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TK clocked his ass so hard and he had only known him a couple days.

Now I want Carlos to message Buck on ig when they get back and be like,

Carlos: Heard you were flirting with my boyfriend.

and Buck gets the message and is freaking out because shit, TK's boyfriend is a police officer, and huge, and looks kinda scary and also hot as fuck.

Buck: I wasn't flirting!

And Eddie walks by and sees the look on Buck's face and asks what's wrong.

"Who you messaging?"

"Carlos..."

"Who's Carlos?" Eddie asks, raising a brow.

"Uhm, TK's boyfriend."

"TK has a boyfriend? Why's he messaging you?" Eddie asks, sitting down beside him, raising a brow. He already doesn't like this Carlos.

"He thinks I was flirting with TK."

"Were you?"

"What? No!"

Another message comes through.

Carlos: Don't you hit on my boyfriend again or else...

"And now he's threatening me..." Buck whispers. "And he's a cop."

"Threatening you?" Eddie asks.

Buck nods, showing Eddie the message.

"Yeah, well, tell him your boyfriend can fight," he says leaning back against the couch.

Buck's eyes go wide. "What?!" He squeaks.

Eddie smirks. "He doesn't need to know I'm not actually your boyfriend."

"Right, okay..."

Buck: Yeah, well, my boyfriend can fight. I don't need to be flirting with yours. Mine takes care of me plenty.

Carlos: Does he now? 😏 This boyfriend got a name? Or a face?

Buck: Eddie.

Buck: *Image attached*

Carlos: Eddie Diaz is your boyfriend?!

Buck's brows furrow.

Buck: You know Eddie?

Carlos: Our parents are friends.

"Eddie, he says he knows you."

"From where?" Eddie asks.

"Carlos Reyes. Your parents are friends apparently."

"Reyes? No way!" He grabs Buck's phone from him and looks at Carlos' picture. "Shit, it is him."

He calls Carlos through insta.

"Reyes."

"Diaz."

"Holy hell, man, it's been years!"

18+ - Klaus Mikaelson x Reader - 7.4k words

AUTHORS NOTE — this is the filthiest thing i’ve ever written- sorry not sorry !!! the idea just came to me out of the blue and i just HAD to sit down and write it all in one go GIGGLES i hope y’all like it !! please don’t hesitate to like, comment and reblog, if you enjoyed it ! MWUAH

You accuse Klaus of using you, he reacts differently than you’d expect.

Warnings: pwp (plot if you squint, really), smut - filthy, filthy smut - irregular use of past and present tense (its my downfall, y’all, sorry), swear words, dirty talk, oral (male receiving), fingering (female receiving), rough sex, biting, multiple orgasms, restraining of limbs, overstimulation, slight dub-con(?), consensual sex, squirting, penis-in-vagina sex, breeding, size kink if you squint, unsafe sex (wrap it up, pookies!), teasing idiots in love that can’t say their feelings out loud, klaus being klaus, a little fluff snuck in their all on its own oops, not proofread, spelling and grammar mistakes

You’re sitting by the fire at the Salvatore boarding-house, reading a book, when a loud, demanding voice pulls you from your thoughts, breaking your concentration. Ruining your moment of peace.

“Where’s Damon?” The familiar British accent immediately gives its owner away: Klaus.

You resist the urge to roll your eyes, instead closing the book - taking a mental note of the page number - before looking up.

He steps into the living room, eyes immediately finding your form on the couch. He’s in a bad mood. Great, you think.

“I don’t know, Klaus.” Your tone is sharp, yet respectful. Pissing him off when he’s in a bad mood is not a good idea. Although he’s never hurt you specifically, he’s hurt your friends plenty of times, and that’s enough warning for you.

He huffs, crossing his arms almost like a child, you think. You’d think he’d matured by now, having lived for over a thousand years, but no, he was impossibly immature sometimes.

Klaus just glares at you for a moment, and you glare back. Not one to back down so easily. Then he plops himself down in the armchair across from you, eyes narrowing as he looks at you almost suspiciously.

The two of you sit in silence for what seems like several minutes, and you feel yourself growing more and more annoyed. In the end, you're the one to break the silence.

“Is there anything else I can help you with, Klaus?” Voice even sharper than before.

He doesn't answer you right away, his eyes instead roaming over your form. Almost like he’s studying you. It's unnerving, and makes you sit up straighter.

He huffs once more, mirroring you, by sitting up straighter, too. “Just wondering where Damon is, love.”

Your heart betrays you then, fluttering slightly at the nickname. You will it to stop. You’re not special, you remind yourself. He calls every woman that. Not that you want to be special. That’s what you tell yourself, at least.

If he picks up on your heartbeat, he says nothing. You just hope he didn't notice; too busy being suspicious or annoyed, or whatever he’s feeling.

You shift a little on the couch, but refuse to look away. Refuse to back down.

“I don’t know where he is. Sorry,” You quickly add the last part, not wanting to egg him on.

“Don’t know, or won’t tell?” He doesn’t believe you. And why should he? You're on opposite sides. Enemies.

Elena is your friend, Stefan her boyfriend. Damon is your ally by default. Not that you particularly like him. Still, that doesn’t mean you want him dead - or whatever Klaus has planned for him.

“What makes you so sure I'd tell you if I knew?” The words leave your lips before you have a chance to think them over. Challenging him.

For a moment, he stills. Jaw clenching. Then, he smiles. A devious thing, head tilted just barely to the left, as his eyes pierce yours. He’s amused.

“You never were a very good liar,” He pauses, the smile growing. “At least, not with me.”

His words hit you like a gust of wind, making your resolve falter. Your own eyes narrowing, ears burning. You can only hope your face isn’t heating up too. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

His words are.. somewhat true. Not that you’d ever admit to it out loud.

These days, your friends hardly included you in their schemes. At least, not when Klaus was involved. But it hadn’t always been like that.

In the beginning, Damon had asked you to distract Klaus, and more than once. Every single time, you’d end up breaking, and telling him the truth. Betraying Damon, and your friends.

The first time it happened, you were sure Damon would kill you. Snap your neck, or something worse. Stefan and Elena had talked him down, convincing him that it wasn’t your fault. You were just a human, and Klaus was a thousand year old vampire. Powerful, terrifying. They’d even scolded him for using you in the first place.

You were only used for emergencies, after that. Five times, you’d been the distraction, and all five times, you’d caved to him. But not out of fear, as your friends assumed. No, you’d caved because of his charm.

The way he’d smile at you, so genuine, and almost affectionate. At the way his eyes would light up, just for a second, when you had approached him, before hardening once more. Never unfriendly, but closed off, still. Each time, his walls would crumble, little by little, and so would yours.

The last time it happened, you’d been told to distract him at The Grill. Keep him occupied, while Damon was snooping around in his apartment. He’d smiled, once his eyes caught yours, blue eyes piercing through you, as you sat down besides him.

You always felt as though he knew exactly what you were doing, even if he didn’t say it out loud. He was far too perceptive not to, you thought.

As they began talking, the way he was looking at you, it made your entire body flush with something unnamed. Looking at you with such- genuine, unabashed interest, as you droned on and on about something entirely inconsequential.

When he’d allowed you to speak for what seemed like an eternity, and you’d finally ran out of stuff to say, he’d just- looked at you with a knowing smile. Eyes gleaming with amusement, with mischief. And then he called you out.

“You’ve been a wonderful distraction, love,” His smirk had almost taken your breath away. “But, I think it’s time for you to stop this little charade, and tell me what your friends are planning this time.” He spoke with such finality, knowing you’d break down, and tell him what he wanted. As you always did.

And you had done just that. Little to no persuasion needed. He’d smiled, thanked you and left you at the bar, feeling embarrassed and ashamed. Wondering why he had such a hold on you, when you were supposed to hate him.

That was the last time your friends had included you in their plans. After that, you were kept on the sideline whenever Klaus was involved.

You blink a few times. So caught up in your memories, you realized you’ve completely zoned out. Klaus is looking at you with a smug expression on his face. Lips curled into something devilish.

You feel the words catching in your throat, not sure how to respond to his words. They’re true, of course they are, but you don’t want to admit it. Least of all to him.

Your mouth opens and closes for a few moments, before staying shut, finally lowering your head, avoiding his eyes. Ashamed.

Hair falling in front of your face, to hide your shame.

He chuckles, a low, almost cruel thing. Clearly amused by your reaction, and your sudden lack of words. He’s enjoying this, you realize. Making you speechless. You should hate him for it, but you can’t find it in yourself.

You feel his eyes on you, even when you’re not looking. Studying you, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Your fingers begin fumbling with a loose thread on your pajama pants. Suddenly painfully aware of yourself, and what you’re wearing.

Your hair is loose, and slightly disheveled from moving against the velvet cushions on the couch. You discarded your sweater hours ago, now lying on the rug between the two of you, almost under the coffee table. Underneath it, a black top, trimmed with lace. Your pajama pants loose, the fabric thin, and almost see through. Almost.

You’re not wearing a bra, either. Why would you? You’re the only one here, both Stefan and Damon having left hours ago. You wanted to relax, to curl up on the couch, and read. Be alone.

But now you're not alone: Klaus is here, his eyes roaming your body, drinking in your every movement. No doubt listening to the rapid beating of your heart, and the way your pulse seems to have quickened under his gaze.

You gulp down on a lump of air, eyes still trained on the book in your hands. Still not able to look up and meet his gaze.

“Look at me.” He says. Demands. You obey, no hesitation. It only furthers your embarrassment. Your head tilts back up, face no longer obscured by your hair.

The way he looks at you, it’s almost too much.

Klaus is leaning back in the armchair, like a king would his throne. Relaxed, smug. His entire face lid up by the devious smirk splaying on his lips. He looks positively terrifying. Yet, you find yourself not scared, but almost.. enthralled, instead. Your body leaning towards him, entirely by instinct. He’s like a magnet, drawing you in.

“There she is,” He says, voice barely a whisper, almost as if speaking to himself. His eyes willing yours to look into his. If you weren’t wearing vervain, you’d probably wonder whether he was compelling you or not.

“Now tell me the truth, love. Where is Damon?” His voice is no longer annoyed, but instead dripping with amusement. He has you right where he wants you. He knew it, you knew it.

“He left with Stefan hours ago.” The words spill off your lips before you even have a chance to think about it.

“And where did he go, love?” Eyes narrowing very slightly, still not entirely convinced you wouldn’t try and deceive him again.

“I don’t know..” You trailed off, teeth biting down to nibble on your lower lip. A nervous habit of yours. “I promise.”

For what seemed like an eternity, Klaus just stared at you. Stared through you. His smile had faltered, the suspicion now back with full force. You shrunk slightly under his gaze, the power he had over you undeniable. Finally, he smiled. A lazy thing. But his eyes didn’t leave you.

“I believe you,” Pausing, as his face tilted, studying you. “But I do wonder..” Voice trailing off, now lazying on his chair (throne), legs spread out, arms on each rest. Staring you down, your eyes still unable to leave him.

“Why are you so loyal to them? You’re nothing but a pawn. Something to be used, and then discarded when you’ve outrun your use.”

If his earlier words had hit you like a gust of wind, this time, they hit you like a slap to the face. Deep down, you knew it wasn’t true. Elena and Stefan, they cared for you. They were your friends. Even Damon seemed to care, in his own, twisted way.

But coming from Klaus, the words seemed so.. final. They seemed true, and it made you question yourself.

“That’s..” You didn’t know how to respond. What to say, or how to deny it. What if it was true? What if you were just that; a pawn? Someone, something, to be used, and then tossed aside?

You felt the corners of your eyes beginning to sting. No doubt glazed over. You refused to cry in front of him; refused to give him the satisfaction.

Suddenly, you feel anger bubbling up inside of you. Anger directed at him, and not at your friends.

“And what about you?” Your eyes still trained on him, when you continue, “You use me. You use me, and then throw me away.” Your whole body now shaking with anger.

His face changes in an instant. Where his lips were once curled up in a smirk, they’re now a straight line. His jaw clenched, his whole face tense. Eyes darkening. Cold. The walls back up. He’s angry, you realize.

Why is he angry with you?

In a blur of motion, he’s left the chair. Standing right in front of the couch, glaring down at you with an almost murderous expression. For a second, you fill with dread. You poked the bear, and now he was going to hurt you.

But instead, he leans down, body and face, inching closer and closer to your own. You can’t move, suddenly frozen. Glued to your spot on the couch. All you can do is look at him, and gulp down a big lump of air. Your pulse impossibly fast, same as your heart.

His hands find the backrest, his arms now caging you in. His face is so close, that you can feel his breath on your skin, causing goosebumps to appear on any and all exposed skin. His scent engulfs you, causing your eyes to flutter. Lashes tickling your cheeks for mere moments. His cologne, something earthy and expensive, mixed with something that's just.. him. Musky, warm. Manly.

You smell whiskey, too. And something else. Copper. Your heart skips several beats. Blood.

You should be frightened, should want to escape. Instead, your thighs begin to rub against each other, entirely subconsciously. On instinct. You’ve never felt so ashamed in your life.

If he notices, he says nothing. He just keeps glaring down on you, jaw clenched, lips in a thin line. For what feels like an eternity, he does that. You stare back, helpless. Then, he opens his mouth. He’s angry.

“You think I use you?” His voice barely above a whisper. He’s not angry, he’s seething. “You dare compare me to those.. imbeciles, you call your friends?” You gasp.

“I would never use you,” This time his voice is laced with something else, now. A gentleness, perhaps? Your ears must be betraying you, your mind trying to trick you.

“All those times you came to me, distracting me,” So he does know. Are you even surprised?

“I allowed you to do just that. Distract me. Did it ever occur to you why I would do such a thing?” Your brows furrow, searching towards the middle of your face. What’s that supposed to mean?

He leans impossibly closer, his breath but a whisper on your lips. A promise..

Blue eyes searching your face, faltering to your lips several times, before catching your eyes once more. “You..” His eyes fall to your lips, seemingly lost for words. Klaus Mikaelson, lost for words. Now that’s a first.

Something awakens inside of you. Something almost primal. Before you can think further of it, or begin to second-guess yourself, you’ve wrapped your arms around his neck, and pressed your lips to his in a searing kiss. Eyes closed, your knees now on the cushions, body leaning up, trying to get closer. Needing to get closer.

He seems taken aback; but the hesitation disappears just as quickly as it appeared. In another blur of motion - no doubt with the help of his supernatural abilities - you’ve switched places.

Now he is the one sitting on the couch, you in his lap, legs straddling his left thight. Your arms around his neck, his around your waist, pulling you snug against his chest.

His grip is possessive, his lips demanding. The kiss all teeth and tongue. Your hands quickly find their way up into his blonde curls, tugging desperately. You feel the growl in his chest, before you feel it on your lips.

His hands are on your hips, grinding your core down against his thigh. You gasp into the kiss, the jolt of arousal shooting through you, so powerful, one would think you’d been struck by lightning.

You’re no doubt soaked already, and the thin fabric of your pants are doing absolutely nothing to hide your slick from him. You don’t have time to feel embarrassed, too busy grinding down on him, as his hands guide you.

Needing air, you pull yourself from his lips. Panting, and your eyes still closed.

“You’re stunning, love..” Your eyes open at that, and the image that greets you almost takes your breath away.

Klaus is looking at you with unabashed affection and arousal, lips parted, and kiss-swollen, cheeks heated, pupils dilated. Slightly out of breath.

You feel your heartstrings tugging, and though you try to push it away, it stays in the back of your mind the whole time.

You’re blushing, you're sure of it. In fact, you’re pretty sure you’re flushed from your chest, up your neck, and all the way to your ears. His eyes seem to drink it in.

Too embarrassed to have him looking at you like that for any longer, you dive back in for another kiss. This time with even more passion than the first time. Teeth nipping gently at his lower lip, fingers carting through his curls, tugging a little harder than before.

He seems to like this, judging from the growl emitting from deep within his chest. A growl that turns into a moan. It’s like music to your ears, and you feel yourself grinding down against his thigh with almost feverish movements. The rough fabric of his jeans, even through your own layer of clothes, rubbing deliciously against your core. He seems to like this, too.

His left hand leaves your hip, and instead starts trailing up your side. His touch feather-like, and so sensual, you feel your whole body shivering with anticipation. “So responsive..” he whispers against your lips, before trailing them down your jaw, and the front of your throat.

You crane your neck, instantly allowing him to continue. His grip on your now positively bruising.

“So needy,” his hand keeps trailing up your ribs, fingers nearing your breasts. You gasp, when he cups the plump flesh through your shirt. He hums in approval. Your nipples are already painfully hard, but they seem to peak even further, at his touch.

You’re practically rutting against him now, causing him to tut mockingly against your throat.

“Impatient, too.” He’s mocking you, and deriving immense pleasure from it.

With just the one hand on your hip, he stills your movement. Sometimes it’s easy to forget just how strong he is, what with his lean figure. But he is. Impossibly strong.

But instead of being scared, you feel your walls clenching. Your underwear no doubt soaked. For a short moment, you wonder if he can smell it; your arousal. But, you’re quickly distracted by Klaus, both hands now on your shirt, ripping the front in half, unceremoniously.

The cold air hits your nipples with such intensity that you instinctively buck forward, seeking his warmth. He stops you, tutting at you. Eyes gleaming with mischief and desire, as he’s now pulled away from your throat, instead looking at you with a wolf-like grin.

You shiver under his gaze, eyes freely roaming your newly exposed skin. “Beautiful..” he mumbles, mostly to himself, it seems. Before you can shy away, or cover your breasts, he’s pouncing. Lips wrapping around one nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive skin, his hand twists the other, boarding on the side of painful, yet so delicious.

You moan, loudly, bucking into his touch. Hands going back to play with the curls at the nape of his neck. Pulling, tugging. His control seems to falter at that, and suddenly you feel his fangs grazing the sensitive skin around your nipple.

You gasp, and he pulls away, just a mere inches. Eyes so blown out with desire, the blue has almost disappeared. “Careful, love,” he whispers into your skin, as his lips begin kissing their way up the valley of your breasts. Both hands now massaging the plump flesh, fingers tugging at your nipples in between tender touches.

As his mouth makes its way to your throat, he begins nipping at the skin with blunt teeth, sucking small marks into your exposed flesh. He’s marking you, you realize. Marking you in places where everyone will be able to see, unless you deliberately cover them up. 

It sends a thrill through your body, and a shiver down your spine. Fingers tightening their grip on his curls, needing to anchor yourself to him

“You like it, don’t you, love?” Pausing only to nip at your jaw. “Like it when I mark you like this.” You can do nothing but whimper, and nod your head weakly. That isn’t enough for him, and he twists your nipples so hard, the pain almost overtakes the pleasure. You quickly correct your mistake.

“Yes-” Your voice shakes as you finally answer his question, not able to form a coherent sentence, so you opt for a single word. He smiles against your skin, “Good girl.”

Oh god. You whimper again; a needy little, breathless thing. His smile grows against your jaw, as it travels to your ear, teeth nipping at your earlobe, teasingly, “You like that too?” This time you immediately use your words.

“Y-yes..” even shakkier than before. He hums approvingly into your ear, kissing the sensitive skin just below, before pulling his face away, to look down at his work.

Your skin is flushed, your body visibly shaking with arousal. There’s small marks, bruises, everywhere; on your collarbones, your throat, trailing all the way up your neck. Your nipples raw and red from all the tugging and twisting. Klaus looks at you almost in awe, lips parted, before his eyes find yours. “Fuck, love..” he sounds absolutely wrecked already. Just as you feel. But, you need more. Need him.

Despite his earlier warning, your hips jerk forward, rutting your slick, throbbing core against his thigh, just once. His eyes immediately follow the movement, and for a split second, you can see his resolve crumbling, you can see him fighting himself. And it lights a fire inside of you.

Leaning in, you begin to kiss down his throat, hands trailing down the front of his shirt, feeling the taut muscles underneath the fabric. When your hands reach his pants, you suck your own little bruise into his skin, just beneath his jaw. You know it’ll disappear in an instant, but you just can’t help yourself.

Klaus grunts, a rough, needy sound, and you know you’re close. Close to breaking his resolve, and making him lose control.

Shaky hands find his skin, now under his shirt, touching him with the same amount of fever, as he just did you. Your lips now planting kisses on the small patch of skin made visible by the deep cut of his shirt.

He grunts again, one hand cradling the back of your head, seemingly determined to stay in control, in some capacity. His other hand on the small of your back. So close, you think to yourself.

Your hands trail their way back down his stomach, feeling his muscles tighten underneath her fingers, as they make their way down to his jeans. With deft fingers, you pop open the button, and then begin drawing down the zipper.

You look at him, meeting his eyes, lashes fluttering at the intensity of his gaze. “Go on, love..” his voice raw, eyes hooded as he looks at you, giving you his permission. In one smooth movement, you’ve left his thigh, your knees now on the rug, body settled neatly between his legs. Your hands begin tugging at his pants, and he lifts his body, aiding you, as you drag the fabric down to his ankles. Hooded eyes glued to your lips, as you lean in, pressing open mouthed kisses to his clothed cock. Your eyes flutter up to his face, just in time to see his head lull back, resting against the backrest of the couch. A deep, rough groan escaping his lips.

It instantly sends a surge of pride coursing through your body, seeing him react in such a way to you. Your resolve grows, as does your courage, and soon you have him completely bare from the waist down; pants and boxers now pooling at his ankles.

Delicate fingers wrap around his cock, your lips placing a chaste kiss to the head. He groans, and you wrap your lips around him, tongue swirling, collecting the drops of pre-cum already leaking from the slit. He tastes almost musky, and it only spurs you on further.

As your hand wraps around the base of his cock, you begin bobbing your head, mouth taking him further down your throat. He’s panting now, and you feel his hips stuttering slightly underneath you. He’s holding back, letting you set the pace. It makes your heart flutter.

Klaus Mikaelson, the most feared man on earth, is holding back himself, not wanting to hurt you. It’s enough to drive you over the edge, you yourself losing all you control.

You pull back, spitting into the palm of your hand, before wrapping it back around his cock, going up and down and round a few times, before your lips are back around the head, allowing his cock back into the warm, wetness of your mouth. Hollowing your cheeks, bobbing your head, tongue twirling. His thighs straining underneath you.

As you move your mouth down his cock, you take him even farther down your throat than before, not stopping until the head hits the back of your throat, your nose nuzzled firmly against the hairs at the base. 

You feel yourself choking around him, the corners of your eyes stinging, before you go back up for air, spit drooling down your jaw. Although, you barely get to inhale, before you’re back on his cock. 

Suddenly, his hands are on the back of your head, cradling your neck, pulling your mouth back onto his cock, right back where it belongs. The head hits the back of your throat, fast, and his hands are now setting the pace; making you gag around his cock, drool spilling out the corners of your mouth, wetting the coarse hairs, trailing down his balls.

You all but moan around his cock, eyes fluttering shut, as you struggle to breathe through your nose, whilst he fucks your face. As you open your eyes, you look up, immediately finding him already looking down on you. Lips parted, panting, eyes black, and hooded.

“There you go, love. This is what you wanted, right?” His voice is rough, practically gravel, and his hands go from cradling your neck, to gathering your hair in a sloppy ponytail. You can’t nod, so you moan around his cock instead.

He growls, before pulling you off of him, and you gasp for air, trying to get as much of it as you possibly can. “Look at you,” his voice mocking, yet, filled with something else, too. Something close to affection. “So beautiful with your lips around my cock,”

While one hand holds onto the ponytail, keeping your head in place, the other goes to your face, his thumb trailing your swollen, spit-covered lips. Eyes lingering, as he parts them, sliding his thumb inside your mouth. Your tongue finds it immediately, twirling the digit, sucking almost obscenely. He seems to like that, giving you a small, approving grunt.

After a few seconds of you sucking his thumb, he removes his hand from your face, instead going down to tear the ripped fabric from your torse, tossing it somewhere behind you.

“Stand.” He commands, letting go of your hair, allowing you to rise from the floor, standing before him, still panting from having your throat used like that.

For a second, he just looks at you, drinking you in. Then he discards his own shirt, kicking off his pants and boxers, throwing it all the same way as your ruined top. He leans back; once more mimicking a king on his throne. His confidence, and his piercing blue eyes, staring at you with such unadulterated desire, it makes you shiver.

“Take off your pants, love.” Another command you immediately obey. Soon enough, you’re standing, dressed only in your underwear. Internally grateful that you’d picked out a cute, lacey pair, this morning. “Very pretty,” he notes, eyeing the fabric. “But ultimately in the way.”

He beckons you to come closer, and you do. Your shaking body lowering yourself onto his lap once more, this time with your thighs planted firmly on either side of his.

Your arms move to once more wrap themselves around his neck, but he stops you, instead moving them behind your back. Not until he’s satisfied you won’t move them, does he remove his hands around your wrists.

“Good girl.” Your breath hitches, and you feel your walls clenching around nothing, for the hundredth time. Your clit throbbing painfully, knowing his cock is so close to where you need it the most.

With one hand on your hip in a possessive grip, his other hand begins trailing down the front of your body, starting at your navel, before making its way closer, and closer to your core. Painfully slow.

You almost forget how to breathe, only remembering to do so, as his fingers finally find the front of your underwear.

He chuckles darkly, eyes on your face, a smug smile splaying on his plump lips. “Did sucking my cock make you this wet, love?” Words seemingly escaping you entirely, only able to nod weakly at his question.

His thumb starts rubbing deftly over your covered clit, and you try desperately to rut it, but his hand on your hip stops you. Klaus chuckles once more. “So needy and impatient,” he teases.

Before you can respond, he’s torn your underwear in half, and thrown it away. The cold air hits your slick, heat, and you gasp, the sensation almost overwhelming. His thumb finds your clit again, rubbing the little nub so slowly, you think you might actually go insane.

“So wet for me..” he mumbles under his breath. You’re not sure if it's for you, or to himself, but either way, it makes your skin flush.

Then he’s running two fingers through your wet folds, lapping at your hole, and you moan so loudly, throwing your head back, you’re sure they can hear you all the way back in town.

“There we go, love..” he compliments, his voice so rough, it sends a shiver down your spine. He ducks his head, lips kissing up your exposed throat, fangs grazing the skin here and there, as he moves two fingers inside of you, thumb still playing with your clit.

The sound that escapes you is pathetic; something between a moan and a whimper, a sound you’ve never heard yourself make before. It’s needy and raw and begging. Pure bliss.

Then he’s moving his fingers, slowly pumping them in and out of your hole, and you lose absolutely all semblance of control. He’s smiling against your skin, as you begin rutting against his thumb, practically fucking yourself on his fingers. And he lets you.

“Take what you need, love,” his voice tender, and filled with so much affection, you swear it makes your heart stop.

He sets up the pace of his fingers, adding a third finger inside of you, and when he finds that special spot inside of you, you can’t help but cry out his name. Almost like a prayer. That seems to only harden his resolve. His thumb begins moving more precisely against your bundle of nerves, and his fingers inside of you are beckoning you closer and closer to the edge. 

The wet noises of your arousal soon fill up the room, and it’s all your ears can seem to focus on. That, and the way Klaus is panting against your neck. It’s all so- filthy. Your orgasm is close, and approaching fast. Faster than you thought possible.

“Look at me.” He commands. When you don’t obey immediately - too wrecked, and focused on chasing your relief - he takes matters into his own hands. Suddenly the grip on your hip is gone, his hand now wrapped around your throat. Possessive, but not too tight. That catches your attention.

Your eyes find his, lips parted, walls clenching around his fingers. The smirk on his lips so devious, you’d think he was the devil himself. Devious, and all sin.

His grip around your throat tightens, cutting off your airflow with precision. With his fingers pumping in and out of you with such speed, it can only be aided on by his supernatural powers, you slowly dissolve into sobs. Whimpering out a string of incoherent pleas and prayers. His name, the only coherent word.

And then you fall over the edge.

Your walls clench down on his fingers, your thighs clamping together around his hand, as you scream out his name, fire erupting from your core, and spreading through your veins. Pleasure coursing through you like a thousand little lighting bolts. Stars and fireworks behind your eyes. Your body taut and shaking, as your hips roll uncontrollably against his hand. You can still feel his thumb on your clit, rubbing gentle circles on the sensitive little bud. It’s almost too much.

Klaus is still pumping his fingers lazily inside of you, still hitting that spongy spot inside of you, from time to time, and you’re practically crying, now. Sobbing his name, as you come down from your never-ending-high.

All the while, he’s kissing your neck tenderly, whispering praise into your skin, telling you how beautiful you look, how he can’t get enough of you moaning his name. 

You’ve somehow managed to keep your hands behind your back this whole time, just as he’d commanded. But in the haze of your intense pleasure, you have to anchor yourself, hands finding the nape of his neck once more, holding onto blonde curls like your life depends on it, as you ride out your mind blowing orgasm.

When he finally pulls his fingers out, you’re trembling, your face in the crook of his neck, panting damp patterns on his skin. Klaus kissing the top of your head, wet fingers tracing soothing patterns on the small of your back, while you try to calm down. “Breathe, love,” he whispers near your ear.

You take a few deep breaths, your body still trembling, as you finally pull back. You must look an absolute mess; mascara smudged, dried spit decorating both the corners of your mouth, and down your jaw. Your entire body flush, and slick with sweat.

His eyes tell a different story. For a split second, they flash yellow, tongue darting out to lick his lips, absentmindedly. He looks just about ready to devour you whole. The thought sends a new wave of arousal through your core, and before either of you can say anything, you’re crashing your lips against his, kissing him with renewed fever.

“Need you- please, Klaus, need you inside me,” is all you manage to say against his lips, your hips already rutting, ready for more.

He wastes no time, and in the blink of an eye, you're lying on the couch, back pressed into the soft cushions, as his hands find your thighs, pulling your knees to your chest, spreading you bare before him.

His eyes trails down, watching your slick folds, and how your hole clenches in anticipation. He all but howls at that. His eyes find yours, searching for any doubt, and you give him none.

Instead, you pull him down for another kiss. This time though, it’s gentle and tender and slow. Relaying to him, all those emotions, you can’t quite put into words. Feelings your heart won’t let you put into words just yet.

Klaus kisses you back, mirroring the slow, tender pace. Hands around your thighs softening. It seems he has things he can’t quite speak out loud, either.

When he pulls back, Klaus looks down at you with something you dare not name. You give him a nod, and that’s all he needs. Your legs stay bent, knees to your chest, as he wraps a hand around his cock, sliding it through your wet folds a few times, gathering your slick on his length. He’s outright moaning now, a low, guttural thing.

“Fuck,” his eyes focused on where the head of his cock is now pressing against your hole, probing. You moan, and his eyes fall back on your face. Capturing your gaze in his, and holding it there, as he continues to move his cock further and further inside of you; the stretch so delicious , you can’t help but clench around him, teeth biting down on your lower lip.

He hisses at that, and bottoms out inside of you, in one, fluid movement. You gasp, arms wrapping around his back, nails digging into his skin so hard, you’re sure to draw blood. “So good for me,” he praises.

Still holding your gaze, he draws back his hips, his cock leaving your wet walls almost entirely, before slamming back inside of you. You can’t help but throw your head back against the couch, eyes rolling into the back of your head. Moaning out his name, as he sets a slow, brutal and precise pace. The head of his cock finds that spongy spot inside of you, that makes you see stars, hitting it over, and over, and over again.

Klaus fucks you painfully slow, savoring every drag of his cock against your warm walls. Grunting and panting above you, until his head comes to rest against your forehead. Both of you are sticky with sweat, none of you cares. 

All you care about right now, is the feeling of his cock inside of you; pulling sounds from your throat you thought yourself entirely incapable of. And all you can do is hold on for dear life.

Your fingers in his hair now, tugging, pulling. Panting and moaning against his lips, as you join in another searing kiss. His arms on either side of your head, caging you in, chest to chest. You can feel his heart beat against yours, feel his eyelashes fluttering against your skin.

After fucking you like that for what feels like hours, kissing you lazily, Klaus pulls back, hands pressing into the couch on either side of your head, hooded eyes looking down on you, almost in awe.

“Look at you.. Taking my cock so well,” you flush at his words, that mocking tone back. You whimper, just as his cock hit that special spot inside of you for the hundredth time. The pleasure never diminishes, no matter how many times he finds it.

Something inside of him seems to snap, and before you can even understand what’s happening, he has you on your knees on the couch, ass up, face pressed into the couch. His cock never leaving you whilst re-positioning you.

His hands find your hips in a bruising grip, pulling your ass flush against his pelvis, his chest pressed against your back, as he whispers in your ear, “You feel so good around my cock, love. So tight and wet,” his kissing your shoulders now, and down your spine. “Could stay inside you like this forever,” you let out another pathetic whimper, trying to rut your hips back against him. He’s stopped moving; his thick cock filling you up, but staying still.

It’s making you want to cry.

“Please, Klaus,” you whimper into the couch, face angled, eyes trying to catch his.

“Please what, love?” He’s taunting you. You bite down on your lower lip, tears forming in the corner of your eyes; it does absolutely nothing, and his cock is still unmoving.

“Please move, Klaus. Please- please fuck me, please,” all your pride thrown out the window, completely and utterly forgotten.

Barely does the words leave your lips, before he grants you your wish.

Though this time, he’s not holding back. His pace neither gentle nor slow. Instead, it’s fast, and hard, and unforgiving. Pistoning his hips, cock hitting your g-spot over, and over, balls slapping against your clit. Hands on your waits, pulling you back to meet his thrusts every single time.

By the time his hand snakes between your legs, and starts rubbing furiously on your clit, you’re a drooling, moaning mess. Your eyes in the back of your head, as he fucks you to your second orgasm of the night. Your whole body convulsing in pleasure, as the fire spreads through your veins.

“That’s it, love. Come on my cock, let me feel you,” and that’s all you need before you’re screaming his name yet again, tears streaming down your face.

He fucks you with such fever, hips rutting into the soft flesh of your ass, sure that bruises are forming there. You don’t care, in fact, you quite enjoy the thought of walking around with bruises on your ass, all because of Klaus.

His fingers never leaves your clit, not even when you’re begging, telling him it’s too much, instead, he pounds his cock deeper, harder, rubbing the overly sensitive little nub even faster. “Just one more, love. I know you can do it,” his hips stuttering, faltering, telling you he’s close, too. “For me,” his words send you over the edge once more.

Your third orgasm hits you so hard, so fast, you nearly pass out. Lips parted, in a silent scream. Klaus flips you over, wrapping your legs around his waist, nimble fingers rubbing on your clit with inhuman speed. Before you even realize it’s happening, you feel wetness gushing out of you, slicing his cock, and running down your thighs. Eyes in the back of your head the whole time.

“Fuck, love- that’s it, just let go..” his voise so tense, you’re sure he’s straining not to spill inside of you right this moment. Instead, fucking you through your orgasm. Hips stuttering, thrusts growing erratic. “So good, cuming around me. Listen to you,” his resolve seemingly crumbling by the second.

Through your haze, you manage to whimper out his undoing, “Want your cum inside of me,” that seems to send him over the edge.

With a crushing grip on your thighs, your feet dangling helplessly against his lower back, he pistons into you, unrelenting, thrusting into you with such fever, you can feel your eyes rolling right back into your head. Grunting and panting against your neck, before he stills, spilling his seed deep inside of you.

You can feel it, filling you up, before spilling out of you, trickling down your ass, and onto the couch. His thighs trembling, voice rough, as it moans in your ear. The sound sends shivers down your spine, goosebumps appearing anew all over your body.

Then he collapses on top of you, his weight anchoring you pleasantly to reality, feeling almost like you’re about to float out of your body, all bliss and pleasure. The aftershocks of your orgasms still making your body tremble.

You use the last of your strength, to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his face to yours, lips meeting in a lazy, warm kiss. Klaus returns it, nipping at your lower lip.

The two of you stay lying like that for a few minutes, his cock still inside of you, his seed too. Then he pulls out, pulling your body on top of his, as he lays his back against the couch, one hand on your ass, the other cradling the back of your head, placing gentle kisses to the top of your head, whilst you catch your breath, head on his chest, listening to the beating of his heart.

You’re the first to break the comfortable silence, albeit keeping your head on his chest, eyes closed. “That was..” he finishes your sentence for you, “Amazing.” You nod your head, repeating his words, “Amazing.”

Klaus’ hands find your face, gently, forcing you to look up at him. His eyes so- soft, it makes your heart skip several beats. You stare right back, your own eyes just as tender, words lost somewhere in your throat. Instead, you lean up, his head meeting yours, as your lips find his in a quick, chaste kiss. Almost, shy. Experimental.

Something entirely different than any other kiss shared between the two of you.

“Stay the night?” Your voice barely a whisper, eyes finding his, when you pull back from the kiss. Wishing so he’ll agree. 

Instead of answering you, he wraps his arms around your body, and suddenly, you find yourself no longer on the couch, now lying on your bed, wrapped in his embrace under the covers. His chin pressed against the top of your head, your face in his chest. You allow yourself a deep breath of his scent, his cologne. Of him. It makes you shiver, your eyes fluttering, as you snuggle closer. Your bones suddenly heavy, body melting into his. He’s warm and soft. Safe.

His lips find your hair, kissing you tenderly. “Sleep now, love. I’ll still be here tomorrow,” hesitating before he continues, “If you want me to be..” There’s something new in his voice, something your sleep-stricken brain can’t quite place. Vulnerability?

Before you doze off, you mumble into his chest, your hands tugged safely under your chin, “Never leave…”  Klaus finds himself smiling against your hair, pressing another kiss to the top of your head, so chaste, so gentle, as not to wake you up.

18+ - Klaus Mikaelson x Reader - 7.4k words

AUTHORS NOTE — this is the filthiest thing i’ve ever written- sorry not sorry !!! the idea just came to me out of the blue and i just HAD to sit down and write it all in one go GIGGLES i hope y’all like it !! please don’t hesitate to like, comment and reblog, if you enjoyed it ! MWUAH

You accuse Klaus of using you, he reacts differently than you’d expect.

Warnings: pwp (plot if you squint, really), smut - filthy, filthy smut - irregular use of past and present tense (its my downfall, y’all, sorry), swear words, dirty talk, oral (male receiving), fingering (female receiving), rough sex, biting, multiple orgasms, restraining of limbs, overstimulation, slight dub-con(?), consensual sex, squirting, penis-in-vagina sex, breeding, size kink if you squint, unsafe sex (wrap it up, pookies!), teasing idiots in love that can’t say their feelings out loud, klaus being klaus, a little fluff snuck in their all on its own oops, not proofread, spelling and grammar mistakes

You’re sitting by the fire at the Salvatore boarding-house, reading a book, when a loud, demanding voice pulls you from your thoughts, breaking your concentration. Ruining your moment of peace.

“Where’s Damon?” The familiar British accent immediately gives its owner away: Klaus.

You resist the urge to roll your eyes, instead closing the book - taking a mental note of the page number - before looking up.

He steps into the living room, eyes immediately finding your form on the couch. He’s in a bad mood. Great, you think.

“I don’t know, Klaus.” Your tone is sharp, yet respectful. Pissing him off when he’s in a bad mood is not a good idea. Although he’s never hurt you specifically, he’s hurt your friends plenty of times, and that’s enough warning for you.

He huffs, crossing his arms almost like a child, you think. You’d think he’d matured by now, having lived for over a thousand years, but no, he was impossibly immature sometimes.

Klaus just glares at you for a moment, and you glare back. Not one to back down so easily. Then he plops himself down in the armchair across from you, eyes narrowing as he looks at you almost suspiciously.

The two of you sit in silence for what seems like several minutes, and you feel yourself growing more and more annoyed. In the end, you're the one to break the silence.

“Is there anything else I can help you with, Klaus?” Voice even sharper than before.

He doesn't answer you right away, his eyes instead roaming over your form. Almost like he’s studying you. It's unnerving, and makes you sit up straighter.

He huffs once more, mirroring you, by sitting up straighter, too. “Just wondering where Damon is, love.”

Your heart betrays you then, fluttering slightly at the nickname. You will it to stop. You’re not special, you remind yourself. He calls every woman that. Not that you want to be special. That’s what you tell yourself, at least.

If he picks up on your heartbeat, he says nothing. You just hope he didn't notice; too busy being suspicious or annoyed, or whatever he’s feeling.

You shift a little on the couch, but refuse to look away. Refuse to back down.

“I don’t know where he is. Sorry,” You quickly add the last part, not wanting to egg him on.

“Don’t know, or won’t tell?” He doesn’t believe you. And why should he? You're on opposite sides. Enemies.

Elena is your friend, Stefan her boyfriend. Damon is your ally by default. Not that you particularly like him. Still, that doesn’t mean you want him dead - or whatever Klaus has planned for him.

“What makes you so sure I'd tell you if I knew?” The words leave your lips before you have a chance to think them over. Challenging him.

For a moment, he stills. Jaw clenching. Then, he smiles. A devious thing, head tilted just barely to the left, as his eyes pierce yours. He’s amused.

“You never were a very good liar,” He pauses, the smile growing. “At least, not with me.”

His words hit you like a gust of wind, making your resolve falter. Your own eyes narrowing, ears burning. You can only hope your face isn’t heating up too. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

His words are.. somewhat true. Not that you’d ever admit to it out loud.

These days, your friends hardly included you in their schemes. At least, not when Klaus was involved. But it hadn’t always been like that.

In the beginning, Damon had asked you to distract Klaus, and more than once. Every single time, you’d end up breaking, and telling him the truth. Betraying Damon, and your friends.

The first time it happened, you were sure Damon would kill you. Snap your neck, or something worse. Stefan and Elena had talked him down, convincing him that it wasn’t your fault. You were just a human, and Klaus was a thousand year old vampire. Powerful, terrifying. They’d even scolded him for using you in the first place.

You were only used for emergencies, after that. Five times, you’d been the distraction, and all five times, you’d caved to him. But not out of fear, as your friends assumed. No, you’d caved because of his charm.

The way he’d smile at you, so genuine, and almost affectionate. At the way his eyes would light up, just for a second, when you had approached him, before hardening once more. Never unfriendly, but closed off, still. Each time, his walls would crumble, little by little, and so would yours.

The last time it happened, you’d been told to distract him at The Grill. Keep him occupied, while Damon was snooping around in his apartment. He’d smiled, once his eyes caught yours, blue eyes piercing through you, as you sat down besides him.

You always felt as though he knew exactly what you were doing, even if he didn’t say it out loud. He was far too perceptive not to, you thought.

As they began talking, the way he was looking at you, it made your entire body flush with something unnamed. Looking at you with such- genuine, unabashed interest, as you droned on and on about something entirely inconsequential.

When he’d allowed you to speak for what seemed like an eternity, and you’d finally ran out of stuff to say, he’d just- looked at you with a knowing smile. Eyes gleaming with amusement, with mischief. And then he called you out.

“You’ve been a wonderful distraction, love,” His smirk had almost taken your breath away. “But, I think it’s time for you to stop this little charade, and tell me what your friends are planning this time.” He spoke with such finality, knowing you’d break down, and tell him what he wanted. As you always did.

And you had done just that. Little to no persuasion needed. He’d smiled, thanked you and left you at the bar, feeling embarrassed and ashamed. Wondering why he had such a hold on you, when you were supposed to hate him.

That was the last time your friends had included you in their plans. After that, you were kept on the sideline whenever Klaus was involved.

You blink a few times. So caught up in your memories, you realized you’ve completely zoned out. Klaus is looking at you with a smug expression on his face. Lips curled into something devilish.

You feel the words catching in your throat, not sure how to respond to his words. They’re true, of course they are, but you don’t want to admit it. Least of all to him.

Your mouth opens and closes for a few moments, before staying shut, finally lowering your head, avoiding his eyes. Ashamed.

Hair falling in front of your face, to hide your shame.

He chuckles, a low, almost cruel thing. Clearly amused by your reaction, and your sudden lack of words. He’s enjoying this, you realize. Making you speechless. You should hate him for it, but you can’t find it in yourself.

You feel his eyes on you, even when you’re not looking. Studying you, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Your fingers begin fumbling with a loose thread on your pajama pants. Suddenly painfully aware of yourself, and what you’re wearing.

Your hair is loose, and slightly disheveled from moving against the velvet cushions on the couch. You discarded your sweater hours ago, now lying on the rug between the two of you, almost under the coffee table. Underneath it, a black top, trimmed with lace. Your pajama pants loose, the fabric thin, and almost see through. Almost.

You’re not wearing a bra, either. Why would you? You’re the only one here, both Stefan and Damon having left hours ago. You wanted to relax, to curl up on the couch, and read. Be alone.

But now you're not alone: Klaus is here, his eyes roaming your body, drinking in your every movement. No doubt listening to the rapid beating of your heart, and the way your pulse seems to have quickened under his gaze.

You gulp down on a lump of air, eyes still trained on the book in your hands. Still not able to look up and meet his gaze.

“Look at me.” He says. Demands. You obey, no hesitation. It only furthers your embarrassment. Your head tilts back up, face no longer obscured by your hair.

The way he looks at you, it’s almost too much.

Klaus is leaning back in the armchair, like a king would his throne. Relaxed, smug. His entire face lid up by the devious smirk splaying on his lips. He looks positively terrifying. Yet, you find yourself not scared, but almost.. enthralled, instead. Your body leaning towards him, entirely by instinct. He’s like a magnet, drawing you in.

“There she is,” He says, voice barely a whisper, almost as if speaking to himself. His eyes willing yours to look into his. If you weren’t wearing vervain, you’d probably wonder whether he was compelling you or not.

“Now tell me the truth, love. Where is Damon?” His voice is no longer annoyed, but instead dripping with amusement. He has you right where he wants you. He knew it, you knew it.

“He left with Stefan hours ago.” The words spill off your lips before you even have a chance to think about it.

“And where did he go, love?” Eyes narrowing very slightly, still not entirely convinced you wouldn’t try and deceive him again.

“I don’t know..” You trailed off, teeth biting down to nibble on your lower lip. A nervous habit of yours. “I promise.”

For what seemed like an eternity, Klaus just stared at you. Stared through you. His smile had faltered, the suspicion now back with full force. You shrunk slightly under his gaze, the power he had over you undeniable. Finally, he smiled. A lazy thing. But his eyes didn’t leave you.

“I believe you,” Pausing, as his face tilted, studying you. “But I do wonder..” Voice trailing off, now lazying on his chair (throne), legs spread out, arms on each rest. Staring you down, your eyes still unable to leave him.

“Why are you so loyal to them? You’re nothing but a pawn. Something to be used, and then discarded when you’ve outrun your use.”

If his earlier words had hit you like a gust of wind, this time, they hit you like a slap to the face. Deep down, you knew it wasn’t true. Elena and Stefan, they cared for you. They were your friends. Even Damon seemed to care, in his own, twisted way.

But coming from Klaus, the words seemed so.. final. They seemed true, and it made you question yourself.

“That’s..” You didn’t know how to respond. What to say, or how to deny it. What if it was true? What if you were just that; a pawn? Someone, something, to be used, and then tossed aside?

You felt the corners of your eyes beginning to sting. No doubt glazed over. You refused to cry in front of him; refused to give him the satisfaction.

Suddenly, you feel anger bubbling up inside of you. Anger directed at him, and not at your friends.

“And what about you?” Your eyes still trained on him, when you continue, “You use me. You use me, and then throw me away.” Your whole body now shaking with anger.

His face changes in an instant. Where his lips were once curled up in a smirk, they’re now a straight line. His jaw clenched, his whole face tense. Eyes darkening. Cold. The walls back up. He’s angry, you realize.

Why is he angry with you?

In a blur of motion, he’s left the chair. Standing right in front of the couch, glaring down at you with an almost murderous expression. For a second, you fill with dread. You poked the bear, and now he was going to hurt you.

But instead, he leans down, body and face, inching closer and closer to your own. You can’t move, suddenly frozen. Glued to your spot on the couch. All you can do is look at him, and gulp down a big lump of air. Your pulse impossibly fast, same as your heart.

His hands find the backrest, his arms now caging you in. His face is so close, that you can feel his breath on your skin, causing goosebumps to appear on any and all exposed skin. His scent engulfs you, causing your eyes to flutter. Lashes tickling your cheeks for mere moments. His cologne, something earthy and expensive, mixed with something that's just.. him. Musky, warm. Manly.

You smell whiskey, too. And something else. Copper. Your heart skips several beats. Blood.

You should be frightened, should want to escape. Instead, your thighs begin to rub against each other, entirely subconsciously. On instinct. You’ve never felt so ashamed in your life.

If he notices, he says nothing. He just keeps glaring down on you, jaw clenched, lips in a thin line. For what feels like an eternity, he does that. You stare back, helpless. Then, he opens his mouth. He’s angry.

“You think I use you?” His voice barely above a whisper. He’s not angry, he’s seething. “You dare compare me to those.. imbeciles, you call your friends?” You gasp.

“I would never use you,” This time his voice is laced with something else, now. A gentleness, perhaps? Your ears must be betraying you, your mind trying to trick you.

“All those times you came to me, distracting me,” So he does know. Are you even surprised?

“I allowed you to do just that. Distract me. Did it ever occur to you why I would do such a thing?” Your brows furrow, searching towards the middle of your face. What’s that supposed to mean?

He leans impossibly closer, his breath but a whisper on your lips. A promise..

Blue eyes searching your face, faltering to your lips several times, before catching your eyes once more. “You..” His eyes fall to your lips, seemingly lost for words. Klaus Mikaelson, lost for words. Now that’s a first.

Something awakens inside of you. Something almost primal. Before you can think further of it, or begin to second-guess yourself, you’ve wrapped your arms around his neck, and pressed your lips to his in a searing kiss. Eyes closed, your knees now on the cushions, body leaning up, trying to get closer. Needing to get closer.

He seems taken aback; but the hesitation disappears just as quickly as it appeared. In another blur of motion - no doubt with the help of his supernatural abilities - you’ve switched places.

Now he is the one sitting on the couch, you in his lap, legs straddling his left thight. Your arms around his neck, his around your waist, pulling you snug against his chest.

His grip is possessive, his lips demanding. The kiss all teeth and tongue. Your hands quickly find their way up into his blonde curls, tugging desperately. You feel the growl in his chest, before you feel it on your lips.

His hands are on your hips, grinding your core down against his thigh. You gasp into the kiss, the jolt of arousal shooting through you, so powerful, one would think you’d been struck by lightning.

You’re no doubt soaked already, and the thin fabric of your pants are doing absolutely nothing to hide your slick from him. You don’t have time to feel embarrassed, too busy grinding down on him, as his hands guide you.

Needing air, you pull yourself from his lips. Panting, and your eyes still closed.

“You’re stunning, love..” Your eyes open at that, and the image that greets you almost takes your breath away.

Klaus is looking at you with unabashed affection and arousal, lips parted, and kiss-swollen, cheeks heated, pupils dilated. Slightly out of breath.

You feel your heartstrings tugging, and though you try to push it away, it stays in the back of your mind the whole time.

You’re blushing, you're sure of it. In fact, you’re pretty sure you’re flushed from your chest, up your neck, and all the way to your ears. His eyes seem to drink it in.

Too embarrassed to have him looking at you like that for any longer, you dive back in for another kiss. This time with even more passion than the first time. Teeth nipping gently at his lower lip, fingers carting through his curls, tugging a little harder than before.

He seems to like this, judging from the growl emitting from deep within his chest. A growl that turns into a moan. It’s like music to your ears, and you feel yourself grinding down against his thigh with almost feverish movements. The rough fabric of his jeans, even through your own layer of clothes, rubbing deliciously against your core. He seems to like this, too.

His left hand leaves your hip, and instead starts trailing up your side. His touch feather-like, and so sensual, you feel your whole body shivering with anticipation. “So responsive..” he whispers against your lips, before trailing them down your jaw, and the front of your throat.

You crane your neck, instantly allowing him to continue. His grip on your now positively bruising.

“So needy,” his hand keeps trailing up your ribs, fingers nearing your breasts. You gasp, when he cups the plump flesh through your shirt. He hums in approval. Your nipples are already painfully hard, but they seem to peak even further, at his touch.

You’re practically rutting against him now, causing him to tut mockingly against your throat.

“Impatient, too.” He’s mocking you, and deriving immense pleasure from it.

With just the one hand on your hip, he stills your movement. Sometimes it’s easy to forget just how strong he is, what with his lean figure. But he is. Impossibly strong.

But instead of being scared, you feel your walls clenching. Your underwear no doubt soaked. For a short moment, you wonder if he can smell it; your arousal. But, you’re quickly distracted by Klaus, both hands now on your shirt, ripping the front in half, unceremoniously.

The cold air hits your nipples with such intensity that you instinctively buck forward, seeking his warmth. He stops you, tutting at you. Eyes gleaming with mischief and desire, as he’s now pulled away from your throat, instead looking at you with a wolf-like grin.

You shiver under his gaze, eyes freely roaming your newly exposed skin. “Beautiful..” he mumbles, mostly to himself, it seems. Before you can shy away, or cover your breasts, he’s pouncing. Lips wrapping around one nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive skin, his hand twists the other, boarding on the side of painful, yet so delicious.

You moan, loudly, bucking into his touch. Hands going back to play with the curls at the nape of his neck. Pulling, tugging. His control seems to falter at that, and suddenly you feel his fangs grazing the sensitive skin around your nipple.

You gasp, and he pulls away, just a mere inches. Eyes so blown out with desire, the blue has almost disappeared. “Careful, love,” he whispers into your skin, as his lips begin kissing their way up the valley of your breasts. Both hands now massaging the plump flesh, fingers tugging at your nipples in between tender touches.

As his mouth makes its way to your throat, he begins nipping at the skin with blunt teeth, sucking small marks into your exposed flesh. He’s marking you, you realize. Marking you in places where everyone will be able to see, unless you deliberately cover them up. 

It sends a thrill through your body, and a shiver down your spine. Fingers tightening their grip on his curls, needing to anchor yourself to him

“You like it, don’t you, love?” Pausing only to nip at your jaw. “Like it when I mark you like this.” You can do nothing but whimper, and nod your head weakly. That isn’t enough for him, and he twists your nipples so hard, the pain almost overtakes the pleasure. You quickly correct your mistake.

“Yes-” Your voice shakes as you finally answer his question, not able to form a coherent sentence, so you opt for a single word. He smiles against your skin, “Good girl.”

Oh god. You whimper again; a needy little, breathless thing. His smile grows against your jaw, as it travels to your ear, teeth nipping at your earlobe, teasingly, “You like that too?” This time you immediately use your words.

“Y-yes..” even shakkier than before. He hums approvingly into your ear, kissing the sensitive skin just below, before pulling his face away, to look down at his work.

Your skin is flushed, your body visibly shaking with arousal. There’s small marks, bruises, everywhere; on your collarbones, your throat, trailing all the way up your neck. Your nipples raw and red from all the tugging and twisting. Klaus looks at you almost in awe, lips parted, before his eyes find yours. “Fuck, love..” he sounds absolutely wrecked already. Just as you feel. But, you need more. Need him.

Despite his earlier warning, your hips jerk forward, rutting your slick, throbbing core against his thigh, just once. His eyes immediately follow the movement, and for a split second, you can see his resolve crumbling, you can see him fighting himself. And it lights a fire inside of you.

Leaning in, you begin to kiss down his throat, hands trailing down the front of his shirt, feeling the taut muscles underneath the fabric. When your hands reach his pants, you suck your own little bruise into his skin, just beneath his jaw. You know it’ll disappear in an instant, but you just can’t help yourself.

Klaus grunts, a rough, needy sound, and you know you’re close. Close to breaking his resolve, and making him lose control.

Shaky hands find his skin, now under his shirt, touching him with the same amount of fever, as he just did you. Your lips now planting kisses on the small patch of skin made visible by the deep cut of his shirt.

He grunts again, one hand cradling the back of your head, seemingly determined to stay in control, in some capacity. His other hand on the small of your back. So close, you think to yourself.

Your hands trail their way back down his stomach, feeling his muscles tighten underneath her fingers, as they make their way down to his jeans. With deft fingers, you pop open the button, and then begin drawing down the zipper.

You look at him, meeting his eyes, lashes fluttering at the intensity of his gaze. “Go on, love..” his voice raw, eyes hooded as he looks at you, giving you his permission. In one smooth movement, you’ve left his thigh, your knees now on the rug, body settled neatly between his legs. Your hands begin tugging at his pants, and he lifts his body, aiding you, as you drag the fabric down to his ankles. Hooded eyes glued to your lips, as you lean in, pressing open mouthed kisses to his clothed cock. Your eyes flutter up to his face, just in time to see his head lull back, resting against the backrest of the couch. A deep, rough groan escaping his lips.

It instantly sends a surge of pride coursing through your body, seeing him react in such a way to you. Your resolve grows, as does your courage, and soon you have him completely bare from the waist down; pants and boxers now pooling at his ankles.

Delicate fingers wrap around his cock, your lips placing a chaste kiss to the head. He groans, and you wrap your lips around him, tongue swirling, collecting the drops of pre-cum already leaking from the slit. He tastes almost musky, and it only spurs you on further.

As your hand wraps around the base of his cock, you begin bobbing your head, mouth taking him further down your throat. He’s panting now, and you feel his hips stuttering slightly underneath you. He’s holding back, letting you set the pace. It makes your heart flutter.

Klaus Mikaelson, the most feared man on earth, is holding back himself, not wanting to hurt you. It’s enough to drive you over the edge, you yourself losing all you control.

You pull back, spitting into the palm of your hand, before wrapping it back around his cock, going up and down and round a few times, before your lips are back around the head, allowing his cock back into the warm, wetness of your mouth. Hollowing your cheeks, bobbing your head, tongue twirling. His thighs straining underneath you.

As you move your mouth down his cock, you take him even farther down your throat than before, not stopping until the head hits the back of your throat, your nose nuzzled firmly against the hairs at the base. 

You feel yourself choking around him, the corners of your eyes stinging, before you go back up for air, spit drooling down your jaw. Although, you barely get to inhale, before you’re back on his cock. 

Suddenly, his hands are on the back of your head, cradling your neck, pulling your mouth back onto his cock, right back where it belongs. The head hits the back of your throat, fast, and his hands are now setting the pace; making you gag around his cock, drool spilling out the corners of your mouth, wetting the coarse hairs, trailing down his balls.

You all but moan around his cock, eyes fluttering shut, as you struggle to breathe through your nose, whilst he fucks your face. As you open your eyes, you look up, immediately finding him already looking down on you. Lips parted, panting, eyes black, and hooded.

“There you go, love. This is what you wanted, right?” His voice is rough, practically gravel, and his hands go from cradling your neck, to gathering your hair in a sloppy ponytail. You can’t nod, so you moan around his cock instead.

He growls, before pulling you off of him, and you gasp for air, trying to get as much of it as you possibly can. “Look at you,” his voice mocking, yet, filled with something else, too. Something close to affection. “So beautiful with your lips around my cock,”

While one hand holds onto the ponytail, keeping your head in place, the other goes to your face, his thumb trailing your swollen, spit-covered lips. Eyes lingering, as he parts them, sliding his thumb inside your mouth. Your tongue finds it immediately, twirling the digit, sucking almost obscenely. He seems to like that, giving you a small, approving grunt.

After a few seconds of you sucking his thumb, he removes his hand from your face, instead going down to tear the ripped fabric from your torse, tossing it somewhere behind you.

“Stand.” He commands, letting go of your hair, allowing you to rise from the floor, standing before him, still panting from having your throat used like that.

For a second, he just looks at you, drinking you in. Then he discards his own shirt, kicking off his pants and boxers, throwing it all the same way as your ruined top. He leans back; once more mimicking a king on his throne. His confidence, and his piercing blue eyes, staring at you with such unadulterated desire, it makes you shiver.

“Take off your pants, love.” Another command you immediately obey. Soon enough, you’re standing, dressed only in your underwear. Internally grateful that you’d picked out a cute, lacey pair, this morning. “Very pretty,” he notes, eyeing the fabric. “But ultimately in the way.”

He beckons you to come closer, and you do. Your shaking body lowering yourself onto his lap once more, this time with your thighs planted firmly on either side of his.

Your arms move to once more wrap themselves around his neck, but he stops you, instead moving them behind your back. Not until he’s satisfied you won’t move them, does he remove his hands around your wrists.

“Good girl.” Your breath hitches, and you feel your walls clenching around nothing, for the hundredth time. Your clit throbbing painfully, knowing his cock is so close to where you need it the most.

With one hand on your hip in a possessive grip, his other hand begins trailing down the front of your body, starting at your navel, before making its way closer, and closer to your core. Painfully slow.

You almost forget how to breathe, only remembering to do so, as his fingers finally find the front of your underwear.

He chuckles darkly, eyes on your face, a smug smile splaying on his plump lips. “Did sucking my cock make you this wet, love?” Words seemingly escaping you entirely, only able to nod weakly at his question.

His thumb starts rubbing deftly over your covered clit, and you try desperately to rut it, but his hand on your hip stops you. Klaus chuckles once more. “So needy and impatient,” he teases.

Before you can respond, he’s torn your underwear in half, and thrown it away. The cold air hits your slick, heat, and you gasp, the sensation almost overwhelming. His thumb finds your clit again, rubbing the little nub so slowly, you think you might actually go insane.

“So wet for me..” he mumbles under his breath. You’re not sure if it's for you, or to himself, but either way, it makes your skin flush.

Then he’s running two fingers through your wet folds, lapping at your hole, and you moan so loudly, throwing your head back, you’re sure they can hear you all the way back in town.

“There we go, love..” he compliments, his voice so rough, it sends a shiver down your spine. He ducks his head, lips kissing up your exposed throat, fangs grazing the skin here and there, as he moves two fingers inside of you, thumb still playing with your clit.

The sound that escapes you is pathetic; something between a moan and a whimper, a sound you’ve never heard yourself make before. It’s needy and raw and begging. Pure bliss.

Then he’s moving his fingers, slowly pumping them in and out of your hole, and you lose absolutely all semblance of control. He’s smiling against your skin, as you begin rutting against his thumb, practically fucking yourself on his fingers. And he lets you.

“Take what you need, love,” his voice tender, and filled with so much affection, you swear it makes your heart stop.

He sets up the pace of his fingers, adding a third finger inside of you, and when he finds that special spot inside of you, you can’t help but cry out his name. Almost like a prayer. That seems to only harden his resolve. His thumb begins moving more precisely against your bundle of nerves, and his fingers inside of you are beckoning you closer and closer to the edge. 

The wet noises of your arousal soon fill up the room, and it’s all your ears can seem to focus on. That, and the way Klaus is panting against your neck. It’s all so- filthy. Your orgasm is close, and approaching fast. Faster than you thought possible.

“Look at me.” He commands. When you don’t obey immediately - too wrecked, and focused on chasing your relief - he takes matters into his own hands. Suddenly the grip on your hip is gone, his hand now wrapped around your throat. Possessive, but not too tight. That catches your attention.

Your eyes find his, lips parted, walls clenching around his fingers. The smirk on his lips so devious, you’d think he was the devil himself. Devious, and all sin.

His grip around your throat tightens, cutting off your airflow with precision. With his fingers pumping in and out of you with such speed, it can only be aided on by his supernatural powers, you slowly dissolve into sobs. Whimpering out a string of incoherent pleas and prayers. His name, the only coherent word.

And then you fall over the edge.

Your walls clench down on his fingers, your thighs clamping together around his hand, as you scream out his name, fire erupting from your core, and spreading through your veins. Pleasure coursing through you like a thousand little lighting bolts. Stars and fireworks behind your eyes. Your body taut and shaking, as your hips roll uncontrollably against his hand. You can still feel his thumb on your clit, rubbing gentle circles on the sensitive little bud. It’s almost too much.

Klaus is still pumping his fingers lazily inside of you, still hitting that spongy spot inside of you, from time to time, and you’re practically crying, now. Sobbing his name, as you come down from your never-ending-high.

All the while, he’s kissing your neck tenderly, whispering praise into your skin, telling you how beautiful you look, how he can’t get enough of you moaning his name. 

You’ve somehow managed to keep your hands behind your back this whole time, just as he’d commanded. But in the haze of your intense pleasure, you have to anchor yourself, hands finding the nape of his neck once more, holding onto blonde curls like your life depends on it, as you ride out your mind blowing orgasm.

When he finally pulls his fingers out, you’re trembling, your face in the crook of his neck, panting damp patterns on his skin. Klaus kissing the top of your head, wet fingers tracing soothing patterns on the small of your back, while you try to calm down. “Breathe, love,” he whispers near your ear.

You take a few deep breaths, your body still trembling, as you finally pull back. You must look an absolute mess; mascara smudged, dried spit decorating both the corners of your mouth, and down your jaw. Your entire body flush, and slick with sweat.

His eyes tell a different story. For a split second, they flash yellow, tongue darting out to lick his lips, absentmindedly. He looks just about ready to devour you whole. The thought sends a new wave of arousal through your core, and before either of you can say anything, you’re crashing your lips against his, kissing him with renewed fever.

“Need you- please, Klaus, need you inside me,” is all you manage to say against his lips, your hips already rutting, ready for more.

He wastes no time, and in the blink of an eye, you're lying on the couch, back pressed into the soft cushions, as his hands find your thighs, pulling your knees to your chest, spreading you bare before him.

His eyes trails down, watching your slick folds, and how your hole clenches in anticipation. He all but howls at that. His eyes find yours, searching for any doubt, and you give him none.

Instead, you pull him down for another kiss. This time though, it’s gentle and tender and slow. Relaying to him, all those emotions, you can’t quite put into words. Feelings your heart won’t let you put into words just yet.

Klaus kisses you back, mirroring the slow, tender pace. Hands around your thighs softening. It seems he has things he can’t quite speak out loud, either.

When he pulls back, Klaus looks down at you with something you dare not name. You give him a nod, and that’s all he needs. Your legs stay bent, knees to your chest, as he wraps a hand around his cock, sliding it through your wet folds a few times, gathering your slick on his length. He’s outright moaning now, a low, guttural thing.

“Fuck,” his eyes focused on where the head of his cock is now pressing against your hole, probing. You moan, and his eyes fall back on your face. Capturing your gaze in his, and holding it there, as he continues to move his cock further and further inside of you; the stretch so delicious , you can’t help but clench around him, teeth biting down on your lower lip.

He hisses at that, and bottoms out inside of you, in one, fluid movement. You gasp, arms wrapping around his back, nails digging into his skin so hard, you’re sure to draw blood. “So good for me,” he praises.

Still holding your gaze, he draws back his hips, his cock leaving your wet walls almost entirely, before slamming back inside of you. You can’t help but throw your head back against the couch, eyes rolling into the back of your head. Moaning out his name, as he sets a slow, brutal and precise pace. The head of his cock finds that spongy spot inside of you, that makes you see stars, hitting it over, and over, and over again.

Klaus fucks you painfully slow, savoring every drag of his cock against your warm walls. Grunting and panting above you, until his head comes to rest against your forehead. Both of you are sticky with sweat, none of you cares. 

All you care about right now, is the feeling of his cock inside of you; pulling sounds from your throat you thought yourself entirely incapable of. And all you can do is hold on for dear life.

Your fingers in his hair now, tugging, pulling. Panting and moaning against his lips, as you join in another searing kiss. His arms on either side of your head, caging you in, chest to chest. You can feel his heart beat against yours, feel his eyelashes fluttering against your skin.

After fucking you like that for what feels like hours, kissing you lazily, Klaus pulls back, hands pressing into the couch on either side of your head, hooded eyes looking down on you, almost in awe.

“Look at you.. Taking my cock so well,” you flush at his words, that mocking tone back. You whimper, just as his cock hit that special spot inside of you for the hundredth time. The pleasure never diminishes, no matter how many times he finds it.

Something inside of him seems to snap, and before you can even understand what’s happening, he has you on your knees on the couch, ass up, face pressed into the couch. His cock never leaving you whilst re-positioning you.

His hands find your hips in a bruising grip, pulling your ass flush against his pelvis, his chest pressed against your back, as he whispers in your ear, “You feel so good around my cock, love. So tight and wet,” his kissing your shoulders now, and down your spine. “Could stay inside you like this forever,” you let out another pathetic whimper, trying to rut your hips back against him. He’s stopped moving; his thick cock filling you up, but staying still.

It’s making you want to cry.

“Please, Klaus,” you whimper into the couch, face angled, eyes trying to catch his.

“Please what, love?” He’s taunting you. You bite down on your lower lip, tears forming in the corner of your eyes; it does absolutely nothing, and his cock is still unmoving.

“Please move, Klaus. Please- please fuck me, please,” all your pride thrown out the window, completely and utterly forgotten.

Barely does the words leave your lips, before he grants you your wish.

Though this time, he’s not holding back. His pace neither gentle nor slow. Instead, it’s fast, and hard, and unforgiving. Pistoning his hips, cock hitting your g-spot over, and over, balls slapping against your clit. Hands on your waits, pulling you back to meet his thrusts every single time.

By the time his hand snakes between your legs, and starts rubbing furiously on your clit, you’re a drooling, moaning mess. Your eyes in the back of your head, as he fucks you to your second orgasm of the night. Your whole body convulsing in pleasure, as the fire spreads through your veins.

“That’s it, love. Come on my cock, let me feel you,” and that’s all you need before you’re screaming his name yet again, tears streaming down your face.

He fucks you with such fever, hips rutting into the soft flesh of your ass, sure that bruises are forming there. You don’t care, in fact, you quite enjoy the thought of walking around with bruises on your ass, all because of Klaus.

His fingers never leaves your clit, not even when you’re begging, telling him it’s too much, instead, he pounds his cock deeper, harder, rubbing the overly sensitive little nub even faster. “Just one more, love. I know you can do it,” his hips stuttering, faltering, telling you he’s close, too. “For me,” his words send you over the edge once more.

Your third orgasm hits you so hard, so fast, you nearly pass out. Lips parted, in a silent scream. Klaus flips you over, wrapping your legs around his waist, nimble fingers rubbing on your clit with inhuman speed. Before you even realize it’s happening, you feel wetness gushing out of you, slicing his cock, and running down your thighs. Eyes in the back of your head the whole time.

“Fuck, love- that’s it, just let go..” his voise so tense, you’re sure he’s straining not to spill inside of you right this moment. Instead, fucking you through your orgasm. Hips stuttering, thrusts growing erratic. “So good, cuming around me. Listen to you,” his resolve seemingly crumbling by the second.

Through your haze, you manage to whimper out his undoing, “Want your cum inside of me,” that seems to send him over the edge.

With a crushing grip on your thighs, your feet dangling helplessly against his lower back, he pistons into you, unrelenting, thrusting into you with such fever, you can feel your eyes rolling right back into your head. Grunting and panting against your neck, before he stills, spilling his seed deep inside of you.

You can feel it, filling you up, before spilling out of you, trickling down your ass, and onto the couch. His thighs trembling, voice rough, as it moans in your ear. The sound sends shivers down your spine, goosebumps appearing anew all over your body.

Then he collapses on top of you, his weight anchoring you pleasantly to reality, feeling almost like you’re about to float out of your body, all bliss and pleasure. The aftershocks of your orgasms still making your body tremble.

You use the last of your strength, to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his face to yours, lips meeting in a lazy, warm kiss. Klaus returns it, nipping at your lower lip.

The two of you stay lying like that for a few minutes, his cock still inside of you, his seed too. Then he pulls out, pulling your body on top of his, as he lays his back against the couch, one hand on your ass, the other cradling the back of your head, placing gentle kisses to the top of your head, whilst you catch your breath, head on his chest, listening to the beating of his heart.

You’re the first to break the comfortable silence, albeit keeping your head on his chest, eyes closed. “That was..” he finishes your sentence for you, “Amazing.” You nod your head, repeating his words, “Amazing.”

Klaus’ hands find your face, gently, forcing you to look up at him. His eyes so- soft, it makes your heart skip several beats. You stare right back, your own eyes just as tender, words lost somewhere in your throat. Instead, you lean up, his head meeting yours, as your lips find his in a quick, chaste kiss. Almost, shy. Experimental.

Something entirely different than any other kiss shared between the two of you.

“Stay the night?” Your voice barely a whisper, eyes finding his, when you pull back from the kiss. Wishing so he’ll agree. 

Instead of answering you, he wraps his arms around your body, and suddenly, you find yourself no longer on the couch, now lying on your bed, wrapped in his embrace under the covers. His chin pressed against the top of your head, your face in his chest. You allow yourself a deep breath of his scent, his cologne. Of him. It makes you shiver, your eyes fluttering, as you snuggle closer. Your bones suddenly heavy, body melting into his. He’s warm and soft. Safe.

His lips find your hair, kissing you tenderly. “Sleep now, love. I’ll still be here tomorrow,” hesitating before he continues, “If you want me to be..” There’s something new in his voice, something your sleep-stricken brain can’t quite place. Vulnerability?

Before you doze off, you mumble into his chest, your hands tugged safely under your chin, “Never leave…”  Klaus finds himself smiling against your hair, pressing another kiss to the top of your head, so chaste, so gentle, as not to wake you up.

Listen I am so insanely normal about this rivals to lovers hockey yaoi. So incredibly normal that I wrote a self indulgent fanfic about it. Have I seen the show? No. Do I ever plan on watching the show? Not really, it’d probably just lowkey upset me that I’m not in a triad. Also this is my longest fic ever and basically my first ever smut (I wrote one before but it sucked so we don’t talk about it.) Also rivals to lovers compels me in general, cough gax cough. Also, Connor lowkey kinda looks like Ewan Mitchell, am I wrong? But yeah, I wrote this at two in the morning when I should have been sleeping, but I’m ovulating and had to get my horniness out somehow. Also not proofread because it’s 3 in the morning. Also, to all the Canadians out there, this fic is dedicated to you for your tax dollars.

Warnings: anal sex (m receiving) unprotected sex (in my mind reader has had an iud for as long as she’s dated Shane which technically classifies it as protected sex), squirting, reader enters subspace. In my mind this takes place after the award ceremony.

INTO THE SHADOWS

From the shadows: Part 2

Part 1

Disclaimer: Contains stalking, voyeurism, manipulation ( if you squint), Huck may be a bit ooc ( my bad), and nfsw ofc. ( Tell me if I missed anything. )

I am not a professional writer in any way, not even an amateur. Just a girl who loves scandal.

You come into work and are immediately swarmed with the new project. Olivia is going through something ( again) with Fitz while you and Quinn compile evidence to show that a Florida Governor didn’t cheat on his wife. You are constantly on your feet..but you can’t help but notice Huck staring at you. It’s just a little longer than normal, but it’s enough to make you sweat. You think back to last night and how you were moaning out his name. You make it a point to take that to the grave.

Still, during a brief break in looking for evidence, you shared a little bit about the car last night. “ The alley beside my apartment is a dead-end? It just kinda freaked me out.” You can’t help but express your worry. Since coming into this job you haven’t been directly targeted yet..but it could happen any day. Especially with your track record.

As you explain this, you see Huck listening intently. You’ve never seen him look so..concerned? You can't quite decipher the look on his face.

The day is almost over as you routinely gather your things. You stayed behind a little later to do more research on the governor. You and Quinn hit a stalemate, finding out the strict governor is in an open marriage. And..of course, you can’t tell the media that.

It’s just you and Huck when you finally start to clean up, and

decide to check on him.

“Hey, huckleberry!”

“Please don’t call me that.”

Ok, so that joke did not land. He didn’t even crack a smile, but he did look at you.

“Ok. I’m gonna head out, see you tomorrow. ”

You’re almost out the door when you hear a faint “wait”…. and you’re drawn back in. The words “ I wanna go home with you.” made your breath stop. “ I want to make sure you’re safe, that car wasn’t normal.”

You felt your breathing start again before you thanked him. You couldn’t help but consider it ... as he had that look again. You caved, and as you waited for him to finish his work..you felt electricity.

You drove in front, as he tailed you home. He followed you closely, almost like he was a professional. It made you feel safe, but in the back of your mind, you were worried. You tried to think about if your room was clean. Wait, why were you thinking that? He wouldn’t be in your room…right?

You pulled into your space and met Huck at your door. You led him to your apartment. You couldn’t help but feel his eyes on you as you opened the door and invited him in. Your apartment was very monochrome, which you hoped he wouldn’t hate. Wine on the table and throw pillows on the couch, you asked him to sit down.

You tried to keep your distance as you sat down, not knowing what to do. “You live alone?” Huck says as he looks around. You could finally read him, he looked kind of amused.

(The bright colors of your living room contrasted the work they did on the daily. He couldn’t help but find it..endearing. )

“Yeah,” you answer hesitantly. “ I like it that way, lots of personal space. I’m sure you feel the same?”

Huck makes what seems like a small smile. “Yeah, with my work, it’s easier.” As he gets a sad distant look on his face, you can’t help but wonder what’s going on in his brain.

You both sit in, albeit comfortable, silence. He stares out the window as you stare at him. This quiet leaves you pondering questions you couldn’t help but think about endlessly. Until you feel brave enough to ask.

“ What’s going on between you and Quinn?”

Huck seems to snap out of his trance and look at you. “ Nothing.” He says calmly as he scans your facial features. “I’ve seen the way she looks at you Huck, you don’t have to lie,” you say in an almost teasing way, though it tears you apart to say it.

“ She may look at me that way, but I don't see it. I’m focused on other things” he says shakily. You smile a little as you playfully ask “Like what?”

“You.”

That is what he wanted to say but it just couldn’t come out. Instead, he answered, “Work, what else ?”. You can’t help but feel a little awkward, as you try to find a way to explain the question.

“ I just thought..you two might have had something. Though I know it’s none of my business! It’s just that she does a lot of little things for you! And you talk a LOT..so..I don’t know..”

You sit awkwardly in silence as Huck just looks at you.

“Y/N…You are so naive.”

You don’t know whether to be offended or shocked at him telling you this? He’s being so..forward?

“I want to shield you from all the horrible things in this world..things I’ve seen,” he says looking down. “Quinn is nice, she’s nice to me but she doesn’t make me feel like that.”

Your mouth goes dry, you can’t speak.

“You make me feel different, like I can’t trust myself around you. Like… I can’t control myself. The small things you do, the glances you give me…the special treatment.” He looks up at you as he moves his body closer. You can feel the warmth in his touch as he reaches for your face.

You can’t move.

“ I want you. But I haven’t felt this way in a long time, and I get addicted easily. You’re my angel…and I don’t wanna dirty you with… things I can’t take back.”

His other hand rubs your thigh as you let out a shallow breath.

“But I need you, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold back.” He moves even closer, you can smell him. A metallic and woody scent fills your senses. His fingers move closer to your core as you take in this situation.

“Tell me to get out and I will. I’ll leave, and you’ll never have to talk to me again. I will stay out of your way. I won’t even touch you again. We won’t speak of this again..” he says, trembling and almost breathless as he takes in your figure.

“ I want you,” you say, surprising even yourself as you stare at him. “ I want all of you.”

It’s almost as if he’s been waiting for this his whole life, as he goes in for a kiss. He’s dominant, you fight for control but you can’t get it. His arms roam your body as his tongue invades your mouth. You can’t help but moan as he lifts you. Moving you from the couch to his lap effortlessly. He roughly palms your cunt, as you let out soft moans into his mouth. He really can’t control himself.

You feel overwhelmed with pleasure as you grind your hips into Huck’s hand. “ f-fuck” you moan as you feel tears welling up in your eyes. The stimulation is almost too much to handle.

“ I’m sorry. I’m going to ruin you.” Huck whispers into your ear before kissing your neck. You feel your orgasm approaching, your hips stuttering. As soon as you can almost see that blinding light, Huck yanks you off his lap. “ It can’t be over this quickly, I’ve been waiting for this too long. Get on your knees, angel.”

You’re too far gone, you immediately obey. You can’t believe the timid man you pined over could act like this. But you loved it. So you got on your knees, as he stood up, unbuttoned his jeans, and took his cock out of his boxers.

The friction of your cunt, and his pants left him completely hard. You couldn’t have imagined what you were seeing. About 7 inches, but thick. So thick you can feel your mouth getting sore already.

Huck looks down at you with..lust and adoration as he watches you start to try to take his length in your mouth. You’re struggling to keep up as his hips buck into your mouth. “ I’m sorry”, you hear Huck say above you as he latches onto your hair and pulls you forward. You’re taken aback as he thrusts into your mouth. You look up at him with tears in your eyes. His face is contorting with pleasure, looking down at you. “You’re so perfect, so perfect for me.”

You can feel yourself getting dizzy when he pulls you off. You can’t help but..miss the feeling. Miss his cock. It felt like fate, how perfectly he fit in your mouth. “ Fuck me..please,” you say more desperately than you’d like to admit. Huck takes a deep breath as he picks you up.

Next thing you know you’re thrown on your bed. You’re a little confused. “ How did you know where my room was?” Huck didn’t look phased at all, as he held your hands down. Looming over you as he littered kisses all over your body. “Lucky guess,” he said as he kissed your inner thighs, getting closer and closer to your core. Your mind immediately went blank as his mouth latched onto your clit.

Just as you felt your pussy convulsing against his tongue, about to cum, he tears away from your core. You couldn’t help but whine until he slipped a finger into your cunt. Then two. Then 3..slowly stretching you out as you moaned and grinder against him.

“I’ve been waiting for this. I’ve been waiting for this for so long. Since you first said my name, I was hooked.” He said as he pulled his fingers out, sucking them dry. Relishing your taste. He positions his cock with your cunt.

“When I heard you moaning my name, I knew I wasn’t crazy. I knew you were calling out, you wanted me to. And suddenly my hand wasn’t enough. I needed to feel you.”

You can barely register what he’s saying as you feel him start to push into you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, as he stretches you out. “ I wanted to delude myself into thinking, I wanted to keep you safe..with that tracker. And you were none the wiser, my sweet angel. I sat in my car and I fisted myself to your voice..and now I have the real thing.”

You slowly register his words as your mind catches up, looking at him in disbelief. You wish you were scared, you wish you wanted to throw him out, but..it made you want him more. To know that he wanted you just as bad, maybe even more, drove you crazy. “Please Huck..please fuck me..”

You said looking up at him with Hazy eyes.

He looked at you, direct eye contact as he slammed into you, making you moan about his name. “ I’m not sorry for what I’m about to do to you..” he said before pulling out and slamming back in. The pace was blindingly fast, you didn’t know he had that much stamina. The room was filled with moans, and slapping as he wrecked your pussy. Huck bent over, pinning your arms above your head, kissing your neck, and whispering in your ear.

“ Take it, Take all of me...you were made for my cock.” He rubbed your clit as he spoke.

“ I'm addicted, and I don’t do good with addiction. So now I’m gonna ruin you for everyone else. So please just take me.”

He panted like a dog in your ear before moving to your lips and asserting control over you again.

You could feel the coil tightening again. “ please cum inside me, please!!” you felt yourself begging before you could even process what you said.

Huck looked down at you and smiled, the first time you’d ever seen him genuinely smile. “ Everyone’s gonna know you're mine. Cum is still gonna be leaking out of you tomorrow morning.” He said as he harshly slammed into you for the final time.

Suddenly you feel it, the orgasm hits as a warm liquid fills you up. Huck's hips stuttered and then to a halt as you both felt the final wave of pleasure. You feel Huck pull out as you lay there limp.

All your energy is gone, it’s been fucked away. Huck helps you to your shower as you wash up together. He helps pick out some clothes from your cute pajamas. And then puts his clothes back on, about to leave, before you invite him back to your bed. You didn’t expect so much kindness from him, it was the least you could do.

So he spent that night sleeping next to you. The big spoon to your little spoon. Of course, you’ll have to process his little confession in the morning and go back to work to face everyone. But none of that mattered right now. He had you, and you felt..safe and loved.

Thanks for reading!!!

18+ | Mob!Bucky x Best Friend!Reader

the adventures of bucky and his little fairy.

recommended to be read in order, but most can be read as standalones.

Mob!Bucky x Thief!Reader 

Run-through: His mansion was highly secured, and yet, breaking in and trying to steal from him was rather easy for a skilled thief like yourself. Key word: trying. Of course you got caught by his men. And the mob boss was known to be ruthless, cold, merciless – the list of his villainy was endless – so you thought he’d end you the moment he laid eyes on a thief like you. However, he didn’t. Instead, he made you an unusual offer. One you couldn’t resist. 

Themes: thief!reader, mentions of homelessness and parental death, slight angst, mob!bucky, dom!bucky, slight daddy kink, sex toys, age gap (reader is in her early twenties), smut, fluff, cocky!reader

a/n: more mob!bucky bc i need to write him for my mental health

“Where is he?” 

Pairing: MobBoss!Bucky Barnes & Curvy!Reader

Warnings: descriptions of domestic violence, angst, hurt with comfort, violence, blood, drinking, love at first sight (they both be smitten), p in v sexual relations, light choking, Bucky Barnes (needs his own warning), reader description, non beta (we die like men)

Summery: Someone can only handle so much before they become numb. Can only handle so much hurt and anger before it consumes them. You couldn't, wouldn't, become that. You had to get away.

You did. And met him.

Status: Completed

1.Betrayal

2.Let the Demons Rain

3.Teeth

4.Pull the trigger, give the bullet to a Stranger.

5.Closer Than You Think

Lex Luthor - Oneshot (Invincible)

Lex Luthor (Meteor)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10 - Final

Lex Luthor- X-Men AU

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10 - Final.

Oliver Queen (Murdock)

Oneshot

Extra

Lex Luthor- (Disassociation)

Oneshot

Extra 1

Extra 2

Clark Kent (Amazon)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5- Final

Lex Luthor (Speedster)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7 

chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20- Final

Lex Luthor (Alternate Universe)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5 

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18 - Final

Extra 

Clark Kent (Time Leap)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Lex Luthor (Empath)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Summary: The reader is feeling closer to the Ackles but something threatens to take that all away once and for all…

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x foster daughter!reader

Word Count: 8,200ish

Warnings: language, angst

A/N: Also written for @supernatural-jackles Weekly Writing Challenge (week 6)…

When you pull up to the Kent farm, you smile.

She really was your daughter. You often came to the barn when you were stressed, or just needed someone to talk to. Heading to the door, you’re not shocked to see Lillian sitting on the couch holding a cup of tea. Martha is sitting right next to her.

“Are you sure there’s no one we can call for you. Your parents must be worried sick.”

“They’re too busy fighting.” Lillian said sadly.

“You can’t hide here forever. You need to let them know you’re safe,”

Jonathan said, rubbing her shoulder. You had an inkling feeling she didn’t quite tell them who she really was.

“You know I could be imagining this but you look familiar. “ Clark states,

He’s holding a fresh batch of cookies, and her eyes light up. When she zooms over and devours them all at superspeed, it’s then that the kents look a bit shocked. She paused, swallowing the last cookie with a nervous giggle.

“S-Sorry, I forgot how much I loved uncle Clark’s cookies.” You step through the door, and Clark just stares.

“D-Did you say uncle?”

“She did.”

They finally take notice of your presence, and from the look on Clark’s face, you can tell he’s hoping for some explanation.

Lillian turns, and it looks like she’s about to cry again.

“Mom..”

You send her a smile.

“It’s okay,”

She runs right into your arms, and you hug her. It feels so right to hold her in your arms. You’d been so young when your mother died, you barely remembered what it was like to be held like this. Even though your father had found love again with Caitlin, growing up you didn’t have a mother figure. You’re grateful at least that your child doesn’t have to experience the same.

“(Y/N), what’s going on?” You pull away.

“Well, you know how I did that time travel thing, apparently the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

“She’s from the future?” Jonathan questions.

“She is, and she’s my daughter.” Martha moves closer with the biggest smile.

“She’s so beautiful, just like her mother.” Lillian smiles.

“Thank you Grandma Kent.” She returns it with a smile.

“Clark actually, can you come with me back to the manor? This sort of happened when Lionel was there.”

“He knows about your powers.” Jonathan suddenly looks defensive.

“I’m coming with you.” Jonathan says. He’s about to grab his jacket.

“It’s okay Mr. Kent.” He pauses.

“I know you’re worried, but I think adding more people that dislike Lionel would just be adding fuel to the fire. Clark and I have this handled. “ You can see the reluctance, but he sighs.

“Alright, just be careful.”

“I will.” Clark nods, following as you make your way to the door. Lillian waves at both Kents.

“See ya later!”

Martha waves back with the brightest smile, and Jonathan chuckles. He supposes he’s going to have to get used to a lot more family time travel trips.

~

You’re walking through the Luthor manor, and Lillian’s eyes are fixated on Clark. He looks down at her and she blushes looking away. You recognize that look, smiling.

“Does somebody have a crush on Uncle Clark?” you tease. She shakes her head frantically and Clark laughs.

The moment you step through the doors, all heads turn. Lillian is holding your hand, and Lex rushes to your side.

“Thank God you found her.”

His relief is immediate. Lex kneels, and Lillian looks away guiltily. You can tell Lex isn’t completely sure how to interact with her. He looks like he wants to offer her comfort, but he’s unsure how to go about it. Like you, he was also raised without the presence of his mother.

“Are you alright Lillian?”

She nods, and wraps her hands around his neck. He’s a bit stiff for a few seconds, but then returns the embrace. She buries her head into his shoulder and he sighs, holding onto her tighter. The sight is more than anything you can hope for.

“I’m sorry I ran off. I just didn’t want to see mommy and daddy fighting again.” He separates.

“What do you mean again?” He straightens, and she swallows.

“This isn’t the first time I’ve come to the future,” Your brows knit.

“You’ve been here before.”

Nodding, she starts fidgeting.

“The reason you travel for the first time is sort of because of me. That is when you find out you’re pregnant with me in the future. I remember Aunt Jesse telling me just how strong the connection to the speed force is. Dad has always been a bit scared that I’d be a speedster too, so when it happened he wanted to give me the cure, but mom got mad. I thought if I left for a while they’d stop fighting, so I ran and I ended up running to the future by accident. Back to when you both first met.”

She smiles, and you feel a pull at the sadness in her eyes.

“I made it back alright, but when I did, it just made Dad more scared. I made things worse. I thought if I proved that I could do it again and come back, then he’d see that he wouldn’t have to worry. That I could take care of myself.”

You understood now. They were worried for her future. Probably the same way your dad has always been.

“I just want them to make up with each other already. They’ve never fought this long before. It’s been a week. “

Lex wasn’t sure what to make of this. He could fully understand his future self’s reasoning. He’d only known Lillian for a few minutes and he felt as though he’d risk his life to keep her safe.

“Why not just train you then.” Harrison buts in.

Lillian looks up.

“You can use the speed lab at STAR Labs, granted it’s still functioning in the future. Rather than removing your abilities, why not harness them. It seems like a fair compromise. “ Lillian’s eyes seem to slowly light up.

“D-Do you really think that will work?”

“I believe it’s possible. If Lex still refuses to listen, just send him to Grandpa Wells. I’ll set him straight.”

“Dad is kind of scared of you. I think it’s because you always make fun of his shiny head.” Harrison laughs, and you can see a small smile on Lionel’s face.

“Don’t worry Daddy, I love your shiny head.” He smiles at that.

“Thank you Lillian.”

Now that you know the true purpose of her sudden visit, you know it’s about time for her to head back home.

“Lillian, can you get home on your own?” She nods confidently.

“I can now.” Her eyes emit what you recognize as a resolution.

“I think it’s about time for you to head back.” you advise. She still looks a bit sad, but you know she realizes that she has too.

“I know mom. It was really cool seeing you guys like this. “ She gives you one last hug, and as she moves over to Lex to do the same, he looks as if he doesn’t want her to leave.

“Lex.”

He nods.

“I know she has to leave I just..it’s weird but I don’t want to let her go..”

The hugs she gives him are extra tight, and Lex begins to cry. Lionel is the one most affected by this. You know from Lex’s upbringing, it has always somewhat stunted his ability to trust and love. That’s why seeing him show so much for a child he would father in the future, it’s exactly what you’d hope for. A family that he could have, protect, love.

“I’ll miss you Lillian.”

She sniffles.

“I love you dad.”

“I love you too.” He finally pulls away, and Lillian skips to the door, absolutely glowing.

“Guess I’ll see you guys in a bit, wish me luck!” You all send her smiles, and just like that, she’s gone once again.

~The Future~

“She’s not in her room, or at Clark’s I searched everywhere.” You were beginning to panic.

“Calm down, it’s okay. She must be upset. “ Lex moves to your side, taking your hands and you do your best to calm down.

“I don’t know what I’ll do if something happens to her Lex. This is my fault. I was so bent on being angry I made it seem like it was her fault. “

Lex pulls you close, shaking his head.

“It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have suggested we remove her powers. I’m just so terrified. I’m not like you (Y/N). If something happens, I’ll never be fast enough to protect her. I’m her father. But I feel powerless.”

“You’re not powerless. Lex you’re the strongest man I know. Speedster or not. “ He smiles, brushing your hair to the side as he presses a kiss to your lips.

“Dad…mom..” The voice makes you both spin around.

“Lillian!!”

You rush right for her, and the moment she’s in your arms, she begins crying. You can feel the tears falling on your shirt. Lex lowers to her height, hugging the both of you.

“I’m sorry!!” She sobs.

“You did nothing wrong. We’re just glad you’re safe honey.”

“Me too.” More than anything, she’s glad to see them together, rather than fighting.

That trip was exactly what she needed.

~Extra~

Lillian had dropped by to assure you all was okay. You were happy to see that beautiful smile on her face.

“Grandpa Wells was right. After they tucked me in, Dad said he’d help me train to get stronger.“ You smile, happy that it all worked out.

“I’m usually right.” Harrison says.

Lillian grins.

“Actually, I think mom convinced him. They were smiling and then they went to the bedroom. Whenever they have an argument they always make up after they come out of the bedroom. Mom says she has other powers to keep dad in check.”

Your cheeks flush at the suggestion. At least she has no idea what really goes on behind those doors. Harrison is actively glaring at Lex.

“You’re shameless.” Harrison growls.

Even when he did nothing he still managed to tick Harrison off.

Lord Debling x Fem reader

Lord Alfred Debling x female Bridgerton reader

Synopsis - You’re the second eldest Bridgerton daughter, being forced by your brother to finally debut. You believed the ordeal would be terrible, that was until you meet the handsome Lord Debling, the handsome stranger soon captivates your mind and heart.

Warnings- fluff, period drama, feelings, very small amount of angst, confessions, great sibling relationships, suggestive themes but no smut. Still 18+ though please.

Word count- 4.7K

Today was the day, the day you were coming out into society, you’d put it off long enough. Being that you were only a year younger than your elder sister Daphne, and a year older than Eloise who were both already out. But your mother hadn’t pushed you and for that you were thankful, your eldest sibling Anthony though was another story. He had all but told you enough was a enough, and even though he would not ever force you to take a husband, you needed to be out in society despite your disagreement with it.

He did not want the great Bridgerton name tarnished, with people starting to talk of the strange girl in the family who did not conform to society’s norm, who did not like social situations, a girl who spent her time fencing, reading and horseback riding. You were a free spirit, one who preferred the wind in her hair, rather than constricted dresses, dancing and polite conversation.

So now just having turned 20 you were being launched into the world around you. This brings you back to today, your mother was flapping making sure both you and Francesca looked perfect, creamy white gowns adorning your bodies, lace perfectly placed, your dress was accentuated with gold floral embroidery and tiny puff sleeves. You adjusted your long white gloves once more before exiting your room, “Ah y/n there you are my love, have you seen your sister I can’t find her anywhere, she is not in her room!” Your mother Violet frets, she’s looking pale and exhausted. “Call down mother, I’m sure she is about, I can hear music are you sure you haven’t checked it is not her playing?” You ask.

“Oh! No I have not, come, we shall go check together.” She replies, gently grasping your wrist and tugging you down the staircase In search of your sister, you are sure she only holds onto you so she cannot loose you too.

Walking into the drawing room you find it was indeed Francesca playing the piano forte, your mother breathing a big sigh of relief, she is also dressed ready to go. “Well then my children let’s get going shall we?” She asks as she ushers us all out to the carriages, turning to you and Francesca she says “You both look so beautiful!” Voice full of emotion. “Thank you mother” you both say in unison, she nods before you all enter the carriage and head off to the queens palace.

The whole thing went by in a blur, you walked down the aisle, bowed to the queen then exited out to the side, you’d all entered out into a garden party where people were mingling happily. Your brother Colin who had just returned from travels, was boasting to the young ladies, causing them to fawn over him. Penelope Featherington sadly watching from the sidelines, you were very aware of how she felt for your brother, being the same age you had spend many moments together. Although you wouldn’t call her a close friend, it saddened you to see her aways watching him with such hopeful but sad eyes.

You decided she could do with a distraction so you made your way over to her, “Hey Pen, how are you? I haven’t seen you about the house recently?” You ask, she jumps, obviously you’d caught her very much deep in thought. “My goodness y/n you scared me” she gasps hand on her chest, “Sorry Pen, we were both on our own so I thought I’d come talk with you” you explain. Her face softens then “Of course, you can always come talk to me, I know how hard this must all be for you” she replies her face now sympathetic. “Yes, I do so hate public attention, but alas my brother thought it was necessary” you sigh, nodding Penelope gave you a look of understanding, “We must all be pushed out into society sooner or later, I was just 17 when my mother decided I needed to be out. And look over three years later and I’m still just sat here with no suitor prospects, I wish I could find a husband” she groans, “What? Why? You’ve never seemed too interested before?” You ask.

With a sigh she turns to you “In all honesty I need my privacy, and I just cannot stand living with my family any longer, at least your family is supportive and kind, mine can be just awful” she complains. You nod, you understand, her family have always been difficult especially her mother! “Well then Pen I hope you find a kind, loyal man to be your husband this season, you deserve some happiness” you tell her in earnest. “Thank you y/n, you do too, whatever that is for you, you deserve happiness too” she says as she walks off, leaving you once more to your thoughts.

Would you find happiness? What was happiness to you anyways?

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That evening you were attending your very first ball, nerves settled deep within your stomach. There would be many people attending Lady Danbury’s ball, and you were hoping to quietly blend into the crowds, not causing any reason to warrant any unwanted attention. Anthony had insisted on you being present, he had also given you a list of people he had chosen for your to converse with.

Your dress though, that you had chosen for yourself, it was a deep maroon, corseted down to your waist, it then flared out into a subtle A line ballgown. It had thick off the shoulders straps, sparkling embroidery and a skirt that swished as you moved. You wanted something that felt more freeing, compared to the tight empire line gowns that were the norm. Giving yourself a last once over you sighed, although you looked like a princess, you felt absolutely ridiculous.

Entering the party was as equally nerve wrecking as bowing to the queen this morning, walking down the steps after your brothers and sisters you felt all eyes shift to you, you held your head hire and floated down with all the grace you could muster, it must have worked because once you’d reached the bottom all eyes were still glued to you. Your mother came rushing to meet you, “You did well, you entered as gracefully as a swan” she gushed, you rolled your eyes at her enthusiasm, “Well mother my plan is to not cause any unwanted attention, I don’t want them thinking I am some wild animal that cannot be tamed” you sassed back. Tutting she guided you through the crowds to meet some new people, what you hadn’t noticed though, were a pair of very entranced blue eyes belonging to the one Lord Alfred Debling watching your entrance.

“Who is she?” Lord Debling asked Lady Danbury, “That would be Miss Y/N Bridgerton, second eldest daughter of the Bridgerton family” Lady Danbury answered. “I see” he replies eyes still watching you intently, Lady Danbury smirks knowingly, “I may also add, she only debuted this morning so from what I gather she is very much on the market, so to speak” she smiled. “Is that so?” He asks eyes still enchanted by you. The pair hadn’t noticed Cressida Cowper Joining them, not until she spoke up causing them to both jump slightly, “I’ve heard she’s a strange girl” she abruptly interrupts, “And where have you heard that Miss Cowper?” Asks Lady Danbury, her voice full of exasperation.

“Well I’ve heard she prefers the outdoors over social gatherings, she rides her horse bareback at some speed I may add, I’ve seen it myself. When I’ve called on Eloise this summer she’s either sprinting through the country on her horse or she has her nose in some weird book” she explains amusedly. “I don’t see how that makes her strange, but rather it makes her unique” Lord Debling affirms, “Well also” Cressida stutters out trying to find something more vexing to say about you, “Ah she also fences, she sword fights with her brothers, isn’t it incredibly odd, incorrect even for a young lady to sword fight?” She points out. “I dare say! Does she really?” He asks Lady Danbury, “Yes I believe she does” Danbury replies, the smug look is soon wiped off Cressida’s face though when he turns back to Lady Danbury, “That is incredibly impressive, what a young lady she is! I will go introduce myself” and with that he leaves in search of you.

He finds you over by the drinks helping yourself to one before retreating to the corner, “Miss Bridgerton? Are you quite alright? You appear to be hiding in the corner” he asks. You bow quickly “Lord Debling, I’m quite well thank you, just not one for large social gathering's” you answer honestly. “Ah, no me either actually, I prefer to be outdoors” he responds. You smile up at him shyly “I do too” you agree, “Riding Percy gives me much more joy than this” you continue, choking on his drink Lord Debling gasps “I beg your pardon you what?”, “Percy, he’s my horse, a Suffolk punch, my brother Anthony bought him for me for my birthday a few years back, I most enjoy riding him through the countryside, where it’s nice and quiet” you explain,

“Oh of course, I heard from Lady Danbury that you enjoy riding, he conveys, cheeks bright red now from his misunderstanding. “Lady Danbury spoke of me? To you?” You ask confused, “Umm yes, I happened to ask after you” he admits, you offer him a smile “I see and what else did she happen to say about me?” You question teasingly causing him to smirk, “Nothing much else, just that this was your first season” he stutters out now feeling very put on the spot, “Oh yes well I put it off as long as I possibly could, but my brother is forcing me to try this year” you confirm, “Is it so very bad?” He asks, teasing smile on his lips, “Well maybe not as bad as I had made it out to be in my head” you admit.

“Well then, would you care to dance?” He offers, hand outstretched towards you. “Yeah ok, why not, in the name of trying new things of course” you smile, “Of course” he repeats, clearly amused by you. He walks you out to the dance floor as everyone lines up, ready for the dance to begin. As the music plays he spins you around the dance floor, your eyes never leaving one another’s, its almost as if there’s static energy between you, your hearts pounding in your chest, you can tell everyone is watching you both, but in that moment all you can see is him.

“Is that your daughter Violet, dancing with Lord Debling?” One of the mothers asks, “Yes” your mother laughs, “I dare say it is” her face is lit up at the way your both staring at each other, thoughts of Daphne and Simon’s first dance entering her mind. This looked very promising, she thought you’d be the hardest to convince to give this whole ordeal a try, but you were entranced by the man before you, and it was Francesca who had made a rather hastily exit home already.

Lady Danbury joins your mother, “He asked about her you know, the second she entered the room” she tells your mother, knowing smirk still plastered on her face, “Did he?” Your mother asks, “Yes, he seemed very much intrigued by her, maybe we’ve made a match already” she implies, “Maybe…….. I will speak to my daughter once we are home” you mother decides. Nodding in agreement Lady Danbury takes her leave.

Once your dance comes to an end you bow and move to walk away, thinking he would have other young ladies to dance with, a soft grip of your hand causes you to turn, coming face to face with Lord Debling once more, “May I call on your tomorrow?” He asks, “Yes you may” you give a curt nod before leaving with your family.

This night had gone much better than expected, you thought to yourself whilst laying in bed, you felt excited to see what else was to come.

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The next day you’d woken up early, to get yourself dressed for your sword fighting lesson, hoping you’d have time to freshen up before anyone had any callers, you smile to yourself at the thought of seeing Lord Debling again today. Bounding down the stairs you met your instructor Henry, “Good morning Miss Bridgerton, are you ready?” He asks, “Yes I am” you affirm, “Very good, although I don’t see how you need any more lessons now, I’ve taught you everything I know, and you have mastered it all”, you grin “Why thank you Henry, but I can tell you why I need my lessons” you reply, “And why is that Miss Bridgerton?” He asks, “Because I enjoy them” you laugh as you get into position.

Your two eldest brothers had joined you now, you were currently practicing against Benedict, completely loosing track of time. “Why do you encourage this Anthony?” Your mother asks, “Well dear mother I think it’s good that a lady knows how to defend herself, no one will ever mess with our little y/n now will they?” He questions playfully, rolling her eyes she waves him off as she leaves the room.

“Ha! I win again! Really Benedict are you even trying?” You goad, sweaty and exhausted he gives you the are you kidding look, “Yes dear sister unfortunately I am!” He grumbles, Anthony snorts out a laugh “Well I dare say these lessons are paying off, you have quite the talent” he praises you, “Thank you brother” you smile. Just then one of your maids enter the room, “Someone’s here to see you Miss” she announces, realisation hits you! Oh no Lord Debling has arrived and your still in your fencing clothes.

Walking in he smiles at you, you bow nervously before rambling out, “I’m very sorry I lost track of time my lord, please excuse me for a moment while I go change”, “Nonsense don’t worry about it, I’d love to see you in action” he answers, “Really!?” You ask surprised, he nods in response, you look to Anthony motioning for him to come join you, but he puts his hands up in surrender, “Oh no, watching Benedict loose all credibility was quite enough for one day, I will go find my wife, as I promised her a walk this morning.” He replies, “I’ll spar with you” Lord Debling offers, “Oh I couldn’t ask that of you my Lord” you hastily reply, “You’re not asking, I’m offering” he affirms before removing his jacket and placing on Benedict’s fencing armour.

Anthony lets out a laugh, “Perfect” he announces, before turning to Lord Debling “Don’t let her win, she will know. She is incredibly able” he confirms before leaving to find his wife. “Well are you ready then?” Debling asks you, “Yes, quite ready” you smirk back. As the two of you spar the static energy returns from last night, you fall into an effortless rhythm against one another, he fights well, there is technique and power to his moves, but you are just too quick for him, eventually knocking the sword from his hands and pointing yours to his chest in victory,

“I say! You are rather good at this aren’t you” he laughs, “Yeah I think it’s because I enjoy it so much” you agree.

“You Miss Bridgerton are an incredibly rare flower indeed” he says, “Thanks” you reply warm blush adorning your cheeks, “Will you save me a dance at tonight’s party?” He asks. “Yes of course” you reply maybe a little too hastily, “Well then, until tonight” he offers placing a delicate kiss to your knuckles. Before leaving he looks back towards you once more, giving you the most endearing smile.

You were very much looking forward to seeing him again tonight.

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Over the next few weeks the two of you became much more acquainted with one another, you danced together at every party, usually more than once, you took chaperoned strolls together in the park and your family had also invited him over a couple of times for dinner.

You’d learnt much about him, his love for animals and wildlife, the fact he didn’t eat meat, all his adventure and conservation ideas, you’d become completely enamoured with this man, It appeared he also was with you too.

Today you were both taking a stroll in the park, the sun was warm and the smell of blossoms filled the spring air. Your maid was walking a few steps behind you, keeping a watchful eye. “Beautiful day is it not?” You ask him cheerfully, enjoying the sunshine on your skin. “Yes it is, but I can see something much more beautiful” he replies watching you carefully, you turn your head to hide your reddening cheeks. “Will you be attending the garden party tomorrow? I hear there will be a new form of transport being showcased” you ask, “Yes I believe I will be attending” he responds while smiling at you, grinning up at him you offer a nod in response.

“Well I bid you farewell Lord Debling, I have promised to help my mother this afternoon, I will see you tomorrow?” You offer, “Yes I shall see you tomorrow, good afternoon Miss Bridgerton” he replies. You spare him one last glance, before you walk off with your maid.

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It was the day of the garden party and you were stood looking at the enormous ballon in awe, was that really supposed to be able to carry people through the sky? “Quite spectacular isn’t it?” Lord Deblings voice cut through your thoughts causing you to jump, “My Lord, you gave me a fright!” You gasped, “I am sorry, that was not my intention” he responds “That’s ok, it is spectacular yes, although I do worry how it’s supposed to transport people” you reply.

“Yes quite, but I suppose only time will tell, are you well Miss Bridgerton?” He asks, “Yes, thank you my Lord I am very well” you affirm, “Good” he nods.

As the afternoon goes on Penelope, Eloise and Cressida join in your conversation, Cressida going out of her way to try and impress Lord Debling, not even caring how desperate and contrary it makes her appear. Penelope spends the whole time staring at Colin and Eloise is pretty much rolling her eyes at everybody’s antics. Cressida continues to laugh at something he said, almost hanging off his arm, causing a pit of jealousy to stir in your stomach.

You turn your attention once again to the large ballon, which is now rocking very unstably in the wind, creaking and groaning as the ropes loosen. Just as they snap your brothers are rushing over to pull them back, using as much strength as they can muster to pull the thing back into place. All you can do is watch in terror as they lose control and the ship comes hurtling towards you, it all happens so quick, one miniute you’re watching terrified, the next you’re on the floor Lord Deblings body shielding you.

“Are you quite alright?” He asks gazing into your eyes, “Yes all thanks to you”. He carefully traces his fingertips down the side of your jaw, you watch him with wide eyes, wanting nothing more than to lean in and kiss him. Someone loudly clears their throat behind you, you both jump apart, turning to see Cressida and Eloise watching you both.

Lord Debling jumps up before offering you a hand up too, “What luck you were there to save my sister, thank you my Lord” Eloise states, “Of course, it was nothing” he replies before walking off.

“What was that y/n?” Eloise gasps, “I hardly know” you reply, completely shocked yourself.

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That very evening you arrived at the ball still very much in shock, more so by Lord Deblings behaviour than nearly being squashed by the heavy ballon. Your mother currently had you making small talk with every eligible Lord in the room, “Mother is this really necessary?” You grumbled as you made your way over to yet another man, “Yes my darling daughter it is, until Lord Debling actually proposes you must keep your options open” she insists, “But Anthony said I do not have to marry this season, only that I must be out in society” you ask confused.

“Yes I know my sweet girl, but every year you’re on the market the less desirable you become, now make haste” she commands, you roll your eyes at her as she drags you through the crowd, “Lady Bridgerton, Miss Bridgerton, how nice to see you both” Lord Cambell greets, “Lord Cambell, lovely to see you again” you reply with a very forced smile. “Would you have any space left on your card to include a dance with me?” He asks, you stutter before your mother replies on your behalf, “My daughter would be delighted”, you resentfully offer your wrist and card for him to write his name on, before bowing and leaving to find some corner to hide in.

After no empty corner is found you retreat to the gardens in hope of some peace, leaning against the cold stone of the house you close your eyes, taking a deep breath. “Miss Bridgerton you should not be out here alone” Lord Deblings voice causes you to jump, “My goodness my Lord! Must you always startle me so.” You gasp, “Sorry I never intend too” he replies in earnest, “But you really shouldn’t be out here alone” he repeats as he steps closer, “Yes I know, but I need a minute to breathe, it’s awfully stuffy in there, and my mother is being a nuisance….” You trail off, voice stuttering as he steps closer once more, “By nuisance you mean by parading you around the room, like a prized animal?” He smirks, “Yes” you stammer, feeling more breathless than before if that was at all possible.

He carefully moves a piece of hair from your face, “Do you not wish for the attention of the Lords here tonight Miss Bridgerton?” He asks, “No, not from those ones anyways” you whisper, then in a flash his mouth meets yours, it’s passionate and gentle, it’s fire but also calm. Your fingers grasp his jacket as you pull him in closer, moulding your body to his own, his fingers move from your face to your neck, tilting your face to give him better access. His other hand grasps your thigh as he pulls it over his hip, grounding down into you causing a low whimper from your lips, moving from your mouth he kisses down your neck, nipping at your sweet spot, your hands slide into his hair as you grind into his hips once more.

Your movement causes him to gasp before quickly pulling himself away from you, leaving you a breathless mess. “I shouldn’t have done that” he worries, “My Lord?” You ask confused and worried, “I shouldn’t have put you in that position I am so very sorry” he repeats and your heart sinks, was he going to reject you now? Were you about to loose all credibility? Sensing your despair he quickly comforts you, “What I mean to say is that shouldn’t have happened before I asked for your hand, I do not wish to dishonour you, if you will have me and your brother agrees to it, I would very much like to make you my wife” he confirms, “Really?” You ask.

“Yes really, I am quite enamoured with you my dearest y/n, I came here to the Ton to seek out a wife, I thought I could find a match of convenience, one where I could travel and my wife would happily stay at home managing my estate. I did not think love was in the cards for me, I believed that my work would take up too much space in my heart for that, but then I met you, and my goodness did you change everything” he explains.

“Is this a confession of love my Lord?” You ask still very much breathless.

“It is yes, I didn’t come here to seek it which makes this as much a surprise to me as it is to yourself” he replies.

“I love you too” you admit, which causes his handsome face to light up, “I too did not believe this would happen, when my brother asked me to debut this season, I admit I hated the very idea, but I’m so very glad I did as it lead me to you” You confess.

“Well then my love, I believe I have a question to ask your brother” he replies, his hand seeking to find your own, grasping his with yours you reply “I suppose you do”. He gives you one last kiss on your cheek before heading inside to seek out your brother. You are still stood against the house, breaths still racing as you trace your lips with your fingertips, the tingling of his kisses still present.

Upon entering your home that evening Anthony stops you “Y/N may I speak with you a moment?” He asks, “Yea of course brother what is it?”

“Lord Debling has asked for my permission to propose to you, he says he has the deepest of feelings for you and he wishes you to be his wife, I know him to be a very kind man, one who obviously wouldn’t ever hurt an animal or a woman, he has a great estate and great prospects, so if it’s what you want I will agree to it at once, but I told him I had to talk with my sister first” he explains.

You smile knowing how deeply your family cares for each other, this is something you will never take for granted. “Truth is brother, I love him very much, I didn’t think it were possible to find someone I could fall for so deeply, but here we are” you reply.

“Very well then I shall give him my permission” Anthony affirms. You walk over and give him a chaste kiss to the cheek, “Thank you brother” you respond, he nods giving your shoulder an affectionate squeeze before wandering off.

You were going to be married! Not only that to a man you love, you felt such happiness in that moment your chest could burst.

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The next morning whilst reading your maid walked in announcing Lord Debling was here to see you, you nod at her to let him in.

“Hello my love, are you well this morning?” He asks as he enters the room.

“I am quite well my Lord thank you” you smile.

“Please call me Alfred, such formalities feel no longer necessary”

“Very well Alfred, but then you must call me y/n so we are on equal terms” you reply.

He laughs, “Of course, my dearest y/n, so I’m guessing it’s no secret to as why I am here?” He asks.

“Well I have an idea, but I will need you to clarify” you respond with wit.

“Very well Miss y/n Bridgerton” he begins before getting down on one knee, “You have bewitched my heart, and I’m asking if you will do me the extraordinary honour of becoming my wife?”

Walking towards him you kneel down in front of him, reaching out and tracing his stubbled cheek, “Yes Alfred, I will marry you” you gush before moving in and placing your lips against his, in a sweet soft kiss.

Premise: Kick-Ass stumbles into your room while escaping a scuffle one night and you just had to make him yours.

Tags/CW: Bimbo/Mean Girl!Reader, Subby!Dave (until he’s not :3c ), Rich girl!Reader, p in v, oral (M + F Receiving), Voyeurism, Mask stays ON!, lots of smut little of plot, dirty talk.

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Out of all the open windows in New York, how did Dave get as lucky as to pick yours to jump into?

You fall into your plush pink bed with a pout. You can’t believe you’re grounded on a Friday night, and the sounds of people bustling around on the streets of New York below didn’t help to make you feel better. You look around your room, designer furniture drenched in pinks, creams, and white taunting you like a gilded cage. Tortured, you throw a hand over your face, rolling over in bed to grab your iPod touch that features an endless scroll of all your friends having much more fun on social media.

You glance out your window, the sparkling sky line of the upper east side of New York glittering with fun that you’ve been disallowed from taking part in. It’s open just slightly, letting in the cool late September air into your bedroom. You groan as another text from your besties comes in showing just what you’re missing, a video of them walking down near your street and laughing together.

“We’re like right outside, you should just sneak out.” One sends, tempting you.

You think about it, how easy it would be to just climb out of your window and down the fire escape and try to make it back home before anyone would notice, but you know how many more Friday nights you would miss if you got caught.

You’re just about to text them back about just how miserable you are, and that you can’t risk it tonight, when a new video pops up in the chat.

You’re ready to tell them to stop teasing you with a good time and that you already feel like a prisoner in your own home when you notice that the video takes on a different tone than the last one.

You watch as the pedestrians behind your friends start a commotion, someone in the crowd trying to push through. You hear a polite, yet urgent voice as you get a better look at just who is causing such a stir.

“Sorry! Sorry! Excuse me, folks, coming through!” The man appears to be masked, a green and yellow body suit covering anything identifying.

He moves around your friends and begins to crawl up a familiar looking fire escape.

“Holy shit, is that Kick-Ass?” One of your friends in the video yells before the scene becomes a blur and the video ends.

Kick-Ass? That vigilante everyone’s been posting about?

You barely have time to think much more to yourself as you hear the sound of foot steps pounding up the rusty metal outside your window. You pull back from the bed, almost letting out a half scream as a pair of green gloved fingers slide in the gap in your window. The figure slides it open further before launching his body inside your room with a crash, taking most of the assortment of trivial things off your nearby desk.

“Oh my god!” You clutch your iPod, barely registering that there’s a man in your room and you only have on a pair of panties and a PINK baby tee on. “What are you doing?”

“Uh, I’m sorry,” Kick-Ass looks around your room in disbelief, his bright blue eyes and his pouty plump lips the only parts exposed by his mask. “I just, REALLY needed to get away from those guys!”

He tries to catch his breath, panting for a second before looking over at you and your scantily dressed form.

“Oh, geez, I um,” His soft voice wheezes out in embarrassment for the situation, not able to find any words to make this any better.

”You were?” You raise a perfectly plucked brow, folding your arms over your chest.

“I um,” He tries to find any way that makes him look like less of a perv, but he knows that it’s pretty much useless.

Your iPod keeps Ping!-ing, and finally after giving the stranger in your room one final stare down, you peek at just who’s bothering you.

“OMG he like totally crawled in your window!”

“Like wtf are you guys going to do in there???”

“I know what I’D be doing if Kick-Ass was in MY room.”

“Shut the fuck up, Jessica ur like such a slut.”

“Well, he IS kind of hot.”

“Well, there’s no way he actually went into HER room, it had to be someone else’s…”

A smile twists onto your pretty glossy lips, and you glance up at this supposed crime fighter named “Kick-Ass” before taking a few steps towards him.

“So,” You say, the nervous energy clearly written on his face, despite the mask. “You’re telling me you’re the Kick-Ass guy they’ve all been talking about.”

“Um,” His voice catches, then he clears his throat. “Y-yeah, I guess you could say that.”

“And I would be like, so totally cool for getting to meet you?” You take another step closer, your bare, manicured toes sinking into your plush white carpet with each step.

“M-maybe, I don’t really…” His voice trails off as you continue closer, hands extending to touch gently on his chest over the superhero suit. “…Know…”

“Mhm…” You look up at him, batting those long lashes of yours at him while drawing a circle with one finger over his heart. “I think it’s only fair I get something out of this since you so rudely barged into my room like this.”

“W-what do you have in, um, mind, exactly?” You can practically see the desperation in his eyes as they flick from yours down to your glossy lips.

“Oh, nothing, I just need you to help me prove something to my friends.” You lean up on your tip toes, letting your face get closer and closer to his. “Just a little kiss, well, maybe more…”