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malethirsty · 4 years

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Loyalty - Klaus Mikaelson & Stefan Salvatore

Summary: To move forward in your relationship with Klaus, you take a trip back to the 1920s with old friend Stefan Salvatore. The discovery you find about them isn’t that shocking, but their request certainly is.

Warnings: M/M smut (21+), Bareback (Wrap Before You Tap!), Mentions of Mikael, Ripper!Stefan

Ever since you stood up for yourself, you found Elena and her gang had not interacted with you, which greatly relieved you. With them gone, you decided to throw yourself into becoming part of Klaus’s army to assassinate Mikael alongside Tyler, Klaus however had a different idea. “Y/N, he’s dangerous, he’ll try to get to me through hurting you if you’re out there!” “And what about Tyler?, he’s out with the other hybrids trying to keep you safe, please share the same care with him as you do me!” Klaus softened a bit, he only seemed to do that with you, Tyler & Stefan these days, anyone else would be bitten as punishment or slapped around by the hybrid. “You’re human love, they are hybrids. It’s not that I don’t care about Tyler, but you were the first person in a long time who’s shown me love, I can’t let that go” you backed off albeit tentatively “Look, I know how much getting rid of this prick means to you, so I don’t want him to live rent free in your life.” “And how do you plan to throw him out if it’s not killing him?” Klaus posed to you “How about a party/history lesson? You always said Stefan pulled you out of a depressing revery in the 1920s, so we throw a 20s styled party, just us.” Klaus grinned “Y/N, somehow you come up with the best ideas to keep me in a good mood. Deal, we can spend tomorrow night together, I’m sure Stefan won’t mind” “Check in case!” Klaus grinned as he left to find his friend.

Stefan gave the all clear so you spent some of the following morning with Tyler, supporting him in training in case he needed to defend himself from hunting the brutal original vampire, while Klaus got the elements of the party ready and Stefan got done up. As the afternoon rolled in, you headed back up to the Mikaelson house to get ready, Klaus said it started at 7PM sharp, and you were aware you need a solid few hours to look like a 20s Modern Man. Heading in, you discovered that Klaus had left you a 20s styled suit & a compelled team to help you get ready and act as extras to set the mood for the night. They were also compelled to let Klaus know if something came up with Mikael, which you discovered as your hair was done over by one of the staffers ‘Well at least he’s on somewhat of an alert rather than dropping it’ you thought. After a few hours, you had turned from 21st Century Cool to 20th Century Swave. A few minutes to 7, you headed down the stairs & into the dining room.

The room was decked out, blue hangings on the walls, the female members of the team compelled to dance in flapper gear, the male members of the team compelled to serve empty tables & at a table in the centre, sat Klaus & Stefan. They turned around as you entered with Klaus giving a trademark grin & Stefan waving you over. “Well Y/N, you look incredible love” Klaus complimented as you sat down “Not so bad yourself Mr. Original Hybrid.” You sent back, Klaus smiling at your attempt at a flirty comment “And Klaus probably won’t tell you, but your blood smells fantastic.” Stefan said, obviously conplimenting you but it caused Klaus to turn his head slightly, an expression of blankness on his face but you knew better, Klaus had to have been seething at Stefan’s bloodlust taking hold. “Now now! I don’t want either of you getting angry, this is a night of relaxing.” "I thought this was supposed to be a history lesson as well as a party?” Klaus reminded you “And me and Stefan here didn’t approve of each other when we met.” “I know that, but Texas Chainsaw Massacre was not made in Chicago in the 1920s, so keep it festive.” Klaus let a dimply smile cross his face while Stefan laughed “Other than the blue drapes and the one floor, this is an exact replica of where I first met Klaus. I was dating Rebekah at the time & I needed to make a good first impression”

“So what did you do to win him over?” Y/N asked Stefan “I made one of the dancers cut herself so she bled into a glass & then made her asshole husband drink it.” he said naturally. You very nearly choked on your drink, you knew Stefan was sharp at the best of times but God Damn! “Ever since that, I’ve cared deeply for him, he made me feel at home, gave me self worth, I loved him so much.” As Klaus made his statement you realised in a way, Klaus & Stefan besides the whole blood glass thing were a lot like you & Klaus, the things about confidence resonated, as that was what you helped him with in those first interactions. As the evening went on, waiters served decade styled meals to your table, and you quickly got a taste for the cheese platters. However Klaus knowing your straight edge side, eschewed the alcohol portion leaving it to him & Stefan, instead you had your selection of juices. It eventually did seem like the 1920s were still going on & eventually you got onto the dance floor & had a variety of dances, like slow dancing Klaus to Dream A Little Dream of Me to the Charleston with Stefan & eventually having a messy routine with the compelled flappers to Fred Astaire, much to the laughter of the vampire/hybrid combination you had shared dinner with.

Eventually Klaus decided to show you another part of his & Stefan’s time in the 20s, but it was to be done in the bedroom on the second landing, so you followed both Klaus & Stefan up the stairs “Make sure no one’s coming” Klaus asked you as he sped into the bedroom with Stefan, and you glanced around at the landing to find no one there. “All clear” you said as you turned around “Good love, now enter our domain”, you moved into the bedroom and closed the door. Turning around, you saw Klaus & Stefan pounce at each other, entangling in a beautiful kiss, you stared in shock before placing your hands on your hips “I knew it! I knew you two had a thing! There’s a lot of chemistry between you, more than a couple of friends.” Klaus & Stefan parted and looked towards you “It took a while but after Stefan acknowledged me as a King one night, I took him to my room and fucked him into the next sunrise.” Stefan moaned out and looked to you “You’ve been on the end of that cock Y/N, you know what Klaus can do for his lover.” You moved towards them “And I guess I’m supposed to watch you enact your history together?” "Oh no love, we expect you to be with us tonight.” Klaus responded “Stefan, do the honours”

Stefan sped towards you, ridding you of your clothing before leading you to Klaus. “Mm” Klaus praised, looking you up and down “Love, are you ready to be fucked by a Hybrid and his Rippah?” You looked behind you to see Stefan admiring your backside and turned back to Klaus “What’s taking you both so bloody long?” You grinned, knowing you’d get them cocky enough to wreck you and you were not disappointed. Klaus seized you, pulling you toward him as Stefan sped behind you so you wouldn’t escape as Klaus smashed his lips on yours, Stefan taking the opportunity to kiss your neck. It was utter bliss stuck between the both of them as you removed Klaus’s shirt to rub his nipples, the hybrid moaning breathily into your mouth. Stefan decided to stimulate your nipples as well, causing the kiss to break as you threw your head back in a moan as you gripped onto Klaus’s shoulders, Stefan taking control of your mouth in a kiss as Klaus kissed over the parts of your neck that Stefan had graced. “Klaus. Stefan. Naked. Now. Please.” was all you were able to get out as they worked over you, in a speedy flash Klaus had removed his suit pants whilst Stefan removed everything he had “Fuck Stefan, you’re so muscular!” You said shocked, you had never appreciated his good looks before. The vampire grinned “Looks like Y/N appreciated my physique the same as you when you took me that first night in Chicago.” he said to Klaus “We have good taste, he and I” Klaus responded “Now love, get on the bed, and let us please you tonight.

You made your way onto Klaus’s bed, whilst the two men stalked towards you, each kissing a side of your face and down your neck. They emerged with black veins on their faces, fangs elongated and knowing they wished to feed, you tilted your neck up in offering. “God, he has a really pretty neck.” Stefan said to Klaus adoringly “And he’s all ours, what fun!” Klaus & Stefan struct in synchronicity drinking you deep as you cried out. “Yes, drink from me, you beautiful creatures, use me as your blood bag, take your share before you fuck me.” You cried out, utterly intoxicated by the feeling of these two forces of nature sucking your blood. Soon enough both Klaus & Stefan removed themselves from your neck, blood dripping from their faces. “Fuck, it was so hard not to drain you babe, you tasted perfect, more perfect than anyone else” Stefan moaned out, leaning down to kiss you, your blood still on his lips. He soon parted, licking the traces off yours and his lips. You grinned, you had another dose of ammunition if Elena decided to get brave again, Klaus detected your euphoria and leant down for a kiss as well. “Love, we can smell how you lust for us, shall we fuck you now?” "Yes Klaus, oh God I need you both!”, Klaus bit his wrist & hold it to your mouth “Drink love, you will need all your strength back for what’s next”, as you drank, your neck healed and you became a lot more bolder than before.

Klaus & Stefan put on a show whilst you drank, kissing, whilst stroking each others cock, now dripping with precum, they soon broke apart, Klaus removing his wrist from your mouth “You ready for us?” They asked together. You grinned at them “Yes”. They thrusted forwards, you yelled out from the pain and the two immediately halted, letting you get used to their cocks. After a while you nodded your head & the two began to fuck into you, moans filling the room as the two supernatural creatures fucked you. “We would always do this in Chicago” Stefan whispered in your ear “Find some whore, fight over them so they’d get aroused about using us, then we’d take them to our room, fuck them, then drink all their blood, me and Klaus bathed in our spoils.” You let out a cry as Klaus found your G-Spot. Stefan grinned knowing Klaus was giving you the utmost pleasure “It’s hot to see how subservient you are to him, you deserve to be with him, well” Stefan shrugged “Along with me of course.”

Klaus now moved down as Stefan took the reigns to smash into your prostate “Look at what you’ve turned The Rippah into, he may not show it, but he’s falling apart as your hole tightens around his cock, you might even domesticate him. You’d like that right? A big bad rippah, draining your enemies dry before fucking you in a blaze of passion, making you come with him?” You nodded at Klaus, a moan escaping your lips to a grin from the hybrid “I’d love that as well love.” He stared at Stefan “I want him with us forever from now on.” You looked at Stefan with pleading eyes “Oh fuck! Yes Stefan, we need you, me and Niklaus, I can never get enough of your massive cock filling me up, Niklaus loves you, I love you! God Stefan!” Any composure Stefan had was lost as he bucked into your harsher, cries of passion coming from him, as Klaus leant into his ear “Now Stefan, come for Y/N.” Stefan reared his head back, crying out in sated bliss as he shot his load, pulling out of you, he moved aside and watched as Klaus took centre stage. “God Stefan, your load is so warm, I’m going to fuck it into Y/N even more, you watch as I take him” Stefan grinned at his longtime love as he rested, admiring you & Klaus as you fucked.

You leant up and kissed Klaus & moved your hand over his tattoos “They look beautiful Niklaus” Klaus had become a grunting mess as he fucked into you, but gave you a wink. “Yeah, you like it Y/N. Fucking take it!” Stefan teased as he watched you be used by the hybrid, “Yes love, you’re so tight around me, so beautiful, God!” Klaus cried out, Klaus began to whirl above you, using his speed & you knew you were a gonner. As he fucked harder and harder, you shot your load, your eyes seeing stars as you saw Klaus begin to fall as equally apart “Yes love, I’m gonna come!” no sooner had Klaus said this, he groaned out as he began to shoot his cum. Klaus pulled out and rested next to you, Stefan on the other side.

The bed suddenly creeked, then collapsed. You all burst into laughter “Well I mean, did any of us expect it to stay up?” you got out, Klaus & Stefan continuing their laughter “No I guess not” Stefan got out. The fun mood was soon ruined by one of the compelled waiters rushing in, the “HEY’S” followed by protecting yourselves was left ignored the waiter who had a blank expression as he said “Klaus, Tyler and his army have located and restrained Mikael.” You turned to look at Klaus but he had speedingly dressed and left. You turned to Stefan, who looked very serious “I hope Klaus makes him suffer, not only for breaking us apart but for everything he put Klaus through” You nodded as you rested yourself against Stefan, both waiting for the hybrid to return. You both did not have to wait long as Klaus raced back panting but grinning “I- I did it, Mikael’s gone” Stefan raced over to him & kissed him. “We captured him out alone & sent the signal as soon as we could” Tyler said racing in, you rushing over to him “Oh thank God you’re ok! I was worried about you getting hurt.” “He put up a fight but I got him”. Soon you both made seperate ways, Klaus & Stefan spending a much deserved night together with each other and you making sure Tyler was alright.

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infictionalwonderland · 2 years

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A request from this thirsty fellow — being in a poly relationship with Klaus Mikaelson and Stefan Salvatore I know you've written them already but i crave for more But ! I totally understand if you don't have motivation rn it's okay no problem JUST KNOW I LOVE YOUR WORK 💞

thank you angel! and i understand the craving, trust me — so, you ask and you shall receive 😩

you have these fossil men reduced to hopeless simps

and they have each other reduced to balls of fluff

I WILL NOT AND WILL NEVER GET OVER HUGS FROM BEHIND.

they will both come up behind you and gently entangle their arms over your waist and pull you back into their chest

you have to settle so many debates for these two.

‘y/n, love, will you please tell our boyfriend that he’s wrong and i have the best hair out of us two’

‘y/n, sweetheart, please inform nik that he is extremely incorrect and overall uneducated on the matter of what actually good hair looks like’

baby i’m sorry but you’re never gonna catch a break with these two

nik will randomly request that the two of you pose together and then he’ll spend hours drawing you, music playing in the background

you love seeing the soft moments between klaus & stefan :)

when klaus tucks stefan in after a long day and presses a kiss to his forehead with adoration in his gaze

or when stefan blushes at the range of adoring nicknames that klaus has for him

or when they both apologise at the same time after an argument and end up goofily grinning at one another

they always put your needs above their own

‘have you eaten today?’ when they haven’t even had a blood bag or any sustenance for a while

you go to concerts sometimes together bc stefan is actually quite a fan of various singers/bands

and you all get separation anxiety so therefore you must go together

klaus protectively wraps his arms around both of you and acts as an affectionate bodyguard

he glares at anyone who steps in your personal space which is practically everyone around

if either of you want to see better he will unabashedly hold you in his arms and hoist you up high so you get a good view

OMG ALL THE CAMERA BOOTH PICS

klaus will definitely be reluctant at first but gives in when you and stef start pouting

your fav photo is one where klaus is in the middle — you and stefan each sitting on one of his thighs, kissing either of his cheeks as a soft smile twitches at his lips

stefan’s fav photo is one where he had pushed klaus so his head was resting in your cleavage and the hybrids face was bright red, he ( stefan ) was mid laugh and you were sticking your tongue out at the camera — eyes happy and mildly intoxicated

klaus’ fav photo is when you’re sitting on his lap, sideways, and both him and stefan are tickling you with wide grins as you throw your head back in uncontrollable laughter

all the photos are placed around your shared bedroom along with the drawings and paintings nik has made <3

stefan put both yours and his ringtones for klaus as ‘wolves’ by selena gomez and marshmello

klaus retaliated by putting yours and his ringtone for stefan as ‘bunny, bunny, bunny’ by the golden orchestra

if either you or stefan can’t sleep then klaus will stay up with you and tell you stories from his life in a soothing, hushed tone to hopefully lull you to sleep

adding the hand combing through your hair

most adorable & most chaotic couple!

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zalrb · 2 years

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I hate you ... {pt. 1}

So, this will be done in two parts and for those who don’t know, it was inspired by a back-and-forth I had with a couple of anons about what “hate sex” would look like for SE and I came up with a couple of scenarios so I decided to write one.

I was asked for extremely smutty and I hope I delivered, though like I said and it bears repeating, there will be a second part, but this means it’s NSFW and it’s adult content. As always, I appreciate positive asks/comments/reblogs etc.

Elena paced in Stefan's room, the back-and-forth movement was soothing; it calmed the anger that compelled her to move in the first place, the anger she felt toward the resident of the space she was currently occupying, the anger that was new territory for her. She'd never felt this way before, not toward Stefan, not even when he'd had his humanity off, then she'd felt a crushing devastation that only fuelled her determination to bring him back to her, but what she felt now, what she felt ever since Damon let slip that he slept with Rebekah, was an anger that made Elena question if she’d forgive him.

And she wanted him, she needed him to know that. What he did, it was, it was --

Stefan appeared in the doorway and raised his eyebrows when he saw her. "Is everyone OK?" he said immediately. His tone was sincere with an edge of worry. "Jeremy? Bonnie?"

"They're fine." Elena folded her arms. "Everyone's fine."

He nodded. Now that he knew everyone was safe, he simply wanted Elena to leave his room, seeing her stirred too many emotions in him, each of them competing for dominance and the more he thought about Caroline’s revelation and Elena’s confirmation of it, the more anger started to win over everything else.

He cleared his throat, avoiding looking her in the eye. "Well, Damon isn't here," he said.

"In your room? No, I wouldn't think so." Elena watched as Stefan lingered by the entrance, leaning against the doorway. His refusal to come into his own room, to even look at her only served to intensify her annoyance.

"I saw the library," she said. "What happened? It's trashed."

"Yeah, I'm aware."

Elena looked at him, waiting for him to continue but Stefan said nothing else. He wouldn’t engage with her even if she wouldn’t leave. He wasn’t staying anyway. He only came to his room to pack some clothes to bring with him to the hotel — he’d checked in earlier that day, he couldn’t continue to impose on Caroline’s hospitality.

"OK so, what happened?" she prompted. When he didn't respond, she threw her hands up in the air. "Well, are you just going to leave it looking like that?"

He shrugged. "Maybe."

His reticence was infuriating. "That's it? ‘Maybe’?"

He sighed. "I don't know what you want me to say, Elena. Why do you care? What are you even doing here?"

She furrowed her eyebrows. "Why are you being so defensive."

Because he wanted, he needed her to leave. He took a deep breath and looked at her. "If you're not here for Damon then what can I help you with?"

Elena felt her lips tremble at the way he was looking at her, or the way he wasn't, his gaze went past her, went through her. She gritted her teeth. "Don't do that," she snapped.

"What?"

"Don't talk to me like a stranger."

He let out a short, humourless laugh. "Maybe I don't know who you are anymore."

Elena looked sharply at him and Stefan rubbed his forehead. Elena didn’t know if it was in exhaustion or regret but it didn’t matter.

"Can't say I don't know the feeling,” she said.

At this, Stefan looked directly at her, his jaw set. "I'm who I've always been."

"Sleeping with Rebekah is who you've always been?"

He walked farther into his room, his eyes blazing. He couldn't believe her audacity --- she had no right, absolutely no right, to be angry with him.

"Don't bring up Rebekah."

"So, you’re defending her now?" Elena took a few steps toward him so they were a few feet away from each other. How dare he. How dare he have such an intense look on his face when talking about someone else.

"What, is she your girlfriend?" She couldn't stop herself, her words, rough with rage came out fast. "Is that why you told her to erase every memory you ever had of us? Like it means nothing? Is that why you trashed the library?"

"I trashed the library because that's where I was when I found out that you were fucking my brother!"

Elena was momentarily wrong-footed but then shouted back, "I didn't know that was going to happen!”

“That’s your excuse? For having sex with him the day, the day after we broke up?”

“It’s not an excuse, it’s the truth! I didn’t know, Stefan, I didn’t come here for that. But you and Rebekah—”

“What about us?”

Elena’s eyes widened dangerously — there was an ‘us’? “That was intentional,” she said waspishly. “You did what you could to hurt me—”

"This is the second time you've accused me of that and you know what? You're confusing me with Damon. I had sex with Rebekah because I wanted to."

Elena flinched at those words, her eyes started to moisten and then felt her anger start to erupt.

"I don't do things just to hurt you!” he continued. “But that's what you want, right?” His voice cracked and he inwardly begged himself to reign in his words, to pull himself back but the emotion from the past few days wouldn’t be contained. “You rip my heart out so I should go out and rip out Matt's, right? That's the kind of man that you want!"

"Well, we all know that crazy bitches seem to be what you want!”

Elena had never heard her voice so shrill. “So, what happened, you were bored for the last couple of years and Rebekah came and gave you the thrill you’ve been missing out on?”

“Was it thrilling for you to be with him in the same house where we had our first time? The relief you must’ve felt when I decided to leave!”

“I’m curious,” said Elena, “How did you decide you were going to sleep with Rebekah, did you take a look at your standards and go, pfft, I don’t need those anymore?”

“What goes on in my life—”

Elena stilled. Her anger had transitioned to rage a while ago but now that rage had transcended to a fury that made her momentarily motionless. “Goes on?” she whispered. “Goes on?” She started yelling. “ARE YOU STILL SLEEPING WITH HER?”

Stefan took another step forward, his face contorted with a fury that marched hers. “ARE YOU STILL SLEEPING WITH HIM?”

The tension that sprouted in the silence was an odd sort of charge that linked them to each other, not quite fraught, not quite loaded, a current on the verge of intoxication —

“Sorry to interrupt this lover’s quarrel.”

They both turned to source of the voice in unison and shouted, “It’s not a lover’s quarrel!” It was only then that they realized Klaus was leaning casually in the doorway, a self-satisfied grin on his face.

Elena glared at him. Klaus’ grin widened to a smile.

“I would suggest working on your temper,” he said. “Count to ten, go for a walk, because if I didn’t know any better, Elena, I would think by your glare you’re thinking of taking me on. Perhaps Damon transferred some of his stupidity to you.”

Stefan sighed. “What do you want, Klaus?”

“Well, if you are quite done with whatever this is—”

“Yeah, I’m done,” said Elena, glaring at Stefan before walking out of the room. “It’s done.”

Stefan watched her leave with narrowed eyes and a clenched jaw. The argument they just had already running through his mind, both solidifying his anger and bringing about a tinge of regret. When he said he didn’t know who she was, in that moment, a small part of him believed what he said but even when he’d said it, he knew it wouldn’t last. He knew he could never not know her, not understand her, he always would, and that reality only served to intensify how livid he was at her.

“Well, you must be pleased,” said Klaus finally. “That display of jealousy, she could give Rebekah a run for her money.”

“That wasn’t jealousy,” said Stefan, opening drawers to pack. “That was hypocrisy.”

“Are you being purposefully naïve?”

Stefan rolled his eyes. “Klaus, your interest in my love life, besides being none of your business, is weird.”

“Mm,” he said. “It became my business once you and my sister decided to pick up where you left off.”

“Your interest in her love life then,” said Stefan, putting some clothes in a duffle bag. “Weird.”

“I robbed you of your time with her, I think about that often. What the three of us could’ve been.”

“Catastrophic,” said Stefan.

“I was thinking ‘glorious’ actually,” Klaus countered. He walked into the room. “My sister has never had luck with men. Sure, a part of that is a by-product of falling in love with whoever smiles at her, but she really loved you and I found you worthy of her.”

Stefan shook his head wearily. “Klaus—”

“Elena is with your brother, this, uh, display that happened here, between the two of you, has proven you will never get over that, and whether or not you want to, you’re moving on from her. Spending time with Rebekah is proof of that.”

“What – what do you want? What is this?”

“Some friendly advice,” said Klaus. “Let yourself move on.” He clapped Stefan on the shoulder and left.

Elena sat at her dining table, sipping from a glass of bourbon to try and calm the adrenaline hungover from her argument with Stefan but only ended up stewing in a mental recap of their fight, stoking an anger that was now simmering rather than explosive but existent nonetheless.

The front door opened and Matt walked in. “Hey, have you seen Jeremy?” he asked.

“I think he’s with Bonnie,” she said, taking another sip.

“OK.” Matt walked up to her, his eyebrows raised. "Wow, you're even drinking like Damon,” he said, standing behind the chair across from where Elena sat. “I didn’t even know you kept bourbon in this house.”

"Matt, please," she said, shaking her head. "I'm really not in the mood."

"Why? Trouble in paradise?"

Elena took another swig. "Stefan slept with Rebekah."

Matt blinked. "Oh."

She looked up at him, her expression quizzical. "Why do you say like that?"

He shrugged. "Well, I just. I don’t know, why do you care?"

“She tried to kill me, Matt."

"Right,” said Matt slowly. “And Damon has tried to kill me.”

Elena closed her eyes and sighed. “OK—”

“He's tried to kill Jeremy,” he said. “Caroline. It would actually be easier to list all of the people he hasn't tried to kill."

Elena put her hands on her table in an effort to keep control of her emotions. "OK, if you guys have a problem with me and ---"

"We do,” he said.

“But that's not what we're talking about, we're talking about you and Stefan like there is a you and Stefan, which is weird, because you dumped him?"

"I didn't dump him, he broke up with me!"

"Because you have feelings for Damon."

Elena dug her fingers into her hair. "That doesn't mean that I st--" She cut herself off and pressed her lips together.

Matt looked at her somewhere in between pity and exhaustion. “Come on, Elena, aren’t you tired of this love triangle? Because I know the rest of us are.”

"I just don't like him and Rebekah together, OK? I think it’s natural for me to not be totally OK with my—” Elena stumbled over the word ‘ex’. She started again and spoke through clenched teeth. “I think I’m allowed to have feelings about the woman who tried to kill me being close to someone I care about.”

"OK,” said Matt, nodding his head. “OK that’s fair.”

“Thank you,” she said.

“So if he slept with someone else you wouldn’t mind?”

Elena felt her face flush, her lip quiver and took a deep breath in. "I wouldn't care," she said.

Matt looked at her.

"I wouldn't!" she insisted. “It’s not about that.”

"OK," he said, raising his hands. "Well, I gotta get to The Grill. So, when you see Jeremy tell him to give me a call.”

“Yep.”

Matt left and Elena closed her eyes, taking a deep breath in. "I wouldn't," she said to herself. "I wouldn't, I wouldn't, I wouldn't."

Rebekah let out a long sigh as she and Klaus walked toward the Gilbert House, standing on the sidewalk just in front of it.

“It’s nearly two in the morning, Nik. Why did you drag me to this godforsaken place at this hour?”

“Well, I figured you would jump at the opportunity to torture Elena, you have tried to kill her multiple times to no avail much to no one’s surprise.”

Rebekah looked at him, affronted. “Excuse me, I enacted my revenge flawlessly. She and Stefan will never come back from their time in the library.”

“My sweet sister, that was child’s play,” said Klaus, chuckling. “Now, it’s hard to keep up with the victims of your attention—”

Rebekah shot him a look.

“Damon, Matt, the commoner — even though you know I’ve been saving him for Elena — I even think you flirted with the possibility of Tyler for a moment—”

“— If you are quite done—”

“But it’s Stefan we want, you were in love with him, and I admit, I went about bringing him into the fold in the wrong way.”

“Oh, are you starting to realize that brute force doesn’t inspire loyalty in people?”

“Perhaps not in this situation,” said Klaus. “This requires a bit more … finesse. If you agree, I will handle Stefan, you will handle Elena.”

Rebekah considered it for a moment, looking out to the Gilbert house. “What were you thinking, then?”

Elena was trying to unlock her front door but couldn’t concentrate. Stefan was behind her, kissing her neck, gently nipping her ear, and she couldn’t remember what her house key looked like. She gripped his hand, which was gripping her hip, and leaned back against him.

“Stefan…”

“Hmm?” He grazed her neck with his teeth and she felt the sensation between her thighs. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, making her drop her keys.

Before she could move to pick them up, Stefan turned her around and possessed her mouth with his, pushing her up against the door and she clenched his shirt, bringing him even closer to her, standing on tip-toe, deepening the kiss. Her hands slipped beneath his top, grazing his torso and his stomach jumped at her light touch. She flirted with his waistband, her fingers gently trailing his v-line, and he growled low in his chest.

Elena pulled away, her eyes cloudy, her voice hoarse. “We really need to get inside.”

Quickly she turned around and bent down to pick up the keys but when she stood up, keys in hand, he spun her around and kissed her again. She threw her arms around his neck, making him stagger back a little, and he held her around the middle, lifting her off the ground briefly, her legs kicking up behind her, before setting her solidly back down onto the porch. They shifted back toward the door, Stefan clenched her behind, sending shivers along her skin, making her move against him, as if she were attempting to climb him, and then she wrenched away, flushed, fumbling with the keys.

“If you distract me, I swear to God, I’ll kill you,” she gasped.

The second he heard the door unlock, he reached for her but was too late as she’d already made contact with him first.

They stumbled into the foyer, locked in embrace, kicking off their shoes, and even with his speed, Stefan couldn’t wait for the bedroom, it had to be now, it had to be here.

“Jeremy—”

“At Bonnie’s,” Elena finished.

“Good.” He hastily took off Elena’s sweater, letting it fall to the floor, gently brushing her hair.

Elena quickly rid Stefan of his shirt. “Jenna’s on campus.”

“Great.” His voice was thick with feeling, as she kissed along his chest and neck.

As she skated her lips across his collarbone, he let out a wet sigh and unclasped her bra, barely getting it off of her before palming one of her breasts and kissing the other.

Breath hitched in Elena’s throat when he enclosed her nipple with his mouth, gently tugging, and she threw her head back, running her fingers through his hair. He guided her to the side of the stairs so she was pressed against the railing. He pulled away and she moved to close the gap between them, to kiss him again, to touch him, but he bent down, holding her gaze as he lowered himself. The sight of him kneeling in front of her made Elena’s lips part and her body quake and she put her hand to her chest, skimming her palm over her breasts.

He was going slow now because he could tell she was screaming inside. He unbuttoned her jeans, gliding his hands along the sides of her legs; she felt his touch even through the denim, and her body erupted in goosebumps. He inched her pants down, and Elena clenched her hair, out of her mind with anticipation and need, aching for him the way she knew he intended.

Jeans now gone, he started to tease her, trailing his hands up and down between her legs, feeling them tremble at his touch. His hands skated up her stomach, to her breasts, he gently kissed her beneath her navel with a reverence almost like worship, and she was slick with wetness, aching and ready and longing for him to spear her, anchoring her to him. He kissed her inner thigh then nipped, making her whine, and then he kissed her atop her underwear and she nearly collapsed with a desperate whimper that he had to keep her upright.

His hands were at her waistband now, and he stared intently at his destination, licking his lips. He looked up at her again — a look that was a mixture of pure affection and raw desire and Elena felt the affect of that gaze, of those primal eyes deep in her gut. Her underwear was gone and she felt his breath on her.

“God,” she whispered.

She put the back of her knee on his shoulder and when he brought her other leg over his other shoulder, she reached both hands out just behind her, each one gripping a baluster in the railing for balance.

Stefan grinned before turning to his task at hand and the instant his tongue entered her, Elena bucked with a loud mewl. His tongue explored her and he moaned, his hums of adoration vibrating throughout Elena’s body, making her back bow and thighs shake. She felt him everywhere and she couldn’t help but arc forward, tilting her pelvis up, as his tongue languorously loved and teased the warm wetness of her.

He slipped his hands behind her, his fingers massaging the nakedness of her buttocks, holding her steady as he redoubled his efforts. Elena swore. He was playing with her before but now, he wanted to satisfy her to completion and his tongue made contact with her bud, twirling and sucking, making her whimper and beg. Pleasure took her hostage, rippling through her from her ache to her breasts, and she held onto the balusters for dear life.

Stefan glanced up and smirked at the ecstasy plainly contorting her face, moving his tongue in circles just to see her undulate and grasp the railing like if she didn’t she’d die.

He watched her every reaction as he put pressure on her pulsating bud of flesh, at the way she twisted and thrashed and squeezed the railing as a way to alleviate some of the sheer sensation that made her whimper and cry and squeeze her thighs around his head. Elena caught his gaze, she could see in his eyes that he was delighted with just a hint of smugness, and she decided it was unfair. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. She wanted to make him squirm and shift, she wanted to be the reason he couldn’t think or speak or do anything but feel. Feel her. Only her. And he wasn’t even fully undressed.

It took her a moment to remember the mechanics of speaking and then another moment to remember the mechanics of English.

“Wait,” she breathed. “Wait, wait.”

He looked up at her, urgent and alert, her eyebrows furrowed in a plea — he wasn’t done, she didn’t finish.

“Up,” she said breathlessly.

They disentangled from each other and she took him by the hand, leading him upstairs to her bedroom.

“Take off your pants,” she gasped. “Lie down.”

Stefan did what he was told and Elena saw the glint of excitement in his eye as she climbed onto the bed. She grasped him, making him hiss out his pleasure, and he jerked. Yes, she thought, it was her turn.

She marvelled at the intensity of his hardness and she throbbed for it, to feel it within her but instead rubbed him, stroking the shaft, teasing and feeling. Stefan gripped the sheets, tearing them off the mattress, his urge to take her beneath him, to feel her claw at his back, hear her sob his name battled his urge to never move from this spot, to come undone by her touch.

He saw her lower toward him and he instinctively strained toward her, a silent beg, plea for her lips. She smiled, triumphant. She finally took him in her mouth and he cried out, cursing, and that spurred her enthusiasm, taking him deeper as she massaged. His eyes were closed and his breathing was ragged, strangled moans escaped him she was aroused by his restraint as she felt his hips move imperceptibly when she knew he wanted to jerk forward into the source of his pleasure.

He reached forward and shifted, turning Elena with him as he moved onto his side, her body running alongside his, though opposite, her front pressed to his front, and then Elena felt his mouth on her ache once more, and squealed.

Their bodies quivered against each other, squirming and writhing with ecstasy and need in equal measure, twisting in a symmetry of giving and receiving. In his moans, her mewls was the gratitude of sensation and the desire to make the other feel it, building pleasure in each other, bringing the other closer and closer to the edge —

Suddenly, a voice invaded. “You know,” it said. “We did that, too.”

The memory, the dream, it changed. Elena was now in a bedroom she didn’t recognize.

The setting in Stefan’s dream suddenly shifted from Elena’s bedroom to Damon’s. He was an outlier now, a voyeur, watching Elena throw Damon onto the bed.

He shook his head, “Stop.”

Elena was in Rebekah’s bedroom and there was —

“No,” said Elena, shaking her head desperately. “No. No.”

Stefan and Rebekah pushed up against the window, Rebekah bent over a desk —

Elena kissing Damon’s chest. Damon kissing along her breasts to her stomach —

Stefan was going out of his mind. “I said stop!”

Stefan tied to the bed, Rebekah’s panties in his mouth. Stefan taking Rebekah over a balcony railing —

Elena was in hysterics. “No, no! NO! I don’t want to see this.”

“Wake up. Wake up. WAKE UP.” Stefan demanded of himself, but it was like he was trapped, cursed to watch the entire scene play out.

Elena tried to leave the room, tried to close her eyes, but she could do neither, she was rooted to the spot, cursed to see them together, to hear him pant for her, to hear him moan for her —

Finally, Stefan woke up, and immediately flipped over the nightstand. He got out of bed, agitated, enraged, and sped into the washroom to splash water on his face and cool down. That did nothing to get the images out of his head and he punched the mirror, the glass shattering.

Elena awakened, hyperventilating. Quickly, she threw off her covers and sped down to the kitchen for a drink. She banged the cupboards opened and closed, banging on the tap that she nearly broke it, filling her glass. With a trembling hand, she took a sip of water when it all came to her in quick flashes again, all the positions, all the moaning, the panting, her all over him, him, and she threw the glass across the room, shattering it against the wall.

She could hear Jeremy wake up, “What the hell?”

Elena didn’t want to explain, didn’t want to see anyone and she left the house, getting into her car and speeding off. She didn’t go far. The roads were empty but she was still in no condition to drive. She pulled over and sat still for a few seconds, her chest heaving with the labour of her breathing and then she exploded. In a burst of fury, she hit the steering wheel, banging and banging until the metal beneath the rubber was severely dented.

Stefan sat in his car in the hotel parking lot, punching and beating the wheel until there was nothing left to bang.

He sat for a few moments afterwards, waiting for the calm to settle but it hadn’t. It wasn’t enough. He took out his cell and found ‘Elena’ in his contacts — even seeing her name was enough to jolt an infuriated response.

He texted her. I don’t want to see you ever again.

That would do it. That would work. By the time he made it back to his room, he received a text back.

Well, I hate you, so that works out.

Link to part 2: https://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/683366175727616000/dont-leave-me-pt-2

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klausmikaelsonisdaddy · 3 years

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ywhiterain · 4 years

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Haha

Writing some kinky one shot stuff and Klaus is roping in Elijah in his sex games with Stefan and Elijah messes up Klaus flow as revenge.

It’s trashy and only vaguely ic so I’ll be posting it on my alt.

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little-diable · 4 years

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Roaring 20s - Klaus x Reader x Stefan (smut)

Request by anon: klefan x reader threesome. they all met in the 20s + reunited in mystic falls, reader + Stefan stayed together after Klaus left. Klaus comes back to MF + hot ass threesome ensues. I’m trying to keep it vague but like not too vague ? Hope this was enough for you :))

I think, I want to split this into two parts, how would we feel about that? Hope you enjoy it, lovely. xxx Part 2

“What?”, (y/n)s head shot up, eyes ripped wide open, her palms began to sweat, her breath began to hitch, this couldn’t be true. “Yeah, seems like he’s back, pretty sure he’ll want to see you.”, Stefan grasped her wrist and pulled her into his chest, thumb running over her lower lip, trying to calm her down.

(Y/n) and Stefan had been together for almost 100 years now, they had met in the twenties, fell pretty hard for each other, all while they were a part of Klaus Mikaelsons friend group. She could still remember they way Klaus had watched her, the way he’d slightly touch the skin of her arms, goosebumps beginning to form while he kissed her cheek. As much as (y/n) loved Stefan, she knew that she was attracted to the original, she sometimes dreamt of his touch, how he’d kiss her, how his fingers would roam across her body.

She knew where to find him, knew that he’d be leaned over a glass of whisky, eyes wandering through the crowd, finding something - or rather someone - to pass his time with. “Jesus, you’ve grown old.”, a smirk on her lips as she let go of Stefans hand, took a step towards Klaus, pulled him into her arms. He still smelled the same, his touch felt just as good as she remembered, blood was rushing in her ears as he pressed a slight kiss onto her forehead, “hello love, you look splendid.”.

As much as she tried to draw her eyes off his figure, she couldn't, she barely noticed the way Stefans hand began to draw circles onto her thigh, barely noticed the way he was putting pressure onto her soft skin, her mind was completely switched off. Klaus couldn’t stop his smirk from spreading as he watched her, he knew of her little ‘crush’ on him, of course he did, he was Klaus Mikaelson after all.

“Seems like your little bird is a bit distracted, huh?”, Klaus nipped on his drink as he watched her walk towards the restroom, a groan left Stefans lip as he emptied his glass of bourbon. “Yeah, I think it’s time to leave now anyways.”, he grabbed her jacket, Stefan wasn’t oblivious to her desire for Klaus, it did bug him, kept him up at night as his mind began wander, but deep down he knew, that she loved him and would never leave him for the original.

“I mean, you could just let me have her for a night, maybe she’d finally get over her little crush.”, Stefan came to a halt, dark eyes finding Klaus teasing ones, he loved to rile Stefan up, loved to trigger the darker side in his friend. Stefan wasn’t quite sure why, but something inside of him snapped, “ I won’t leave her alone with you.”, eyes finding (y/n) nearing frame, a chuckle rumbled through him, “what? You want to join in on the fun?”, Klaus eyebrows were pulled upwards, he grasped (y/n) hand and pressed a kiss onto the back of her hand, “you know where to find me.”, eyes wandering towards Stefan, before he got up and left.

Silence engulfed the pair as they walked home, “come on, what’s going on Stefan?”, she stopped walking, hands akimbo, an expecting look on her face. “Nothing.”, he couldn’t look into her eyes, anger flooded through him, trying not to let Klaus words get to him. “Talk to me.”, she pressed on, hands grasping his neck, pulling him in for a kiss, he groaned against her lips, pressed his forehead against hers. “It’s just something Klaus had said to me.”, Stefan took a deep breath, eyes closed, “I guess he was teasing me about your feelings for him. Said that he’d take you for one night, so you could finally give into your fantasies, even told me to ‘join in on the fun’.”, (y/n) couldn’t stop the laugh from escaping her lips, she slight shook her head as she hugged him closer.

(Y/n) wordlessly pulled him into the mansion, up to their room, pushing him down on the bed and placing herself in his lap. “You know that the was only teasing you, right? I’m yours, there’s nothing you have to worry about.”, she grasped his hand, kissed every knuckle, sucked on his thumb as she looked into his eyes. “But what if it’s true, maybe that’s what you need.”, his eyebrows were knitted together, struggling with his inner battle, hating that he sounded so pathetic.

It took her a while to answer, weighing up her options, “do you want to try it? I mean, we talked about something like this before anyways.”, she tilted her head down, sucked on his neck, inhaling the scent of his aftershave. A deep moan rumbled through his chest, not thinking twice before he grabbed his phone and dialed Klaus number, “I was waiting for your call dear Stefan. Don’t worry, I’ll be with you in a second.”, Klaus hung up the phone, already on his way towards the mansion.

As the original stepped into the bedroom, Stefan was already stripped down to his boxers, abs on display as (y/n)s hands roamed his chest, dressed in nothing but her panties. “What a sight to see.”, Klaus was leaning against the door frame, eyes lingering on her upper body, his tongue darted out to wet his lips, his trousers began to tighten up. (Y/n) reached her hand out for him to take, pulling him against her, lips finding one another, finally tasting him, something she had dreamt of for the past century. Stefans hands worked on her hardening nipples, slightly squeezing them, trying not to focus on the way she was kissing Klaus, on the way her hands began to wander down to his belt, tugging on it.

Klaus slowly pulled away from her lips, taste heavy on his tongue, a smirk on his lips as his eyes found Stefans, chuckling as he took in Stefans displeasing look. The Salvatore brother took a hold of her waist, pressed her back down on the bed, hands wandering down to her soaked panties, coaxing groans out of her. “More beautiful than I could have ever imagined, love.”, Klaus stroked his member through his boxers, trousers placed on a chair nearby, eyes focused on her exposed sex. He kneeled down beside her head, her hands moved towards his bulge, grasping him, pumping him a few times before she pulled his member out of his boxers.

Stefan sucked on her clit, fingers slowly pumping into her wetness, smirking against her flesh as she moaned out, eyes switching towards Stefan, he knew exactly what he was doing. (Y/n) loved the way he was touching her, the way his lips were attached to her throbbing clit, fingers finding her sweet spot. She slightly tiled her head sideways, tongue circling Klaus tip, tasting his precum, hands pumping his throbbing length, the sounds that left his lips made her heart flutter.

Klaus was mesmerized by her, finally being able to feel her touch on him, was something he had been waiting for, for the past century. She had always managed to lure him in, managed to drive him crazy, he felt like a teenage boy, ready to cum right there and then. Stefan pumped his own bulge a few times before slipping his tip through her wetness, plunging into her heat, drawing a deep moan out of her, eyes momentarily closing at the sensation. Her cheeks were hallowed, trying to fit as much of Klaus length as she could into her hot mouth, all while Stefan was bruising her hips with his, hands grasping her middle, nails clawing into her skin as he picked up his speed.

The original felt his orgasm nearing, his eyes were focused on the way Stefan was moving against her, the way her core was swallowing his length, her hands kept on building up the pressure around his length, “I’m close, love.”, he whispered as his eyes wandered back towards her face. She kept on moaning around his length, sending vibrations through him, she felt full, could feel Stefans every vein as he kept on building up his speed, groaning as she began to clench around his length.

Klaus relieved himself into her mouth, cum dripping down the back of her throat, eyes still closed as she felt her own orgasm nearing. “You’re doing so well, baby.”, Stefan pressed kisses onto her belly, sucking on the thin flesh, praising her for being such a good girl, taking his length like a champ, only bringing him closer to his own release. (Y/n) grasped Klaus hand as she came around Stefan, Klaus ran his fingers through her hair, supporting her through the strong orgasm that washed over her. It didn’t take Stefan long to follow her, his warmth began to spread through her, drawing an exhausted moan out of her, pressure began to fall from her shoulders, a smile on her lip as she pulled Klaus in for another kiss.

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