didn’t sit unknowingly for long as Gloria picked up on his hesitance.

“You can sit. She’ll want to scent you eventually. If that’s alright?” Gloria asked, hoping it would be something he was comfortable with; it was something she did as not only a greeting but a nighttime routine when it came to accompanying a new member. They watched her lean away from the witch's lap and chest, awaiting Stefan to grasp her hand into his own. In doing so, she couldn’t help but try and place his hand close to the bottle that was empty on the side table he was sitting beside. She was building up quite an appetite.

“H-Hi.” She made sure to use her manners like Miss Gloria taught her. Her voice came out much more reluctant than she anticipated, she hadn’t seen many visitors in her time here. Most of the time she played by herself in her room or sometimes watched the people of New Orleans walk the street at nighttime. She gazed upon the burly man, taking in his presence that made her wolf whine on the inside. Something about his scent notified her that there was a part of him missing. Before she could dwell longer her mama interrupted her train of thoughts.

“Would you like to feed her?” The witch questioned, hoping he would, it was unfortunate, but she would have to understand she would no longer be the one to take care of the reader. Her heart was crushed just thinking about removing the littles' favourite pieces in the room condensed into a tote bag within the hour. Smiling sadly at the precious pup in her arms playing with the vampire's fingers, she distracted herself by creating a bottle of pure milk into the once empty one on the side table.

“Up and about. There you go, my little love.”

Stefan smiled for the first time in a while since he had given his humanity to Klaus without repercussions or any thoughts filling his mind thinking of the death of the love of his life. Before he could think further he felt the flush of the wolf's head find its way to his shoulders awaiting the bottle he held with no use from him. The previous scent of her hair crème against her raven skin was heaven-sent, he couldn't imagine comparing this to anything else. He breathed in deep that savoury scent he could relish in for the entirety of his life. It was almost off how comfortable she got in his arms and scented him, so different from each fight he had with vampires and full grow werewolves. The pup was so trusting or the most obvious was the fact that her caregiver was only a foot away and held powers of a thousand witches in the palm of her hand.

“It’s now or never Stefan. She’s getting fussy.” Gloria became fond of the quick response to her words the vampire had. The man maneuvered the reader close to the inner elbow of his arm, cradling her head against it for support. Before he began aligning the bottle to her already open and starving mouth and soon she began suckling. They both heard the sounds that resembled a baby drinking its mothers' nutrition in the early morning before starting the day. In other circumstances, Gloria would begin feeding her while walking to the common areas of the apartment to collect the things the little one would need to start the day. Or the reader would do it herself when she was feeling older.

A hesitant smile formed on his lips holding the reader's head against the left inner elbow not before using the gentlest touch to move the strands of curls that stuck out against her face. With a deep breath, he scooped up the bottle that mysteriously had filled with warm milk into his right hand aligning it to the hungry little one in his arms. Stefan observed her movements like he was sightseeing, her lips covered the nipple of the bottle before it filled her mouth with droplets of milk filling her growling belly. The sounds of tiny suckles filled the supernatural entities with pure joy. The thoughts of keeping the image of being this ripper disappeared into the room's environment into nothing. This moment here was something so beautiful he didn’t want to give her up to Damon and Elena.

Pushing these sinister thoughts away he watched his hands without much knowledge of what he was doing, to the side of the reader's hips in a rhythm he memorized his late mother used when he was younger. He could feel the pup's chest vibrate liking the sensation of his rough hands patting her soothingly. Soon enough she engulfed the bottle in twelve consecutive minutes leaving her mouth to make a recall sound letting him know she was finished.

Knowing of the routine Gloria grasped a cloth into her own before placing it on Stefan’s shoulders. Connected eyes with him she nodded, watching the vampire softly place the reader's head on his shoulder to burp the pesky bubbles out of her belly. He laughed to himself seeing the eyes of pups closed calmly and how her legs were like jelly against his torso. It was quite a sight.

Once she burped out anything that was stuck in her throat watching her mama pull away to cloth before she squished her face into Stefan’s neck. She hoped to stay in this crevice of his body for a while, none of her stuffies gave her this feeling, maybe because they weren’t real.

“She likes you.” Gloria beamed sadly holding the empty bottle, getting up smoothly border taking her leave of the room. She had to prepare to clean and pack a bag for her little one. As well, to make a herbal tea she would ask Stefan to have her drink from time to time to protect her energy. She hoped the deranged hybrid won’t find the lost wolf pup as he would change her to be like him like the speed of light. Fuck she couldn’t bring herself to just abandon the poor thing, she would need some form of an excuse to see her every month.

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆ Damon swindled his way against the chilled bathtub of the bathroom connected to his bedroom. His back barely hit the cool bottom of the tub before he began looking for a more comfortable position. The man being over a hundred forty-five vampires had its kinks and one of them was stubborn on his back and neck. The damned thing clicked out of place at any given moment after he had fought an idiot who dared to attack the drunken asshole. He tense before letting out a sigh in content, it wasn’t long before he pulled the bottle of champagne from the bathroom floor into a glass.

A swift swallow in relaxation reminded him of the times he was human, laying out against the grass and the sun beamed on his milk skin for hours before he was rudely pulled out of that blissful state by his overbearing father. Maybe that was why he was the way he was, the dammed. The recoil of his fathers' disapproval secretly mended him to the vampire he was today. Godsend. He began distracting himself from his thoughts of his personality that somehow some tolerated by pouring an overload of bubble bath that was scented of husk from dear Elena into the bath. The white substance coated the body deliberately, pure relaxation was a must in this state. Hey! vampire can like bubble baths too.

Though, there wasn’t much he could think of when he was left alone with his thoughts running wild into spaces he concealed with impulsive decisions without thinking about the consequences for anyone involved. A common goal was all that he knew and clouded his judgement, like Elena. How much she wanted to know here Stefan did with his time while being in the presence of an original vampire that tortured for fun.

Damon lived for torment but when it came to his brother, who would come back into his life to take the girl he loved right back out from under him. He still wanted his little brother, the one who banter amongst either of the Mystic Falls humans they still fought like hell for. He laughed to himself getting sentimental placing the glass of champagne on his lips and taking a long sip.

It didn’t last long. His eyes plummeted at the sound of his front door opening, heavy footsteps and a scent of something he hadn’t smelt covered his nostrils more than the bubbles did. Damon gritted his teeth, swirling his head in distaste before forcing the bottle of champagne on the floor lifting himself to stand tall. The suds fell slowly down his body promptly to his feet that extended outside the tub. His motion cause water to pool onto the floor, though it would dry he would be dammed to know who entered the Salvatore home unannounced. Adding to the fact they ruined his needed self-care.

Before departing to the area where he knew the culprit would be, he placed a black robe around his body and tied the given straps on top of his waist. Damon made his way underneath the bedside table that hid a wooden stake for the times Katherine made appearances. He felt his weight shift between each step to the downstairs corridor before he became dazed with a familiar scent. The vampire was quick but cautious in his movements as before he wasn’t sure who had made their way into his home but now he was. The husk of a teenage boy sat alarmingly quiet at the fireplace, facing the floor before Damon stepped on a cracking piece of the floor. He was quite surprised by the confidence of the dead Jeremy Gilbert who was here to try his best to kill him that awfully made stake he was fiddling with. Thank goodness he wasn’t really in the mood to fight ninja turtles right now.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Damon questioned allowing it to linger in the boy's ear before he walked closer to the bar table to pour himself a drink of course. The teen looked as if he had seen a ghost, the man knew of his presence before he did. Jeremy sucked in a breath through his teeth removing the hoodie that was placed on his head. His black shaggy hair flopped on his forehead peeking through it. He thought lengthy to what the man had stated to him, his sister was preoccupied with Stefan’s whereabouts to know he was planning on killing Damon with the poorly made stake. Neither did he expect the vampire to continue pouring a glass of bourbon picking one up to give to him. They both sighed contently in each-others presence drowning in the sorrows of their siblings' absence.

“Did you come here to kill me? You’ll need a better weapon.”

“It’s only fair you did kill me.” Jeremy gave a smug look on his face knowing he wore a ring that prevented him from meeting the other side of being amongst the living. Although the facade was seen by those who looked close enough, he was constantly reminded by the trip there left him cold, leading him to understand he was meant to look for his body. His against the odds of staying in this state for too long could lead to him being stuck. Although Jeremys' body was close, he still felt his soul shift energies leaving him eerie and dark trying to find something to fill that void. He thought by killing Damon it would.

“Look I don’t do the big brother thing very well. Sorry, I don’t have any milk and cookies to offer you.” The brunette bit his lip feeling a heavy ache on his shoulders hearing his words. He knew to never expect anything less from the vampire, but maybe if he gave him some sort of closure he wouldn’t have been struck by gloom. It was almost like a cloud of it shadowed his being with no regard for why it sat polished on his shoulders.

That once smug look on his face turned sour.

“Dick.” To pick up where he left off he stood abruptly from the chair he sat in, taking his final departure from the Salvatore boarding house. The sound of the glass that was once being held in his hand alongside the stake felt broken on the carpet. The teen couldn’t care less about the mess he was making in a vampire's home, the guy was an asshole and he didn’t deserve his sisters' attention or the unrecognized love she had for him. There was almost steam coming from the top of his head from the fumes, he took one look back at the vampire before he finally walked his way to the front door.

A deep breath came from his chest pulling on the door handle, however, he didn’t expect to see the unpredictable.

Stefan Salvatore standing with his hands in his leather jacket. He liked almost the same except for the worn look of fatigue on his face, it showed heavily underneath his eyelids. The age of being under the compulsion of a damned hybrid they forced those around him to be the same. Klaus and his ways didn’t care about the ones that sat and were forced to watch. Jeremy couldn’t mask the shocked face he displayed to the vampire without thinking back to the question of why he was here, to begin with. How much more shit could Elena deal with before she snapped at seeing him again?

“Jeremy.” Stefan's voice sounded nothing less than smug sighting the shocked look that struck on his face. The act of surprise was something the vampire secretly loved when it came to victims thinking they were safe then he would display his presence to them. It wasn’t the same way as he looked Jeremy, the boy had grown taller from what he could imagine was only four inches higher than himself. Though was the young Gilbert even at the boarding house, to begin with? Had Damon had him under some stupid spiel to get Elena in his good graces?

Stefan bit his tongue from using his uncontrollable words in the man’s presence that he knew was sitting on the couch facing the unlit fireplace. He took one last breath before asking Jeremy a simple question so he could ask his brother for a favour. Though before he could the boy beat him to it.

“Damon you might want to come here.”

“Look, Jeremy, I’ll say I’m sorry. I’m not good with this whole thing.” Damon took several steps to the entryway of his home before his words died off at the end. He felt frozen in his spot, he indeed didn’t expect to see Stefan again after the star he left in. Was he here with the hybrid? The vampire shrugged his arms over themselves displaying his distaste for him to come back to Mystic Falls too soon for Elena’s sake. With a glance to Jeremy who had a look in his eyes, he bite his tongue before speaking.

“And what are you doing here Stefan?” Damon questioned smouldering the non-existent attendance he had in his mind. He caught his brother unattended looking at the parked car that was sloppily parked in the driveway. Hearing those words, Stefan took a step back, he of course knew his presence would strike some nerves from everyone but to see it on full display alarmed a certain part of his brain to push itself to the surface once again. He had been fighting it all day. His humanity. Not only from the wolf pup that would probably be waking up anytime soon from the unmoving car for something to eat. But to pass by the places that he and Elena would always visit. Goodness, he needs to get out of Mystic Falls before he goes back to Klaus and smells the humanity on him.

“I need a favour.”

“So you show up unannounced asking for a favour? Fuck off, Stefan.” The young Salvatore flared his eyebrows close to the gap between his eyelids, he couldn’t recall a time he was genuinely unhappy to see him. Border he lashed out from the scoff that came from the door almost being slammed in his face. He watched Jeremy move his foot forward before the gap closed between the two worlds. The boy walked in front of Damon gifting the man a look to go on pleading for whatever this favour would be.

“Wait here. I’ll go get it.” It? Was it some silly little book that would eventually curse all the bloodlines that so happen to be inside the boarding house? They both gave each other a look before watching Stefan gravitate toward the truck that we most definitely not his. With a deep breath, he placed his hand on the truck handle pulling it open to reveal a distressed little one that was biting the surrounding areas of her fingernails. She had been awake a lot longer than he intended, he felt so bad knowing she was strapped between the seatbelts and blanket he pressed into the sides of her legs. The tears that silently streamed down her face didn’t help the decision he would make by leaving her with his demented older brother. Maybe instead he could have him convince Elena too, goodness this was all just a dumb idea he got way too in over his head.

But as he looked at her grabby hands she gave him and the thick lashes that were smudged against the tears, he swallowed thickly. Y/n didn’t deserve people debating on whether or not she would have a life of comfort. He began removing the blankets and then the seatbelts to formally place her against his chest so that if he needed he could high tail out of there before any of them could taint her mind. The reader's tears became yesterday's problem once she felt Stefan’s finger swipe the water away from pooling against her freckled cheeks. Then her head was softly placed against her newly favourite place between his shoulder and neck with a soft hand on the back of her head. Before she felt the soft blanket she was once cradled against on her back once more. It was her favourite scent, between Gloria and her bed back home with her. She kissed her already and it barely was a day.

“I have people I want you to meet. Trust me. I won’t let anything happen to you. Okay?” Stefan looked down at the girl's cradled figure on this side of his chest awaiting a response before he turned around to face the curiosity of Damon and Jeremy. He smiled softly to himself at what his current state was, a little in his arms while holding a diaper bag filled with everything she needed. If you would have told him this is what his life would look like a year ago, he would have looked at you as if you were crazy. He felt her nod against his chest before he eventually took a step to not only close the truck door but to face the entryway of the Salvatore boarding house.

Damon was the first to react to the newcomer in the man’s arms, pushing his way between the doorway his curiosity taking over everything he was planning on being. He truly didn’t expect to be in the sight of something so small in the presence of someone like himself. The vampire took a step back to observe from the sidelines watching Jeremy behave differently. He took it upon himself to grab the bag from Stefan’s left hand. He picked up on the scent of something he hadn’t smelled since he killed Mason Lockwood in this very home. Though it struck of something lighter and less potent as if it was smaller. This being was a pup of a werewolf pack but didn’t smell of though it was currently a part of one.

Jeremy couldn’t help himself from taking the tiniest glance at the bundle of joy wrapped in the thickest blanket he had seen attached to none other than a vampire that had almost killed his dear sister. He proceeded to walk into the living room to place the light pink diaper bag next to the couch. Y/n took in the world around, the deep darkness of the wooden panels that filled the unknown place that Stefan seemed so familiar with. She scented the place with a wiggly nose before her breath caught in the back of her throat feeling someone come close enough to grab her baby bag. Was this man a thief?

“H-hi.” She broke the light silence that filled the room she was walking into, on top of the fact that her mama had always told her to be nice to those who deserved it. She lifted her head slightly getting a better look at the brunette who was somewhat human in the room of supernatural entities. No one could deny the atmosphere of the room change as she was softly placed on the couch away from the warmth of Stefan’s chest and neck. She kept a small smile on her face pacing her tiny hand in front of the blanket that was tribally placed on her lap and socked feet. 

“Care to explain?” Damon questioned allowing it to linger in the air barely taking his eyes off the wolf pup on his couch. He gripped the robe closer to his skin, gifting them both his signature smirk that would work for those under his charms. The vampire took a glance at his little brother, the worn fatigue and clear deepness under his eyes from the lengthy trip of being Klaus’ pet. The slight cherry hue on his lips from the possibility of ravishing a human before coming to Mystic Falls. He couldn’t acknowledge the unknown scent that seemed to come full force through his heightened senses.

Stefan took a slight breath before he dumped everything that happened in last hours since he left high and dry from Mystic Falls all together. He carried himself from his standing position to sitting himself next the little that was already hoping he would. The reader was already appreciating his presences and the beautiful ring that sat on his finger she liked to play with.

“Would you mind taking her to the kitchen to grab a snack for her, Jer?” This surprised him completely he hadn’t expected himself to be so fond of someone’s feelings despite his humanity being on the outs. The vampire couldn’t help himself in doing so, he continued to hold her hand for a few seconds with a dewy smile on his face. Before he gasped the bag was on the floor of the couch to hand to Jeremy. He jerked his head towards the kitchen awaiting his response before hearing the boy tell her about the animal-shaped crackers she never had before in the cabinet.

( No one cares about their banter. NEXT!)

The reader wrapped her tiny hand in between the unfamiliar male's hand feeling the light texture of tattoos she subconsciously traced with her painted fingers. She could already feel the rising warmth that came from being head to chest with the waking figure towards the deepness of the kitchen. It was beautiful, though it seemed to be unused compared to the one her mama had. All she recognized was the raging amounts of alcohol on the opposing sides of the sodden stools in front of the counter. The wolf began to lose the skip in her steps as she felt the man slow down his pace. She took a glance upwards to gift the man a small smile, though he was already looking at her feeling nervous by his gaze she lifted her other hand and gifted him a small wave.

“Hi. I’m y/n. Y-You’re Jeremy, right?” It was weird just how comfortable she was being pooled into those pretty chocolate soul catches he called his eyes. She felt him move his gaze over her face causing a slip of a stutter to come front at the end seeing him do so. They both stood in from the counters of the kitchen taking in each other's beings while she took in his delicate human scent she hadn’t been around in years since with Mama. Jeremy almost had a heart attack hearing the words she stuttered over, licking his dry lips trying to find the right thing to say to her. He noticed that he was still holding her in comparison to his small hand didn’t help.

“Yeah, I am. What do you want for a snack, little lady?”Jeremy shook their intertwined to regain her attention from his face. Although he would never consider himself cocky in any way he still smirked internally after seeing her blink away her dewy eyes away from his. He pulls her hand once more finally taking the long awaiting stop to the fridge for her to see. The reader took in the minimal amount of snacks and drinks that were in it. She knew they were vampires by holy was there only a half-full orange juice container, a cartoon of eggs and expired milk. Although she was disappointed she removed her hand from Jeremy feelings intensely cold from the action to proceed to open the diaper bag to find her favourite snacks.

She handled him the basic puffs of strawberry banana bites that quite literally melted in her mouth. Not even acknowledging the mess she created in the bag she continued to display the puffs to Jeremy who gladly opened the container not before popping one in his mouth to her distaste after handing them back to her.

“Can I have some orange juice?” The reader questioned the man messily eating standing chest to chest to the man liking the feeling of his fluffy sweatshirt on her cheek. Her chin rested perfectly there looking upwards with that stupidly cute dimple that showed, switching between each eye of his to look a tiny bit closer. Jeremy pinched his fingernail on his palm looking down at her chubby cheeks and light wash of powder from the puffs. He reminded his hand from the sides of his body to lightly brush away the powder that stuck to her lips and slightly in her cheeks.

“Uh yeah. Why don’t you go sit in the chair, okay?”At first, watched her struggle to climb on the spinning chair but gave up in the mix of it. The man took it upon himself to quietly ask her if she wanted any help. So here he was softly placing his hands underneath her armpits to lift her to sit against the chair. The warmth of each other's skin to skin gave off a rumble between each-other chests that could have easily been mistaken for a hungry cry. But to a wolf pup, it was something completely different in her eyes. She began by taking in his eyes like they were meant to uphold hers, before feeling the chilled barstool he ever so gently placed her on top. They both felt instantly disappointed without the skin to skin but she still happily thanked him for doing, kindly offering him a puff in his much larger hand. Jeremy could help but smile at a small gesture, he took a step back to the opposing countertop to look at the diaper bag that he had previously placed on the dining room table a mason jar of vervain and herbs assorted inside, taking a glance back to y/n that was currently swaying her legs to the hums of her own throat. He turned back around to look at the mixture not thinking much longer to crumble them inside the juice before closing it back up and shaking it to face the girl.

“Maybe we can hang out sometime? Away from the supernatural, the vampire kind at least.” Jeremy placed the bottle to her lips as her hands were occupied by the puffs and looking around distracted by none other than himself. Still suckling on the off-tasting orange juice, that chilled her dry thirst as she began to nod at his question. He removed the bottle from her mouth allowing her to gift herself with the glory of his, all she thought of was how much she would love to be lifted by his arms and held close like she was with Stefan just a moment prior. They looked into each other's eyes warmly gifting one other a smile before they both liked away.

Across the home in the living room, two vampires listened closely to the little one's mannerisms toward the unseen boy and the way he spoke softly and seemed so smitten by one other so quickly. It was clear that part of herself was called to the boy named Jeremy. Gloria was right, he might have been the thing to encounter to meet the person who was perfect for her.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ part two

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Compulsion and Fibbing (Chapter 12)

Book Title: Widowed Willow Warnings: Compulsion and Lying to friends DO NOT REPOST MY CONTENT! YOU MAY REBLOG BUT DON'T REPOST! Story Masterlist | Previous Part | Next Part

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Ignoring Stefan, Amari walked into the house, glancing around before jogging up the stairs and following the wails towards Jeremy's room. Inside his room, she saw Elena sitting at the head of the bed with Jeremy's head on her lap. She spent the entire time comforting him, watching the girl he loved die at the hands of his sister's boyfriend. Amari understood Stefan killed Vicki to save her life, she was clouded with blood lust and couldn't control herself. If she hadn't attacked Jeremy or herself, it would've been an innocent person's death instead.

Amari nodded to Elena, letting her leave to get more tissues and blankets. She sat next to Jeremy cradling his head to her chest, running her hand through his hair. "I know it hurts, Jeremy. I know the pain will always be there but it’ll get better, eventually." 

"I can help with that," Amari cocked her head to the side, staring at Damon as he walked in. She watched him compel Jeremy, Vicki had left town and he shouldn't look for her or worry about her. 

Amari walks downstairs and outside she sits on the steps of the porch. A part of her wished she could forget everything that happened since meeting the Salvatore brothers. The other part knowing that since meeting Stefan and Michelle, things have been better. Elena was happy with Stefan, she was learning it's ok to be happy without her parents. Amari stopped shutting people out and though she still had a crush on him, she was happy just being Stefan's friend.

Ignoring Stefan and Elena, Amari waved Damon goodbye before jogging up the stairs and into her room. She needed time and space away from vampire problems.

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The following day, Amari sat in an interrogation room with Sheriff Forbes sitting across from her. She and Elena were called to the police station along with Stefan, Matt, and Jeremy for questioning about Vicki Donovan's disappearance.

"Where did Vicki say she was going?"

Amari shrugged her shoulders, "She didn't."

Elizabeth tilted her head, watching for signs of deceit, "Did she tell her brother where she was going?"

Again, Amari shrugged her shoulders, "How would I know? Matt told me Jeremy told him that Vicki was leaving town."

"Hmm, why did you and Elena ask Stefan Salvatore to get involved?" Sheriff Forbes questioned eyeing the dark-skinned girl. The teenager sighed running her hand through her hair and answered, "We thought if he was helping Vicki, he was helping out our brother."

"Any signs of aggression or violence?" Sheriff Forbes asked, Amari, shook her head ignoring the memory of Vicki attacking her the night before, "Nope."

Liz nodded her head in acknowledgment as she leaned forward on the table. "So you believe that Vicki really has left town?"

Amari stayed silent for a moment, fanning the act of thinking before answering, "I think she'll be back at some point, just like Ms. Kelly."

Elizabeth nodded, thinking back to the times the woman would randomly disappear before reappearing because she needed something. Standing up she patted Amari's shoulder, "Thank you for answering, you can go now."

Walking out of the room she spotted her family waiting for her. Elena immediately looked over, standing to hug her before the four of them left the station.

"I hate police stations," Amari groaned, ignoring the snort from Jeremy. "Yeah 'cause you got chased down the road and into the neighborhood. Mom was so mad at you for breaking her plant stand."

Hitting Jeremy to the best of her ability, with Elena still holding onto her arm, Amari scoffs "I did what I had to do, the police officer didn't like it, but his wife loved it."

The four of them laughed while walking towards Amari's truck, only for Amari and Elena's smiles to vanish spotting Stefan leaning against the car.

“Can you give us a minute," the brunette asked, with a small unsure smile.

"You sure?" Amari asked causing Elena to shake her head. Amari wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her in and kissing her temple. "Want me to talk to him?"

Elena's whisper of 'yes' Amari let her go, watching her get in the car with Jeremy and Jenna before turning to Stefan with a glare.

"She doesn't wanna talk to you, give her time and then talk to her," She shifts, leaning to the side and examining her nails. "She'll come to your place or ask you to come over to hers. But don't just show up everywhere we go, we'll think you're stalking us."

"Amari please," Stefan asked, voice barely a whisper. Amari sighed, reaching forward and hugging him close, "It'll be ok, I promise. Just, I don't know, give us time."

Leaning back, she cupped his face, "Okay?"

Ruffling his hair in reward for his nod in agreement, Amari turns and hops in the truck's passenger seat. Immediately pulling off, silently thanking Jenna for starting the car already.

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Now at home, Amari lay across the couch with her legs on Elena’s lap and Elena on her phone while Amari sketches. They heard someone walking towards them before a body plopped next to them on the couch, “Logan dumped me.”

“Logan’s an idiot,” Amari sighed in frustration, tilting her sketchpad to shade the hair of her drawing. Jenna whined, curling up so she could face her nieces, “He sent me an email, something like ‘I’m leaving town, see ya.”

Elena scoffs glancing at Jenna in disbelief, “He sent you an email? What is he? 60?”

“Can you guys keep it down please?”

The girls look over in surprise, Jeremy sits at the kitchen table his brows furrowed in concentration. Sharing a glance with the younger girls, Jenna precautioned “What’re you doing?”

“You sound scared,” Jeremy teased, glancing back at the three girls he calls family before turning back to his work. 

“To be fair, last time you were this focused you almost shot me in the ass with a toilet plunger,” Amari grumbled, ignoring the snort from Elena. Jeremy held up a piece of paper, “I’m doing my homework, though I might find a way to shoot you with a plunger again..”

“Please don’t-” Amari throws herself off the couch, walking towards Jeremy to snatch the paper out of his hand, “Wait, since when do you do homework?” 

“I’m super behind and have a quiz tomorrow,” Jeremy huffs, handing his older friend another paper, before continuing the current assignment. She checks over his work, half listening to Jeremy half wondering why he didn’t just do the work before. She turns to check the work assignment he’s on now, righting down the wrong questions on a scratch sheet of paper. 

The girls left on the couch glance between the brunette boy and taller brunette girl, before loudly whispering, “What do you think? Aliens?”

Elena shrugs, softly grinning in amusement at her Aunt, “They were taken in their sleep.”

Jeremy sighed as he switched papers with Amari, correcting one of his problems before sending a fake smile towards the other girls, “They can hear you.”

Elena hums in thought, it was strange seeing Jeremy focused on his work and not doing drugs. He acted like the old him, before the accident. Maybe having Damon compel him was a better idea than she thought, though it would be the last time. 

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“Wakey wakey, little Mari,” Bonnie whispered, quietly opening the door to her room and walking in cautious of the pencils and paints on the floor. Glancing up she sees Elena’s arm hanging off the edge of the bed, Amari spooning her with her head in the shorter girl’s neck. Pulling out her phone, Bonnie quickly takes a picture sending it to Caroline and Michelle before walking toward the bed.

She yanks the covers only for them to be yanked back by Amari. The pair have a tug-a-war before Bonnie lands on the floor with a thud after Amari releases the blankets. The younger dark-skinned girl glares up at her giggling friends before giving them an expectant look and asking, “Why haven’t you guys called me back?”

“I needed to clear my head, so I cleansed myself from my phone.” Amari shrugged, pulling Bonnie onto the bed so she sits between Amari and Elena. She really did want to clear her mind, but she didn’t mean to shut everyone out while doing so. Bonnie sighs as she looks between the two girls sitting beside her, she pulls them down to lay with her. 

“Can I at least get a one-sentence summary of what’s wrong? So I can pretend to be helpful?” 

Amari glances at Elena meeting her eyes, before huffing, “Stefan and Elena broke up.”

Bonnie's eyes widened in surprise, her lips twitching before pressing them together. The last time she spoke with Elena she seemed happy with the youngest Salvatore, She sent a, hopefully, sympathetic look to the brunette and told her, "I'm so sorry, you ok? Stupid question, sorry.”'

“I think I know a way to make you feel better,” Bonnie grins, softly pushing them off her and turning to grab a pillow and scissors. Amari sighs, “Bonnie if you wanted a threesome, you could’ve just asked..”

Ignoring her friend, Bonnie rips the pillow open causing all the feathers to fall out and onto the bed. 

"Hey!" Elena called out in shock.

"Patience," Bonnie coaxed, the other two shared a look but nodded their head nonetheless as Bonnie took a seat on the bed, she looked at the twins seriously, "I need you two to swear to secrecy."

Elena let out a small scoff at her friend's words and stated, "It's kind of been a bad week for that kind of stuff."

Bonnie rolled her eyes sending the twins a pointed look and pleaded, "Swear, 'cause I'm not supposed to be showing you this."

“We swear,” Amari agreed, wondering if this is what Sheila was warning her about. 

The teens both swore they wouldn't tell, Bonnie smiled in relief as she glanced around the room and spoke, "Ok, there are no windows open, right?"

Elena and Grace both shook their heads, Bonnie continued, "There's no fan, no air conditioning.”

"No, what are you doing?" Elena questioned with a frown on her face, Bonnie smiling with excitement as she exclaimed, "Grams taught me and I wanna show you guys.”

Bonnie raised her hand above the feathers swirling her finger to levitate a single feather in the air causing Elena's mouth to drop open in shock glancing at her sister who grinned, waving her hand under the feather.

"Bonnie, what's going on?" Elena asked, Bonnie, let out a sigh as she began to make multiple feathers float around the room making the girls smile in amazement as they stood up laughing, Elena on the bed poking random feathers, Amari running around her room chasing feathers.

“It’s real, everything Grams told me is real,” Bonnie sighed, smiling at the sound of Amari’s giggle. “I’m a witch.” She finished.

“You know, your Grams told me you were gonna come to me about something, I just didn’t think it’d be this.” Amari breathes out, a warm smile on her face, “She told me about your history and how it connects to mine.” 

“So you guys don’t think I’m weird?” Bonnie wondered,  “I mean I get that I joked about being psychic but I’m a witch.”

“Doesn’t matter, you’re still our friend,” Elena smiled, reaching forward to tuck a hair behind Bonnie’s ear. “I just don’t understand why your telling us this?”

“You're my best friend, of course, I’m going to tell you guys,” Bonnie grinned, watching Amari trip over a pile of clothes while chasing a feather. Elena frowned guiltily for keeping things from her when Bonnie openly told them about her being a witch even if her grams has told her to not tell anyone.

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escape — jeremy gilbert x reader

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content warnings and genre: swearing, cheating, alcohol consumption, nicotine consumption, sex, degradation, male body worship — angst, smut

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synopsis: you were bad news, but so was he. you destroyed everything in each other's paths just to have one another

met you in a bad place

thought you were an escape

now i can't escape your grasp

i don't know how long this escape will last

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a veil of cigarette smoke hung lazily in the air, casting a soft haze over the scene. the flickering light from the bedside lamp created a dance of shadows on the walls, as the faint hum of the city outside served as the backdrop to an illicit rendezvous. you reclined against the plush headboard, a thin wisp of smoke curling from the cigarette held between your fingers. the ember at the tip glowed like a secret, casting fleeting glimmers across your face.

jeremy stood by the window, the glow from the city lights outside outlining his figure, casting his silhouette into stark relief. his gaze was transfixed on you, his dark eyes betraying a mixture of intrigue and admiration, as if drawn in by the enigmatic aura you exuded. the dance of the smoke seemed to echo the dance of emotions within the room — a delicate balance between desire and uncertainty.

with a calculated nonchalance, you took a slow drag from the cigarette, the ember glowing brighter before dimming again. the tendrils of smoke you exhaled intertwined with the wisps of emotion that hung in the air, creating an intoxicating blend of the forbidden. jeremy's gaze remained locked on you, the tension between you both palpable, as if the room itself held its breath, waiting for the next move in this intricate game.

as the seconds ticked away, the silence was punctuated only by the soft sizzle of the ember and the distant city sounds filtering through the window. with every inhale, you seemed to draw the secrets of the night into your lungs, the allure of the moment hanging heavy like a veil over the choices that had led you both here. and in the midst of it all, jeremy's admiration grew, a silent testament to the allure of the forbidden and the complexities of the heart.

in a daring move that seemed to hang on the edge of the precipice between desire and audacity, jeremy stepped closer. with a mixture of hesitation and determination, he reached out, his fingers gently brushing the back of your hand that held the cigarette. his eyes never left yours, an unspoken question hanging between you both, a question that only the night could answer.

qs if guided by an invisible force, you leaned forward slightly, allowing the ember to come dangerously close to your lips. the proximity was tantalizing, the heat of the cigarette's tip mingling with the warmth of your breath. and then, in a breathless instant, his lips met yours as he inhaled deeply, drawing the smoke into his own lungs.

time seemed to suspend as your mouths were connected not just by the whispered promise of a shared secret, but by the tendrils of smoke that now flowed between you. the cigarette became a conduit for the unspoken words that had lingered in the air, mingling with the heady scent of desire. the taste of tobacco mixed with the taste of the forbidden, and the line between fact and fiction blurred in the haze of the moment.

as the cigarette's ember dimmed, jeremy pulled back slightly, his gaze still locked onto yours. a subtle smile played at the corners of his mouth, a mixture of exhilaration and vulnerability shining in his eyes. In that unspoken exchange, a new layer had been added to your complicated connection, a connection that defied logic and expectation.

a wry smile danced across your lips as you extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray, the soft sizzle of its demise a fitting soundtrack to the secret you both shared. jeremy's question hung in the air like a delicate thread, connecting your hidden world to the reality waiting just beyond the hotel room's walls.

“how long do you have before tyler notices you're gone?” his voice held a note of curiosity, a reflection of the complications that had brought you both together under the shroud of night.

you met his gaze, your eyes locking onto his with a mixture of defiance and something more tender. “told him i'd be at my sister's tonight,” you replied, your tone laced with a touch of irony. it was a casual lie, woven into the fabric of the deceit that concealed your shared rendezvous, a lie that held the promise of stolen moments and forbidden connections.

jeremy's lips curled into a rueful smile, a silent acknowledgment of the intricate web of deceit that had become your refuge. in a world where truth and lies entwined, your connection with him had blossomed amidst the shadows, a delicate flower that defied the circumstances that sought to stifle it.

“what'd you tell anna?” you returned the question, running a hand through your soft locks of hair. he shrugged, a small smirk playing on his face. “she's out of town tonight.”

the answer made you, although it pained you to admit, erratic. “so,” you began, turning to face your lover with a smirk of your own. “that means we've got the whole night, yeah?” jeremy liked the idea—for the first time in a while, you had the whole night to yourselves. not an hour or two, but an entire night. he walked towards you, his footsteps slow. “i think that's exactly what it means.”

his fingers, those slender extensions of the hand, possessing an exquisite grace in their simplicity, traced your cheek, grazing it every so lightly. his touch, soft, as light as a feather's caress, left a trail of sensation that lingered long after contact. you felt powerless under his touch, his dark eyes boring into yours with a possessiveness they carried with you only. not anna, not bonnie—just you. although you were the one feeling powerless, he was the one without power. he was the one who relied on you, who would leave anna in a heartbeat just for you. your constant rendezvous in the same hotel room every night was never enough. he wanted you to leave tyler, but he knew it'd never happen.

“you're perfect, you know that?” he murmured, fingers dropping to the bottom of your chin as he tilted it up, forcing you to lock eyes with him. “the only thing that'd make you more perfect, is if you were mine.”

his words made you smile. you wrapped your small hands around his big one, sliding it off your chin as you held it in front of you. you toyed with his long fingers, playing with them as you spoke. “i want it as much as you do, jer,” you admitted, wrapping a hand around his index finger as you brought it up to your lips, placing a gentle kiss on the tip. “but we know it isn't gonna happen.”

“i know, sweetheart,” he said, his tone soft as he retracted his hand from your lips, fingers gently tucking the loose strands of your hair behind your ear. “the hybrid curse, all of that. i just wish we could be together.”

in the midst of the unspoken tension, your heart raced as you felt the magnetic pull between you and jeremy intensify. with a swift and daring movement, you closed the gap between you, pressing your lips to his in a tender yet urgent kiss. it was a kiss that held both a plea and a promise, a silent request for understanding and a whispered vow of passion.

as your lips met, time seemed to slow, the world outside the hotel room fading into obscurity. the taste of the forbidden lingered in the air, mingling with the taste of desire as your lips moved against his. the kiss deepened, a symphony of emotions conveyed through the gentle pressure of your mouths finding harmony in the midst of chaos.

the dance of your tongues mirrored the intricate dance of your feelings, each movement a step toward unraveling the mysteries that had brought you to this moment. his hands found their place on your waist, drawing you closer as the kiss deepened, becoming a silent conversation that spoke of longing, affection, and the unspoken plans you'd dared to weave.

the shadows in the room seemed to embrace your connection, offering a sanctuary where the complexities of the heart could be explored without fear. the fingers that had once held a cigarette now found new purpose, tracing delicate patterns along the curve of his jawline, a touch that whispered promises too profound for words.

as the kiss continued, the world outside the hotel room remained distant, eclipsed by the intensity of the emotions that surged between you. the sensation of his lips against yours was both intoxicating and grounding, a reminder that within the tapestry of secrets and choices, this connection was a thread that held meaning beyond measure. qnd in the depths of that kiss, in the quiet surrender to desire, you found a respite from the burdens of reality, if only for a stolen moment in time.

as the kiss deepened, your fingers left a trail of warmth along jeremy's jawline, then ventured down to rest on his arms. your touch traveled with a purpose, your fingertips tracing the contours of his biceps, feeling the firmness of the muscle beneath his skin. it was a silent exploration, a tactile appreciation of the strength he possessed, both physically and emotionally. “your arms,” your voice was a faint whisper as jeremy tensed under your touch, goosebumps littering his skin. “they're so big, jer.”

you couldn't help but admire the way his biceps flexed under your touch, a testament to his determination and resilience. the flickering light from the bedside lamp cast a gentle glow on his skin, emphasizing the play of shadows and highlights that danced across his muscles. it was a sight that invoked both desire and reverence, a reminder of the complexities that made up the person before you.

in the midst of the kiss, your lips moved in sync with his, a rhythm that seemed to echo the beating of your hearts. yet, even as your connection deepened, the awareness of the choices that loomed over you both remained. the hotel room, heavy with secrets and desires, held its own kind of truth—one that existed within the confines of this stolen sanctuary.

“i don't care about tyler,” jeremy began, his hands hastily working to peel off the white wife beater he had on. “you're my girl, my pretty girl.” his voice was like a velvety purr next to your ear, his tone awakening lust in your core, the way it did every night.

your fingers, still lingering on jeremy's arms, seemed to have a mind of their own as they ventured further, tracing a path down his biceps to his forearms before gliding across his chest. your touch was delicate yet purposeful, your fingertips following the contours of his muscles with a reverence that bordered on worship.

as your fingers brushed over his chest, you felt the rhythmic rise and fall of his breath beneath your touch. his skin was warm and inviting, a canvas that told a story of strength and vulnerability interwoven. your gaze met his, your eyes locked in a silent understanding of the unspoken desires that had brought you both to this point.

“i can't help but admire you,” you whispered, your voice laced with a mixture of admiration and longing. you left a trail of kisses down his stomach, stopping to plant kitten licks on his hardening nipples, soft grunts passing his lips. “the way your strength is etched into every inch of you.”

jeremy's lips curved into a shy smile, his cheeks flushing slightly under your gaze. “i could say the same about you,” he replied, his voice barely more than a breath. his fingers found their way to your waist, his touch sending a shiver of anticipation through your body. your touch continued its exploration, venturing lower to the contours of his abdomen, your fingers tracing the lines that led down to his waist. the muscles beneath your touch were taut and defined, a testament to his dedication and the battles he'd fought—both physical and emotional.

“does she make you feel this good?” you voice was just above a whisper as you continued to leave kisses down his happy trail, admiring how toned his stomach was. soft groans passed his lips as you continued, untying his hem to tug his sweatpants down. he shook his head, his answer honest. “fuck, no,” he breathed out, exasperated because of the amount of teasing. “nobody compares to you.”

that's what you liked to hear, his words of encouragement casting a smile on your face. when you pulled his sweatpants down, you were surprised to see that he had gone commando, his cock springing up, nearly slapping you in the face. he hissed at the feeling, eyes scanning the way your boobs fell out of your tank top. “when'd you get so big, little gilbert?” you couldn't help but tease him with a smile, taking his hard dick into your hand as you placed a kiss to the wet, slippery tip.

“when'd you start being such a fucking tease?” you looked up at him through your eyelashes, peppering small kisses down his shaft as the noises filled your ears. “i'm enjoying myself,” you murmured in response. you swirled your tongue around the head of his dick, the wet muscle wrapping itself around it before digging into his slit.

“g-get off,” he pleaded, fingers pulling at your hair. you looked up at him once more, releasing him with a wet pop of the skin. “i can't cum like this, gotta be inside you.” you couldn't help but smile at his request as you removed yourself from his cock completely. he watched you carefully, trying to catch his breath whilst you pulled your top over your head, leaving your torso bare and on display.

“so fucking perfect,” jeremy whispered as you crawled back into your original position. your tits hovered over his face, his tongue darting out to engulf them entirely in his mouth. “he shouldn't get to touch you like this.” you moaned as he suckled on your boobs, hands sliding down your waist and hips as he tugged your shorts down, happy to discover that you had gone commando, too. he groaned at the pleasant discovery.

you felt your wetness growing, your now bare cunt rubbing against his bare dick, sparks of electricity flying and sending shockwaves down your spine. it felt so good, so sinfully amazing. “you're so hard, jer, fuck,” you swore under your breath. he removed his lips from your tits, only for a second, just to adjust your position. “look at you,” he whispered, your legs now spread, folded, feet on his hips. “you're so soaked, sweetheart.”

it was as if all your prayers had been answered when you felt him slip the tip of his cock into you, an overwhelming feeling of nirvana coursing through your veins. you had never gotten used to his size—you would never get used to his size. he was so incredibly hung, always left you with a bruised cervix. the minute he sunk his cock into you, you both moaned. he was overwhelmed by the feeling of your tight walls gripping every inch of his dick, squeezing with such force that he was encouraged to cum right then and there.

“look at you, taking me so well,” he praised you, his huge, calloused hands gripping your thighs, caressing the soft flesh. “you like that, pretty girl?” you nodded furiously as he began to thrust, his movements slow and gentle, but deep and calculated. every seemingly slow thrust was still deep enough to slam into your insides, your cunt wrapping around him and refusing to let go. “i like it, jer. it's too good.”

you were like a drug to him, and he could never get enough of you. you had met each other while in bad places, thinking of each other as distractions. as mistakes. but now? now, you couldn't escape each other.

“does he ever fuck you this good?” his tone was demeaning, but he expected an honest answer. his huge hands held your hips down tightly, as he thrusted his own upwards, slamming his cock into you roughly, balls slapping your clit as you cried his name out. whoever had been trying to sleep in the hotel, spent the following hours restless. all you could do was moan his name, it's all you had been dumbed down to. “no, jer,” you admitted truthfully, holding back your tears of pleasure as he hammered his cock into your tight pussy. “there's no one like you.”

he couldn't bite his cocky smile back, your words only encouraging him to fuck you hard. even harder. he wanted to break you. “be honest with me baby,” he murmured, his tone almost mocking. “you think about me while he's fucking you, huh? he bigger than me? do you moan his name the way you do mine?”

his tone was dripping with a rich possessiveness that you had never encountered before, his knuckles whitening as they harshly groped your thighs. his pace was animalistic, his tempo fast as you cried, hands resting on his strong chest. “i think about you, jer. he doesn't compare to you,” you trembled from the overstimulation as you spoke. “close my eyes and think about you while he's fucking me.” he hated knowing that tyler was touching you the way he was. he wanted you all to himself.

when your orgasms washed over you, you both came at the same time. jeremy groaned loudly, his big dick spurting out ropes of cum into your warm, wet cunt. you were overwhelmed, vision blackening before you had fallen onto his chest. it only took you a minute to get dressed—in a second, he had his bare arms around your naked body. he pulled you in close, inhaling the scent of your hair as the smell of sex filled the room. your eyes fluttered shut as you tried calming down, face buried in the crook of his neck as he held you, in a protective way. in a way you had never felt before.

he held you like he could lose you at any second.

the transition from lingering touches to raw vulnerability was seamless, as if the air itself had grown heavy with the weight of unspoken words. your gazes met, and it was as if everything you'd felt for each other was bared in that moment, unfiltered and undeniable.

breaking the silence that had enveloped you both, jeremy's voice emerged, a whisper that held the weight of a dream and a plea. “what if we ran away together? started a new life, away from all of this— just you and me,” he suggested, his eyes searching yours for a glimmer of hope.

a mix of emotions surged within you, a tidal wave of conflicting desires. his arms around you felt like home, his presence a sanctuary in a world that had grown complicated and uncertain. his confession followed, spoken with a sincerity that echoed in the depths of your heart. “i love you, more than i've ever loved anyone. i want to be with you, no matter what it takes.”

your heart ached as you gazed into his eyes, the truth of his words a beacon of temptation that threatened to pull you under. the confession lingered in the air, a truth you'd both denied and embraced in your own ways. and yet, even as his words held you in their grip, you knew what needed to be said.

“i love you too, jeremy,” you whispered, your voice laden with emotion. “but we can't be together. you belong with anna, and i belong with tyler.”

his hold tightened around you, his fingers pressing into your skin as if he could anchor you to this moment. “but what if we could be happy? what if we could start over?”

tears welled in your eyes, the conflict within you visible in your gaze. with a final, lingering kiss, you pulled away, your fingers brushing against his cheek. “i wish you all the happiness in the world, jeremy. but sometimes, the right thing to do is the hardest thing.”

and with that, you turned away, leaving the hotel room behind as you walked out into the world outside, the echoes of your shared moments haunting your steps. it was a choice that carried the weight of sacrifice, a sacrifice that would forever remain hidden within the shadows of a stolen night.

he held you like he could lose you at any second. and, he did.

[jeromesgirl]

•~THINGS I WRITE/CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR~•

Hello, I’m Jeromesgirl and I write for all different universes including Gotham,Tvd,Criminal Minds, etc. Im new here and I would appreciate if you send in a request or read my stories. I hope you enjoy my page…see you soon <3

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Characters I write for~ (pls lmk if there is someone you like that I didn’t include)

Gotham-

Jerome Valeska

Bruce Wayne (Batman)

Selina Kyle (Cat-woman)

Edward Nygma (Ridder)

Jervis Tetch (Mad Hatter)

Jeremiah Valeska

The Vampire Diaries Universe-

Elena Gilbert

Damon Salvatore

Stefan Salvatore

Caroline Forbes

Klaus Mikaelson

Bonnie Bennett

Jeremy Gilbert

Enzo

Kai Parker

Elijah Mikaelson

Marcel Gerard

Rebekah Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Katherine Pierce

Harry Potter Series-

Draco Malfoy

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Luna Lovegood

Ron Weasley

Neville Longbottom

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Pansy Parkinson

Narcissa Malfoy

Sirius Black

Lucius Malfoy

Ginny Weasley

Remus Lupin

Newt Scamander

Cedric diggory

Criminal Minds-

Spencer Reid

Derek Morgan

Jennifer Jareau

Aaron Hotchner

Emily Prentiss

Penelope Garcia

Kate Callahan

Twilight Saga Universe-

Bella Swan

Edward Cullen

Charlie Swan

Alice Cullen

Jasper Hale

Rosalie Hale

Emmett Cullen

Carlisle Cullen

Esme Cullen

Jacob Black

Seth Clearwater

Kate Denali

Tanya

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Woo now on to what i write and what I don’t write

What I would/do write~

Smut, Angst, Fluff, etc

Kinks;  age gaps, poly/threesome, yandere, toy play, cheating (sometimes), blood play, knife play, bdsm, violence, praise and degradation, power imbalance, choking, mommy/daddy kink, Begging, cockwarming, cum play, Dolly kink, Edging / denial, Humiliation, Mirror sex, messy sex, oral sex, Overstimulation, Petnames,Dominance and Submissiveness, Sadism / Masochism, Teasing, Thigh Riding / Thigh fucking, Tit Fucking, Bondage/ Ropes/ Handcuffs, CNC (request lightly), Gun play, Ice play, Slapping / Impact play, spitting.

What i do not write~

necrophilia, incest, pregnancy, foot fetish, animal play, race play, watersports, male!character x male! Reader smut (I don’t know much about it to write about it), r*pe.

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[hadesrise]

Hey, if you aren't to busy, I was wondering if you'll be interested in doing a Male!Mikaelson x Jeremy Gilbert headcanons

Reader is older than Kol but younger than Klaus

Reader is possessive when it comes to Jer, but mostly when Bonnie is around Jeremy(I never understood that relationship)

Oblivious Jeremy!!

hey, i totally appreciate this, but my request box is still closed. i'm only accepting thirsts for now :)

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[zaceouiswriting]

It's always the small guys

Character: Jeremy Gilbert x male reader; mentioned Tyler Lockwood, Matt Donovan

Universe: somewhere in Vampire Dairies

Warnings: slight Angst, slight fluff

Y/N moved slowly, unable to straighten his sore legs more than a few inches at a time. His back was strained from the previous day's activities.

His strange movements were not immediately noticed by those around him, except for the person he was approaching. Inwardly, he berated himself for doing such stupid things during the week when school and football practice inevitably came up.

Just a short distance from one of his longtime best friends, he winced and needed to rest for a moment when he accidentally took a normal stride, causing pain in his aching body.

At that moment, Matt, Y/N's best friend, noticed him and gave him a questioning look. "Are you all right, bro?" he asked. His thoughtless question sent Y/N into a spiral of doubt. Wasn't he paying enough attention to seem normal? But then again, Matt has always been more observant than most people - except when it comes to Elena, in which case he's blind as a stone.

Y/N took a deep breath to calm himself and answer his friend's question, but the sudden expansion of his lungs increased his pain into overdrive. With an almost inaudible groan, he crashed loudly into the lockers to his friend's left.

Concerned, Matt stepped into action, stabilizing his almost-falling friend. "I'm fine," Y/N unconvincingly tried to sway Matt's opinion of his dire situation.

"Okay, let's... get you up for now," Matt tried to show his innocence but was just as unconvincing as his friend had been before. Although Y/N and Taylor, their mutual second best friend and third musketeer, always joked about Matt's apparent lack of intelligence, he once again marveled at his friend's attentiveness. "How about we try again, maybe without the lies?"

For a second, Y/N thought he heard assertiveness in his gentle friend's voice but pushed those silly thoughts away. Knowing he could not even command a flock of ducks if he tried.

"I just...I overdid my exercises yesterday," Y/N finally admitted.

But the only reaction he got from his friend was a raised eyebrow and his arms folded across his chest. He knew what that meant. Matt was readying himself to lecture him... again.

"How many times do I-"

"Hey. Woah, what's going on here?"

Y/N sighed with relief when he saw Tylor. His glittering eyes pointed at his rescuer, who leisurely walked towards them. When Tylor noticed the longing gaze aimed at him, a one-sided grin suddenly appeared on his square face.

"So you finally realized?" He asked ominously as he reached his two friends.

Suddenly the atmosphere around the three friends changed. Matt’s questioning, slightly disapproving look now stat fest laying on Tylors’ trained frame. His button-up shirt is open - for some reason. It wasn’t warm enough for something like that yet and didn’t even wear his letterman jacket, which he never lefts without.

"What?" Y/N and Matt asked in unison.

"That you want a piece of me. I always knew the day would come when you realize I'm the only one who can give you what you really need."

He came painfully close to Y/N, took his hand, and ran it over his beautifully chiseled torso. Y/N felt more than uncomfortable but remained frozen in place. His second best friend was undoubtedly attractive, but it would've been like sleeping with his brother. Even thinking about it made him shudder.

"Back of Tylor! Y/N already has a boy toy that he is very much in love with!"

The eyes of the boy being spoken about widened in shock at hearing his gentle friend's blunt comment. His eyes searched the hallway, hoping no one had heard his indecent words, especially not him. His left hand flew within seconds, landing over Matt's running mouth, rendering him unable to speak. Y/N's eyes were even larger than before. With fear clearly visible inside them.

"Are you out of your mind?“ He asked him angrily, in a whispery tone.

Just as Matt was about to respond, eyes glittering like those of a kicked golden retriever. Another voice interrupted him.

“What is going on here?“ The voice asked smugly.

The question was not surprising, yet Y/N was unwilling to answer it. So without further ado, knowing full well that there was no way either of his best friends would tell him, Tylor started to pout slightly. When this still got no reaction from them, he clicked his tongue dismissively, turned, and walked away angrily, fists balled.

Still, Y/N waited until Tylor was well away before taking his hands off his other friend's mouth. "He'll be back by the evening at the latest, propping for the answers he wants, you know that, don't you?"

"Yup,“ Y/N sighed heavily.

"So what is it, brother? Your inability to walk properly and bad excuses for not being at practice yesterday?”

“I was sick!“

"Suddenly, you were sick? Stop that crap, dude! I know perfectly well that you didn't exercise yesterday. So what's up, bro? Are you on drugs?"

Stunned, Y/N's nervous eyes darted to his friend, unable to comprehend how he came to such a delusional conclusion. He bowed his head angrily. "Please promise me you won't tell Tylor. I really don't want to be even more sexually harassed by him than he already does."

“Why should he-?“

"I... was intimate with him all day yesterday," Y/N whispered fearfully. Hoping nobody else would hear it.

"Okay..." Matt was confused, "then why can't you walk?"

Y/N knew his friend was dense, but that? Looking around again, he leaned in more discreetly this time, making it look like he was about to kiss his friend.

"Because he almost split me in two when he..."

Even more confused, Matt took a staggering step back to put some space between himself and his friend. However, his hot breath still lingered on his neck and the fine hairs on his ear.

Suddenly a light appeared in his head. His eyes scanned Y/N's body with a shocked look on his face.

"But you're the man!" he yelled softly. "Football captain, gym rat, student president, popular with girls and boys," he reminded his friend almost angrily. "And you're fucking hung!" Matt finally burst out screaming.

A faint pink blush crept up Y/N's cheeks. He didn't know how to react to his friend's reaction to having his privates etched in his memory. But it was all forgotten when he felt how many eyes were on him. It made him shudder with discomfort.

"You have no idea!" Y/N said softly to Matt. He was just as shocked as his friend. He never thought he would let anyone get close to him like that, but that day everything shattered inside of him, and the guy who was to blame rebuilt him, but more to his liking. "He's hiding a monster!"

Right at that moment, someone brushed past Y/N's shoulder quite hard. Only out of the corner of his eye could he see Jeremy's disapproving look. He swallowed audibly when he saw him there.

"So you're Jeremy's boy toy then? He's two years younger than you!"

"And? As if that matters! And no, neither of us is the other's plaything! You know we're a couple!" Y/N said, now annoyed at his friend, rolling his eyes dramatically while he dismissively waved him away. "Please excuse me now. I need to appease my boyfriend before he punishes me...again!"

As Y/N walked away, Matt could only stand there, stunned by too much information. How could a guy like Y/N get so... strange?

He watched as his friend went to his younger boyfriend and hugged him from behind, a silly smile on both faces. Just by looking at it, Matt never would have guessed that what he now knows was a fact. It made it seem like Y/N is the man in their relationship, yet he lies beneath his younger, much smaller boyfriend every time they do it together.

It seems it was time for Matt to redefine his world as Y/N had questioned his worldview for him. Because in his eyes, his second best friend will never be less than "the man" to him. But in the same train of thought, he quickly realized why Y/N had asked him not to tell Tylor about it. Then he would never let Y/N hear the end of it.

But just as Matt turned around, something else hit him in the head. He quickly turned to take a look at Jeremy's pants. They're as always baggier than anything else. Which made him wonder what Y/N had told him about the size of his privates.

He knows Y/N is well endowed. So how big does Jeremy have to be for him to see it and change his entire worldview? Matt is intrigued and has to find out somehow. After all, it has to be extraordinary when Y/N bows to this.

Tylor watched it all from the sidelines. The existential crisis Matt is going through and the weird walk his other best friend takes.

Another grin immediately graced his face. As he turned, his eyes searched the hallway for a specific person he was looking for. "Ohhh, Stefan!" He sings the other's name.

Rolling his eyes, Stefan turned away from Elena to see what Tylor wanted from him. But the first thing he saw was an outstretched hand. Confused, his gaze wandered up to meet the other guy's eyes. "What?" he asked, already out of patience.

“I won the bet!“

"Impossible!“

"See for yourself." He lightly grabbed Stefan's shoulders and maneuvered him to see Y/N and Jeremy together. But it wasn't until they walked away hand in hand that Stefan let out an exaggerated sigh. He quickly pulled out twenty dollars and handed it to Tylor. "Nice doing business with you!"

As he moved away from Stefan, Tylor was already thinking of new ways to annoy Y/N and maybe finally break him to get a piece of him too. After all, he's everyone's type, right?

[Masterlist]

[supercap2319]

Elena: “Whoa, whoa, whoa. You, Stefan, last night, dish.”

Y/N: “Um, well, it was nice. It was... well, it was wonderful. We just had a few problems.”

Elena: “Problems?”

Jeremy: “What problems?”

Y/N: *Blushes* “Well, I-I was a little nervous last night, and I kinda kept freezing him.”

Elena: *Gasps in shock* “Y/N, you didn't!”

Y/N: “I didn't mean to... the first time.”

Jeremy: *Smiles* “Okay, so, um, at what point exactly in the process exactly did you freeze him?”

Y/N: *Blushes* “I gotta go.”

Elena: “No, no Y/N, we're only teasing you.”

Jeremy: “Yeah, the truth is we're just jealous.”

Elena: “Yeah, seriously, we're just happy to see you with a great guy finally.”

Y/N: “Thanks.”

[6rookie-writer0110]

Hi hope this finds you well I just wanted to see if you could write a top dom Jeremy Gilbert x bottom sub male reader and could it include like filthy hate sex with Jeremy and reader who hate each other and end up putting their energy into sex and could you also add daddy kink with oral (jermey is the one receiving) and Jermey also eating reader out and could you also add reader riding Jermey and Jermey just holding onto readers waist and ass and Jermey also pushing reader buy his ass onto his cock and just fucking reader dumb on his cock

Hot. Ok I will write it 👍

[generic-wattpad-badboy]

Hi! I love, love, love your stories! I was wondering if you can do one with Jeremy Gilbert x Male! Reader that's a Mikaelson? Like how they got together, what were everyone's reactions and what not?

Sorry if this is to much to ask.

Jeremy gilbert dating a Mikaelson

Authors note : Hey Love, thanks for your request and the kind words.

You both keep it from your families however it doesn't take long for your family to find out

Which of course means Elena finds out pretty quickly after

Elena and Damon Get pissed, They're totally against it once they find out

They try to break you up more than once by convincing Jeremy you're obviously after something.

Your family has a split reactions

Elijah understands that you can't pick the ones you fall in love with However he does question your choices

Kol thinks its hilarious, seriously the dude constantly jokes about it. He likes coursing trouble

Klaus definitely thinks about daggering you for causing this massive headache for him, man wants a break

The only reason he doesn't dagger you is because Elijah stops him

Rebekah totally gets it, girl relates hard with you.

Your dates are always interrupted by someone

you both wouldn't be surprised if both families did it on purpose just to annoy you

No family dinners for you that's for sure unless you want someone to die

[themaladpativedaydreamer]

The Vampire Diaries Masterlist

Damon Salvatore:

Stefan Salvatore:

- Special

- No Humanity

- My Personal Cheerleader

Alaric Saltzman:

Jeremy Gilbert:

Matt Donovan:

Tyler Lockwood:

Enzo St. John:

Kai Parker:

- His (PT 1)

- His (PT 2)

Silas:

[vampirerosearin]

Suffocation, No breathing, Don't give a- Vicki's Dead (Chapter 11)

Book Title: Widowed Willow Contains: Lying, Vampire Vicki, Amari is something, Slight humor, Damon and Amari aren't friends DO NOT REPOST MY CONTENT! YOU MAY REBLOG BUT DON'T REPOST! Story Masterlist | Previous Part | Next Part

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Jeremy walks back and forth, eyes glazed over. Amari sat on the stairs drawing in her sketchbook, while Elena sat next to her with her head leaning on her shoulder so she could watch her.

"Maybe we should check with Matt" Jeremy suggested, concerned for Vicki, they started to get close. Amari sighed as she closed her sketchbook turned to face Jeremy and told him, " Give her some time and she'll be back."

Elena walked toward the kitchen, beginning to put away dishes in frustration as she stated, "He'll call when he finds her."

Jeremy smiled at Amari as she patted his arm with a crooked grin, "We're supposed to wait, so let's wait."

She didn't know what would happen to Vicki. Especially since she doesn't know she's in transition and if she doesn't drink any human blood soon she'll die.

Jeremy frowned looking between the girls and told them, "I don't know what's wrong with her."

Elena stared at her brother in guilt, "She'll be fine, we'll all be fine."

The doorbell rang Amari exchanged a look with Elena as the two walked towards the front door with Jeremy following after them hoping it'll be some news about Vicki. Elena opened the door, freezing when the raven-haired vampire stood in the doorway. She quickly shut the door but Damon forced it open.

"Jeremy, go upstairs," Elena ordered, he hesitated but went anyway after receiving a look of reassurance from his dark-skinned friend.

Damon glanced between the girls, noticing the expressions on their faces an amused smirk appeared on his lips. Elena looked nervous and terrified while Amari narrowed her eyes at him, calculating his next move.

"You're afraid of me, I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess Stefan finally fessed up."

"Stay away from my friends" Amari hissed, Damon chuckled as he sarcastically responded, "Come on, there's no need to be rude. I'm just looking for Stefan. May I come in? Oh, wait, of course, I can, I've been invited."

Amari stepped in front of Elena as they moved away from the door. Damon closed it behind him walking in front of them, "We can cut to the chase if you want. I'm not going to kill you right now that wouldn't serve my greater agenda."

Damon sighed as he glanced between both girls with a determined look on his face and asked, "Where's Stefan?"

Elena narrowed her eyes at Damon from behind Amari and told him, "Looking for Vicki."

"Don't look at me with those judgy little eyes. Girls gonna thank me for what I did to her." Damon stood directly in front of Amari. She glared at him, she could feel her eyes burn and her gums ache before Damon dropped to the floor, holding his head and groaning in pain.

Amari gasped stopping the aneurysm on him as Elena clutched onto her, scared and confused at what happened. Damon stood, looking her up and down, she was beautiful but she wasn't Kathrine, "Got the whole story, huh?" He curiously questioned.

"We got enough," Elena replied with a knowing look on her face as Damon scoffed in disbelief, "I doubt it, tell my brother I'm looking for him."

He smirked at the two and left, he popped his head back in the door and added, "Tip for later, be careful who you invite in the house."

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The next morning, Amari and Elena drove to the Salvatore boarding house. Stefan called Amari that morning informing her that Vicki had completed her transition and she was staying with him and Damon until she learned control over her hunger.

Elena let out a small sigh as she rang the bell and not even a minute later, Damon opened the door glancing between the two with a smirk on his face.

"Is Stefan here?" Elena questioned, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at the vampire in front of her.

"Yep," Damon spoke, glancing between the sisters with a smirk. His eyes lingered on Amari causing her to roll her eyes. Damon reached forward to twirl a strand of her hair, "Morning, miss lioness. You seem a bit too confident."

"Let's get one thing straight," Amari narrowed her eyes at him before grabbing him by the neck, pushing him against the door and off the floor, "I am perfectly capable of protecting me, my friends, and family. Though you are not on my enemy list, you're slowly making your way there."

Damon's eyes widened in shock as Amari let him go, he winced in pain as he rubbed his neck with a groan. He stared at Amari impressed by her lack of fear and strength, unlike her sister who was nervous and on edge. He smirked at Amari and commented, "You're feisty, cute."

"He's upstairs."

The youngest brunette sent Damon an annoyed look, before walking away with Amari, brushing past the vampire who smirked as he walked out of the house. The two girls made their way down the hallway as the older brunette called out. "Stefan?"

Footsteps were heard causing the two girls to frown as they spun around, looking up when Stefan appeared at the top of the staircase looking down at the teens.

"Where's Vicki?" Elena asked crossing her arms over her chest.

"She's upstairs," Stefan spoke with a sigh as he made his way down the stairs and towards the two girls. Amari frowned, furrowing her brows, and curiously asked, "What happens now? Because our brother is searching for her with the rest of the town. What do we tell him?"

Stefan looked at the two girls with a look of sympathy and informed them, "I'm working with her but it's going to take time. She's a very volatile and impulsive personality, She's a drug user and all this is going to play a part in how she responds to this"

"So she's a vampire with issues?" Elena asked sarcastically raising her eyebrows at her ex-boyfriend before gesturing towards herself and Amari, "What are we supposed to do? We're lying to everyone we care about. What's going to happen to her?"

"I'm going to keep her here with me until I know she's safe" Stefan spoke with a determined look on his face when Vicki appeared at the top of the stairs making her presence known as she called out, "How long is that?"

Stefan let out a small sigh as he turned around to face Vicki and softly told her, "We can talk about it later"

Vicki let out an annoyed breath as Elena turned her attention to the newly turned vampire and asked, " Hey, Vicki. How are you?"

"You're kidding-" Amari's brows raise as she glances between Vicki and Elena, "-How do you think she's feeling? She just got turned into a vampire, she could definitely be better."

Vicki smiled gratefully at the Amari as she looked between Stefan and Elena with a triumphant look on her face and commented, "See, she gets it."

Elena narrowed her eyes at Amari while Stefan sighed as he led them into the living room.

Amari took a seat on one of the couches, frowning when Stefan left the room and came back a couple of minutes later with a cup of coffee in his hands handing it to Vicki as he firmly told her, "Coffee is our friend, it's the caffeine. It circulates through our veins and warms our bodies so we're not so cold to the touch."

"Well, what if I wanna drink human blood?" Vicki inquires, raising her eyebrows at the vampire in front of her who sighed and firmly said, "You have to learn to live with that urge and fight it on a daily basis, one day at a time."

Vicki groaned rolling her eyes at Stefan and speaking, "God, don't start with that whole twelve steps thing. School counselor has been down that road and it doesn't work for me"

Stefan shook his head, ignoring the snort from Amari, and assured her "It can work, it's your choice Vicki"

Amari and Elena sit on the couch opposite them watching the exchange between the two with furrowed eyebrows when Vicki smiled as she curiously asked, "So, you've never tasted human blood?"

Stefan stayed silent for a moment as he hesitated, glancing at his friends before turning his attention back to Vicki and answering, "Not in a long time."

The Donovan girl frowned as she grew interested in the conversation and questioned, "How long?"

"Years and years," Stefan answered with a sigh as Amari looked at him in sympathy. It wasn't his choice to become a vampire, and knew he probably struggled when he first turned, " I'm not proud of my past behavior."

Vicki hummed in acknowledgment before she groaned rubbing her head as she questioned, "Does this sketchy feeling ever go away? It's like I have a massive hangover and this daylight thing is a bitch. Ugh, I need more blood."

Amari looked at the Donovan girl in amusement, letting out a chuckle as she raised her eyebrows at Stefan who rolled his eyes.

"Where's your bathroom? I have to pee. Why do I have to pee? I thought I was dead." Vicki stated before making her way out of the room.

"I'm gonna go get her some more, I'll be quick" Stefan informed the twins before standing up and walking out the room for some more animal blood for Vicki. Amari sighed as she glanced around with a thoughtful expression.

Amari knew that her and Elena's life would never be the same again now they know of the supernatural. The curly brunette's thoughts were suddenly cut off when Vicki walked back into the living room and announced, "False alarm. My body's feeling funky. It's a good funk but it's weird."

Elena frowned as she stood up from the couch seeing Vicki pull out her phone and question, "Who are you calling?"

"Jeremy," Vicki stated causing Amari's eyes to widen in alarm, as Elena sent a warning glare to the vampire. She sternly told her with a sympathetic look on her face, "Vicki, you can't see Jeremy anymore."

Vicki couldn't help but roll her eyes at the brunette as she complained, "Oh, come on. Don't you start, I'm going to see whoever I want to see."

Elena shook her head letting out a scoff as she questioned, "Even though you could hurt him?"

"I would never hurt Jeremy," Vicki stated with a shake of her head as Elena took a step forward and softly spoke, " I know you think that, but I can't take that risk. You're going to have to let Jeremy go."

Vicki let out a chuckle glaring at Elena as she growled, "Oh? And how long have you been preparing the 'you're not good enough' speech? I'm assuming it predates the whole vampire thing."

Amari stayed seated, glancing between the two, seeing the way Vicki was staring at Elena like she was ready to pounce. Elena stared at Vicki with a saddened look and told her, "All I'm saying is Jeremy can't get involved in any of this. I mean it, Vicki."

"Or what?" Vicki smirked taking a threatening step toward Elena grabbing her by the throat and slamming her against the wall, "Let's get one thing straight, you perky little bitch. You had my brother whipped for fifteen years and then you dumped him. When I look at you, that's all I see."

Amari's eyes widened as she stared at the pair, watching Elena struggle in the vampire hold, "I'm gonna see Jeremy whenever I wanna see Jeremy because I have some fun new toys to play with and I won't think twice about ripping your little head off"

"I won't let that happen," Amari spoke up firmly from behind Vicki as she stabbed a stick in her back. Then snapped Vicki's neck causing Elena to gasp in relief as the Donovan girl dropped to the floor.

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"Look, she had Elena pinned against the wall. I did what I had to do" Amari exclaimed, narrowing her eyes at Stefan. He glanced between Amari and the living room. After he reappeared in the living room finding Vicki on the floor with a broken neck and a stick in her back, he decided it was time to leave. Stefan nodded in understanding, relieved that Amari could protect Elena and herself.

"I'm honestly just trying to figure out where she got the stick from," Stefan sighed before glancing between the girls noticing the expectant looks on their faces.

"She's on edge, imagine every sense in your body operating at super speed. I mean, she's uncomfortable in her own skin and then you throw in her other issues."

"How long before she settles?" Elena questioned letting out a scoff as she crossed her arms over her chest, "hours? Days? Weeks? It's no excuse Stefan, she's dangerous"

Stefan shook his head glancing at Elena and informed, "There's no rule book."

Elena frowned as she tilted her head to the side and curiously asked, "Well, how long before you learned to control it?"

Stefan frowned as he watched the two girls as he admitted, "A while, I didn't have anybody helping me. I had to do it on my own. The thing is, it's hard to resist certain people, especially when you're new. It's difficult to separate your feelings, love, lust, anger, and desire. It can all blur into one urge, hunger."

"What does that mean?" Amari questioned, Stefan, shook his head, and firmly told them, "It means that Jeremy can't see her, not now. She might not be able to resist him and she’ll hurt him."

Elena turned to face as she narrowed her eyes at her ex-boyfriend and added in, "Or worse."

Stefan glanced between the two in determination and assured, "I'm not going to let anybody get hurt."

The two girls stayed silent for a moment when Amari let out a heavy sigh and grabbed Elena's hand and told Stefan,

"We need to get going," The older brunette started pulling Elena away but Stefan called out, "Amari"

The brunette shook her head, continuing towards her car, "There's only so much we can take."

Stefan frowned as he watched the two walk away. For the past two days they'd gone through a lot; finding out that vampires exist, Vicki's transition, and keeping it all from everyone they care about.

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"Honey?" Amari called as she walked down the stairs declining another call from Caroline who's been persistent on going to the Halloween party tonight at Mystic Falls High. After they left the Salvatore boarding house, they spent the day in Amari's room eating ice cream and watching 101 Dalmatians.

"In here," Elena responded from the kitchen. Amari felt awful lying to her friends and family, she was keeping secrets from them. She and Elena knew it was for their safety, but that didn't make it less painful to lie. Amari walked into the kitchen only to see Jeremy leaving another voicemail for Vicki, while Elena looked at him in worry and concern.

"So, um, do you guys wanna hang out tonight?" Elena asked with a sad smile on her lips trying to distract her brother from the whole Vicki situation. "We could go to the Halloween thing at school, could be fun."

Jeremy turned to look at Amari, laughing when he saw the look of irritation. She'd go anywhere besides the party.

"Sure, sounds fun. Are you going?" Jeremy questioned his oldest friend.

"Don't," Amari began with a groan running her hand through her hair, "Caroline's been blowing up my phone all day. You know, she told Jenna I was starting to become a hermit, so I can't make an excuse not to go."

Jeremy couldn't help but laugh shaking his head at her before turning to face Elena who sighed leaning against the kitchen table and speaking, " I know you're upset about Vicki, I heard she called Matt but you can't be with her. She needs to get better. The best thing you can do for her is let her go."

"What does that even mean, 'let her go?" He inquired in mock confusion glaring at his older sister, " Oh, okay, sure. Since we're such experts on letting people go, right?"

"I know you may not see it but trust me, it's for the best" Elena empathized, Amari looked between the two before clearing her throat and saying, "I'm just gonna go get ready."

Jeremy took a step closer to Elena and explained, "For months after mom and dad died I felt like nothing ever mattered. Now all of a sudden, I get these moments and things started to feel a little bit better and Vicki was in every single one of them."

"So, you may not see it, but trust me keeping me away from her is not for the best" Jeremy finished as he sent one last look to his sister before grabbing his water bottle and leaving Elena by herself. She sighed thinking over her brother's words.

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Amari shoved through the crowds in Mystic Falls High, Elena and Jeremy following after her. The dark-skinned girl ignored the iffy feeling, glancing around to see if she could see anyone she knew.

Matt smiled brightly as he made his way towards them, his eyes locked on Elena with an amused expression on her face and stated, "You went with last year's costume too, huh?"

"I didn't know I was coming till an hour ago," Elena told him with a shrug causing Matt to nod his head in agreement staring at his ex-girlfriend in adoration. Jeremy and Amari shared a look, rolling their eyes at the ex-couple only for Matt to turn his attention to them.

"Who are you supposed to be?" he asked looking at Amari with a grin. She shrugged looking down at herself and smoothing her suit. "This random guy who saved me during my childhood."

Matt nodded, giving her a smile before turning to Jeremy, "And you're going as, let me guess, you?"

Jeremy rolled his eyes walking away from the three of them. Amari let out a sigh as she placed her hands on her hips and spoke, "He's on his man period, he got into a fight with Elena."

"I got into it with Vicki too when she got home" Matt explained causing Elena's eyes to widen as she turned to the Donovan boy, "I'm trying not to smother her, but part of me didn't wanna let her out of my sight."

"Wait," Amari froze as she raised her eyebrows at Matt and questioned, "she's here?"

Matt nodded his head in confirmation and told them, " Yeah, you can't miss her, she's a vampire" Elena huffed ignoring the snort from Amari, and looked around, worriedly asked, "Where did Jeremy go?"

"What's the matter?" Matt questioned, glancing between the two. Elena ignored him and whispered, "We gotta find him."

Elena grabbed Amari's hand dragging her through the school in search of her brother. They sighed in relief when Stefan made his way towards them with Vicki, "Thank God" Elena breathed out releasing Amari's hand.

Stefan looked at the two girls in concern, seeing how anxious they were, "What's wrong?"

Elena let out a sigh as she explained, "We lost track of Jeremy. I was worried"

"What's going on?" Matt asked as he made his way over towards the four of them with a frown on his face as Vicki smirked tauntingly at the Stefan and yelled, "I told you to quit bothering me!"

Elena narrowed her eyes at the newly turned vampire and pleaded, "Vicki don't do this."

Vicki ignored her as she turned to Matt and exclaimed, " Matt, he won't leave me alone."

"You need to back off, man" Matt warned the Salvatore brother firmly with a glare on his face taking a step closer to Stefan. Elena stepped between them and placed her hand on Matt's chest in assurance, "Matt, it's okay."

"No, it's not okay-" Matt scoffed glaring at Stefan "-What the hell is your problem?"

Stefan rolled his eyes going to respond but before he could. Amari spoke up, " Stefan, she's gone."

Elena's eyes widened as she rushed after Amari. Matt stopped Stefan grabbing his shoulders, but Stefan pushed him roughly against the wall and sternly told him, "I'm trying to help her."

A little while later, Elena and Amari had tracked down their brother outside Mystic Falls high in the school parking lot where he was screaming for Vicki to stop. She couldn't control her hunger and tried to attack him.

"Vicki, no!" Elena screamed, and the Donovan girl threw Jeremy to the ground. Her eyes moved to Elena and she rushed towards her throwing her back onto a pile of wood planks.

Elena screamed out in pain, a piece of wood scratched her side, she looked up to see Vicki going for Amari. The curly brunette grabbed Vicki's shoulders shoving her backward into the arms of Stefan who slammed her into the bus.

Vicki pushed Stefan off her before disappearing under one of the school buses Stefan's eyes widened as he glanced at the girls and ordered, "Go, get inside!"

Amari took Elena's hand and grabbed Jeremy by the hoodie. They rushed towards the door only for Vicki to push Jeremy out of the way before grabbing ahold of the young brunette and digging her fangs into her neck.

Vicki flew backward, Amari slamming her to the ground. In anger, the newly turned vampire rushed towards Amari once again but before she could get to her Stefan appeared and staked Vicki with a piece of wood. Elena's eyes teared up as she watched Vicki desiccate before falling to the ground.

Amari tuned out the screams of her brother and stared at Vicki's body. She pondered how she'd ever look Matt in the eye after witnessing his sister die. Vicki was all Matt had left, and now she was gone.

"Get him out of here," Amari demanded, glancing at Elena who reached for Jeremy and lead him out the parking lot and towards her car.

"I'll deal with the body."

Stefan glanced up in surprise, "How do you know what to do?"

The brunette shrugged, nodding her head towards the door for him to leave. Surprisingly, he did, without complaint or questions. She waited a few minutes before pulling out her phone, "I need help."

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