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wholoveseggs · 3 months

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Hey, I love the stories you are writing for us! Thank you so much! If there's room for another one, here's an idea: human reader is pregnant with Elijah's child but is afraid he might not believe her as it is impossible for a vampire to procreate. His reaction, in fact, causes her to leave New Orleans, and a few years later, she returns, and Elijah learns he is a dad. Fluffy, possibly smutty. ")

Devotion

he's so daddy, he's so father

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When you find out you are pregnant you are afraid of how Elijah will react. His anxieties around fatherhood get the best of him and he gives in to his darker impulses.

♡♡ Thanks for the request(s) @originals23 @classymesstuff009 & anon ♡♡

I combined the ideas and changed some elements, but I hope I captured the spirit of the requests -xoxo

7.7k words - Warnings: this is less of a story with a plot and more of a series of events over the course of readers pregnancy, lots of angst, childbirth, so so so corny, so much fluff, lots of belly touches, Elijah being violently over protective, more fluff, lots of affection, smut at the end, unprotected sex (duh)

"No no no no no," you mumbled, staring down at the fourth positive pregnancy test you'd taken that day. This couldn't be happening, it wasn't possible. But as you glanced over the little box and read the word "pregnant" again and again, it began to sink in. You were having a baby, Elijah Mikaelson's baby, a baby whose existence was impossible.

A sob you had been suppressing broke free, and you collapsed on the edge of the tub. You had no idea what you were going to do, your relationship with Elijah was complicated and had no label, and the thought of raising a baby by yourself was daunting.

"I'll figure it out," you told yourself as you pulled yourself up and splashed some cold water on your face.

You needed to tell Elijah, which was an entirely different kind of terrifying. He had always been very clear that vampires were unable to procreate, so he likely would not believe you. The thought made your stomach turn, and you rushed to the toilet once more to empty the meager contents.

It took you a couple weeks before you were able to build up the courage to tell Elijah. You had tried to find the words to break the news, but every time you thought you had it figured out, you panicked and decided against it.

But you were starting to show, and you knew it wouldn't be long until your clothes no longer concealed your growing belly. So, the day after your second ultrasound you invited Elijah over for dinner.

He was worried about you, it had been over a month since he'd seen you last and over two months since the last time you were intimate together. He missed you, and wondered if you'd met someone else. But that was the only explanation he could think of.

When he arrived at your place, he noticed something different right away. You looked exhausted, but you had a small glow to you, he also noticed that you gained some weight and he enjoyed how it filled out your figure.

You greeted him at the door, and he pressed a kiss to your cheek before handing you a bottle of wine. "Thank you," you smiled softly, leading him inside and taking the wine to the kitchen.

"It's been awhile," Elijah began, not knowing where to start, "are you doing alright?"

"Not exactly," you admitted, pouring two glasses of water and taking a seat on the couch next to him. Your hands began to shake, fear gripping you once more.

Elijah reached over and took your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "What is wrong?" He asked, searching your eyes.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes for a moment before speaking. "I'm pregnant."

You could see the confusion, the anger, the disappointment and a dozen other emotions flash through his eyes. You couldn't stand the way he was looking at you, so you pulled your hand from his and stood, pacing around the room.

Elijah didn't know what to think, clearly you were seeing someone else. It hurt him, but neither of you ever had the talk about being exclusive. The thought of you with another man disappointed him immensely, it made him realize how much he wanted you all to himself. But it was too late for that now.

"Elijah, say something," you begged, tears streaming down your face. You were desperate for him to just say anything.

"Who is the father?" He questioned, his voice low.

You expected this question and had thought about your response for a while. Of course he wouldn't think it was his, it was impossible. But you had been with no one else, and you were tired of being a secret, you wanted to be a family, and if he rejected the idea, then that was on him.

"You," you answered, wiping the tears from your cheeks.

"That's not possible," he shook his head. "I can't procreate."

"Klaus can, why not you?" You snapped. You weren't expecting him to believe you, but the reality of it hurt more than you expected.

"Klaus is unique, I am not," he stated plainly. You were quite distressed and although he didn't believe himself to be the father he still had sympathy for your situation.

“Is the father not... A good man?" He asked.

You began to sob, the hormones were really working against you, and you didn't know what to do. He had no idea how to react, and the longer you stayed silent, the more worried he became.

"I'm sorry," he spoke, his voice low, as he moved towards you.

"Don't," you shook your head, pulling away from his touch. "If you don't believe me, that's fine. I'm not going to beg you. I can raise this baby on my own."

"I can't be the father, y/n," Elijah said, trying to reach for you once more.

"Just leave, please," you pleaded. He didn't believe you, he thought you were seeing someone else, and you couldn't stand to be in the same room with him any longer. "Get out Elijah!" You shouted.

Frustration rose within him, he didn't enjoy being blamed for something he didn't do.

“Fine," he muttered, moving towards the door.

You felt overwhelmed with despair and wanted nothing more to do with him, so you watched him walk out the door without saying a word.

It had been a few weeks since you last saw Elijah and your mental health was deteriorating at an alarming rate. You had very little support financially or emotionally and it was taking a toll on you.

You hadn't slept or eaten well and when you did, you often felt sick afterwards. You had known about postpartum depression, but apparently there was something called prenatal depression as well. You had been reading online about the symptoms, and it was almost as though you were looking in a mirror.

You needed help, but couldn't will yourself to ask for it. You had no family, and no friends in the city. The only person you knew in Louisiana was Elijah, and you didn't want anything to do with him.

His rejection of you and the baby hurt more than anything you'd ever experienced before. You couldn't even bring yourself to look at a picture of the ultrasound. You felt alone and abandoned.

You would walk the streets at night, a foolish thing to do considering the threats in New Orleans. But it was the only thing that seemed to calm your mind, and the fresh air helped ease the nausea.

It was a clear, warm night and the streets were quiet. The soft glow of the street lights created a calming atmosphere, and the cool breeze blew the hair away from your face. You closed your eyes and breathed deeply, enjoying the moment of peace.

Then you started to cry, your hormones making you feel like you were losing your mind. You hated it, you would start to cry for no reason and then cry some more because you were frustrated over crying for no reason. It was an endless cycle.

You felt so lost, you thought you could do this all on your own, but you hadn't even had the baby yet and you were falling apart. Even though Elijah didn't believe the child to be his, it was still a Mikaelson and that came with many consequences, some you couldn't possibly foresee. You knew of Hope and how she barely survived her birth, what if the same thing happened to you and your child? You didn't have Elijah to protect you.

You knew you needed to swallow your pride and convince Elijah, he was the only one who could protect both of you.

Your feet took you to the compound before you could talk yourself out of it, and you stood at the gates, hesitating for a moment before making your way inside. You could feel the baby kick and move, it strengthened your resolve.

Elijah was in his study when he heard you approaching, and he wondered what you wanted. He decided to leave you alone after you kicked him out. It was the right thing to do, he reminded himself, he was not the father.

When he saw you standing in the doorway, he could tell you were upset, but he had no desire to talk to you, not after the last time.

"Elijah, please listen to me," you said softly, the words sticking in your throat. "The baby is yours, I have never slept with anyone but you. There is no one else, only you."

He sighed, he wished he could believe you, but he knew it was not possible. He wondered how awful the true father had to be if you were here lying to him once again.

"I know we were never exclusive, but I wish you would be honest with me about whoever the father is," he said, his voice low.

You stared at him for a moment before a sob escaped your lips. "Elijah, there is no one else, there has never been anyone else."

"Why do you insist upon lying?" He asked, turning away from you, unable to stand the pain in your eyes.

Sudden rage boiled over inside of you and you lashed out at the nearby table, knocking the items onto the floor. "I am not fucking lying!" You shouted.

Your outburst was quite unexpected, and he turned back to look at you, his eyes narrowing. Before he could say anything Freya walked in, alerted by the yelling and broken glass.

"What's going on?" She asked, stepping in between the two of you.

The tears returned, always at the most inconvenient times, and you just sobbed into your hands and knelt to the floor. Pure frustration and exhaustion took over and you were completely overwhelmed.

Freya looked at Elijah, confused and annoyed. He wasn't the type to yell, and certainly not at a pregnant woman. She wondered what was going on and why you were so upset.

Elijah shook his head, and began cleaning up the mess you'd made. He couldn't bear to look at you, the pain in your eyes was too much for him.

Freya walked over and knelt next to you, rubbing your back. "Tell me what's wrong sweetheart," she said softly.

The moment Freya touched you she felt it, her own blood, running through your veins.

"It's okay," Freya assured you. "Can I touch your belly?"

You nodded again, and she gently placed her hand over the swell, and instantly felt the magic pulsating from your womb. Freya could always sense her own blood, so long she searched for it. And here it was, right in front of her.

She was overjoyed, she had a niece or nephew, a new tiny Mikaelson for her to dote on. She was also so angry at her foolish brother she could have strangled him.

"Elijah," she said sternly, mustering her big sister voice to scold her little brother. "It's yours," she said firmly, standing and facing him.

He froze, a mixture of emotions passing through him. First he felt disbelief, then excitement, and finally dread. If this was his child, then the threats they faced everyday were even more dangerous.

"Are you certain?" He asked, not wanting to believe, fear gripping his heart.

Freya nodded, and moved to stand next to you, helping you to your feet. You were exhausted, physically and emotionally.

"Why didn't you bring her to me sooner?" She asked him, helping you over to the sofa and fetching you a glass of water. "Look at her Elijah, how could you leave her like this?"

He knew his sister was right, and he felt ashamed. He had been a fool, and caused you unnecessary suffering. He would not be making that mistake again.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, coming to kneel in front of you. "Forgive me, please."

"I tried to tell you," you said softly, sniffling quietly.

"Leave us Freya, thank you," he said, not taking his eyes off you.

Freya was reluctant, but agreed, closing the door behind her. Elijah sat next to you, his posture stiff, and his face a stony expression. You were afraid, unsure what he would do or say.

He was always prone to self-loathing, but this was a new level, and he didn't know what to do. He felt incredibly guilty and responsible for the pain and stress he caused you. You did not look well, and he knew he needed to do everything he could to fix this.

"I'm sorry," he repeated, you looked dazed and swayed a bit, he pulled you close, resting your head on his shoulder.

"Don't apologize," you whispered, lifting your head and looking at him, "just promise you will help me, that's all I ask,"

Elijah was taken aback by the request. Of course he was going to help, why wouldn't he? But the fact that you needed to ask, made him feel terrible, made him feel like Klaus.

"Of course," he assured you, brushing a stray tear from your cheek.

A few tears escaped your eyes. You were tired and overwhelmed and his words and gentle touches were enough to completely break you. You began to cry, burying your face in his chest as you sobbed. A tidal wave of conflicting emotions washing over you, frustration, anger, guilt and a tiny hint of relief.

Elijah felt terrible, and he hated himself for causing this. You were pregnant, alone, and suffering. He would never forgive himself.

"You will stay here and you don't have to worry about a thing," he soothed, gently rubbing your back, "I will take care of everything, I promise,"

He meant it, you and the baby were his responsibility now, and he would protect you both with his life.

It had been a month since you moved into the compound and Elijah was true to his word and took care of everything.

He compelled doctors to check on you and Freya was also doing a spell daily to ensure the baby was healthy and developing well.

But he didn't have to compel people for the things that mattered. He was the one cooking your meals, helping with the nursery, and ensuring you were getting rest.

One night after dinner, you were sitting on the sofa together, talking and laughing.

You were starting to feel better, but you still struggled with your emotions, and Elijah did his best to make sure you were always happy and stress free.

You began to feel a little anxious, and he immediately sensed it, pulling you close to cuddle with him. Neither of you had discussed your growing feelings and neither of you knew where you stood with each other.

He placed a warm hand on your growing bump, and it instantly soothed the baby, and in turn, helped calm your nerves. You leaned closer into him and he wrapped his other arm around your shoulder.

He enjoyed having you so close, and he could smell the sweet scent of your shampoo as you rested your head against his shoulder. He still felt such guilt for the pain and stress he had caused you.

"Is this okay?" He asked softly, his hand slowly moving over the swell.

You smiled, enjoying the gentle caress. "Mmhmm," you hummed, snuggling deeper into his side.

He was being very sweet, and you were beginning to suspect that he had more than just feelings of obligation for the baby.

Elijah was enjoying the feeling of your body pressed against his, and he hoped that he could continue to make amends for the way he behaved.

"Have you thought of any names?" He asked, resting his chin on the top of your head.

"Hmmm," you thought, enjoying the warmth of his hand and the rumble of his chest. "I'm thinking… Elijah jr," you teased, giggling.

He chuckled and gave you a light squeeze. "Absolutely not," he smirked, kissing the top of your head.

It was a pleasant moment and the two of you laughed and talked about the upcoming birth and baby names.

Eventually, you fell asleep, and Elijah picked you up and carried you to bed. He gently tucked you in and placed a kiss on your forehead.

Now that you were asleep, he could let his own anxieties surface. The trauma around Hope's birth still haunted him and he would do anything to prevent that from happening to you.

So he did the same thing he had done every night since you moved in. He left the compound to go hunting.

The first night you arrived, he went out for a drink, planning on just having one to calm his nerves. But then he heard a group of young vampires discussing the strung out looking pregnant woman walking the streets at night. And when they wondered what a pregnant woman's blood would taste like... Well they didn't stand a chance after that.

It made him feel better, seeing their body parts scattered around him, to smell their blood and have their dead hearts in his hands.

And so on it went, he would stalk the streets of the French Quarter, waiting for anyone to dare mention you or the baby. It didn't matter who, why or even where, they would never get a chance to speak again.

Every night he would return, his hunger sated, and he would climb into bed with you. You were still sound asleep and unaware of what he was doing. He would pull you close to him, and listen to the soft rhythmic beat of your heart and the heart of his child. It was the only thing that calmed him, and it helped him drift off into a peaceful sleep.

But that night you woke, the baby was kicking and it made you feel nauseous. You got up to go to the bathroom, too groggy to notice Elijah in the shower until you walked in.

You gasped at the sight of him covered in blood, halfway through washing it off of him under the warm water.

He noticed the shocked look on your face, and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist.

"Is that... blood?" You asked, eyeing the pink tint to the water as it disappeared down the drain.

Elijah hesitated, "it's nothing you need to worry about," he insisted.

He wasn't trying to lie or deceive you, he was trying to protect you. He knew it was twisted and wrong, and he would be the first to admit he had a dark side, but he would never want you to see it.

"Why are you covered in blood?" You asked, a feeling of dread settling in the pit of your stomach.

Elijah was not accustomed to answering questions, he was usually the one giving the orders, but you were not one of his siblings. He would tell you the truth, you deserved that.

"It's the blood of those who wish to do us harm," he admitted.

He expected you to be shocked, but the truth was, you weren't. He was a Mikaelson, and a powerful vampire, it was only natural that others would want to hurt him and his family. Hayley had shared with you what happened to her when she gave birth to Hope, you were beyond frightened of it happening to you. Fear is a powerful thing, it can override any sort of morals you may possess.

"And did you kill them?" You asked, looking directly into his eyes.

He nodded, he could see that you were not upset, and he was relieved.

"How many?"

Elijah was slightly taken aback by your curiosity, and it gave him pause.

"A lot," he admitted, his dark eyes flashing in the dim light of the room.

"I know you are afraid, I am too," you said softly, reaching out and touching his face. "I'm afraid of the birth, of our child being in danger," you confessed, "and I'm afraid for you and all the darkness you take on to protect us,"

"I'm doing what I have to," he said softly, covering your hand with his.

"I know," you nodded, leaning closer and resting your forehead against his. "And I am grateful for that, and I trust you, but I don't want you to be consumed by it,"

He wrapped his arms around your waist and held you tight, listening to the gentle beat of your heart and that of your child.

"Let's get you back to bed," he said softly, kissing your forehead.

You were still exhausted, and he wanted you to rest. He helped you back to bed and tucked you in, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before heading to his own room.

From that night on he stopped hunting, and spent more time with you. The two of you were becoming closer, but he didn't want you do feel any sort of pressure to be with him. He would be happy with whatever you were comfortable with.

He was plagued by nightmares, visions of you dead in his arms the same way Hayley was, and he woke up in a cold sweat every night. He would climb into bed next to you and pull you close, placing his hand on your bump and waiting for the baby to kick. When the child would move, it was a reassurance that the two of you were alive, and you were safe.

Your eighth month of pregnancy was difficult, and Elijah had become even more attentive. Your ankles were swollen, your back ached, and the baby was a wild one.

But the worst part was the hormones, they were completely out of control. You cried at everything, the commercial about a cute dog, a sad movie, and even a happy song. You were a wreck and it was a struggle just to get through the day.

Hayley, Rebekah and Freya had noticed your increasing distress and decided to throw you a baby shower. It was nice to be surrounded by people that cared about you.

The women of the Mikaelson family understood you more than anyone ever could, and they did their best to make sure you were comfortable. Hayley was especially sympathetic and supportive, having been through it herself.

"The last three months are killer," she laughed, patting your belly.

"Tell me about it," you sighed, watching Rebekah and Freya decorate the courtyard for the upcoming party.

"They are really going all out for this," Hayley laughed, and you could tell she was pleased that the other two were trying to make you feel welcome.

"I think it's more for the baby than me," you giggled, "they love being aunties,"

"Am I an auntie too?" Hayley teased, knowing she wasn't biologically connected, but the baby was still family.

You nodded, and she was beaming with joy.

"Well, i'm excited for Hope to have a little cousin, she needs someone to play with," Hayley smiled, her hand still resting on your belly.

You were both startled by a sudden sharp movement from the baby, and laughed.

"Well, this one will definitely keep her on her toes," you laughed.

The party was extravagant to say the least, it was more of a ball than a baby shower. Klaus had invited every faction of the supernatural world and there was an assortment of vampires, witches and wolves mingling together.

Klaus and Elijah decided to take an entirely different approach to your pregnancy and the impending birth than the one they had with Hayley.

They knew not to repeat the mistakes they made the first time and wanted to foster peace and harmony among the factions.

Elijah was on edge, his nightmares becoming increasingly worse, and he was struggling to find a way to ease his anxieties.

He would have preferred not to have this party, but he was overridden by the rest of his family.

He knew it was important, a sign of good faith and acceptance. But his mind was plagued with the past and the pain and suffering that came from that. He wanted to forget the horrors and the violence and the blood, and focus on the future and the new life that was coming.

He dove head first into the politics, spending the evening schmoozing and talking business with the representatives of each faction. It was the only way for him to feel calm and in control, and it kept his mind from drifting into darker corners.

"Are you okay?"

His thoughts were interrupted by you, and the sound of your voice calmed him. You had come over to him and was holding his hand, looking concerned.

You looked so beautiful, your hair in soft curls, your belly protruding from a flowy blue dress. You were round and glowing and a perfect picture of motherhood.

"Of course," he assured you, squeezing your hand and taking a sip of his drink.

You were worried about him, he seemed distant and preoccupied.

"It's too much isn't it? This party," you asked, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the crowds.

"No," he shook his head, "it's wonderful," he forced a smile, not wanting to worry you.

"If you want to leave, we can," you offered, feeling uncomfortable, and not wanting him to be either.

He kissed the side of your head, a gesture that made you blush. "This is for the baby, and I will not deny the baby anything,"

Elijah had always been a bit affectionate towards you, but he never overstepped his bounds and you were unsure of how to handle it. You enjoyed his presence, but it was getting a little confusing.

You were a bit flustered, and excused yourself, going to find some air outside. Elijah watched as you walked away and was tempted to follow, but he had his hands full, trying to talk the wolves out of challenging a vampire for a perceived slight.

You leaned against the balcony, letting the cool air calm your nerves.

"How's it going?" Said a party goer, you weren't sure what faction they were a part of, but they seemed a little drunk.

"Fine," you said, not wanting to be bothered.

"Pregnant with a Mikaelson, that's some shit luck," he snorted, clearly intoxicated.

"Excuse me?" You scoffed, wondering why this was a topic of discussion.

"I mean, there are three benefits to fucking vampires," he began, holding his hand up to count them, "one, no diseases, two, usually really good in bed and three, no pregnancies,"

He began to laugh, and you felt angry and defensive.

"I would appreciate it if you kept your mouth shut," you warned, not wanting to hear the drunken ramblings of an idiot.

"Was it worth one and maybe two to not have the third?" He laughed, clearly not getting the hint.

You were furious, and you went to walk away, but he grabbed your arm. "Lemme touch your belly, I wonder how strong a Mikaelson kicks," he laughed.

Before you could react Elijah appeared and had the drunk man by the throat. A crowd of party goers gathered to watch the scene.

Elijah was completely overcome by his rage, the fear in your eyes when the man grabbed you took him right back into his endless nightmares. A small part of him knew he should let the man go, but he couldn't, he was consumed by the thought that if he let go, he would lose you, and that was unacceptable.

He squeezed tighter and the man gagged, clawing at his hands and begging for mercy. The crowd gasped in horror as Elijah's eyes went black and veins crawled across his face.

"To anyone here who thinks it's okay to touch her, let this be an example of the fate you await," he snarled.

"Elijah!" You yelled, but it was too late.

The man was dead, and his head fell from his body.

You stood in shock, the entire party was silent, and Elijah dropped the body and turned towards you. He was shaking, and his eyes returned to their normal color, the veins disappearing from his face.

He turned to the crowd, projecting his voice loud and clear. "Do I make myself clear?" He growled, looking at the faces of everyone around him.

The room was full of fearful nods, and the crowd slowly dispersed.

Elijah took your hand, leading you out of the courtyard and towards his room.

You followed without a word, still in shock. He closed the door behind you and you sat down on his bed.

"Are you alright?" He asked, kneeling in front of you, his hands on your bump.

You nodded, and placed your hands over his.

"You have to understand," he began, and you could hear the strain in his voice, "when he touched you, when I saw his hands on you, I..."

He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself, "I can't- I won't. Lose you."

"It's okay," you soothed, placing a hand on his cheek.

Elijah could hardly control his emotions, the fear and anguish was too much, and he let out a sob, pulling you into his arms and holding you tight.

You cradled his head in your hands and held him close, whispering sweet words and letting him know it was okay.

He was the strongest person you had ever known, and seeing him like this made your heart break.

"Shhh," you soothed, kissing the top of his head, "I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere,"

You felt his grip loosen, and his breathing became more steady.

"It's okay," you repeated, placing soft kisses on his cheek and forehead, and moving to his lips.

You hadn't kissed in nearly 8 months, not since the night you had made love and conceived the baby. But you felt him return the kiss, and he wrapped his arms around you.

He was hesitant and unsure of how you would respond. You had been together once, but things had been complicated and stressful. But he wanted to show you just how much he loved you.

He pulled away, searching your eyes, and finding only compassion and acceptance.

"I'm hoping we can try again, to be together, if you will have me," he whispered, brushing a lock of hair out of your face.

You leaned into his touch, and he was hopeful that you would want the same.

"Of course," you agreed, pressing a soft kiss against his lips, and running your fingers through his hair.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in each other and enjoying the moment. It was peaceful and the first time Elijah had truly felt at ease in months.

The day of the birth was finally upon you, and you were nervous and in pain. Freya and Hayley were at your side, holding your hand and trying to keep you calm as they helped you through your labor.

Elijah was pacing in the hallway, anxious and on edge. He had been a wreck, barely able to eat or sleep, and it was obvious to the entire family.

He stopped, listening to you moan and groan and hiss in pain. He wished he could take it all away, and felt a wave of guilt wash over him.

"Why don't you go be with her," Rebekah suggested, putting a hand on her brothers shoulder.

"She doesn't want me in there," he sighed, he had tried, and you had pushed him out, not wanting him to see you like this.

"She's in pain, she's probably not thinking clearly," Rebekah insisted, "trust me, she wants you in there,"

Elijah wasn't sure, but he couldn't handle not being near you any longer, so he went in, ready to be rejected.

You were in bed, sweating and panting and groaning. Hayley was holding your hand and Freya was using a spell to soothe your pain.

You opened your eyes, and saw him, and reached out for him, and he ran to your side, taking your other hand in his.

"You are doing so well," he said softly, his voice full of love.

"I can't," you groaned, feeling as though you couldn't go on.

"Yes, you can," he encouraged, kissing your knuckles.

You were in agony, but his touch and his voice were like a balm to your soul, and it gave you strength.

Rebekah was right, having him next to you was the best thing in the world, and it helped you through the hours of labor.

Finally, the moment came, and you screamed as you gave one final push. The room was filled with the sound of a crying infant and you collapsed back against the pillows.

"It's a boy!" Freya announced, cutting the umbilical cord and wrapping the baby up, passing him over to you.

"Oh my goodness," you cried, tears of joy running down your face as you looked down at the precious life in your arms.

"A boy," Elijah whispered, staring at his son in awe. He reached out and placed his hand on his sons head, feeling the soft downy hair.

"He's beautiful," Hayley commented, admiring the little bundle.

"Just like his father," you smiled, and Elijah kissed the top of your head, wrapping his arms around you and your new baby.

You were exhausted, but ecstatic, and Elijah couldn't help but feel pride and joy. He had helped create such a perfect and precious creature. Out of all of his darkness came something pure and beautiful, and he would do anything to protect his son.

As the night went on the others left, leaving you and Elijah alone with the baby. The both of you couldn't take your eyes off of him.

"We need to decide on a name," you said softly, stroking the babies face with your finger.

"I think," Elijah began, watching the baby squirm and wriggle, "he should be named after his uncle Henrik,"

"That's perfect," you smiled, a tear running down your cheek, "Henry,"

"Henry," Elijah repeated, looking at his son, "I'm your father, and I promise to always love and protect you,"

"I will love you, until the end of time," you whispered, placing a soft kiss on Henry's tiny nose.

Henry let out a little squeak and yawned, and you and Elijah laughed. He was the most perfect thing you and Elijah had ever seen, and the two of you couldn't stop smiling.

Life at the compound was hectic, with Hope and Henry underfoot. Elijah was always watching the babies, making sure they were safe and happy. He was a wonderful father and uncle, and it made you fall in love with him even more.

The two of you were utterly exhausted new parents and Rebekah insisted that the two of you take a break and spend a little time together. She convinced you and Elijah to let her care for Henry for a weekend, while the two of you got away.

It was hard for both of you, you had never been apart from him for more than a few hours, but the two of you needed the time alone.

"Just go, have fun," Rebekah had encouraged, taking Henry from Elijah, "you both need a break,"

The drive was long, but Elijah's company made it go by faster, and you finally arrived at the cabin.

"I hope this is okay," Elijah said, helping you out of the car.

"It's perfect," you assured him, it was cozy and private, and the view was spectacular.

The two of you walked inside, and took in the surroundings. It was a large cabin, with a beautiful stone fireplace and a big open kitchen. Elijah started the fire as you cooked dinner, the two of you fully in sync.

It was easy having him as a partner, and you felt relaxed and at home. The only thing missing from your lives was sex. Once Henry arrived it was a constant state of exhaustion and there wasn't much room for romance.

You thought back to the night Henry was conceived, and how passionate and hot the experience was. But you were nervous to do it again, the pregnancy had changed your body, and you weren't sure how he would react.

After dinner you cuddled up with him on the couch, his arm around your shoulder and your head resting on his chest. He kissed the top of your head and smiled.

"I've missed this," he said softly, playing with a loose strand of your hair.

"Me too," you admitted, running your hand up and down his arm.

He took a deep breath, and you could tell he was nervous about something.

"Is everything okay?" You asked, turning to look at him.

"Yes," he nodded, his brown eyes meeting yours, "I just...want you to know that I am completely in love with you, and I will do anything to make you happy,"

You blushed, and looked away, not sure what to say.

"And I know our relationship has been a bit unconventional," he continued, his voice low, "but I would like to court you, if you will allow me,"

"Court me?" You chuckled, "darling, I think you are doing this all backwards,"

"Perhaps," he laughed, taking your hand in his, "I couldn't ask for a better mother for my child, and a more devoted companion,"

You smiled, and leaned in, kissing him, and the spark was still there. He kissed back, cupping your face with his hands and pulling you onto his lap. His hands roamed your body and your breath hitched when he ran them up your thighs.

"Is this okay?" He asked, stopping, and looking up at you.

You nodded, and pressed your lips against his, wrapping your arms around his neck and grinding against him. He groaned and gripped your hips, guiding them to move with his.

You could feel his growing erection, and the friction against your core made you moan. You had missed this, and could hardly believe you had waited so long.

He picked you up and carried you to the bedroom, laying you down and crawling on top of you, his lips never leaving yours.

You ran your fingers through his hair, and his hands traveled up your shirt, caressing your skin and cupping your breast.

You felt a bit self-conscious, your body was different now, and he hadn't seen it. You didn't want him to be disappointed, but you knew he wouldn't judge you.

"Darling, are you alright?" He asked, pulling away, "we can stop,"

"No," you shook your head, and sat up, "it's just, I'm a little nervous,"

"About?" He asked, furrowing his brows.

"My body," you admitted, "it's different now, and I know it's stupid, but I'm worried,"

He gave you a knowing look, and pulled your dress up over your head. You body was different, your breasts fuller, your hips wider, stretch marks across your belly and thighs.

"These scars are nothing to be ashamed of," he began, kissing the stretch marks across your stomach, "they show your strength and the fact that you brought a beautiful and healthy baby into the world,"

"Elijah," you blushed, not used to hearing him speak so openly about your body.

"These breasts, they have nourished our son. These hips, they carried and protected him," he continued, his hands on your body, caressing every inch.

"I have no words for how beautiful you are," he concluded, his eyes full of lust, "may I continue?"

You nodded, and he pulled his shirt off, exposing his chiseled torso. You ran your hands over his shoulders, tracing his muscles, and down his chest.

He trailed his lips up to your breasts, gently kissing them and sucking your nipples. He was gentle and slow, and it felt incredible. They were extra sensitive from breastfeeding, and his touch sent a shock straight to your core.

He slowly removed your underwear, his eyes raking over your naked body. He kissed every inch of your skin, loving every part of you.

His lips traveled down your belly, and settled between your legs. His tongue moved expertly against your clit, and you gasped, grabbing the sheets.

He hummed contently, missing the taste of you, and wanting to please you. His hands held your thighs, and his tongue teased and swirled.

You moaned and arched your back, it had been so long and you were so close already. He knew just how to get you there, and it only took a few minutes for him to bring you over the edge.

He didn't stop, and continued, sucking and licking, bringing you to orgasm again and again. Your head was spinning, and you could hardly breath, but it felt amazing.

Finally he stopped, and kissed his way up your body, until his lips met yours.

"You deserve a reward for being such a perfect mother," he smiled, his voice full of pride.

You smiled, and kissed him again, running your hands down his chest and stopping at his waistband.

"Now I think it's your turn," you whispered, unbuttoning his pants.

He smiled and watched your face as you underdressed him. His cock sprung free, and you stroked it, running your hand up and down the shaft. Looking into his eyes as he kneeled over you, his eyes heavy and filled with lust.

"It's been so long, I missed your touch," he growled, his voice husky.

"I've missed this too," you replied, stroking him and running your thumb over the tip.

He kissed you slowly and deeply, moaning as your hands worked him. His tongue explored your mouth, and you felt him twitch and throb in your hands.

"Hold on," he said softly, moving away from you.

He got up and rummaged around his bag, coming back with a condom.

"I've never used one of these before," he said sheepishly, and it was the most adorable thing.

You laughed and sat up, taking the foil packet and opening it, rolling it over his cock and kissing him.

"Now, where were we?" You smirked, laying back down.

He crawled back on top of you, lining his cock up with your entrance. He was still gentle, but you were ready for him, and the two of you were eager.

He pushed in, and it felt like the first time, hot and tight. He took his time, pushing in a bit at a time and allowing you to adjust.

Once he was fully inside, he waited a moment, kissing you, and savoring the feeling of being joined with you.

You moved your hips, signaling him to move, and he complied, thrusting slowly and deeply.

The two of you rocked back and forth, the soft sound of skin against skin filling the air. He moved with the perfect rhythm, hitting the right spot with every thrust.

His mouth was on your neck, leaving love bites, and his hands were on your hips, gripping tightly.

"I love you," he groaned, his voice strained.

"I love you too," you moaned, feeling yourself getting close.

You never wanted this to end, a part of you longing for even more than what you already had. You looked into his eyes, feeling the way his body connected with yours so perfectly.

Your orgasm rushed over you, and you squeezed him so hard he pulled out for moment, his cock resting on your stomach. He looked down at you, your pupils blown with love and lust.

"Do you want to make a sibling for Henry?" You said softly, toying gently with the tip of the condom, searching his eyes for an answer.

"Is that something you want?" He asked, looking down at you with pure love.

"Yes," you nodded, "I want another baby, I want a whole family with you,"

He kissed you in response, then smiled down at you, his eyes shining with happiness.

"I will give you anything you want," he whispered.

You pulled the condom off slowly, both of you panting heavily. He looked down, watching as your hands wrapped around his bare cock, pumping up and down, spreading the precum over the head.

You lined him back up, and he pushed back in, his breath catching as he eased his way into your warm and wet heat.

You could feel him throbbing inside of you, his length twitching and swelling as he got closer. He moaned, and rested his forehead against yours, his eyes shut tight.

"I want you to cum inside me," you whispered, knowing he was close.

You could feel yourself getting close, and his breath was labored, his hips grinding against yours, your wetness coating him.

His hips snapped, and his hands gripped the sheets, and with one final thrust he came, filling you up and pushing you over the edge.

He kissed you as he came down, his cock still pulsing as he softened inside of you. He hummed happily, keeping you connected as he rolled you on your side.

You curled up against him, and kissed him, and he pressed his hand gently against your stomach, imagining a tiny being forming inside.

"I always wanted a family of my own," he said softly, nuzzling into you, "thank you for giving me that,"

You squeezed him tighter, understanding the weight of his words. He had given you everything, love, devotion, a family. It was everything you ever wanted. He had helped you become the happiest and the best version of yourself and you did the same for him.

The two of you laid there, cuddled up against each other, safe and content. Tomorrow would bring a new adventure, but right now everything was perfect.

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sibsteria · 2 years

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hello, can you do headcanons of klaus mikaelson being a simp for you? 💘

yes of course, lovely!

Warnings: large fluff, a bit smutty, soft!klaus, protective!Mikaelsons

Summary: Klaus Mikaelson is the malewife simp of the century(ies)

not proofread, don’t kill me 😭🫶

the first time he met you, he studied you, up and down, I feel as if it would be at a Mikaelson ball, or maybe the Mystic Grill

I mean, eyes roaming

so our man just felt he had to introduce himself

he presents his hand out for you to shake

“I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before, I know I would have remember a face like yours.”

“Oh, wow, you’re charming.”

He gives an amused smile, a soft chuckle

“I prefer the name Klaus Mikaelson, please tell me what name could possibly match such a person of beauty?”

I feel as if he wouldn’t assert his name as Niklaus right off the bat ygm besties

he is leaving you blushing though

you’re probably a vamp so congrats, he’s got eternal dibs!

definitely lays a gentle kiss to your hand when you tell him your name

“I suppose I’ll be seeing you.” he lingers in your presence before slowly walking away

you’re just- astounded, who gave him the right to be so alluring?

I ain’t gonna lie to you, he went home that night and stalked for your information

he knows where you live, your next of kin, the bar you frequent

so an accidental bumpings into are already in his workings

“Ah, hello love, what a surprise!”

he’d buy you all your drinks, making sure to keep any eye on them if you left the bar for a moment if you’re human (you probs aren’t)

you would spend the whole night together

just chatting and swapping anecdotes

flirting

he charms you with poems, jewellery and just spending time getting to know you as if he didn’t know everything already

he will flaunt his money around

“I should take you to dinner, tell me love, do you enjoy pasta?”

if your answer is yes then well than enjoy your authentic italian dish! the flight wasn’t even too long

you had both fallen off the cliff, smitten for one another

when you’re dating he absolutely follows wherever you go

accidentally

but you know better

and you don’t mind, he’s always looking out for you

long parting kisses

I’m talking tongue, with his hand tangled in your hair

ass slaps as you walk away, making you present a shy smile

when your more comfortable around each other, you don’t hesitate to do it back

a faux shock face from the hybrid

“well, love, I never listed you as the kinky type. I do say, I’m quite impressed.”

get ready for marks

he litters you in hickeys, even if they might fade by the end of the day

he’s going to try

if you’re human he’ll have you wear a vial of his blood around your neck

for emergencies

and a fun conversation for anyone who comes on to you

if he’s in a heated argument discussion with someone, his face will immediately soften when you walk through the door

“hello, love.” a passion induced coma hoods his eyes

will try to protect you from violence and danger but he does know you can handle yourself

“Klaus, I can snap a neck like a motherfucker-”

“I know, darling, but why do that when I can do it for you?”

hours of cuddles

hours

just you in his arms, with his nose nuzzled into you

he’s a softy, really

you get along with his family, it’s a given

Rebekah is literally you’re sister from another mister

shopping sprees with her unlimited credit card

knowing each other’s styles

“How did you know?” She pouts as you hand her a pair of heels that she had been eying up

she’s just overjoyed she actually had a true friend that she can trust

someone she can rely on

you are inseparable

and Klaus is absolutely jealous

“may I please have my girlfriend back, dear sister?” an edge to his tone

“if you must, you annoying rat bastard.”

but you love them

Elijah is eternally grateful for your calmness

and your ability to tame the beast

“I must say, you impress me, Miss L/n.”

you’re utterly baffled

Elijah is not an easy man to impress

but your besties anyway, now 🙄🤚

you often pick up ties that you think would suit him

he smiles and shakes his head

“I do hope you insist on keeping her around, Niklaus.” he uses a low whisper to his brother.

“I don’t assume I’m ever letting her go.”

whilst you have managed to wrap him around your little finger

he won’t hesitate to rip someone’s throat out for touching you

say you’re at a bar

he left for a moment to answer a call, his mistake

he comes back, you’re face filled with discomfort and annoyance as this poor man would not stop verbally harassing you

but that was not enough of an action for you to snap his neck yourself

but as he’s walking towards the bar, he watches as the stranger lets his hand trail down your back until he reaches your-

Klaus has already sped towards him

grabbing his hair and tearing out his throat

his chin, neck and chest are dripping with blood

your surprised at the lack of screams around you, coming to the conclusion that he must have compelled the drinkers to not bat an eye at supernatural goings-on

“are you kidding-”

“sweetheart, don’t get angry-”

“I just got blood stains from last week out of that shirt!”

he pauses his spiel, a blushing smile across his face

you weren’t repulsed by the violent display he’d put on

“have I ever told you how much I love you?”

“on occasion.” you roll your eyes, pulling him in for kiss

the blood coats around your lips but you don’t mind

“I love you too, Nik.”

that was the first time you used such an intimate nickname

and he loved it

hearing such words fall from your mouth

you both get blood drunk nightly

but refusing to feed on kids, because you have some morals

and you push Klaus to erase after eating because why draw attention to himself, he already has a healthy crowd of enemies

and that is where Elijah expresses gratitude

if you ever get kidnapped on that one occasion you were caught off guard

be ready, the cavalry are coming

a crowd of angry originals, breaking down walls and tearing out hearts

“shit! I didn’t know she had all of ‘em at her beck and call-” one of your kidnappers scream, as he watches his cronies drop to the floor

“mate, I advice you shut your mouth, in fact- I’ll do it for you-” queue Kol punching his head from his shoulders, it rolls nicely onto the floor in a pool of blood

they had you on a vervain drip

“oh, love, I’m so sorry.” Klaus is by your side, ripping out the tubes, hugging you close

Kol is your annoying little brother, but mostly a sweetheart to you

you two tend to sneak out together, infiltrating house parties

“if Nik finds us, he’ll kill you!” you scream over the music

“he can try, darling!” he howls with laughter, a bottle of his chosen alcohol spilling down his throat

he does find you

“why in the world, did you think I wouldn’t notice you leaving my side?” he caresses your cheek

“don’t torture him, we just wanted a bit of fun.” you whisper, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth

“I suppose you’re right, I have faith in his protection, he loves you like family.” begrudgingly letting Kol off the hook

he has fucked you on every surface in his home

“not on the dinner table, Nik-” Beks

“I eat off that counter, pests.” Kol

“Is it a rule that you have to infect every piece of furniture in our home?” Elijah

*noises of disgust* Finn

*eye roll* Freya

still counting how many public displays he can get away with

he has tied your ex to a chair and made him watch as he gave you orgasm after orgasm

I mean, he murdered him afterwards, so-

“was there any need?”

“yes.”

in his mind, you’re already together forever

he lets you be in possession of one of his daggers, just in case his family give you any problems

“you know I won’t need to use it-”

“just humour me, keep it safe.”

it’s never boring

y’all he’s in love 😻

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hyperactivewhore · 4 months

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hi I love your blog we have very much the same opinions in everything except klamille is my favourite klaus ship and klaurora is second

I have been trying to enjoying klaus fics or any tvdu fics on wattpad but every thing I have read so far doenst show the characters accurately which is very annoying

I was hoping and want to request if you could give me some recommendations on fics on wattpad that are good. (Mainly klaus but any love interest would be good)

could you please give a short summary/review so far of any recommendation you give so I don’t waste time starting one only to not like ir

sorry if I am sounding rude English is not my first language but I can read it fully thank I you very much

Don't worry, you're not sounding rude at all, if anything you actually sound really sweet. I'm glad we share some opinions and I'm really honored you came to me for some suggestions.

I haven't read long fanfictions in a while outside works in ao3, I left Wattpad a few time ago but I'll still try my best, tho I'm not very good at giving summaries. Fair warning these are mainly fanfics I've read in Archive of Our Own, not Wattpad, but I hope it's not a problem. If it annoys you, send me an ask and I'll give you some Wattpad recommendations!

Patisserie (ao3, poly Mikaelson siblings x original female character, no incest) by @wickedlyemma:

Stats: (published: 2020-12-29), (completed: 2023-03-12), (words: 154,943), (chapters: 45/45), (comments: 4,385), (kudos: 8,469), (bookmarks: 1,799), (hits: 279,967)

Tags: Polyamory, Sugar Daddy, Self-Indulgent, Explicit Sexual Content, No Incest, Slow Burn, Not Canon Compliant

Summary:

I think we've all read those kind of tvdu fanfics where the main character is a teenager, usually related to the Gilbert or the Forbes, still in high school and who suddenly stops trying to make a life for herself just because she gets dragged into the supernatural world. Well, Patisserie is the opposite of that. For once, the main character isn't a teen but an adult around her twenties, who works at a bakery and is completely unaware of the supernatural world until Klaus decides to change that.

The slow burn is is truly worthy of a chef's kiss, the way the author describes and writes the Mikaelson is just so on point it hurts. Their family dynamic is so entertaining to watch, but it's as fucked up as it is in the show, which it's something not many authors can accomplish. The way they behave around the main character, a simple human, it's so amusing because they truly know nothing despite their age and she's just so easy to relate to, because for once the oc is not ridiculously overpowered.

The way we perceive the Mikaelson and the vampire world from a human pov is truly interesting, how she copes with all of it and eventually learns to love all of them individually while being aware of the danger is so well done. Kol and her, as well as her relationship with Klaus, are particularly interesting to read, especially considering how they all behaved around her at the beginning and especially because both of them are the most dangerous members of their family. They are all selfish creatures, and I love how it shows the more their relationships with her develop.

Apotheosis (ao3, Klaus x original female character) by atriums;

Stats: (published: 2022-01-01), (completed: 2022-12-13), (words: 158,264), (chapters: 31/31), (comments: 606), (kudos: 1,817), (bookmarks: 491), (hits: 69,472)

Tags: POV Alternating, Minor Original Character(s), Minor Character Death, Canonical Character Death, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Sex, Sexual Content, Devoted Reader, Author Rejects Canon and Substitutes It with Their Own, Cannibalistic Werewolf Cults, Nobody Is Good But Also Nobody Is Evil, These Characters are Flawed and Problematic (Probably), This Fic is Not a Bastion for Healthy Characters and Relationships, Reader/OC Especially, Reader/OC can be any ethnicity

Summary;

You know those fanfics who fix (almost) everything problematic in canon? Apotheosis does exactly that. In this story, Klaus isn't a complete irredeemable character for once, but he also isn't half as bad as his canon version, and due to the oc being a werewolf, this fanfic does expand on his werewolf side a little more than The Vampire Diaries or The Originals ever did. His family and him actually have a healthy bond, and Finn gets the recognition he deserves for once.

The story is set in season three of TVD, exactly when Klaus and Stefan are trying to make hybrids for his pack, and in a ironic plot twist, Klaus decides to take you with him when you're still a werewolf after you say you're not worthy to be a hybrid, at least not yet.

Her devotion to him is completely endearing and I absolutely love how Klaus actually cares for his pack, especially because they're all canonical characters who were killed way too quickly. Her relationships with the members of their pack are so well written, and this fanfic it's the perfect mix of humour and seriousness. It has a ongoing sequel, which I just adore. I warn you though, all the characters have several differences from their canon versions.

Twisted Obsession (fanfiction.net, Klaus x original female character) by rocket-queen98;

Stats: Originals, M, English, Romance & Angst, chapters: 16, words: 59k+, favs: 1k+, follows: 1k+, updated: May 6, 2023 published: Aug 13, 2016, [Klaus M., OC] Elijah M., Hope M.

Summary;

Lola is one of the most adorable mc I've read. She is human and around nineteen, if I remember correctly, and just a sweet girl and adorable. She's introduced into the supernatural world thanks to baby Hope, who is just the cutest, due to her needing a mother figure now that Hayley wasn't present in her life thanks to the curse placed on her.

Her relationship with Hope is my favorite part of the whole fanfic. She doesn't suddenly turn into her mother, she doesn't intend to either, but rather becomes her best friend and Klaus and her develop a bond thanks to this. The way father and daughter interact is so heartwarming too, the subtle hints of them being werewolves, and seeing a main character having a good relationship with her father for once is a good turn, especially in tvd fanfics.

It's clear Klaus and Lola have something going on, even if they won't admit out loud, but for some reason the people around them give the impression they don't actually want them to date. There is implications something more fucked up than usual is going on with Klaus and his relationships, and I'm pretty sure him and Cami were a thing in this fic too. Surprisingly, Hayley and Cami aren't turned into absolute bitches, but there is Jackson bashing though.

The Girl in the Forest (fanfiction.net, Klaus x original female character) by noblecrescent;

Stats: Originals, T, English, Mystery & Romance, chapters: 30, words: 311k+, favs: 232, follows: 176, updated: Feb 19, 2017 published: Jan 23, 2016, [Klaus M., OC] [Elijah M., Camille O'Connell]

Summary;

This fanfic is a tetralogy of books set in The Originals, I read those fanfics a while ago so forgive me for any mistake. Maleny is a witch who was cursed, if I remember correctly, and was constantly body-jumping every short time.

In one of her lives, she met Klaus and they fell in love, but she died, if I'm not wrong, and they end up meeting again in New Orleans time later where he has a child on the way and a kingdom to conquer.

I can't remember a lot more without giving you spoilers, but it's worth checking it out!

Now, I'll give no more summaries because I honestly don't remember a lot of the next fanfics, but it's your choice if you want to read them;

A Veil Between Love and Hate (fanfiction.net, Klaus x original female character) by MandalorianHybrid;

Stats: Originals, T, English, chapters: 57, words: 200k+, favs: 609, follows: 359, updated: Sep 15, 2019 published: Jan 30, 2014, [Klaus M., OC]

Summary; Another five books set in The Vampire Diaries, with a story that eventually moves to The Originals.

Allure (wattpad, Klaus x oc x Stefan) by @viavolterra;

Stats: 575k Readings, 20,5k Votes, 34 Chapters

Summary;

I just could not not recommend this fanfic. Mia comes to Mystic Falls to seek revenge after Damon kills her best friend Lexi, but she of course gets dragged by the problems in that little town.

The thing I like the most about Via's story is how there is no cliché: no bashing towards Tyler or Elena, Mia actually befriends them, Bonnie gets the recognition and love she deserves, Klaus doesn't suddenly turn into a different person just because he loves the oc, he continues to be a piece of shit, and how sweet and empathetic she is, not like those reused badass mc who are just rude.

I would recommend some more, but it's kinda hard to find fanfics with a good Klaus depiction. I'm pretty sure I left out a lot of amazing fanfics, though.

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klausysworld · 1 year

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Can we get a Klaus and plus size reader smut please? Rarely find any here and I love your writing so wanna read more of it 💛

Perfect

my body was something that sometimes i loved and sometimes i hated. My thighs were thick and lined in pink stretch marks along the sides of my hips, my stomach wasn’t flat like the other girls but full and squishy, my arms seen as ‘flabby’ and my face round.

Sometimes i looked at myself and confidence surged through me, i wore well fitted clothes and strutted around the compound.

Other days i wore clothes far too large and spent far too much time in the gym.

Or i would stuff myself silly as i attempted to fill an empty void, i would feel awful after but i just couldn’t help myself.

My self image hadn’t been an issue for me recently, having Niklaus Mikaelson as a best friend certainly helped.

Of course i ended up having feelings for him but i mean who wouldn’t? Often i would catch him stealing a glance at me or blush when i complimented his artwork and the hope of him holding romantic feelings for me would rise but then there were days that doubt would swarm inside me. Somebody would comment on my shape or my weight and all i could think is ‘there is no way someone like him could ever love someone like me’

Today had not been a particularly great day. I was currently sat on the floor of the Mikaelsons personal gym within the compound wearing a shirt 3 sizes too big and leggings that clung to my legs making my eyes desperately avoid looking at them. I had been down here hours, i finished doing any exercises at least 40 minutes ago but i couldn’t find it within me to get up.

Tears trickled down my cheeks and my hands pinched my sides.

Footsteps got progressively closer and i shuffled back further against the wall

“love? are you in here?”

fuck. fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

‘what is he gonna think when he sees the pathetic state i’m in!?’

i had no time to think further as his eyes locked my my glossy ones

he was at my sides in an instant, his arms pulled me to his chest gently as he rested upon his knees, his hand tucked my face into his neck as his other rubbed my back

“you, my love, should never feel the need to cry alone on a dusty floor. let’s get upstairs okay? we can go to the art room and ill paint while you play the piano hm?” i let out a chocked cry and shook my head holding onto his shirt as i breathed his scent.

his hands moved to support my back and under my thighs, he was going to pick me up. i panicked then and lurched forward to escape his hold

“easy love just let me carry you up”

tears were fully streaming at this point

“im too heavy” i all but whimpered

his face softened further and my body was lifted off the ground, i was held securely as he took me back up the stairs towards his room.

“you forget, my love that i am both vampire and werewolf, i could carry anything. I assure you that you are as light as a feather, you are simply perfect.” i sniffed my tears back and nuzzled into him in comfort.

i was placed onto his bed and pushed up so i leaned against the headboard. He pressed his lips against my cheeks, my forehead, my nose, all over my face until at last a peck was left on my lips. His hands cupped my face and he leaned his head against mine

“perfect. Do you understand?”

i nodded meekly and he hummed

“say it” he whispered, now looking into my eyes

“i’m perfect” i mumbled

“yes, yes you are” he brushed his thumb over my bottom lip

“i’m going to show you just how perfect you are now okay?”

i swallowed audibly, my face flushing as i nodded in consent

his lips were on mine soon enough pressing softly against me and his fingers travelled underneath the baggy top and along my torso. His tongue swiped and pushed it’s way inside my mouth as he began exploring, his taste flooded my senses, i didn’t realise that i was left in my bra and leggings. He pulled away slowly and looked down at me, he ran his hands up my body and cupped my breasts through the fabric

“beautiful my love, just perfect.”

my lips twitched to a small smile seeing nothing but adoration in his darkened sapphire eyes. Klaus ran his tongue flat over the flesh above my nipple, bra now disregarded somewhere around the room and hands removing my leggings, panties and socks.

His mouth moved south, he sucked lightly along my stretch marks before licking across my thighs

“you, sweetheart are going to ride my face” he told me and he used his vamp speed to have himself beneath me as i sat on his chest. A squeal left me and i quickly lifted myself off of him trying to crawl off but his hands gripped at my hips guiding me forwards

“klaus… i’m serious..i’m too heavy…”

he leaned himself up and kissed my center harshly, my arms faltering as i unconsciously dropped myself lower… almost sat on his face

“sit y/n. do not hover, i do not care how heavy you think you may be, i want my head between your thighs and that’s what i’ll get, sit.” i cautiously did as i was told, the feeling of my clit being enveloped my warmth and rolled against his tongue made me wonder why i argued.

Niklaus lapped at my wetness and gently moved my hips back and forward against him. He moaned lowly sending vibrations up through me, my head fell forward and my hands grabbed the headboard for support. Whines and whimpers fell out my mouth, my hips ground against him whilst his hands squeezed my ass tenderly.

“klaus! oh god..”

his tongue pushed inside my entrance while his nose continued to brush my clit

Heat coursed through me, an individual heartbeat was felt between my legs and i began moaning out his name continuously

“im…im..mm klaus i-“ my own sounds cut me off as i came around his tongue holding onto the headboard as i rocked into his face.

Another minute passed of him licking my thighs clean before he lifted me up and rolled me onto my back, his lips found mine again as we both panted

“you have no idea just how wonderful you taste, utterly divine” he spoke softly but firmly, his hands getting my lags to wrap his now naked waste… when he undressed i do not know but looking up at him now i would never complain about anything. If heaven were on earth, he was it.

“i love you klaus” i whispered grabbing ahold of his left hand and looking hopefully at his eyes to find his reaction.

His face was blank as he searched my face, he must have noticed it drop and the regret seep in as i dropped my legs down and began moving to sit up.

His right hand pressed against my chest pushing me flat on the bed, his left squeezed mine and he caught my eye locking our gaze

“i love you too y/n…i’m sorry it took so long to say it. I love you y/n y/l/n”

tears welled in my eyes and a happy sob chocked through my throat, he brushed my cheek and peppered my face in pecks again before our foreheads were pressed together again

“put your legs back up for me” he spoke quietly as he looked down to position himself at my core. my legs were pulling him down and his right hand guiding himself inside me. We both gasped at the sensation as he slowly filled me to the brim before pulling all the way out and thrusting back inside drawing intense moans from my throat. Both his hands entwined with his as he stretched our arms up and over my head

“i love seeing how your body moves with mine, so bloody perfect aren’t you” he mutterers while kissing by my collar bone and sucking lightly.

Klaus’s hips began to gain speed, he started hitting deeper and harsher, guttural groans and moans vibrated into my skin, our hands squeezed each others and my walls began tightening.

i cried out his name, in response he started moving at a supernatural pace, places i was unaware of felt as though they were on fire and my hips bucked up at him

‘i love yous’ were echoed off the walls and soft kisses were shared

One hand left mine and placed itself against my overly sensitive clit, the fast movement of him inside me and the pressure against my ball of nerves became overwhelming, the tension beginning to snap

“that’s it my love, squeeze me nice and tight”

i let myself relax, the powerful rush spreading all throughout my body as hot spurts somehow filled me even more

My legs gave up and fell to the sheets, Klaus’s hands rubbed up and down my body as he removed himself from inside me and leaned back down to clean my thighs and center, a small whimper escaped me at the overstimulated feeling

His hands pushed him up and he crawled up the bed, a blanket was dragged over us as he pulled me to him, our arms wrapped around each other with nothing but love between us

“i am going to love you forever y/n, i will never, ever allow you to deem yourself anything less than perfect, perfect weight, perfect body, perfect face, perfect voice, everything you do is unmatched to anyone and everyone in this and any other universe there may be. I promise to show you just how much i love you and to cherish every moment we spend together”

that night we remained together, knowing i would wake up in Niklaus Mikaelsons arms, in the man i love arms was more than enough for me to look at my body the next day and smile. We are all beautiful and perfect in all ways.

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casparscunttt16 · 2 years

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Elijah Mikaelson | TVD/TO | Headcanons!

Warnings: None? Pretty fluffy for the most part.

(Gift not mine)

* He treats you with nothing but respect

* He’s a gentleman

* He takes you out on dates to expensive restaurants all throughout New Orleans.

* He gets you dresses & heels that match or coordinate with his suits, he thinks it’s cute.

* You and Rebekah are best friends. You two were friends before you and Elijah got together, you and her have been friends for centuries.

* You and Elijah met at a party for Rebekah’s birthday, he saw you and asked to dance. You gladly accepted it and since then you two have been in love.

* You and Klaus were also friends before you and Elijah got together, you met Rebekah through Klaus. You taught Klaus how to paint and It’s rumored that he had feelings for you.

* Elijah’s intellect is really attractive to you.

* As sweet as he is and as much of a gentleman Elijah is he likes to slut you out. He likes seeing you beg for him to touch you, and how pathetic you become for him, he likes the way you shudder at his touch and how needy you are.

* He loves when you spontaneously get on top, he thinks it’s sexy when you take control and ride him.

* He’s not super vanilla, he’s experienced and into things that would be expected. He’s into bondage, role play, biting, marking, s&m, orgasm decline, and cream pie.

* Depending on the mood the both of you are in he’s super sweet and gentle and vanilla or rough and aggressive.

* He prefers the romantic aspect of your relationship over the sexual part of it, he has no problem having sex with you but that’s not all that he wants/ cares about.

* His love language is definitely gift giving and acts of service, he loves doing things for his partner & getting them gifts

* He goes all out for Valentine’s Day to make it memorable and romantic for you, he doesn’t expect anything back (gifts or sex) but he does appreciate that you get him stuff too.

* If he hears someone bad mouthing you he’ll more than likely kill them, he hates when people talk bad about you. All hell is going to break loose if someone even looks at you in the wrong way.

* He watches you when you go out because he wants to keep you safe, but it’s mainly because he’s nosy.

* Elijah is super interested in your personal life but tries not to make it obvious, so naturally you tell him all of the drama in your friend group.

* You and him watch bad girls club at least twice a week and he’s living for the drama. He thrives on it if anything, he likes the show more than you do.

* Convincing him to do skincare with you, and he loves being pampered/ pampering himself. He feels so pretty and clean, and he loves skincare.

* He asks Freya to help him track you when you’re out and she declines because she respects your privacy.

* Teaching him about how important self care is. He loves learning things from you.

* Elijah is an even better man because of you. You’ve helped him in so many ways without even knowing it.

* His siblings love and respect you. You’ve built a bond with them and you’re good friends with them all! He appreciates your effort to get to know them etc he loves it.

* He purposes to you, on your anniversary. He takes you out to dinner and gets you a nice outfit, and then he gets down on one knee and asks the big question. You obviously say yes.

* You get pregnant and he’s at first shocked but he’s happy and excited to be a father!

* He supports you throughout the whole pregnancy, and thinks you look so sexy pregnant.

* You guys are happily married with a baby, and life just keeps getting better and better for you. He’s the sweetest and he’s so happy to be starting a family with you.

* Rebekah and Freya are constantly buying stuff for the baby and think the baby is so ducking adorable and have no problem babysitting.

* Klaus won’t admit it but he loves the baby so much and often babysits, he’s also painted portraits of the baby give them to Elijah and you.

* Klaus has bought the baby lots of clothes and gives the baby a cute nickname.

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amournoir · 1 year

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𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡

pairing(s): elijah x reader

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warning(s): smut. vulgar language?

author’s note: psa, this is my first smut-ish piece, don’t judge too harshly, please? i honestly hope it’s ok or at least decent. also, thanks so much for all the recent reblogs & hello to all the new followers! anywho, lmk what you think of this & happy reading! ♡

In over a thousand years, he never thought this would happen to him. Not only had he met the woman of his dreams but he had wed her as well. How could he not? He’d be an absolute fool to let her go.

You and Elijah had been married for five years now and on top of that, you were now parents. No one doubted that the impeccably dressed noble original would be a wonderful father one day.

Throughout your pregnancy, you still looked absolutely stunning. Everything you complained and picked on, only made your husband love you even more. You would always be perfect in his eyes.

As your due date rolled closer, your mood shifted as expected. You were more impatient, easily irritated, and let’s not get started on the unending hunger urges. Even with all this, you still remained beautiful to him and he handled all of it with ease. The one thing that Elijah was not prepared for was your other hunger. Horny was too weak of a word to describe it.

He experienced firsthand that you matched his energy during sex. Normally you’d tire and it would end after three or four rounds but not this time. Oh no. You could easily go all night with him and you did. It was only when your pregnancy was further along that you wouldn’t be up at all hours of the night out of fear of hurting your child.

This made sense to the logical mind but not to you. If anything, you were even more insatiable in your later months. It was Elijah that had to stop on behalf of both of you otherwise he’d have caved each time.

The weeks leading up to the birth became so unbearable, Freya had to give you daily doses of her witchy concoctions. The doses became hourly when the child was mere hours away.

You gave birth with Freya and Rebekah helping you. Elijah was in the room as well, he wanted to cut the cord. For some reason, known only to him, it made him feel like he was truly a father now. In minutes he’d hold his son.

Days after giving birth, you spent it recovering so Elijah took over everything else. He was ready for it, he had prepared since he found out you were pregnant and during it all. You guys were finally parents and both of you loved every single exhausting moment of it.

You could always see your husband as a father but the image of him changing diapers and doing bath time was not what you pictured. Seeing it now so clearly made you love it even more. If you could magically birth more children, you would, just so that you could see this side of him.

Your hunger had gone away and a very large part of you actually missed it. You only wished you could feel that way when you weren’t with child. Oh the amount of fun you two would have. The things you’d do and furniture you’d wreck. Just the thought turned you on.

The newest and tiniest Mikaelson favored his father wholly. It was as though you weren’t the one that carried and birthed him.

Days turned into weeks then months. Your son had grown and gone through each stage of childhood. From crawling to standing to walking.

Little gates had started popping up all over the compound and all doors now had plastic circle covers. His siblings, brothers especially, had tripped over the gates more than once. Niklaus had often complained over his inability to open his bedroom door.

“How the bloody hell am I supposed to get in now Elijah?!” Niklaus one day yelled.

“I always knew you were a child brother but I had thought you could outsmart one. How is it that a thousand year old hybrid can’t manage a door?” Elijah said, doing his best to hide his smirk.

“Yes Nik, it’s meant to keep children out. Not too surprised it works on you.” Kol chided, grinning from ear to ear.

Rebekah heard her brothers from the end of the hallway so she walked over to see. She smiled to herself, watching her brother struggle with the door handle. Feeling pity, or petty, she strode over to him, expertly twisting the knob and opening the door.

“There there, it’s alright, one day you’ll be a big boy and can do it all by yourself.” Rebekah spoke to her brother in the way one speaks to a child.

“Hmph.” Niklaus huffed as he walked inside and slammed the door behind him.

Months had passed and now your son was 10 months old. The family had just celebrated that a couple of days ago. You insisted on celebrating every month that your child grew and everyone was more than happy to indulge you.

One day, you had a bit of a scare. The month before you had missed your period and now this month, it was late. You knew what it could mean but was silently hoping it didn’t. Digging through the bathroom cabinets, you found the stick. Without any thought at all, you tested and waited. To your dismay or relief, it wasn’t what you thought it’d be.

Elijah had noticed that days prior you seemed different. You seemed worried but you didn’t mention it to him and he knew not to ask. At least not yet. Maybe what you needed was time and when you were ready, you’d speak to him. With that in mind, he didn’t question you but kept a close eye instead.

“Eli? Are you busy?” You walked into his study that evening.

“Never for you.” Elijah smiled.

You didn’t know how to begin. Do I just blurt it out loud? You thought to yourself.

He noticed your nervousness and instantly he was on his feet. Crossing the room to where you stood, he held your hand and remained quiet. Did something happen? Is she alright? He thought to himself. Whatever it was, they would deal with it, he was sure of it.

“I’m not pregnant.” You blurted before your mind had time to stop your lips from moving.

His brows knitted. He didn’t know you were pregnant or thinking of it. “Alright. Where is this coming from?”

“I missed last month and I’m late this month so I thought to test it.” The words kept leaving your mouth faster than you preferred them to.

“Are you okay with the result?” He was trying to gauge your thoughts. He didn’t want to say something to offend you.

“Yeah. I think so.” You answered, not looking too sure of yourself.

“It would be alright if you were. I’d love nothing more than for our family to grow.” Elijah reassured you, softly running his hands up and down your arms.

“I’d love to have more kids but not yet, our son is still too young and we’ve just recently gotten the hang of parenthood.” You tried explaining to him.

You were glad to hear that he wouldn’t be upset if you would have been pregnant so soon. You had been worried for nothing, of course he would understand. You wrapped your arms around your husband, resting your head on his shoulder. He returned the affection, rubbing your back in small circles.

It had been time. You had spontaneously decided that today you would tackle the mess in your closet. You were going to put away your old clothes, including your maternity wear.

Hours into it, you couldn’t help but feel nostalgic. You had spent so much time upstairs that your husband came to check up on you. You took your time folding each article of clothing as memories from the past flashed through your mind.

Elijah now stood by the bedroom door, watching you put the clothes away. You had given up on sitting on the floor and was now on the bed with boxes of clothing next to the foot of it. You lifted one dress, a pale blue with white anchors on it and ruffles on the sleeves and bottom of the dress. He gifted you this when you first started to show, in your second trimester, around the fourth month.

He couldn’t help but miss how you looked. You were round and full. You still hadn’t noticed him yet but you felt a presence around you, upon looking up you saw him. He was leaning on the wooden door frame — arms crossed over his chest, making his biceps bulge in the white dress shirt — as he smiled at you. You returned the gesture then lifted the dress up that was in your hands.

“Is it alright if I said I miss this?” You asked him, furrowing your brows.

“What would that be exactly?” He strolled in, strategically crossing through the maze of boxes on the floor. He made his way to where you were seated and stood in front of you. His fingers gently traced the dress, stopping at certain spots.

“Pregnancy. I miss how it felt.” You sucked in your lips, turning them to one side.

“Darling I’m more than willing to change that. I must admit, I rather enjoyed how full you looked.” He emphasized on the word ‘full’.

It didn’t escape you the tonality behind his voice. You knew damn well where this was going and had absolutely no intention of stopping it.

“Oh really? What else did you enjoy?” Suddenly you let the dress slip from your fingers, letting it drop on the edge of the bed, already forgetting it. Your attention was now on him.

“I would love to tell you but it seems we have a young gentleman in our midst.” Elijah tilted his head towards the other room where your toddler was standing at the door.

Your son had woken up from his nap and now stood watching you both with a blanket in hand and thumb in his mouth. You blushed and quickly cleared your throat. My goodness, I was about to say something filthy in front of my child. You thought to yourself as Elijah walked over to his son.

When he was close enough, he lowered himself down to his level and opened his arms. The little boy lazily waddled to his father as his small chubby feet padded on the carpeted wooden floors. Elijah, patient as ever, waited for his son to reach him and watched with a wide smile.

“Daddy.” Alexander grinned widely, sleep still evident on his handsome face.

“Well if it isn’t my little prince.” Elijah hugged his son tightly — one hand wrapped around his back and the other cradled Alex’s head closely to his own — and pressed a kiss on his cheek. He stood up with him, lowering his hand from Alex’s back in order to carry him comfortably in his arm. The little boy’s blanket was hanging on the side.

Over his father’s shoulders, little Alex noticed you behind and instinctively extended his thumb sucking hand towards you. You smiled and obliged your son, getting off the bed as you made your way to them. You placed a gentle kiss on the back of his hand, making faces at him that made him giggle.

That sound was what made Elijah feel alive. The laughter from his wife and son was easily his most treasured thing. Elijah shifted Alex so that he was holding him on his left side, leaving his other open. You walked from behind him and snuggled into the empty space to his right whilst your left arm wrapped around his waist. He was comfortably sandwiched between you and baby Alex.

“Hi sweetheart. Did you have a good nap?” You asked, wiping the sleep crusts from Alex’s eyes.

He nodded. He was old enough to understand words but hadn’t begun responding. Although he was able to say a few words here and there. His uncles and aunts had started fighting over what words he should learn from the moment he uttered his parents’ names.

Kol thought he should know his name next since it was easiest. Freya figured she was the oldest and hence had to know hers.

Rebekah pointed out that she easily would be the best caretaker so she should spend more time with Alex so he can learn hers. Niklaus argued that he was the best and favorite so why not his name.

The siblings started to argue anew. Who knew that the big bad Mikaelson family would fight over a toddler?

“Will he sleep at night? He took a nap awfully late.” Elijah asked you.

“Klaus would’ve argued against waking him.” You smiled at the thought.

Earlier that day, they had been watching Alex’s favorite show and Niklaus didn’t have the heart to wake his nephew so he let him sleep. He figured he’d sleep better in his bed.

“I do like that they get along.” Elijah smiled at the thought. He loved how involved his siblings were. They would drop everything for Alex, even if they weren’t asked to.

“Well why wouldn’t they? Our boy is absolutely lovely.” You leaned forward and stepped on your tiptoes to kiss your son’s forehead. “Besides, Nik is much gentler and sweeter than he’d like to admit.”

It was true. Alexander Beau Mikaelson had stolen everyone’s heart. Handsome like his father — as his namesake — and kind-hearted like his mother. Playful like Uncle Kol, sweet as Auntie Bex, artistic as Uncle Nik, and determined like his Auntie Rey.

Judging from the orange and yellow hues, the sun had begun to set. Normally it would be time for Alex’s bedtime routine to begin but he had just woken up. Instead you figured you might as well get started on his meal as Elijah gave him a bath.

He was still far too young to eat any full meals but often you’d mash his food for him. You would put it on a plate and let him pick it up himself. Most times he finished all of it, other times he picked around. His favorite meal were fruits, all sorts.

Alex hadn’t been exposed to sugary treats yet but one morning Niklaus snuck a beignet away to give to his nephew. From that day onwards, the little boy was obsessed. It became the only thing he wanted every single moment but you restricted that to one a day.

“Oh come on! Let the boy have some. How can he possibly live in New Orleans but hasn’t tasted beignets?!” Niklaus exclaimed when he was caught by Elijah.

“Niklaus, you bought a dozen of them.” Elijah pointed out.

“Well honestly he ate the majority of it.” Niklaus smirked. As if his older brother would believe his toddler ate anything more than 2.

“Of course he did. Next you’ll tell me he bribed the pastry store and threatened to receive ‘free beignets for life or else’?” Elijah quoted the words of one of the staff.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Was all Niklaus said as he walked away with a knowing smile.

You detach yourself from Elijah’s side and head into the bedroom Alex had come from. There you searched through one of the many drawers for nighttime clothes. It was autumn and it was getting chilly outside.

You needed something warm for him to wear but all his clothes were getting smaller. It saddened you that he was getting older. Soon he’d need a brand new wardrobe which meant he wouldn’t be a child anymore. If there was a way to freeze this moment, you would.

You absentmindedly sifted through drawer after drawer, nothing appealed to you. From the corner of your eye, you noticed a baby blue footie pajama with white clouds and tiny bears sitting on them. The clothing also had a hood with bear-like ears, your heart practically squeezed at the sight.

Lifting the outfit, you were finally content with, you started placing all of the things on the bed. The footie pajama, a little beanie, socks, diapers, lotion, and a tan binky with a white marbled clip. You thought it was a bit excessive to have an extra hat and socks even though the pajama had it but he was a tiny tot. Children often had a different temperature than adults, if it was cold to you, it’d be freezing to him.

Once you were happy with your findings, you arranged them for Elijah– smiling at your work. You then left the room and headed to the kitchen. Dinner had already been made hours ago, all that was needed was to plate his food. The cupboard next to the cooker was filled with utensils and dinnerware only for him. It was there where you found a plate, cup and a spoon.

Before plating the meal, you located his high chair and pulled it to the side of the dining table. You returned to the kitchen and scooped one spoonful of rice, a ladleful of the chicken stew, and a handful of strawberries that you cut into slices and removed the stems prior to putting all of it on his sectioned plate.

By the time you had put his plate on the high chair — making sure it was suctioned on the surface along with the cup — you could hear the footsteps. Right on time you see Elijah walking in with a very cozy looking baby in his arms. You reach for your own plates on the island counter and return with them, putting one in front of your husband and the other in front of your seat.

“It smells absolutely divine in here.” He comments as he buckles his son in his seat before taking his own.

You were back in the kitchen looking for Alex’s sippy cup. Once you found it, you filled it with the juice then headed back to the dining room. Taking a seat and placing his cup on his chair, you turned to your husband, “I made his favorite. I wanted to make something else but I knew it’d be a fight to get him to eat it.”

Elijah reached for the wine in the clear bowl filled with ice and expertly opened it, pouring a glass for the both of you. His siblings were all busy for the evening, each one had plans with their significant others as well. Tonight was only for you, Elijah, and Alex.

As he handed you your glass, his hand lingered on top of yours, giving you a gentle squeeze. “Thank you darling.”

You smiled at the small gesture and soon all three of you began eating. Baby Alex ate his fruits more than his main meal which found a home on the floor, his chin, and the high chair tray. He had eaten some of it but it was obvious he had no desire to finish the rest. You knew immediately how this would end, either you took the tray away or it’d turn into a food fight soon.

Elijah decided to clear the table whilst you cleaned up your son. This is what parenthood was all about, teamwork. Everything you two did was in tandem. It was exhausting and quickly got repetitive but just one look at that little boy made it all worth it. Seeing him fed, cleaned, happy, safe, and so on is what motivated you both.

Tonight felt different to you, you didn’t know why but it just was. Your husband had finished cleaning the kitchen and dining room in record time, per usual, and so had you. Alex was now in the living room with you — sat between your legs — playing with his toys. Each time you thought he was distracted and tried to change the channel, he’d instantly look up and whine at the lack of cartoons. You, as the caring and loving mother that you were, obliged and returned it back to the animations.

“Sweetheart you’re playing with your toys, can’t I use the tv?” You asked as you looked down at him.

“Toons?” Was all he asked in return. He knew what you were asking him but he had a question of his own.

“I put it for you already.” You pointed up at the screen. “See?”

He turned around and faced you fully, leaning his head on your stomach. He gestured with his fingers ‘thank you’ in sign language. You had been teaching him that since he couldn’t speak in full sentences yet.

You tapped your chin once with your hand then extended it out in front of you as a way of saying ‘you’re welcome’. Baby Alex had been a fast learner and although you fully enjoyed his willingness to learn, you preferred it if he would talk instead. You and Elijah had started weaning him off slowly by speaking to him like a person and including him in things which gave him opportunities to speak or even ask.

Elijah walked in the room and smiled at the sight of both of you. Alex was still seated between your legs, his head laid on your abdomen as he watched his toons. Your husband made himself comfortable on the floor next to you. He gently pulled you closer and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, kissing your forehead softly. His fingers found their way to your dark brown tresses and combed through leisurely.

You have no idea how long you had been sitting down there but by the slowly rising chest of your son and his soft breaths, you knew he had fallen asleep. Elijah looked at you silently and shook his head. In mere seconds, Alex was in his father’s arms and they were now standing.

“Goodnight my sweet boy.” You too were also on your feet, placing a kiss on his cheek as you whispered, “I love you.”

Elijah carefully walked in front of you as he made his way up the stairs and navigated through the house to Alex’s room. You had followed behind but made a right turn and entered your shared bedroom. With a sigh, you strolled to your closet in search of nightwear. Soon enough you were in the massive bathroom with your clothes and fresh towel in hand.

You didn’t hear your husband enter the bedroom or call for you, the running water of the shower drowned him out. It wasn’t until you were about to undress that you saw him at the bathroom door, watching you.

“Please, go on. I’d hate to stop you.” He said in a very innocent way but the look in his eye was anything but.

“You’re watching?”

“My dear it’s nothing I haven’t already seen.” He answered right as you slowly began unbuttoning your shirt until your black lace bra was visible.

You had no problem with him watching you but you weren’t used to him doing nothing. He’d normally talk or tease you, at times he’d join in the stripping but this made you feel shy all of a sudden. He stood at the door completely silent as he unashamedly undressed you with his eyes. If he wanted a show, that’s exactly what he’d get. Something about that look in his eyes gave you newfound confidence.

You decided to maintain eye contact as you undid the button on your jeans then tugged the zipper down. It was completely unnecessary but you were going to draw this out as long as possible. Shifting from one hip to the next, the pair of pants slowly lowered and once they reached your knees, you thought of kicking them off but that didn’t seem sexy. So instead you opted to bend down — showing off that beautiful arch of your back — and pulled each pant leg out one at a time.

You raised yourself up slowly and peeked over at your husband. His eyes were glued to your movements, they followed you around hungrily but quietly. To be sure that you had his full attention, your fingers lightly grazed over your underwear and instantly his eyes flickered there. Good. You had him where you wanted him. Reaching back, your fingers knew their job and unclasped your bra with no issue. You didn’t bother to make this attractive, instead you just let the piece of lingerie drop on the white tilted bathroom floor. Your fingers were just as quick to remove the underwear before your husband could because you knew it’d end up torn instead.

So there you stood before him, fully naked. Your body was not that of a model’s, not even close, but you loved it either way. Your boobs were large enough to fit perfectly in his palms which he enjoyed far too much. They were not perky, no gravity made sure they hung but that’s quite alright, it didn’t bother you. On the other hand, you were fully blessed with your hourglass figure, medium sized hips but a huge ass — huge enough for both his hands. You had some fat on your sides and light stretch marks on your lower abdomen and thighs. You were absolutely glorious in his eyes, he’d never dare change a thing about your body.

He still hadn’t said a word or even made a move so you did the one thing you knew would arouse him. You cupped one breast in your hands and flicked the nipple, gently massaged it in circles then repeated the action. From the corner of your eye you saw the way his jaw twitched and throat rose and dropped as he swallowed. There was a bench behind you, you were aware of this and decided to go even further. You sat down, spread your legs apart and placed your left palm down for support. Using your right hand, you lifted that same breast to your lips but just before you could get any closer, he was instantly in front of you.

Of course he’d never allow you to actually touch yourself in his presence, not unless he gave you the permission to. His hand quickly replaced yours and you put your hand on the bench, looking up at him expectantly. He weighed the flesh in his palm by moving his hand up and down, gazing down at it. He looked over at you for confirmation and you nodded. Wasting no time, his lips wrapped themselves around the nipple and right on cue, you let out a soft sigh. He licked around the nipple, sucking slowly at first — hollowing his cheeks as he took in as much of your breast in his mouth as he could — then sped up. His other hand must’ve felt lonely because he reached for the other boob and massaged it.

His eyes were closed as he kept on sucking. His massaging had turned into pinching now which was equal parts painful and erotic. This was his happy place. He was utterly content being here between your boobs and would be forever. He pulled away with a pop then bit down on the bud which earned him a surprised moan from you. Thank goodness you were seated otherwise your feet would’ve abandoned you by now.

It wasn’t until he looked up that you took note of his face. This man was beyond ready to devour you whole. Your clit twitched just at the thought of it and he sensed that. His eyes dropped down to your lap, between your legs, and stayed fixated there. You wanted to let him have you but you also wanted to be the one in control. So you took one of his hands in your own and placed it right on your pussy — the immediate contact alone made you sigh in pleasure. He didn’t do a thing, he wanted to see what you’d do next.

Slowly you moved his hand up and down, palming yourself as you used him. You inched closer to the edge of the bench and gradually picked up the pace. He was intensely watching you get yourself off as your arousal filled the bathroom. You slowed down and lifted his hand off of you though you quickly plunged his middle finger inside your cunt. The intrusion made you moan and gasp out loud. In and out, in and out you controlled the action.

“How often have you thought of this?” Elijah’s voice suddenly broke through the silence.

“What?” It’s not that you didn’t hear him, you just weren’t paying attention.

“How often have you imagined fingering yourself with my hands?”

Fuck it was hot when he said it out loud. “Often.” You replied but judging from his look, you knew that wasn’t the answer he wanted.

“Okay fine, a lot. I imagine it a lot.”

This made him smirk. You could probably see the gears in his mind shifting. “Be a good dutiful wife and ride them.”

“Ride?”

“No time for shyness my dear. Ride all four fingers.”

Shit. That wasn’t what you expected he’d say but you’d be a terrible liar if you denied how much it turned you on. You had ridden him before but never his fingers. You preferred his face, so did he honestly.

“Ride. Now.”

This sounded less like a request or suggestion and more like a demand which made it hotter. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why am I still thinking about this? You thought to yourself.

From the look in your eye, he knew you had agreed and so he purposely pulled his middle finger out slowly out of you. You stood up and stepped away, he sat on the bench and patted his thigh. Using his right hand, he placed it on his leg with his fingers facing up then waited for you. It looked as if you were going to impale yourself on all four digits.

Right before you could lower yourself, he pulled his hand away and put it in front of your lips. “Open up.”

You did as told and his fingers intruded your mouth. You knew what was expected of you so you tried to suck them all without choking. Once his fingers were drenched in your saliva, he removed them and smiled. They were back on his lap and he was waiting again for you.

As you lowered yourself, you kept reminding yourself to breathe. You kept repeating that in your mind until his fingers slowly stretched you out. Completely unprepared, your body jumped upon contact but he was right there to hold you firmly but gently. You knew you had to move but he felt so full. His fingers were slippery and wet — not to mention thick and long — which made for a delicious combination.

You moved up slowly until they were almost out and then lowered your body back down and once again they filled you. This was slow but you gradually picked up speed until you were practically bouncing on them. Your hips rocked back and forth, grinding around in circles to get as much friction as possible. His other hand seemed too empty for your liking so you used it to play with your clit as you rode his other four.

Your head was tossed back and eyes were closed. Your boobs swayed left and right, at times up and down, as you moved. Sounds of flesh on flesh could be heard, the slick was dropped down from his fingers to his palms and down his hand. Elijah was thoroughly enjoying this sight of you. Every now and then, he’d curve his fingers which made you moan even more. You were close, he was aware of this from your breathing and panting. In a few minutes your body completely stilled as it shook out an orgasm.

“Good girl.” He praised as he parted your hair that was stuck to your face due to the sweat.

“Thank you Eli.”

“I hope you’re not tired darling. We’ve barely begun.”

“Good. I want more.”

“That’s my girl.” He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

He slowly pulled out his fingers and sucked them off one by one but purposefully skipped his middle one. Instead, he brought it closer to your mouth and you opened without prompting. In one slide, you sucked it off as you tasted yourself. You maintained eye contact with him as you sucked whilst inside your mouth, your tongue licked him.

He knew what you wanted next so he pulled his finger out and tapped your ass gently. You got off of his lap and into position — you sunk to your knees with your hands behind your back — as you looked up at him, waiting. Elijah had no desire to put on a strip show right now so he used his vampire speed to slide out of his clothing in seconds.

There he was in front and above you, fully naked. Your eyes didn’t know where to look but you knew where they’d end up anyways. You couldn’t help licking your lips as you faced his dick directly in front of you. It stood up alert, veins bulging around the entire length, as the precum dripped down. Without a thought, you leaned forward and licked it up. He groaned at the feeling of your wet, warm tongue on him.

You pulled back and looked up at him. “Fuck my face.”

“As you wish my dear.” You could hear the restrained happiness in his voice.

Shutting your eyes, you sat back on the back of your legs and waited with your mouth open. He took a moment to enjoy this sight of you before grasping himself in his hand then slid inside slowly. He hissed at the hotness of your mouth and when you immediately closed around him. Your tongue licked him but you opened once again. This time he didn’t slide all the way in, halfway in and he pulled out then went back in. He kept this up for a while, eventually speeding up but it was an inhumane one. The sides of your mouth hurt and your throat was starting to ache from the constant prodding his dick was doing.

Both of his hands were in your hair, holding you in place as he mercilessly fucked your mouth. Saliva was dripping down from your mouth to your chin and down the valley of your chest. This didn’t phase you at all, you took it all happily. When he looked down, all he saw were your sweet eyes staring back up at him and this made me fuck you harder. You looked so ridiculously innocent when he knew otherwise. He was trying to fuck that innocent look off of your face but instead it was what made him feral.

Elijah loosened his grip on your head and you decided to take initiative. You lifted your right hand and placed it on his dick, slowly moving your hand up and down. Your mouth pushed him out until the head remained and sucked harshly. Hollowing your cheeks, you spit on his dick a couple of times and licked it up. Your hand continued to jack his length off whilst your mouth teased his head.

This went on for a few minutes until you changed your actions. Your mouth widened and took all of him inside until he hit the back of your throat — the fullness made you instinctively gag — then placed both of your hands on his thighs for support. You bobbed your head back and forth, gagging until your eyes watered. You pulled all the way out then quickly pushed him back in, your nose was firmly pressed against his base.

“Love if you don’t stop, I’ll– fuck…I’ll cum.” He was close, you could hear it in his voice.

You mumbled but your mouth was full so all he felt were vibrations. This made him twitch and you stifled a giggle which caused another twitch. You pulled him out slowly and tapped his dick on your tongue, firmly jacking him off all the while.

“Please do it. Cum inside.”

Without warning, he was balls deep in your mouth once again and this time you intended on him staying there until you said otherwise. Your hand toyed with his balls, pinching and rolling them around in your fingers. You knew what would push him so you sat back on your legs once more and gazed up at him, your mouth full of him as he fucked and you deepthroated him.

“Such a good girl, taking all of me.” He praised you. “Would you like a reward my dear?”

You couldn’t speak so you nodded your head rapidly. You were craving to taste him far more than you thought you would.

“Will you swallow? I want it to coat your throat.”

You nodded profusely once again. He was teasing you, you just knew it. Coat my throat? Fuck yes. Yes please. You thought to yourself and silently begged for that salty, creamy goodness.

Elijah placed both hands on the sides of your face and went to town. His movements were unforgiving and ruthless, his speed was inhumane. He was determined to cum and fill your mouth if it were the last thing he’d do. You knew he was there when his movements became sloppy and soon after he emptied himself in your mouth. A loud deep groan erupted from his chest as he let go.

When he was satisfied and done, he pulled out and looked at your mouth. He was right, he’d surely coat your throat. You couldn’t even open your mouth to show him, you were filled to the brim so you swallowed as he watched. Tongue out, you proudly showed him your now empty mouth.

“My goodness you look stunning like that.” He sighed contentedly.

You slowly got off your knees and stood up with a grin on your face, “You are delicious my love.”

“My wife has a dirty mouth. What shall I ever do about that?” He mused with a slight smile.

“Put it to use.” You cheekily replied then stepped back from him. You turned around and stepped into the glass shower that had now fogged up. “Join me?”

He laughed then answered, “With absolute pleasure.”

The moment he walked in, you found your back pressed against the wet wall. Your hair had slowly started to stick to your face, neck, and any part of skin it could. With his outstretched hand, he ran his fingers slowly through the partially wet and dry strands, and without notice you felt your head being yanked backwards and downwards. Before you could react to the pain, his lips were quick to find the pleasure spot on the base of your neck.

There was a mixture of licking and sucking. You couldn’t tell if the wetness was his saliva or the water droplets. It didn’t matter anyways, your mind was just absentmindedly wondering. You were taken by the pleasurable kisses that you didn’t realize until it was late — you were bleeding. His fangs sunk into your carotid as he happily drank– one hand gripped your hair still and the other had been caressing your boob.

It was euphoric for him. He’d never tire of you in all the ways he had sampled you. There was no favorite for him, he’d devour you in all moral and immoral ways. No questions asked, no complaints. As he drank, he savored the metallic liquid that coursed through him, awakening every nerve in him.

An impulsive image interrupted his feeding– he suddenly remembered that he was a father. Less than a year ago, you were in this exact situation. It’s what led to the pregnancy. This train of thought alone was turning him feral. He could vividly see how he had fucked you raw for months on end — not that you ever complained — and one day you had come running to him with a smile as your hand waved the test stick around in the air.

Your soft moan brought him back from his memories and he retracted his fangs, the veins disappearing in an instant. Your husband stared down at you, his hands switched around to hold you better – his left one hooked under your right thigh and his right hand found its place on your throat. His dick was situated perfectly at your entrance, one slight hip thrust and he’d be inside.

“Do you think Alex would like a younger sibling?” He asked.

“I think he’d like someone to play with.” You agreed.

“Mm, I’d like you to play with me sweetheart.”

“Yeah? What game do you have in mind?”

“How about ‘fill her up’?” That smug smile on his face made your clit throb.

“How do we play?”

Your husband leaned his head down until his lips were next to the right side of your face, directly on your ear. “I’ll empty my cum inside you and fill you to the brim. You’ll be a good wife and take it.”

You didn’t even have to say anything, your body betrayed you immediately. Your arousal and the twitching of your thighs told him exactly what he wanted to know. You didn’t even respond — you nodded as you hiked your leg higher on his waist — just glanced up at him, a feigned look of innocence graced your face.

Elijah chuckled and thrusted inside immediately, not letting you have a moment to adjust. He pushed his hips in and out in a lazy manner as a sort of warmup. The contact made your head instinctively tilt back and your eyes shut. Your mouth made a small o shape, soft whimpers escaping here and there. His hand released your throat and lifted your other leg up, resting it on his waist. You were now straddling him — back against the tiled wall — so you placed your hands on his shoulders for support.

His large hands held onto your thighs firmly whilst his hips picked up speed. All that could be heard was the slapping sound that skin on skin was making when it would come in contact with each other. You decided to take a look down and saw his dick enter you then seconds later it’d come out. You moaned just at the sight which caught his attention, he had noticed you watching yourself being fucked. The ferocity in which he used to enter you was unexpected but the feeling it left you with was indescribable.

Elijah had started to tire of this slow pace, he wanted you destroyed but you were far from it. You could pinpoint the exact moment you saw his pupils dilate, it was around the same time that the shower room felt more intense. Suddenly, you found yourself on the warm, wet shower floor laying down on your back — both of your hands were pinned above your head by one of his. His hips thrusted into you so powerfully that it jolted your body.

It was hot. Fucking hot. He had been staring at it the entire time, it could explain his ruthless movements. Elijah was so deep inside you that his dick’s imprint could be seen from the outside. You were now watching the bulge on your abdomen as it filled you fully then retreated, in again and out. It was fucking hot. Your legs spread wider for him and tightly wrapped themselves around his hips. Breathing was a bit of a chore at this moment, every thrust made you feel like he’d tear you apart.

Your eyes had started to water and your mouth was salivating. Your back arched upwards towards him and he took the hint, his head lowered close enough to take a nipple in his mouth. You were meant to take it all — take the thrusts, the nipple sucks and bites, the choking — like a good girl. So good. Actually you’d be the best girl because you wanted to please him in every way.

“Eli…more please.” You weakly begged.

You knew if you wanted him to listen, you’d need to do more than that. He knew it too which is why he didn’t respond, he just stared at you. To motivate you, he bit down on your nipple but this only made you moan. He removed the hand on your throat and leisurely slid it down your body, hovering right above your clit. He stared at you expectantly.

“Put it there.”

His fingers grazed the protruding sensitive nub which earned him a sigh and gasp. “Where are your manners dear?”

“Please Eli. Please.”

A small smirk was his response to you. You felt it before you saw it– the slap on your clit that made your hips jolt. He did it again when he saw your reaction. Once again, you tried to move away from him. That smile was so deceiving, he was thoroughly enjoying this. This time he flicked the nub then rolled it between his thumb and pointer finger. You were so caught up in the action that you hadn’t prepared for him to palm you rapidly, making good use of that vampire speed. You didn’t even last a minute, you were moaning loudly as you came undone, a bit of pee even escaped you.

You may have orgasmed but he hadn’t and it was his turn. While he was getting you off, he had stilled his actions so now he wanted his fun. He pulled out of you and released your hands then flipped you over to your stomach. You laid there and waited to see what he’d do next. You couldn’t see anything unless you looked back so you had to rely on your other senses.

Tap. Tap tap. You didn’t need to look to know what that was, he was slapping your ass cheeks with his dick. He sandwiched himself between both cheeks, rubbing himself against them. He sighed and then slowly inserted it in your pussy. There was no restraint, he was already balls deep and had no intention of slowing down or stopping to give you a break. He was chasing his own high — your walls weren’t helping the situation, they grasped him firmly in place — and would get what he wanted no matter what.

His movements now had no definite rhythm, he slowed then sped so you knew he was close. You reached back to your ass and spread your cheeks apart for him slightly. There was nothing to say, only do. He pushed your back down and used his speed to mercilessly pound into you. Your moans were being drowned out by his own. He was getting closer. His fingers reached around you and found your clit, he toyed around with the nub and your folds.

His lips were next to your neck, nibbling on the flesh, then he whispered, “Will you cum for me again?”

You nodded your head rapidly, “Yes. Please make me.”

“Shall I coat your pretty pink walls white with my cum darling? Would you like that?”

“Fuck yes. Eli please.”

“Then empty me. Tighten those walls and squeeze every last drop.”

“I’ll be a good girl and do it for you.”

Several more thrusts plus a few more vulgarities and he erupted in tandem with you. Elijah let out a loud groan as he filled you up — as promised — to the brim with him cum. He stayed there for a few minutes then slowly pulled out. Some semen threatened to escape but he used his fingers to shove it back inside your cunt. The sight of you laid out on your stomach with your pussy full of his cum was giving him ideas. Feral ones that is.

“You did so well darling.” He praised as he lifted you up. He sat down on the built-in shower seat and pulled you into his lap.

You offered a soft smile then leaned into him for a kiss which he happily obliged you with. His arms rested on your hips and yours on his shoulders. It was slow and sweet then after a moment you both pulled away.

“I hope you’re not tired yet. I still want more.” You told him, gently caressing his face.

“I’d never tire of you. Besides I shall need to fill your womb if you’re to fall pregnant once again.”

“You say the most romantic things.”

Elijah chuckled and kissed your forehead. “You enjoy the filth, I’m merely indulging you.”

You knew that was a lie. He absolutely loved the dirty talk, aside from your looks, it turned him on but he wouldn’t admit it out loud.

“If you say so.” You hid your smile then added, “Let’s play a game of ‘fill her up’.”

So you both did once again. Two more rounds were in the shower but you couldn’t keep your hands to yourselves so one more was in the bathroom, on that bench. You had to shower separately otherwise you’d never leave. Once you were fresh and had been fucked to your heart’s content, you laid in bed and waited as he went to check on Alex.

Your hand rubbed your abdomen at the thought of another child. You wanted one and so did he but there was no rush, it was rather fun trying to make one. Elijah was back and in bed next to you, he reached for your body and pulled you close to him. His lips left a gentle kiss on your forehead whilst his hands rubbed your back in small circles. He was happy and content with the life he had, he’d never change a thing but he wouldn’t refuse the idea of a bigger family with you.

“I love you Y/N.” He said as he stroked your arm softly.

Your face was snuggled into his chest so your reply came out muffled. You lifted your head up and looked at him, “I love you Eli.”

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53 - What Are Her Intentions

Part 54

Family is More than Blood

@secretdreamlandmentality @melvia-ito

Klaus’s pov

I groaned, staring up at the ceiling of the mansion for a few moments enjoying the simple sound of silence that fell throughout the house. Then I rolled over onto my side seeing my queen laying beside me. Her blonde hair was scattered across the pillows and our bodies were barely covered by the tousled sheets. “I know you’re in there, Rae. I won’t let her keep control over you.”

Trailing my fingers over her bare shoulder she sniffed in her sleep. “Already awake. It appears I didn’t tire you as much as I thought last night.” She stretched her arms and legs out when she uttered her first words of the morning.

“I wouldn’t say that. We’ll definitely have to go shopping for new furniture.” Lifting my head up slightly I saw the destruction we caused. The dining table downstairs was broken in half, the main living room coach was torn, and most of the beds except for the ones in our children’s rooms were completely smashed into the wooden floor.

Raelyn flipped over onto her side to face me with a cocky smirk on her lips. “Hmm wasn’t it you that once told me that vampires never tire. That’s the beauty of immortality is it not?”

“Maybe I did. But that isn’t important now.” I shifted my body above hers and she smirked even wider if that were possible. I leaned down, capturing my lips with hers in a quickly heated kiss.

She threaded her fingers into my already tousled and super curly messy locks. I moaned into the kiss enjoying the feeling of doing this with her again, even though I wished that this dark side of her didn’t have much control over me. “So what would you say to a shower before we go furniture shopping?”

“Tis temping…but I have to go take care of a spell I have been working on.” Raelyn pushed me onto my back vamping over to the walk in closet grabbing some new clothes for the day.

Flopping onto my back on the pillows I put my arms behind my head watching her walk around the bedroom getting dressed. “You are a little evil minx.”

“You weren’t complaining last night, Nikky.” She smirked, shrugging her blue Jean shorts up her legs and buttoned them very slowly just to tease me.

Shaking my head I sent her a half glare. “Last night I wasn’t complaining but I am now.”

“Oh I wish I could say I was upset about it. But I most certainly am not and do you want to know why?” She put her short orange shirt over her head that showed off part of her stomach. Swaying her hips back and forth she vamped over to me standing at my bedside.

Pushing myself up in a sitting position lifting my head up to meet her gaze. “Tell me why, my love.”

“Because if I keep you here waiting for me to come back. Well you’ll be so desperate and needy when I get back that we won’t be able to stop having sex all night and maybe even the next day.” Dark Raelyn draped her arms around my neck touching our noses together.

I growled under my breath at her seductive suggestion. “You have become much more sexually active. Much more than you ever were when you were pregnant.”

“If you’re implying you’d like me pregnant again I think that could be arranged with many hours of work.”

I tilted my head to the side wrapping my arms quickly around her waist and she squealed before our lips hungrily met for a second time this morning. “Then it turns out that you have other matters to attend to.”

“Fair point….” She kissed me once more holding my face in her hands kissing me for a good few minutes until she broke it and vamped into the doorway leaving me flustered on the bed.

I hung my mouth opened in utter shock blinking my eyes a couple of times in confusion. “Bloody hell, you truly are Dark Raelyn.”

“I’ll see you tonight, Nikky.” She vamped out of the room without another word.

Getting up from the bed I put on some pants and one of my shirts mumbling to myself. “Insufferable sexy heretic!”

The bedroom door suddenly burst opened where I spun around on my feet seeing someone unexpected visitors from New Orleans. None other than my siblings Rebekah, Elijah, Kol and Freya. “Niklaus!”

“What do you want, Rebekah?” I grumble under my breath throwing my head back in annoyance.

She vamped in front of me, crossing her arms over her chest. “I want you to explain to me what the hell did you let her dark side do to our former home!”

“It wasn’t simply just all her fault.” I dropped down sitting on the edge of the bed. “It takes two people to tango or should I say let the spirits move our animal instincts-“

“Klaus, I don’t wish to hear about you two love making when Raelyn is in real danger.” Freya stepped up to her sister’s side.

Kol moaned in disgust. “Just be happy you didn’t have to hear their first night together.”

“Did you really come all this way to be concerned with my sex habits because if so there’s the door.” I rolled my eyes pointing at the door wanting to end this conversation with them.

Elijah ran a hand down his face. “Niklaus, we need to be concerned about your wife at the moment.”

“And you don’t think that I am. How shameful, Elijah.”

Rebekah gains my attention for the second time, arms still crossed over her chest in anger. “If you are so concerned, tell us where your beloved wife is right now.”

“Off doing a spell.”

Kol was quick on his feet. “What kind of spell, brother?”

“We have to find Raelyn before she kills the whole town.” Elijah exclaimed before we heard screaming from the boarding school from all the way at the mansion.

Alina’s pov

Jackson and I had been up all night because of Xavier and his crying. I snuggled underneath the covers trying to sleep but I felt someone standing over me. I slowly peaked over my shoulder jumping in a scare seeing my mom standing at my bedside in the complete darkness. “Mom, what’s wrong? Is it a monster or Xavier?”

“Phantamogriphia decorum.” She only uttered a spell from her lips, clasping a hand on my arm and her other on Jack before I passed out and woke up in a similar room to our bedroom.

Jackson was standing beside me confused. “Mrs. Mikaelson, what kind of spell is this?”

“Simple illusion spell, wolf.” My mom sniped at him where I raised a brow at her nickname to address my husband. She never called him wolf, he was always Jackson to her so something must be up.

I take a step towards her nervously. “Mom, what do you need to show us here?”

“I need to warm you, dear.” She replied simply.

Jackson sent me a confused look taking my hand in his before I asked the question I would soon regret later. “Warn us about what exactly?”

“Tenebris anima vestra contundito morten et conteret spirtium.” She raised her right hand chanting a spell causing me to claw at my neck struggling to breathe, removing my hand from Jack’s.

Jack grunted dropping to his knees with his bones starting to break. “Alina!”

“Jacks! What the hell are you doing mom?” I winced sharply feeling the bones in my back beginning to break.

She lowered herself down on a knee lifting my chin up so my gaze would meet hers. “This is a warning that if you or any of my other children try to bring the true me back. I will use the same Crescent curse I used on Hayley and Jacob to trap them as wolves unless there was a full moon.”

“Alina - what is she talking about!” Jackson held his stomach with his eyes glowing gold.

I felt tears falling down my face with my knees giving out from under me. I screamed through the pain forcing myself to look up at my mother. “Why do you think I’d say anything?”

“Because you are very much like your father, Lina. And I can’t have that if I want to be the version of your mother that stays around.” My mother growls down at me, clutching her hands going back to chanting the spell trying to turn us back into our wolf forms. “Frange vitam nolite corde ut sub terra esse, ad tenebras usque in sempiterrnum.”

Jackson and I laid on the ground trying to fight the pain but her spell was too strong. I felt the fangs in my mouth coming through and my eyes turned the golden color before I gasped in relief seeing my aunt Freya and my father appearing behind her. “Aunt Freya - dad!”

“She’s not your mother, Alina.” Freya stomped forward grabbing the back of my mother’s neck quickly twisting it until it snapped and her body collapsed onto the ground in front of us. “I think that’s enough out of you.”

Holding myself up on my hands and knees I gasped to catch my breath eyeing my father who hadn't said a word. “Dad, how could you let this happen?”

“I'm sorry, Alina.” He whispered glancing down at his uncommon wife laying on the floor before our mind space disappeared and we returned physically to my bedroom.

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Red Hot Winter- Chapter 13

Trigger warning: sex scene, blood sharing, death scene- minors dni Also, Elijah being such a cute boyfriend, I wish he was real <3

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Chapter 13- Darkest Heart of Men

" 'C'mon, Elijah, you have to chase me' Said Rebekah.

Elijah was chasing his sister through the woods, almost at nightfall, when the sun was just setting. He could feel the wind in his long hair, and the braids in front of his face that his sister made that morning. They were still grieving the death of their brother, Henrik, who was mauled by the werewolves when he and Niklaus went to watch them a few weeks prior during the full moon.

His father, Mikael, was taking the hardest. He was always hard and severe on all of them, but Niklaus took a lot more punishment than the rest of them. Whenever Rebekah would do something that would make their father mad, Niklaus would take the fall for it. He would never let his little sister take that type of beating, even though at this point the poor man had several scars across his back from his father's belt. Their mother would never do anything to stop it, so it was up to Rebekah and Elijah to nurse Niklaus back to his health. At this point, Elijah had learned some magic both from his mother and the witch Ayana to make Niklaus' punishment hurt less and make him heal faster, to which his father was less than pleased, saying that 'real man' needed to feel pain.

Later that night, was the night that everything changed.

Elijah couldn't sleep. Being an older sibling, he had a room to himself, and he had brought Tatia there many times, and would only touch her if she let him. He would immediately stop if she said so, he wouldn't take what wasn't his, like many men in his position would do. It wasn't right and for the life of him, Elijah couldn't phantom how that was still normal.

His father barged in unannounced, bringing a cup, and an unknown woman with him, being followed by Rebekah and Niklaus.

'Good, you're awake boy.' His father said. Elijah sat down. His sibling's clothes were stained with blood and they looked sick.

'Father, what happened? What is this?' He asked.

'Drink this, now boy!' Said Mikael, demanding, forcing the cup into Elijah's mouth, making him drink whatever was on the cup. It tasted so bittersweet, almost unbearable at first. But he drank all of it. As soon as he was done, Mikael put the cup beside him and stabbed Elijah in the chest, right in his heart.

When Elijah woke up, Mikael grabbed the woman, and took out a knife from his belt, cutting her arm. Niklaus and Rebekah's eyes turned black, and their veins popped up and they had fangs now.

'Stay back!' He hissed at them. 'Drink boy, drink now!' Mikael almost pushed Elijah's head to the woman's arm.

As soon as the exotic, sweet flavor of the woman's vein hit him Elijah felt the change. His head hung back and he groaned, his eyes turned black, his veins popped up and his fangs came down. It was a moment of pure, unparalleled sensation for Elijah, and it marked the beginning of a journey that would forever define him as a vampire. He leaned back down and drank all of the woman's blood, and it gave it so much power, he felt he could do anything."

"Elijah, Elijah, wake up." Said Elena, trying to wake him up from the dream he was having, or nightmare. "Elijah, wake up!"

He opened his eyes, scared. He never thought of that night fondly.

"Elena!"He said, pulling her close to him. "Oh my love, you're here."

"Yes, I am," She said, a bit coldly. "Who's Tatia?" She asked.

Elijah sat down, resting against the headboard. He knew this was coming. While Elena knew the spell of vampirism had been made by Esther using Tatia's blood, she really had no idea the story behind the meaning of it. He brought her closer to him. If there was one thing that he found out about himself in his relationship with Elena is that he needed to have physical contact with her at all times. He made her sit on top of him, and she let him. She also felt like she needed him touching her at all times.

"Tatia is part of your bloodline." He started, putting a loose strand of hair behind her ear as an excuse to caress her face. "Her blood was used to make the vampirism spell but also, me and Niklaus were fighting over her. Killing her to create vampires was just Mother's way of punishing me and him. Father also didn't like that I wouldn't just take her, as he had done with Mother. I could never do that, it isn't right."

"You loved her."

"Yes, I did."

"Did you want to turn her into a vampire?"

"Yes, but I found out she was gone. I thought she had left the village until Rebekah told me the blood we had drank to turn into vampires was hers."

"So falling in love with me… had nothing to do with her?" Elena asked, looking anywhere but him.

He gently lifted her face and brought her back to him.

"Elena, falling in love with you had nothing to do with her. I mourned her death, and I loved her, but what I feel for you, I haven't felt for anyone else until I met you."

She gave him a small smile.

He wasn't convinced that she was convinced, so he put his hand on her back and turned her around. They weren't wearing any clothes after Elijah had made her his the night before. Elena could see their reflection in the full-length mirror on the wall.

Elijah put her hair to the side and started kissing her neck, his hands holding hers.

"Can I touch you, my love?" He asked, whispering in her ear.

She nodded.

"Use your words, Elena."

"Yes… yes please, Elijah." Elena said, breathless.

Elijah held Elena's gaze as his hands moved to her chest. He cupped her breasts and began a gentle massage. His fingertips circled around her nipples, teasing them into taut little peaks. Elena felt her pulse pounding in her ears and her breath coming in gasps. The heated sensation left her weak in the knees and her heat was becoming wildly aroused. Elena moaned softly as Elijah's skilled touch continued.

His caress was gentle and caring, each move sending flutters of pleasure through her body. Her breathing deepened and she leaned her head back and closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of his hands on her body.

When he moved further down, Elena gasped as she felt him between her legs. He started by lightly caressing her around her most sensitive area, eliciting a moan of delight from her.

He continued to tease her with swirling circles and tantalizing strokes, and she began to arch her back in arousal. He then began exploring her further by playing with her sex, and she let out a mixture of pleasure and pain. He knew he had her in the palm of his hand now and he kept intensifying the sensations until her body was shaking uncontrollably.

His fingers stroked her clit, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. His touch was gentle yet insistent, and soon the heat between her legs was almost too much to bear. As he continued to massage her warmth, she could feel her desire building, and before she knew it, she was shaking with ecstasy.

As she began to reach her peak of pleasure, she let out a scream as she suddenly released her essence all over his fingers. He kept playing with her until every last drop of her was on his fingers.

"I love you." He said in her ear, while she was coming down from her high.

Elena had her eyes fixed on her reflection as she slid her body onto Elijah's arousal. She notices him squirm slightly as she slides herself onto his shaft, feeling it all the way through. She has never been so aroused — every single inch of his thick member is inside her and she can feel every nuance of his movements. She moves lower and lower until she feels fulfilled, her body radiating pleasure. Elijah's eyes are wide with desire as he looks between Elena and the mirror, his hands gripping her hips tightly.

She moves her body in a circular motion, pushing her hips back and forth and rotating them around. Elijah groans with pleasure, his thrusts becoming more and more urgent. Elena knows he is getting close and she starts to move faster, feeling her own pleasure reaching a peak. Elijah's grip on her hips tightens and with one last thrust, his essence explodes inside her as she reaches her peak all over him.

She fell forward with the intensity of her orgasm, Elijah holding her back. They stayed entwined in their moment for a few seconds, savoring the pleasure they had just shared, before collapsing in exhaustion against each other in the bed.

Elena rolled herself away from him, feeling all shorts of sensitivity.

He pulls her face towards him.

"I love you, Elena."

"I know, and I love you too." She said, smiling, pecking him on the lips. "It seemed like you were having a nightmare."

"Yes, about the night I was turned into a vampire. Mikael forced all of us to turn."

"I'm sorry honey."

"It's okay, at least now I've got you." He said, bringing her closer to him.

They'd stayed like this the entire day, had they not heard Klaus screaming.

They quickly put their clothes back on, Elena stealing Elijah's button-on, making him choose another one. They were coming down the stairs when Elena thought she saw something. Not something, someone. Katherine.

"Stealing my man, are you?" She said, before disappearing. Elijah called to her and she followed.

"Oh brother, Elena, thank you for finally joining us today," Klaus said, in the living room. "Now Elijah, am I going mad or is dear old Dad back to haunt us?"

"Wait Niklaus, you had a nightmare with him?" Asked Elijah.

"Uh, I just saw Katherine when I came down." Said Elena.

"Really? What did she say?" Asked Caroline.

"She said I was stealing Elijah from her," Elena said.

"You're not going mad." Said Bonnie, coming into the room with Davina. "The other side is falling apart. All the souls that had unresolved issues are coming over to deal with them."

"Didn't Monique say Katerina went to hell?" Asked Elijah.

"She had unresolved issues with Elena." Replied Bonnie.

"How do we make it stop?" Asked Klaus.

"We can't. There's nothing we can do." Bonnie replied.

"Thanks for absolutely nothing. Bonnie." Said Klaus, leaving the room.

"Don't take it personally." Said Caroline. "He's afraid he'll be a bad father like his father. I'm trying to convince him he won't, but he is not listening."

"Caroline, he is." Said Elijah. "I've seen everything Niklaus went through, I know he won't be like our father, he'll die before letting anything happen to his daughter."

Later that day, Elena was in the living room, waiting for Elijah so they could meet with Klaus, Caroline, Hayley, Bonnie, and Davina to go to Father Kieran's procession when she saw her again.

"I understood why you dated Stefan, because of the doppelganger course, but did you steal my original?" Said Katherine, standing in front of her.

"Don't you have someone else to haunt, like Damon? Wasn't he the one who killed you?" Asked Elena, sitting down on the couch.

"I could haunt Damon, but it's so much more fun to haunt you." Said Katherine, smiling. "Does he touch you like he touched me? Or like he touched Tatia?"

"Elijah loves me for me, Katherine. I'm not using him to get forgiveness from his brother for running away for 500 years like you have."

"But you seemed to have so much fun pretending to be me!" Exclaimed Katherine. "Did you ever wonder why you had to pretend to be me, and you couldn't be you?"

Elena was speechless. She actually didn't know.

"Oh, they didn't tell you?!" Katherine laughed. "Guess Elijah hasn't been so noble and honest with you after all, and may I point out something? He was always honest with me."

"Elena?" Said Elijah, getting to the living room, ready to go. Everyone else had left while Elena was talking to Katherine. "She's here, isn't she?" He asked, sitting beside her. Elena turned to face him.

"Yes, she is. And she said you and your siblings weren't honest with me when you told me to pretend to be her. It wasn't just because the vampires of New Orleans thought you and her were together, was it?"

Elijah touched her face. She leaned into his touch. It was like magnetic, she couldn't pull herself away even if she wanted to.

"Rebekah brought you here, not only because the vampires of New Orleans thought me and her were together, but also because… Katerina and I used to reign over this city in the past. For a while, when Niklaus was away shorting some curse business, he'd be away for a decade, a decade and a half. I found her, brought her here. and made her my queen. We used to rule over the quarter, and she was revered. That's why Marcel had so much affection for her. When my brother came back, he daggered me for months for it. It wasn't until a few months before Mikael found us that we left the city for good."

Elena knew Elijah had other women before her, she knew he'd probably dated all of the supernatural before her, she had been with two vampires before him, but to know he had been with two women who looked exactly like her was something else.

She didn't know she had been in silence for a while until Elijah called her again.

"Please say something, my love." He pulled her against his body, making her sit on his lap. She put her arms on his chest, not knowing if it was to keep some distance from him or to ground herself.

"You… you fell in love with Tatia and Katherine, and now with me, and the three of us look exactly alike." She tried to move, but he held her down. He was not letting her get away until they sort this out. If he could see Katherine, he'd kill her with his bare hands for doing this.

"I thought that what I had with Tatia and Katherine," He said the last name the way she said it, knowing that if he said Katerina would be worse. "was love. I was trying to find something, some light that I couldn't find until you. I was looking for you, all along. You were the one that I wanted. I fell in love with you for you my love. Not because you look like Tatia or Katherine. I've never touched either of them like I touch you, I've never made love to either one of them like I make love to you. I choose you Elena, and I'll always choose you. You said you found something worth living for here, I found it all the way back in Mystic Falls when I first laid my eyes on you. I would never give you to Klaus. You already had me wrapped around your heart when I saw you. I loved you then, and I love you now, and I'll never stop loving you." And to seal his words, he kissed her.

He kissed her as if he never wanted to let her go, pouring all his love and adoration into that single kiss.

Elijah was in love with Elena and it felt as if time had frozen as they embraced each other in that passionate kiss. He wanted her to know just how much he loved her with this one single moment. His lips eagerly tasted hers as if it was his first time, and still, his heart was pounding faster than ever before.

His arms moved around her waist, pulling her closer to him as they explored new depths of passion together. He felt like he was in another world, and he never wanted the moment to end.

In this single moment, his only goal was to love her unconditionally. With each passing second, he was more certain of his feelings and knew that she was the one for him. He could feel it in his heart and soul, and with each kiss, he was overcome with emotions of joy, love, and adoration. The kiss was unlike any other he had experienced with her, the connection they had going beyond anything he was ever able to imagine.

When they parted, Elijah kissed down her neck and smelled her scent, the most exquisite he had ever felt. Leaning his head back, he let his eyes turn black, his veins popped up and his fangs came down. Looking at him, wanting to taste him, knowing Katherine was watching Elena had an idea.

"He is mine, Katherine." She said, letting her eyes turn black, her veins pop up and her fangs come down. Simultaneously, both of them bit each other's neck, drinking blood from each other. It was true, Elijah had drunk vampire blood before, but never from Katherine. He felt Elena's blood coming down his throat, the most delicious blood he ever tasted and couldn't live without.

Elena felt Elijah's blood inside of her and felt powerful. Not only did she feel that, but she felt loved and all the admiration he had over her. She knew he'd never let her go, like he had promised before, no matter what happened.

When they were done, both took great pride in the marks they left on each other's necks.

Elena caressed Elijah's face.

"I'm sorry." She said.

"What for, my love?"

"For being so insecure, and letting her get between us."

"It's not your fault. You were not being insecure, honey. You just wanted to know what happened in the past, and that's okay. I don't blame you for wanting to know, I understand. And I love you."

"Thank you, for not letting me go."

"I keep my promises." He said, smiling.

She smiled, and gently kissed him.

Sometime later, Klaus and Caroline showed up in the compound with Hayley, who had passed out, Genevieve following them.

"What is she doing here? What happened?" Asked Elijah, moving to stand in front of Elena, while Klaus put Hayley on top of the dinner table.

"Bonnie and Davina were kidnapped, and Hayley passed out in the middle of the funeral." Replied Caroline. "We need a witch, and Genevieve was the one who helped us."

"Not out of the goodness of her heart." Said Elena, holding Elijah's hand.

"Don't worry Elena, she knows if something happens to my heir, she dies." Said Klaus in a threatening tone.

Genevieve started to recite an incantation over Hayley, who after a few minutes, woke up sweating in fear.

"Klaus, Klaus, he tried to kill me!" She said. "He said he wouldn't let any 'spawns from the bastard' walk the earth"

"Now Mikael wants to kill my daughter? Not even dead he'll leave me alone!" Shouted Klaus, punching the wall. Caroline trembled and let out a gasp in surprise. That immediately disarmed Klaus.

"Oh love, I'm so sorry."He said, calming down, and going to her. He held her face between his hands. "I'm not that monster anymore, love."

"You never were." She assured him, giving him a weak smile, and kissing him lightly. "You're not the villain, Klaus."

He smiled, turning to Genevieve, holding Caroline close to him.

"Genevieve, I need you to make me moonlight rings. If you do, I won't kill you. If you don't, I'll have my day walkers kill you and your coven"

Genevieve agreed to make the rings, while the stones were provided by Francesca on short notice. But that didn't work as well as they expected. Genevieve gave Francesca the stones, which in turn killed her security guard, her action being repeated by all of her family. They were werewolves. Elijah had Elena hide in the crypt since the venom couldn't kill him and he'd kill every last one of the wolves. That was the night Marcel decided to attack the Mikaelsons. Since the moonlight rings took its energy from Klaus, he was significantly weaker but still put on a hell of a fight. The wolves killed all of Marcel's nightwalkers, while Elijah killed all of the wolves.

Caroline was locked inside of Klaus's office until she heard him cry out in pain.

She broke through the window and ran to him, only to find him beaten up and weak inside Sophie's bar.

"Klaus!" She screamed, running to him.

"Caroline, love." He said. "We were doublecrossed."

"This is war Klaus, what did you think?" She said, sitting down on the floor, and dragging him to her lap. "You need your strength. We need you Klaus, your family needs you, your daughter needs you."

"There's no blood around here love." He said, closing his eyes.

Caroline bit on her left arm and offered it to him.

"It's okay." She said. "I want you to drink from me, love," She said. He looked at her, and her wrist. Not wasting his chance, he brought her wrist to his mouth and started to drink her life force, not only feeling their bond going stronger but also his own life returning to him. The possibility of being a better father, a better partner for Caroline, perhaps one day take her as his wife.

He drank until he was satisfied, and Caroline wasn't stopping him.

When he was done, he kissed the wound on her wrist, feeling himself getting healed. He stood up with her help and hugged her.

"I love you, Caroline." He said, and kissed her forehead.

"I love you too." She said smiling.

He held her hand and they walked out of the bar, at the same time as Elijah was getting Elena out of the crypt. That's when they heard it. Hayley screamed.

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samdeancass · 2 years

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Welcome Back

Requested by: Anonymous

Pairing: Freya Mikaelson x reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Characters: Freya, Y/N

Description: Freya goes to join her brothers and sister in a battle. Y/N is very worried about her until she comes home, where Y/N shows Freya how much she means to them.

It had been over a week since Freya walked out of the door and every waking moment after you never stopped worrying about her. Freya is the best thing that has ever happened to you, you never wanted anything to happen to her. You knew that she was a witch and that she could easily take care of herself, but that still didn’t stop you worrying.

Feet scuffling by the front door broke you from your thoughts. Both excitement and anxiety flowed through you until Freya stepped through the door. Immediately you flew at her, wrapping your arms around her neck, pulling her close to you. “Thank god you’re OK! I’ve been worrying non stop since you left.”

Freya let out a hearty laugh, stepping back. “Well, as you can see, I’m back on one piece with only a few scratches. Now, shall we step inside so I can finally relax with my favorite person?” You nodded and opened the door for her to step through.

She walked over to the sofa and slumped down on it, letting out a satisfied groan. “You have no idea how much I have missed this sofa, how much I’ve missed this house; how much I’ve missed you.” She held her arms out and you walked towards her, sitting on her lap and cuddling into her.

You both stayed in a comfortable silence for a few minutes. Tears welled up in your eyes as the emotions you had been feeling over the past week were finally making themselves known. A tear fell onto Freya’s chest which caused her to sit straight up and turn your head towards her with concern in her eyes. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

You shook your head and wiped your eyes. “Nothing, absolutely nothing. It’s silly really.” Freya cupped your face in her hands. “Nothing is ever silly, please tell me.” You leaned into her hands and covered them with yours. “It’s just..., over this past week, I didn’t know whether you were alive or dead and I absolutely hated it. The not knowing whether I was going to see you again, whether I was going to say ‘I love you’ again, whether I was going to kiss you again....”

You slowly leaned in and placed a soft kiss to her lips which soon turned into another. Your hands moved to around her neck and pulled her closer towards you. She began to kiss you back, your lips both moving in sync with each other. You swiped your tongue across her bottom lip to ask for entrance, which she accepted.

Your tongues began to battle for dominance, exploring each others mouths, until Freya gave in. You moved off her lap and slowly pushed her down onto the couch, your mouths never parting. With one hand, you moved her hands above her head and kept them there whilst your other one began to explore her clothed body.

You broke the kiss and admired the amazing woman lying underneath you. Every curve, every crevice on her was amazing. Seeing her like this underneath you just made you love her even more. You leaned back down and began to kiss the valley of her breasts, the other hand moving the material away. A slow, breathy moan escaped her lips as your fingertips brushed against her delicate skin.

Your hand cupped her breast as your mouth sucked on her sensitive nipple, earning a low moan. You let go of her hands and cupped her other breast, giving that one the same treatment. Low, raspy moans escaped Freya’s lips as you sucked harder on her nipples.

One hand slid down her torso and under her jeans, moving her underwear to the side and sliding one finger across her folds. “Oh my god.” You chuckled at her reaction and inserted a finger, slowly pumping inside her, She began to wriggle and writhe underneath you. “As much as I love the foreplay, baby, I need you to go faster.”

You leaned down and kissed her deeply as you entered a second finger, pumping faster and deeper inside her. Your thumb found her clit and began to rub circles, fast and hard. From her animalistic moans, you could tell that Freya was close so you entered a third finger, pumping faster.

Her breathing began to get faster as she neared her high. She pushed herself off the sofa, causing your fingers to go a little deeper which was the final straw. Freya flopped back down and screamed, white spurts of cum squirting on your fingers.

You took your fingers out and brought them to your mouth, licking her juices off you. “That was absolutely amazing, my love. I wanted to show you just how much you mean to me, how I never want to lose you.” You leaned down and kissed her now dry lips, brushing the stray strands of hair sticking to the side of her face.

“Well you certainly did that. But, now it’s my turn.” Within a split second, Freya flipped you both over on the sofa, your hands pinned to the side of you. “Now it’s my turn to show you how much I’ve missed you.” Without warning, she leaned down and pressed her lips to yours, hungry and dominant, ready for round 2.

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insomniakisses · 1 year

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First off, hi! and best of luck with the ex 🍀🍀🍀

Second off whenever I'm chilling scrolling through my dash and i see one of your posts i always go 🫣🥵 bc how r all your ideas so 🔥🔥🔥🔥

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Omg hiiii friend! Thank youuu. So brief context me and my ex (well exs theres two) have been on and off for the last year and a half but we are together again now so i have a bf and a genderfluid partner atm ! :)

Aha thank u! XD. Honestly im jus as confused abt how,,,, speaking off i feel like freya and bonnie LOVE tying there mate up like thats hot for them. Also dating klayley? U have two ppl with a daddy kink and a breeding kink but also klaus? A simp. Boy worships u sm. if u have stretch marks or scars and hate them he will kiss them and paint along them with gold paint and soft brush strokes to show u how ur body is beautiful artwork

#🌀 anon #the originals smut #klause mikaelson #hayley marshall #bonnie bennet #freya mikaelson

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wholoveseggs · 7 months

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Warmth

18+ ---- {Masterlist}

This is just a smutty little thing about being in an arraigned marriage to a certain original vampire. This is the first thing I've ever posted so please be nice :)

{Part Two} {Part Three} thanks for all the love ❤️ If you rather read this on Ao3- Link is here

5k words - No warnings other than smut and mentions of a shitty family.

It's your wedding day, but it feels more like being sold off than a celebration. You're about to marry into the most powerful family in history, but it's not by choice—it's all politics. All you can do is hope that the guy waiting for you at the altar is decent and that somehow, you'll survive whatever comes after "I do."

Part One

You delicately picked at your freshly-manicured nails, your heart pounding in your chest as his sister's circled you, their hands adjusting your dress, hair, and veil.

"Is he a good man?" you whispered nervously, feeling one of them gently pull on your dress, making the low cut of the back align perfectly with your body.

Rebekah gave you a kind smile, applying a touch more blush to your cheeks with a makeup brush. "Yes, dear. He's a good man," she replied.

"He's the best of us, you have nothing to fear," Freya chimed in, taking your hand in a reassuring gesture.

You let out a long sigh as they placed the veil over your head, their satisfied smiles providing some comfort. "You look perfect," Rebekah said, offering a sweet smile. "Welcome to the family."

Walking down the aisle felt like a surreal dream, your heart racing, and time behaving strangely, as if you'd indulged in a bit too much wine. You couldn't help but feel a sense of relief as you laid eyes on the groom. At least he's handsome, you thought. But fear still gripped your heart; marrying a vampire was one thing, but becoming a part of the family of the most deadly vampires was a whole new level.

Standing across from him, you barely registered the officiant's words as they initiated the ceremony. Up close, he was even more striking with warm brown eyes, a sharp jawline, and a physique that complemented his looks. He gazed down at you with a gentle smile, though there was a hint of sadness in his dark eyes, a reminder that he hadn't desired this union any more than you did.

The vows were recited, their words escaping your consciousness as you mechanically repeated them. He lifted your veil and with a chaste peck on your lips, the marriage was sealed.

At the reception, your new husband mingled with the guests, sealing packs and making deals, laying bare the true intention behind your marriage. You observed his brother taking the stage, silencing the band.

"I'd like to thank you all for coming. I have a special gift for the bride and groom. Since they didn't really have a honeymoon planned, I took it upon myself to help them out. Outside, they'll find a car ready to take them on the adventure of a lifetime," Klaus announced, giving his brother a wicked smile, clapping him on the back in a way that seemed almost malicious. "To the bride and groom!" he cheered, raising his glass in your direction.

All eyes were on you as your husband led you to the car. You didn't recognize a single face in the crowd, but you hadn't expected to. The people who had sold you had gotten what they wanted, and this arrangement was a win-win for them.

You settled into the back seat of the car, the leather sticking to your bare back. You adjusted your white silk dress nervously, and he sat down beside you, his jaw and fists clenched, the tension palpable. You drove in silence for a while, stealing glances at your new husband, his expression stern and unreadable.

Wanting to break the silence, you considered a joke or maybe a compliment about his looks, but instead opted for the safest option. "Hi, I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you," you said quietly, extending your hand.

He chuckled slightly, and you appreciated his handsome smile as he took your hand, giving it a gentle shake. "Hello, I'm Elijah," he replied.

You exchanged smiles, and the tension in the car began to dissipate. The street lights reflected in his eyes as the car headed toward an unknown destination.

"Do you know where we are going?" you asked.

"The airport," he responded, gazing out the window with a hint of bitterness.

"Not a fan of flying?" you inquired, trying to discern Elijah's emotions.

"No, it's not that," he sighed softly and placed his hand on yours. "I'm sorry this happened to you. When I began negotiating an alliance with your faction, I didn't know they would require a marriage, I agreed to it for peace." he explained.

You shrugged, attempting to suppress the emotions swirling within you. "They've wanted to get rid of me for a while," you confessed.

Before he could inquire further, you arrived at the airport. A private plane awaited you, and you crossed the windy tarmac in your wedding dress, Elijah shielding you from the chill. You hoped someone had remembered to pack you a change of clothes.

Seated in the plane, the gentle hum of the engines made you instantly drowsy. You reached for a glass of champagne, quickly downing it before pouring another.

Elijah took a seat beside you, selecting a book from a pile on the table. He watched you consume your second glass, a playful smirk playing on his lips. "Are you alright?" he inquired.

"No," you admitted, shifting in your seat and closing your eyes.

"Don't like flying?" he teased.

"Hilarious," you replied sarcastically, before turning in your seat, surrendering to sleep before the plane had even taken off.

You awoke to the sound of the arrival announcement. You noticed a warm blanket on you and realized your head was resting on Elijah's shoulder. He smelled faintly of alcohol and nice cologne, and you couldn't help but feel a twinge of embarrassment at the sudden intimacy with a stranger, although you supposed he wasn't one anymore.

"Apparently, we're in Canada," he informed you in a soft tone, offering a gentle smile.

"What?" you replied, lifting your head from his shoulder and peering out the window to see nothing but white.

"I suppose my brother's adventure for us involves some cold," he remarked.

The plane touched down, and the pilot's announcement revealed a bone-chilling temperature of -20°C. Panic set in as you realized your thin dress offered no defense against the frigid cold.

"I don't suppose you happen to have a winter coat?" you asked, your tone flat with a hint of desperation.

Elijah calmly removed his suit jacket and handed it to you, offering a warm smile. As he stood in just his dress shirt, concern flashed in your eyes. "It's alright; vampires don't get cold," he reassured you. "Besides, I'll get us to the car quickly.”

He was being humble when he said 'quickly.' He wrapped his arms around you, and in a literal instant, you found yourselves in the warmth of the waiting car, with Elijah in the driver's seat, studying his phone with a furrowed brow.

"It seems our destination is a cottage up a mountain," he said, clearly displeased as he reviewed the itinerary on his phone.

"Not a fan of snow?" you chuckled.

"I'm not a fan of my brother playing games," he replied as he pulled out of the airport.

The drive up the mountain was a strange mix of anticipation and discomfort. The grandeur of nature unfolding around you offered a stark contrast to the peculiar circumstances that had brought you together. You gazed out of the car window, lost in your thoughts.

After a while, it was Elijah who dared to break the silence, his voice carrying a genuine curiosity. "You mentioned your family wanted to get rid of you. Why?" he asked, his eyes shifting briefly from the winding road to you.

Your gaze remained focused on the passing landscape, a mixture of mountain vistas and dense forests. "I wouldn't call them family," you replied, a hint of bitterness in your tone. "They weren't my blood, and they certainly didn't treat me as such. They wanted to get rid of me because I was no longer of value."

Elijah furrowed his brow, seeking to understand. "No longer of value?" he inquired, his voice gentle.

With a deep breath, you began to unravel the unfortunate chapter of your life. "With the human faction, marriage pacts are common. After I lost my parents, they took me in, providing for my clothing, food, and education, with the understanding that, in return, I'd remain pure until they could marry me off," you paused, your eyes meeting his for a brief moment, searching for any hint of judgment. "I didn't remain pure,"

He listened attentively, his warm smile putting you at ease. "Well, you will fit in with my family just fine," he said with a sweet smile. "Purity isn't our thing either. You're free from all that now."

You couldn't help but chuckle bitterly at the irony of the situation. "Out of the frying pan…" you mumbled, a sense of resignation in your words. "I know all about your family. I don't think this will end well for me."

The falling snow whipped past the car windows, obscuring any view beyond. You arrived at the cottage, and you sucked in the cold air as Elijah whisked you inside. He disappeared momentarily before returning with your bags. You sat on the sofa, taking in the place. It was more of a chalet than a cottage, and you couldn't help but shiver in the chilly interior. Elijah noticed.

"I'll gather some firewood," he said, heading outside.

You got up and explored the place, finding some whiskey and taking swigs straight from the bottle as you wandered. Your attention was captured by a sizable record collection, and you began to browse. You found a record you liked and started playing it, swaying to the music in an attempt to warm up.

Elijah returned inside, his arms laden with firewood, determined to make your cold sanctuary warm and cozy. His eyes softened as he noticed your shivering form.

"I'll get a fire going," he said, his voice gentle. He quickly set about arranging the logs, expertly lighting them, transforming the room with the comforting glow and crackle of the flames.

Taking your icy hands in his, he remarked, "Your hands are freezing." He brought you closer to the fire, the warmth seeping into your chilled skin. You couldn't help but be captivated by his kindness and the concern in his eyes.

"You need to warm up," he insisted, his voice a soothing melody.

“You are nicer than I was expecting,” you replied, a playful smile tugging at your lips.

“I know my family's reputation is not great, but you are a part of it now. I want you to know I will always protect you,” he said softly, his words sincere and reassuring.

You nodded, feeling a rush of gratitude for his understanding and genuine care. "I believe you," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

He pulled you in and held you close, trying to warm you up; you found yourself drawn to him, his charm and sweetness melting your reservations. In that moment, overwhelmed by his kindness, you leaned in and kissed him softly.

When you pulled away, his expression was both surprised and understanding. "You don't have to do that," he said, his tone gentle. "You're not obligated to do anything with me just because of our situation."

His words filled you with a mixture of relief and gratitude. Here was a man, a vampire, who respected your boundaries, a stark contrast to the people who had controlled your life before.

Elijah guided you to the soft rug in front of the crackling fire, arranging the blankets around you to ensure you stayed warm. The bottle of whiskey sat between you, its amber contents promising warmth from the inside out. You extended the bottle to him, a silent invitation to share in the fleeting comfort of alcohol.

You both drank in companionable silence, the warmth from the fire seeping into your bones, the whiskey adding a pleasant haze to the room. As the evening wore on, conversation flowed more freely, and the barriers between you began to dissolve with every shared story and laugh.

Elijah stood and helped you up, his hand finding its way to your waist, and before you knew it, he was leading you in a slow dance, his movements graceful and confident. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you, swaying to the music.

"What is this song?" he asked, his voice barely audible over the music.

"It's called bitter sweet symphony,'' you replied, your eyes meeting his. "It's one of my favorites."

He nodded in agreement, his gaze fixed on yours. "I like the strings, the whole thing is very melancholic," he observed.

You smiled, your fingers tracing patterns on his shoulder. "I find it beautiful. It's a testament to the resilience of the human spirit, don't you think? Even in the face of adversity, we keep going."

He regarded you with a mixture of curiosity and admiration. "Something you have a lot of experience in, I gather," he said, his tone appreciative.

"I wouldn't say I'm resilient," you responded modestly, the music guiding your movements. "More like adaptable. Life throws curveballs, and you either adapt or get swept away."

He pulled you closer, the dance now a slow, intimate sway. "Indeed, life has a way of testing us. But it also brings unexpected joys."

The dance continued, a silent conversation unfolding between you, transcending words. As the music wove its spell, you felt a vulnerability and connection with Elijah that surpassed the constraints of your forced union. The walls you had built around yourself began to crumble, and you found solace in the unexpected warmth of his embrace.

A soft smile played on your lips. “You're not the monster they make you out to be," you replied, your words carrying a newfound trust.

Feeling an unspoken longing between you, you reached out, your fingers tracing a delicate path along his jawline, your touch conveying what words couldn't express. His eyes, dark and intense, met yours with understanding, a silent acknowledgment passing between you. You pulled him closer, your lips meeting in a passionate kiss that ignited a spark, setting the room ablaze with desire.

His response to your kiss was a slow, seductive smile that went straight to your core. He gently slid a hand around the back of your neck, his fingers winding in your hair. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice a low murmur.

You nodded, your own desire mirrored in your eyes. "Yes," you whispered, placing your hands on his chest.

With a sudden surge of intensity, he lifted you effortlessly, his arms strong and secure as he carried you to the nearby sofa. The room seemed to come alive, dancing with shifting shadows painted by the flickering firelight. He gently set you down on the plush sofa, his eyes never leaving yours.

"You are truly exquisite," he murmured softly, as he carefully peeled your wedding dress away, letting it cascade onto the floor like a waterfall of silk and lace.

"I-I think you're beautiful too," you stammered, your words catching in your throat, feeling the chill creep back in after losing the warmth of your dress. You reached out, your fingers trembling slightly, and began to unbutton his shirt.

His smile remained warm and affectionate as he took your hands, pressing a gentle kiss upon them. With a swift motion, he shed his shirt, and pressed his skin to yours in a tender embrace, an effort to restore the warmth that had been lost. He shifted you so you lay side by side, pulling your thigh up to wrap around his hip, the other hand gently cupping your neck as he kissed you softly.

You lingered there for a while as his hands explored the curves of your body. Your own hands ventured, touching his toned chest and shoulders, marveling at the strength beneath your fingertips.

His lips trailed soft, lingering kisses down your neck, each one a tender declaration of affection. His gentle gestures made you blush, the heat of your cheeks contrasting with the cool air in the room. You couldn't help but giggle from the sheer sweetness of his actions.

His hand glided down between you, his fingertips tracing the sensitive skin just above the edge of your white lace panties. A soft moan escaped your lips, a rush of heat pooling between your legs as his hand ventured beneath the fabric. He began to slowly circle your clit, the hand that rested on your neck pushed your head forward, his lips capturing yours in another gentle kiss.

His fingers traced slow, deliberate circles, their casual dips down to your opening making you moan softly into his mouth. The sensation was exquisite, driving you closer to climax with each subtle movement.

“You make such lovely sounds,” he hummed against your lips, then he dipped a finger inside you.

You let out a low, desperate whine, your hips instinctively rocking into his hand. You closed your eyes and swore under your breath, your voice barely audible, your fingers clutching at his neck as he continued to work his magic with his skillful hand.

He smiled, clearly savoring the way you were unraveling under his touch. He slowly pulled his hand away, leaving you achingly empty for a moment before repositioning you. Suddenly, you found yourself underneath him, your back pressed into the softness of the sofa, desire reflected in his eyes.

He began trailing soft kisses and teasing bites down your body, each touch sending electric pulses of need through you.

With slow, deliberate movements, he removed your panties, the fabric sliding off with a tantalizing intimacy that sent your heart racing. He pushed your thighs up, his fingers briefly teasing your clit before he leaned in, his hot breath against your skin.

Then, with an agonizing slowness that made your breath catch, he lowered his head, his tongue finding its way to your clit, sending waves of pleasure crashing over you. The world blurred into a haze of sensation, his expertise evident in every flick and swirl, each touch bringing you closer to your peak.

You ran a trembling hand through his hair, your fingers gripping the strands as you surrendered to his tongue. Your hips moved in a desperate rhythm with his mouth, seeking more of the exquisite sensation he was providing.

His hands pressed into your thighs with firm, possessive intent, holding you in place, stilling your movements. With each flick of his tongue, each press of his lips, you felt the tension rising within you, like a coiled spring ready to release.

You couldn't hold back any longer, and your body convulsed as the waves of pleasure overtook you. It was a moment of pure bliss, your cries echoing in the room, as your fingers tangled in his hair. He didn't falter in his attentions, riding you through the aftershocks of your climax.

Your body was still pulsating with the aftermath of the first orgasm, yet he skillfully coaxed another wave of pleasure from within you. He pushed two fingers inside you, finding that perfect spot, and your moans grew louder, filling the room.

"My pretty little wife," he murmured in a seductive whisper. The rhythm of his fingers and his tongue on your overly-sensitive clit created a delicious combination.

You squeezed your eyes shut, completely overtaken by the sensations, your body responding eagerly to his skilled touch. The second orgasm began to build, a powerful surge of pleasure that threatened to consume you entirely. His deep hum against you made you squirm, your legs shaking as you moaned.

His hand shifted from your thigh, splaying across your lower stomach with just the right amount of pressure to hold you down, halting your movements completely. His control heightened the intensity of the moment, trapping you in a delicious blend of pleasure and surrender.

You came apart a second time on his tongue, your body writhing with pleasure as you looked down at his handsome face, his lips glistening with your wetness.

“Fuck,” you breathed out, your voice barely audible, your eyes locking onto his. He made his way back up your body, his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss. Cupping his face with your hands, you traced the lines of his jaw affectionately as your lips moved in a heated dance, the taste of your shared desire lingering between you.

You pulled off your bra, the cool air of the room contrasting with the heat that radiated between you. His eyes were glued to your every move, filled with desire as you exposed yourself to him. His gaze slowly traced over the curves of your body with a look of admiration and hunger.

He positioned your legs around his hips, and you could feel his cock through the fabric of his pants. You reached down to unzip him, but he caught your wrists with a swift yet gentle motion, pinning them above your head with a possessive grip, his eyes locking onto yours in a dark, intense gaze.

“Stay just like this,” he said firmly. He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before pulling back, his eyes never leaving yours as he removed his pants, the room filled with a charged anticipation that crackled in the air between you.

He leaned in closer, his handsome form fully on display, the intensity in his eyes growing as he gazed down at you. You could feel the heat of his body against yours, the anticipation building between you. His cock brushed against your clit, a tantalizing tease that made you let out a soft, desperate moan.

Unable to resist the urge to touch him, you lowered your hands to feel him. He let out a quiet "tsk" and shook his head gently, guiding your hands back above your head. His lips curved into a soft smile, as he held you in place, his dominance making your heart race.

His eyes bore into yours with a gentle intensity as placed a pillow under your hips and positioned himself. With a deliberate yet tender motion, he guided himself slowly inside you, filling you inch by inch. A gasp escaped your lips as he leaned forward, pressing his forehead to yours and rocking his hips gently. Each movement sent shockwaves of pleasure through you, his pelvis brushing against your clit with every stroke, creating a delicious friction that made your toes curl.

He let go of your wrists and his lips met yours in a passionate kiss, and your breaths became shallow as you clung to his arms, your nails digging into his skin.

He maintained his agonizingly slow pace, a rhythm that kept you on the precipice of release. You could feel his eyes on you, studying your reactions before your eyes fluttered closed and your brows arched in pleasure. His hot breath danced on your skin as he whispered soft encouraging words, his lips trailing up your neck, nibbling your ear. Each touch, each whisper, pushed you closer to the edge, intensifying the pleasure that pulsed through every fiber of your being.

"Tell me what you want," he murmured, his voice a seductive melody that made your breath catch in your throat.

"I... I want," you stammered, your voice shaky with desire, your hands clutching at his chest.

"What?" he teased, slowing his pace even more, pulling all the way out before plunging back in, savoring the exquisite torture he was subjecting you to. "You have to tell me," he insisted, his words laced with a playful yet commanding tone.

"More, please," you begged. He took your hands from his chest and pinned your wrists above your head again, your body aching for more of his touch.

"Like this?" he asked, his thrusts becoming deeper and rougher, each one hitting your sweet spot with a precision that made you gasp in pleasure.

"Y-yes, yes, yes," you whimpered, your back arching involuntarily, your legs trembling beneath him as the pleasure intensified, pushing you closer to the edge of climax.

He leaned back, and his eyes locked onto yours, a warm smile forming on his face as he enjoyed the flush of your cheeks in response to his actions. With a gentle touch, he ran his thumb over your clit, feeling the immediate response of your body, tightening around him in pleasure. A low hum of approval escaped his lips as he continued to graze your clit, attuning himself to your body's responses.

The room was filled with the intoxicating sounds of your bodies colliding, mingled with soft moans and the crackling of the fire. Elijah's gaze darkened as the pace of his thrusts gradually increased, the desire between you igniting the air. He released your pinned wrists, his hands guiding your thighs up around your waist, spreading them wide, pushing his cock even deeper.

His thrusts grew more urgent, a relentless rhythm that was hard and passionate. Your body tensed, the overwhelming pleasure reaching its peak as you came completely undone, your head falling back, and your back arching as you moaned his name.

"That's it, beautiful wife," he said softly, his voice strained as his own peak approached.

His own climax surged through him, a wave of heat and pleasure washing over you both. He let out a low groan as his body relaxed. Leaning forward, he captured your lips in a passionate kiss, his mouth melding with yours in a heated exchange. The room seemed to pulse with the aftermath of your shared pleasure, the fire casting a warm, golden glow over your entwined bodies.

"You are perfect," he whispered against your lips, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into a sitting position in his lap. You were still breathless, placing your hands on his chest as you looked into his dark eyes.

"This is not how I pictured this night going," you said softly, a contented smile playing on your lips.

"How did you picture it?" He asked gently, his fingers tracing down your spine as he spoke.

You took a deep breath, your fingers tracing invisible patterns on his chest as you gathered the courage to speak your truth. "I thought you might kill me," you confessed, your voice barely audible, carrying the weight of your fears. "I have this fear of vampires. They killed my parents, and I've been haunted by that memory ever since."

Elijah's eyes softened with understanding, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. "I am truly sorry for the pain you've endured," he said, his voice laced with genuine empathy. "You're incredibly brave for facing your fears and allowing yourself to trust me."

You nodded, a lump forming in your throat as you continued. "My adoptive parents married me off to you as punishment, not expecting any kindness from you. But you've shown me a side of vampires I never knew existed. I didn't expect this... warmth, this understanding."

Elijah's hand cupped your face with a gentle reassurance. "I take my vows seriously," he said, his voice unwavering. "You are my wife now, and I will protect and care for you always."

In that moment, the warmth of his touch and the sincerity in his eyes filled you with hope, erasing some of the lingering pain and fear.

With a single, elegant motion, he effortlessly lifted you into his arms, holding you close as he guided both of you into the shower. The hot water cascaded over you, cleansing your bodies of the remnants of passion and desire. He gently pressed you against the cool, slick tile, his lips capturing yours in a soft, lingering kiss. His hands asserted a possessive grip on your waist, drawing your body in close to his.

You pulled back, your breath momentarily catching in your throat as his affectionate touch lingered. The hot water continued to flow over your relaxed bodies. "You know," you confessed, "I think I might actually really like you."

He grinned bashfully, his eyes filled with adoration, and leaned in to kiss you again. You could feel his cock harden against your leg, his desire reignited by your proximity.

You pushed lightly on his chest, moving both of you around so his back was against the tile, the warm water streaming down from above his head. You pressed your lips against his neck, then trailed kisses down his shoulder and chest.

Your hands glided over his damp skin, tracing the contours of his muscles as you moved downward, your lips leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. His breath hitched when you reached his abdomen, and you glanced up, locking eyes with him before continuing your descent.

You took his cock in your hand, feeling the weight and heat in your palm. His sharp intake of breath spurred you on, and you pressed a lingering kiss to the sensitive tip before trailing your tongue along his length, savoring the salty taste of his desire. His hand threaded through your hair, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.

You closed your lips around him, your tongue swirling around the sensitive head, eliciting a low groan from deep within his throat. The water cascading around both of you seemed to heighten the intensity of the moment, amplifying every sensation. His fingers tugged on your hair, his touch both commanding and gentle, guiding your pace.

His hips moved in response, a silent plea for more, and you obliged, taking him deeper. His groans filled the steamy air, your lips and tongue working in harmony to bring him to the brink, his breaths turning shallow and erratic. A satisfied smile played on your lips as you reveled in the power of making a man like him come undone.

You gazed up at him through your fluttering eyelashes, giving him your most innocent expression as you intensified your movements. You pushed your head further down, burying your face into his pelvis, and with a deep groan, he found release down your throat.

Elijah leaned against the tiled shower wall, catching his breath, a satiated smile playing on his lips as he looked down at you with admiration. You, on the other hand, wore a confident smirk, the satisfaction of pleasuring him evident in your eyes.

Elijah placed a gentle kiss on your lips as you stood together under the warm cascade of water, both of you still savoring the shared moment of passion. He then guided you out of the shower, wrapping a large, fluffy towel around your shoulders before drying himself off.

As you both made your way to the bedroom, the soft hum of the bathroom fan in the background, he looked at you with affection. "You're quite extraordinary," he whispered, his voice filled with warmth.

"Why? Was that your first blowjob?" You teased, giving him a sweet smile.

He let out a little chuckle, his laughter filled with warmth. He pulled the blankets back on the bed and you both got underneath them. You gladly snuggled up next to him, laying your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. In that moment, wrapped in his arms, you felt a sense of peace and contentment, knowing that you were exactly where you wanted to be.

{Part Two} {Part Three}

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hyperactivewhore · 4 months

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hi <3 i was wondering if you would be able to help me out. i was looking for an old elijah fic that i read on here a while back, i think it was still incomplete at the time; maybe about 2018 or so? but it basically starts off with the events of tvd s2 with the mc also being kidnapped alongside elena by trevor and rose. and then the salavatores come and rescue elena but leave the mc behind, and elijah ends up taking her with him. she ends up sticking with him and the mikaelson fam throughout the events bc the gang aren't very apologetic abt forgetting her. very bare bones unfortunately bc that's all i can remember.

Sorry, anon, no idea :(

I usually read only Klaus fanfictions or poly Mikaelson, but hopefully someone can recognize this fic for you.

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magicalqueennightmare · 4 months

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The Hybrid's Little Witch

Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Just a one shot of Klaus and his little witch giving into their feelings

Fluffy (ish) smut

“Don't you fucking turn your back on me!” You were so angry you were nearly shaking. You could feel your powers rolling just under your skin, threatening to slip out but you maintained your hold on it, telling yourself no matter the anger you held that the hybrid in front of you was indeed friend not foe.

Klaus spun to face you and a part of you was surprised to have blue eyes looking back at you. You'd expected the golden eyes of his beast to be looking back at you. “Why are you even still in New Orleans? You did your job little witch. Hayley and Hope are safe, any coven that was a threat to them have been eliminated”

“I don't answer to you Klaus and you don't own New Orleans. Hayley called me here to help protect her daughter or are you forgetting she's one third witch? She needs someone here to help with all aspects of who she is as she grows and Freya shouldn't be forced to stay in one place. I'm not leaving”

In a single heartbeat he was in front of you, hands on either side of your head effectively boxing you in if you didn't want to use your powers on him. A portion of your brain registered the fact that you had a wall at your back and a hybrid in front of you but the majority of your brain refused to cower.

He wanted anger, wanted rage, you'd give it to him. While it was true things had calmed down but after everything you knew being complacent was a mistake. He leaned down close enough that his lips nearly brushed your ear as he spoke “Her daughter? Are you forgetting that Hope is my daughter as well?”

You turned to look at him noticing how close your faces were before raising your chin defiantly to look him dead in the eye “and are you forgetting the number of times I've risked my life to ensure she was born, to ensure she stays alive and healthy? I'm owed a little slack even from you”

Damn him a smirk slipped onto his face as he said “Is that it little witch? You think I haven't shown you proper respect?” The last year came crashing down onto you at that moment, every time you'd faced a new threat, every moment you'd swallowed the pain so Hayley wouldn't know what protecting her and Hope was doing to you and every ounce of loneliness you'd felt your entire life mixed in with your anger. Anger that was now pointed at Klaus whether it was earned or not.

Your magic uncurled without you having to think about it and he stumbled back from you as if he'd been tased, hand splayed out across his chest. You felt a surge of pride mixed with a tiny bit of tension leaving your shoulders despite knowing you may very well be about to fight with the father of your best friend's child, the hybrid you were so damn attracted to yet refused to act on it.

“You haven't Klaus. I've done nothing but fight for your family since the moment I stepped foot in New Orleans. Yet you walk around like I'm a pet Hayley picked up and dragged home. I may not be as old as your family but I've seen hundreds of years pass. I could be anywhere in the world and I chose to be here. I get it, your past dealings with witches have been shit but I'm owed the respect I've earned even if you fucking hate me”

He rubbed his chest a moment and your eyes flickered towards the length of skin that showed from the unbuttoned henley, the long expanse of his neck and the curve of his collarbone distracting you. Jesus christ, the reasoning behind Hayley getting pregnant was crystal clear but you and he were hardly friends. He hated witches and that's what you were.

Another smirk slipped onto his face and he shook his head “That's where you're wrong, love. I don't hate you” you scoffed not letting your guard down but curious as well “How am I wrong?” He took a step towards you and you shook your head so he stopped, holding both hands up to say he wasn't coming any closer. “I don't hate you. Quite the opposite in fact”

You let just enough of your magic seep out to make the air in the room thicken just slightly “Cut the shit Klaus and say what you mean” he looked you up and down before running his thumb across his bottom lip “I've been trying to ignore how much I want my child's Godmother”

You felt your stomach flip “What?” He shrugged “You're beautiful, Intelligent, lovely with Hope. The fact that you're absolutely dangerous just adds to the allure. Hell if Elijah hadn't fallen for Hayley and Kol wasn't head over heels for a witch himself I'd have to fight them for your attention more so than I do as you being their friend”

“So, what baiting me into argument after argument was your form of flirting?” You zapped him again from pure frustration and he growled before moving faster than any other vampire you'd seen. He had you backed against a wall with your arms pinned over your head and was staring into your eyes “Tell me one time you don't want me as much as I want you little witch. That's all it takes”

Your chest was heaving like you'd run a marathon and you knew he could hear your heartbeat but in that moment you didn't care to be embarrassed of it. He was right, you wanted him. “And if I do want you?” You asked with a slight smile. He returned your smile before saying “Then I do this” he caught your lips in a bruising kiss, flicking his tongue against yours and swallowing the moan that the action pulled out of you.

You struggled to free your hands but his grip held tight. He pulled back to look at your eyes “Tell me what you want” you swallowed twice before saying “I want you to fuck me Klaus, hard” the smile he gave you made heat shoot straight to your stomach “Thought you'd never ask” in one fluid motion he released your hands and scooped you up into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist.

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You hooked your arms around his neck and he moved from your lips down across your jaw then to the sensitive flesh of your neck. He rolled his hips against yours and a gasp left you at feeling his hardening cock through the layers of jeans between it and your sensitive core. When he bit down just below your pulse point you moaned, fingers digging into his shoulders “Bed Klaus. You're not fucking me against a door dammit”

He chuckled against your skin “See? That dominating side of you. Can't wait to have you begging underneath me” You glared at him “I swear on everything” in a blur of movement he was up on the stairs and in his bedroom kicking the door shut with his foot then putting you down on your feet but backing you against the door in the same fluid motion.

He was everywhere, lips and teeth teasing your neck and jaw, hands roaming across what of your body he could reach while his hips rutted into yours pulling low moans from you at the action. One hand slid up to wrap around your throat as his mouth claimed yours. Your hands found his chest, clawing at his shirt, begging for more access to him “Eager are we?” He teased before leaning back from you enough to pull his shirt over his head and tossed it behind him.

He reached for your shirt but stopped with his hands just shy of it. He glanced at your face for permission and the moment you nodded he pulled the shirt over your head and a grin slipped onto his face that made your knees weaken “Oh I'm going to enjoy this” another quick kiss to your lips then he moved to your neck, biting down on the spot he previously had which made you moan his name.

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Instead of stopping he continued down, when he got to your still clothed breasts he reached behind you with one hand. You felt the clasp give before your bra was pulled from your body and tossed somewhere in the room. He reached for one of your breasts, teasing the nipple between his fingertips. Your breath was already coming in fast pants. It'd been a little too long since you had sex and the feelings that the hybrid was bringing out of you with so little action so far was a bit alarming.

When he lowered his mouth to the other one, your back arched off the door. He barely grazed your nipple with his teeth but you felt your legs quiver. “Love, when was the last time someone touched you? Other than your own hands?” He murmured and you closed your eyes in an attempt to slow your breathing “Before I came to New Orleans”

You half expected to see teasing in his eyes when you opened yours but instead there was a hunger there “Then I'll have to make sure you're satisfied” you weren't sure what he meant before he sank to his knees in front of you. “Klaus” you tried to find your voice but he simply tapped your left leg “Lift your foot”

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Within moments your boots and jeans were off your body leaving you in just a simple pair of black lace panties. “May I?” He asked and you nodded. He slid them off your legs and smiled up at you and gods the heat that flooded throughout your body at that moment could've torched the states between Louisiana and the Atlantic.

He dropped one of your legs over his shoulders before his head dipped between your thighs. The first swipe of his tongue was tentative, testing. When your fingers burying themselves in his hair was the answer he dove in. He was like a man starved and he meant to devour you to feed the hunger.

When his teeth grazed your clit you would've collapsed had it not been for his grip on you “Oh fuck Klaus” he added two fingers in with his tongue, curling them up to add pressure to that spot deep inside of you and that was all it took to push you over that edge. The burst of pleasure made your vision go soft around the edges. He worked you through your orgasm and only let up when you begged softly “Please Klaus, too much. Too much”

He rocked back on his heels, keeping two fingers inside of you to tease at your still sensitive clit “Already begging? I thought more of you” you knew your words would fall flat considering your legs were shaking but you still felt the need to say “Fuck you Klaus”

He buried his fingers to the knuckles and you moaned loudly “I believe that's where we're headed love” he pulled his fingers out and held your gaze as he sucked them into his mouth, rolling his tongue around them “Heavenly”

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He stood and when he got to his feet he picked you up, leaving you no choice but to wrap your still shaking legs around his slim waist. He walked over to the bed and laid you down almost gingerly. You looked up and realized he was still wearing jeans “You're overdressed Mikaelson” he grinned “Then by all means, come relieve me of them”

You sat up and moved to the end of the bed, pulling him to you by the front of his jeans. You made quick work of the zipper, pushing them off his hips. He helped you kick them off along with his boots. He was left in a pair of black boxers and the way his cock was straining against the material made your mouth water. “Take what you want” he spoke and you slid your hand below the waistband of his boxers, wrapping around his hard cock.

He groaned lightly as you began to stroke him. When you pushed his boxers down to be able to lick a strip from the base of his cock up to the head, rolling your tongue around to collect the beads of precum leaking out.

You sank your mouth down on him, taking as much of him as you could. When he hit the back of your throat you twisted your tongue around him as you worked your mouth. You could feel his hips tense and knew he was trying to hold back from thrusting into your mouth. He spoke your name twice before stepping back to pull himself free of your lips.

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“Get in the bed” you scooted up to the pillows and he smiled, wrapping a hand around his cock and stroking it lazily as he took in the sight of you laid out completely bared in his bed. He licked his lips then climbed into the bed.

There was almost an animalistic quality to him, a predator finally catching his prey. He started at your hips and worked his way up your body. You knew even with your healing you'd still be littered with marks from his lips for a day or two and something stirred inside you at the thought of carrying marks from Klaus.

When he got to your mouth he caught your lips in a bruising kiss that made your fingers bury into his hair. You felt his hard cock against your inner thigh and pulled back from the kiss “Fuck me already Klaus”

His hand slipped between you and you felt the head of his cock teasing at your entrance before he sank himself inside of you. The feeling of him stretching you caused you to close your eyes tightly. Klaus wasn't exactly small. After a moment the stretch gave way to pleasure.

He peppered kisses across your jaw and chest until you opened your eyes and met his. He took that as a go ahead and pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back into you. You gasped and he grinned. “You wanted it hard little witch?”

You nodded “Please” he chuckled and rolled his hips in a tight circle, watching your face as he did so. “Quit teasing Hybrid” you warned and he nodded before setting a punishing pace.

You were so damn close to that edge and wanted nothing more than to fall over but Klaus slowed his pace forcing your eyes to fly open “What the fuck?” He shrugged “You want to come, keep your eyes on me little witch. I want to watch you fall apart”

You nodded after a moment and he resumed the pace he knew you liked and when his fingers slipped between you to rub tight circles on your clit it took everything in you to keep your eyes open “Let me feel it” you felt that pressure burst and fell over that edge, your eyes watering in an urge to close them against the pleasure rolling through you.

You could feel his hips falter slightly and knew he was close. He buried his face into your neck and you felt his fangs tease the skin there, not biting but just applying enough pressure to make you clench around him as he came burying himself deep inside of you.

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When he drew back he smirked at you before catching your lips in one final kiss before pulling out of you. He moved to lay down next to you and pulled you over on his chest. “What now?” You asked once your breathing had returned to normal “Well this by far more enjoyable than fighting”

You raised your eyes to him and laughed “Are you really proposing we start fucking regularly?” He shrugged “I want you, you apparently want me. Come on love it doesn't have to be some epic meant to be thing but this was enjoyable for us both and we have to get along for Hayley and Hope's sake”

You shook your head and started to laugh but it turned into a yawn. “Get some sleep” he urged and even though you knew you should leave you found your eyes drifting shut. You were satisfied, warm and like it or not safe in Klaus’ arms.

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pairing(s): elijah x reader

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author’s note: hi! i’ve been very busy, still am, but i wanted to upload this bc it’s a) short and b) so sweet. i am still working on Switzerland pt. 3, it’s being revised & edited bc it’s long, that’s why it isn’t out yet. for now, please enjoy this & any other future ones. ok bye! remember to please comment and share, i enjoy reading everything!

“Hello, my name is Mrs. L’urange and I’m the principal. You must be Sebastian’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. Mikaelson.”

“Yes, I’m Elijah and this is my wife, Y/N Mikaelson.”

“It’s nice to meet you both. I apologize that it’s under such circumstances.”

“And what would those be?”

“Your son, Sebastian, was caught in a fight with another child.”

Sebastian was sitting on the couch, in the other room, with a teacher while the principal spoke to his parents. Y/N watched her son and stood quietly, letting Elijah speak on her behalf.

“Really? That doesn’t sound like him. Why is he over there?” Y/N spoke up.

“I had asked him to wait for you while I spoke to you first.”

“Ok well he can come now.”

The principal simply smiled and nodded to the teacher. The woman said something to Sebastian then ushered the boy out of the room.

“Mom! Dad!” Sebastian practically jumped on his parents.

“Hi love. Are you alright?” Y/N leaned down to greet her son.

“Yeah but I want to tell you what happened.”

“Oh there’s no need for that, I already did.” The principal interjected.

“But that’s-”

Mrs. L’urange didn’t let him finish his sentence. “I have the complaint form filled out already. Your signatures will be needed below.”

“Actually I want to hear what my son has to say.” Elijah said, smiling at the woman. He knew exactly what he was doing because she agreed even though it was a bit reluctant.

“Well I was playing at the swings and this boy came over. He wanted a turn but I wasn’t done yet. I told him he can have a different swing but he refused and pushed me.”

“And what happened?” Y/N asked.

“I said ‘that wasn’t very nice’ and reached for the swing. He pulled it to him and hit me in the face with the seat so I punched him. He started bleeding and cried. My teacher said I needed to go to the office.”

Y/N looked up at her husband then the principal. She stood up, walked forward to the desk and grabbed the form.

“Why does this say my son is suspended and the child is reprimanded?”

“Your son started a fight.” Mrs. L’urange replied.

“I wouldn’t call a punch a fight. And he wouldn’t have needed to punch him had the boy gone to play on a different swing.” Y/N placed her hands on her hips, glaring at the woman.

“No child is allowed to hit another.”

“Good then this boy should be suspended as well.” Y/N retorted.

“That’s not how it works ma’am.”

“Do not ma’am me.” Y/N turned to her son “Honey, who is this boy?”

“Kaden. He’s in my homeroom.” Sebastian smiled at his mother.

He knew she would stand up for him to anyone, no matter what. Before Y/N could say something that couldn’t be taken back, Elijah stepped forward and gently caressed her back. He knew his wife was unstoppable when it came to their children and he’d never hold her back, if anything he’d cheer but not now. Arguing back and forth wasn’t going to change anything.

“Darling, let me. Take Seb outside and wait please?” Elijah asked her, still soothing her back.

“Okay but he’s not being suspended for this. Not if I have anything to say about it.”

“Yes darling.” Elijah kissed his wife’s forehead as he handed her the car keys.

Once Y/N and Sebastian were out of the office, past the secretary’s front desk, and outside of the building, Elijah turned to the teacher and the principal. They didn’t know what they were in for but judging from the look in his eyes, they had no chance of winning this.

Minutes later Elijah walks out with a smile and is greeted by his wife and siblings. Y/N and Elijah were out when they received the phone call from the school, his siblings had asked to be kept in the loop. Y/N had just finished informing them of what happened.

“Well? What did she say?” His sister, Rebekah, spoke first.

“Hello sister. She didn’t say much but she said she’ll let it go.” Elijah sent Y/N a smile.

“Good because the board would’ve heard from me.”

“I’m sure they would.” Elijah knew his wife too well.

“Well since we’re here, let’s get Ellie too.”

“We’ll go get her.” Rebekah volunteered and sped into the building before Elijah or Y/N could say anything. Niklaus shrugged and followed his sister.

They walked to the front desk and was met with an elderly woman, she seemed almost in her early 60s. The woman didn’t lift her eyes, only reached for the telephone next to her and waited. Rebekah and Niklaus watched her. Neither said a word until she looked up at them through her glasses.

“You’re here for someone I assume. Who is it and are you the parent?” Her voice didn’t even match her face. It sounded much younger than one would think.

“Yes, we’re here for Madeliné Mikaelson.” Rebekah replied with a smile.

“Are you the parent?”

“No, I’m her aunt.”

“Are you on the contact list?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.”

The woman took her time to search through a book then searched on the computer.

Niklaus whispered to Rebekah, “I could’ve quickly taken her by now and we’d be gone.”

“We’re not kidnapping our niece Nik!”

Finally the woman spoke again. “What is your reasoning for the early dismissal?”

“Because I bloody can.” Rebekah was irritated by this point.

After ten excruciatingly long minutes, Madeliné was escorted with a teacher to the office. The moment she saw her aunt, she ran away from her teacher towards her.

“Auntie Bex! Uncle Nikky!” Madeliné shouted.

“My sweet girl!” Rebekah lowered herself down to wrap her niece in a bear hug.

“There’s my girl.” Niklaus was next to hug her then he lifted her into his arms.

Madeliné had always liked the nickname Ellie because it was similar to her father’s name, Elijah. It was easy to see that she was her father’s little princess. Once they were all outside, she smiled widely when she saw her mother. Niklaus gently put her down and she ran over, Y/N opened her arms wide, showering her daughter with kisses as she giggled.

“Where’s daddy?” before Y/N can answer, she hears a response.

Elijah called out “Princess?” and popped up from the other side of the car. Y/N handed her daughter over and Elijah smiled down at his little girl.

“Can I ride home with Auntie Bex and Uncle Nikky?” asked Madeliné.

“If they’re alright with it, why not?” Elijah replied as he looked at his siblings.

“Of course darling!” Rebekah quickly replied with a smile.

“Me too! Don’t leave me!” A voice spoke out from the car, it was Sebastian.

“Seb? Why are you here?” Madeliné asked.

“I punch-” he stopped himself as he looked at his parents then whispered to his sister “I’ll tell you later.”

Elijah chuckled and Y/N told Rebekah and Niklaus that they were going to pick up their youngest. So they split up, Rebekah and Klaus head home and Elijah and Y/N go to the daycare.

“Ok they’re gone, now tell me.” Madeliné urged her brother.

“Well I punched Kaden because he hit me with the swing seat.”

“Oh no! What happened?”

“I feel bad because he was bleeding but he cried like a little girl so that was funny.”

“Seb! We don’t hit anyone, mom and dad will be mad.” Madeliné warned her brother.

“Only because Mrs. Orange told mom and dad but dad spoke to her.

“Mrs. L’urange?” Madeliné asked.

“Yeah, that’s what I said, Mrs. Orange.” Sebastian smiled.

“Did you start the fight?” Rebekah asked her nephew.

“No, I was swinging by myself.”

“Well then you stood up for yourself and I’m proud.” Niklaus smiled, looking at his nephew through the rearview mirror.

“Really Uncle Nik? Dad seemed sad.”

“Yes really. Ah he’ll get over it, there’s time for words and time for action.”

“Don’t teach the children violence!” Rebekah lightly hits her brother’s arm.

“It’s not, I’m just proud of him. He’s now a real Mikaelson.”

“Am I a Mikaelson Uncle Nikky?” Madeliné wonders out loud.

“Of course sweetheart, you’re my favorite niece.”

“Silly, I’m your only niece!” Madeliné laughs at her uncle but is happy with the reassurance.

“Can we get ice cream?” Sebastian chimes in.

“You haven’t had your meal yet. You know it’s only after dinner.” Rebekah reminds him.

“But it’s just a snack. I won’t tell mom or dad, promise!”

“Sebastian-” Rebekah starts.

“Or I’ll tell dad Uncle Nik told us to fight others.” Sebastian innocently smiles at his aunt.

Niklaus laughs at his little nephew. “My My aren’t you an extortionist. And that’s not even what I said.”

“Yeah yeah. Potato potato, tomato tomato.”

“So do we have a deal? Ice cream for our silence?” Madeliné chimes in to support her brother.

“You are Mikaelsons.” Niklaus smirks and nods his head. He makes a different turn, away from home, and drives towards the nearest ice cream place. Rebekah tuts but hides her smile.

Elijah and Y/N made it to the daycare in peaceful silence. Y/N is thinking of how to approach her kids on the topic of standing their ground and self defense. Elijah is mentally applauding himself for his son’s courage.

“We need to talk to him. I’m glad he stood up for himself but I don’t want it to become an issue.” Y/N speaks into the silence.

“We will darling. I highly doubt it would become a repeating offense.”

“I hope not.”

“It sounds like he had a fantastic swing.” Elijah smirks.

“Eli!”

“The child cried apparently.”

“Yes because his nose is possibly broken and he bled!”

“Darling I do not condone violence but I am proud of him. I know secretly you are too.” Elijah reaches for his wife’s hand and kisses the back of it.

Y/N kept her gaze forward in order to hide her smile from him. He lets her hand go and gets out of the car then walks around to her side and opens the passenger door. Holding out his hand for her. She gladly takes it, leans forward to press a soft kiss on his cheek.

“I am proud.” Is all she says before walking towards the front doors of the daycare building.

In no time at all, they find their child’s room. It was two hours past lunchtime so all the toddlers were down for their naps. Y/N heads to the cubicles, cubbies, and starts gathering her son’s items. Elijah walks into the room to pick up their son.

“Oh hello! You’re so early today!” Miss Heather, their son’s main teacher, greeted him.

“Yes, I apologize. Is it not allowed?”

“Of course! I’m so sorry, I just meant that I’m surprised.”

Elijah simply smiled at her then looked past her shoulder at the rows of cribs with sleeping toddlers.

“Theo had a bit of a rough morning.” A voice spoke from behind him.

Theodore was the youngest Mikaelson. Y/N and Elijah had given their children French royalty names. It was a mixture of Elijah loving that time period and also Y/N’s obsession with royals.

“Why? What’s wrong?” Y/N had grabbed all of Theo’s things and was standing by the door when she overhead.

“He had a bit of a fever around 9 this morning though he ate all his breakfast. He didn’t play as he usually does, I read him several books while we rocked on the chair. He had a few bites of his lunch but didn’t finish and he didn’t want snacks.”

“Did you give him anything for the fever?” Elijah asked, he had somehow walked across the entire room and was now standing next to Theo’s crib.

“No, I didn’t think I was allowed to. I used a cold damp towel on his forehead and placed it on his back as well. His temperature dropped within a few minutes.”

“Did he cry or anything?” Y/N was looking at her sleeping child from the other side of the room.

“No, he actually fell asleep quickly. We moved his crib closer to the back because it’s cooler but added one extra blanket.”

“And who are you?” Elijah tore his gaze from Theo to face the young woman.

“I’m sorry, I’m Millie. I’m a teacher in training so I help out here and do whatever Miss Heather asks.” Millie introduced herself.

Y/N couldn’t help but notice that the girl kept staring at Elijah the entire time. She didn’t turn around once, not even when Y/N had asked her questions directly.

Elijah reached down and picked Theodore from his crib, he placed the blankets back down on the bed. Y/N reached into the bag in search of a light blanket and found one. The room was cool and it was a bit chilly outside. Once Elijah reached her, she threw the blanket over him and covered both of them.

“Is everything alright?” Miss Heather asked.

“Yes, why?” Elijah responded.

“Normally only one of you picks him up. Today you both did and it’s earlier than usual.”

“We just wanted to pick him up early today.”

Y/N walked out of the room first then Elijah followed behind with Theo laid over his shoulder. They walked down the hallway quietly until they reached outside. Once Theo was in his car seat and his bag was in the car, Y/N remembered something. She had forgotten to sign the papers. Whenever a parent picked up their child, they had to sign the time and day as they would in the morning when they dropped off.

Elijah told her it was alright, he’d return inside to do it. He briskly walked back and right before he entered the room, he heard them. There were sounds of different women speaking, it sounded like Miss Heather and Millie but also others. They were speaking about him.

“Oh. My. Goodness. Did y’all see him? That suit?!”

“How does she only have three children with him? If it were me, we’d be on baby number 10!”

“I ain’t never been jealous of any woman but his wife is so blessed.”

“What I’d give to switch lives with her for a day!”

“A day?? He seems like he knows what to do. Didn’t y’all see his arms? I need 10 minutes only.”

“Ugh, he’s such a dilf.”

It took Elijah only minutes to fully understand what they were speaking of. If only they knew, he had four children but they were partly right, he’d love to have more with Y/N. He couldn’t help smirking to himself, something about the way these women spoke of him excited him. To their dismay, all he could think about was his wife.

He couldn’t wait to tell her because he knew her reaction. He knew that she’d say something that bordered near jealousy but that wouldn’t faze him. Oh hell no. If anything, it’d turn him on even more. Y/N being jealous is one of the sexiest things he loved, there were more things but this was the lesser of the provocative ones. Gathering himself and wiping that smile off his face, he walked forward and opened the door.

“I’m sorry. My wife reminded me that we forgot to sign.”

“Oh yes! Let me go get the book.” Miss Heather quickly got up from her seat.

There were five women in the room, 3 new faces he didn’t know. They were all sat in a circle, their conversation had grown quiet. The teacher returned with the book and placed it on the desk. Elijah searched for a pen from the inside of his suit, purposely moving slowly because he was aware of their eyes on him. He found it, pulled it out slowly then clicked the top of it, stretching his fingers a bit in the process. With so much grace, he signed quickly and closed the book. The pen returned to its place in his jacket and he said his goodbyes.

The women waited until they no longer could hear the sound of his footsteps and started their gossip anew. Elijah simply smirked like a giddy child impatient to tell his wife. Her jealousy meant she’d be dominant and he submissive, he’d never publicly admit it because only she knew of his willingness.

Once he got to the car, he couldn’t shake off what one woman said. He turned to Y/N and prepared himself.

“Can I ask you something?” He started.

“Is everything ok?” Y/N was calm but he could sense her slightly worrying.

“Yes, I just heard something and wanted to ask you about it.”

“Alright, what is it?”

“What is a dilf?”

Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed then a gigantic smile wormed it’s way onto her face. In a mere matter of seconds, she broke out into fits of giggles. Elijah was completely confused. Did the women call him something rude and offensive? If so, why would his wife laugh? Of course he hadn’t told her where he heard the word or from whom but still.

Elijah cleared his throat and looked at Y/N. “What is it?”

Y/N tried her absolute best to control herself but she simply couldn’t. She wasn’t even able to let out any words that were comprehensible.

“Who-” She laughed “Wh-where did y-you hear…?”

“The daycare women. Is it bad?”

The thing that was making her laugh uncontrollably was his cluelessness. It made him seem so purely innocent.

Y/N placed a hand over her chest in hopes to stop herself then spoke slowly to pace her words otherwise she’d laugh all over again. “A dilf is like a milf.”

Elijah blinked at her. Y/N softly smiled and reached for his hand, which he let her so she kissed his finger and quickly licked it before he could even react. The mood in the car was slowly shifting from an innocent fun one to a playful one.

“Dilf stands for dad I’d like to fuck. Some women call their husbands, daddy and not in the childlike way.” Y/N looked up at her husband in a way only he understood.

Elijah’s eyes grew wide and he coughed. Holy shit, had those women been thinking of more than sex with him? The thought of it didn’t appeal to him at all but knowing that his wife saw him as a dilf gave him ideas.

He cocked his head to the side and asked her, “Is that how you see me, as a dilf?”

“I’m surprised you didn’t know this already.”

“I don’t know how I didn’t either. We’ll have to change that.”

“Oh darling I can’t wait.” Y/N bit her lip and smiled to herself.

Thank goodness his siblings had taken their other children out for ice cream, Rebekah had informed him. He had about an hour with Y/N without worrying about traumatizing his children or being taunted by his siblings. They rarely ever had daytime sex so during the drive home, he was going to let his mind wonder on all the possibilities.

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