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Just Us Three

Pairings: Klaus Mikaelson x Pregnant Fem Reader

Summary: Klaus is excited for the new bundle to arrive and has ensured that you are as comfortable as possible. Just some fluffy sweet boy Klaus taking care of a pregnant reader.

Word Count: 753 words

“Y/n!” Klaus’s voice echoed through the halls. He had left the mother of his child for a minute to get her some water and she had wandered off somewhere. She wouldn’t listen to him when he lectured her about resting which made him even more anxious and more frantic as he searched the house. She was already 7 months into her pregnancy and he had done everything he could to make her comfortable. Through all the late cravings and listening to her when her emotions became too overwhelming. 

“Y/n! Love come out now.” His voice grew more concerned. He could hear her snickers in the room where they set up the nursery. The light mumbles of her voice echoing in the halls.  Klaus promptly followed her voice, his footsteps thumping against the floor.

“Love I tol-” he stopped at the frame of the door when his eyes landed on her. She softly rocked in her chair, her hand placed gently on the growing bump as she sung little lullabies to it. They had placed a rocking chair near the window so that she could bask in the light while he painted near her. An indirect  way for him to keep eyes on her.

“Love, not funny.” He shook his head, walking towards her. He took a knee to touch her belly with her.

“Sorry baby, daddy gets anxious when he can’t see me.” He snorted while listening to her patronize him for being so nervous. The small flutters he felt made his heart skip. He didn’t know if he was ready to be a father but seeing you carrying his child. Your little coo’s at the child in your womb. He was willing to swallow that fear just to support you and the baby.

“Love, I’ve got your water. Do you need something to eat? Cold?” Question after question. He didn’t wait for the answer about being cold as he stood up, putting the glass of water on the side table within your reach and grabbed the nearest blanket that was thrown across the couch. Klaus gently put the blanket on your legs. He watched every movement you made.

He already made sure his house was guarded day and night. A list of rules that everyone, including his siblings had to follow was created the moment you told him about the baby. Anything to keep you safe, comfortable, and happy. No killings were to happen within the house just to prevent undue stress on you. Eyes had to be put on you just to make sure no one would take you. He even made sure you had all the foods you would need to make sure that you and the baby had the nutrients needed to grow.

“Stop worrying Klaus. I’m perfectly fine.” Something she had repeated every other week in an attempt to soothe him. Y/n was a tough girl and he knew how strong she was.  Y/n’s hand grabbed his, brushing his knuckles lightly. He could feel his shoulders relax, the tension easing momentarily. She was so calm and collected while he worried about the baby room and the enemies outside waiting to take her away from him.

“I know you are well but it isn’t going to stop me from protecting my family.” He spoke slowly,letting her hand move to cup his face. His eyes moved to your stomach, sighing as they bounced back to your eyes. He took your hand to kiss your wrist.

“Have you thought of any names, daddy?” The way she called him daddy made him chuckle. It set a fire in his heart that made him want her. He stood up from the ground with a small grunt. Klaus let out a slow breath before placing a kiss upon her temple. The sweet smell that wafted off her made him sigh with relief.

“I haven’t love, Have you?” He offered a hand to her. She'd begrudgingly took it as he helped her from the rocking chair. Another waft of her scent made him moan into her neck. She shook her head as he felt the loose strands of her hair brush against his face.

Klaus: He's not one to lick wounds and apologize outright. Even if he knows he's wrong he still tries to hold on to whatever pride he has left. The thought of losing you outweighs that and sits heavy on his head He would try to buy some forgiveness with little treats sent to you indirectly with a card that says I'm sorry. If you choose to ignore it he will eventually come find you to set up a time to "talk". He hates nothing more than the silent treatment from you. It'll be a nice dinner and a tailored outfit sent to your address. You're favorite food and an empty restaurant so there are no distractions. He'd chew his words but eventually say that he was sorry and wanted to make up. When you finally accepted and forgave, a mischievous smile would return to his lips. "That's my girl."

Elijah: Elijah would give you time to compose yourself, granted he needed a moment to. Something about the argument unfurled something inside him and left a bitter taste. After an hour or so he would come find you. With a soft tug of your arm to draw you closer to him he'd ask if you were ok. He hates settling on negative terms and hates hurting you more. No gifts, no promises. Just an apology. Sincerity in his voice as he waits for you to say something, anything. His hands would move to yours, holding them. "You mean more than a petty argument."

Kol: Heat radiates from him. He's not entirely angry at you but with himself as he feels himself losing ground. He would leave to settle his rage on his own. No check-in to see if you're ok until he's calmer. He'd show up with a bouquet of roses. He'd kneel down, sorrowfully as he apologized for losing his temper. He promises to hold himself better for you. He never wants to scare you like that ever again.

Rebekah: Both of you. Tensions high. She already has tears rolling down her face in anger. She doesn't move. Rebekah wants it settled now. She would grab your hand. "I love you, please stay." Uttered from her lips. Whatever you were fighting about didn't matter anymore. She would move closer until she could wrap her arms around you, tears still falling. Her head would rest on yours until she choked out an apology. When you wrapped your arms around her she finally could breathe. Rebekah offers a compromise to settle the debate.

Freya: She hides her anger well. She tries to compromise in the moment but understands you need space. She takes that opportunity to make a small intimate date site. A late candle lit dinner in the house. Something neutral that she can start a soft conversation. Freya doesn't fully ignore the argument but with a cool head explains her thinking. No judgement or arguing just her listening. She brings up the good memories that you two share. Something to lighten the mood.

Bonus:

Its My Fault

Summary: Fem reader has a near death experience but is saved only because Kol turns her into a vamp. He then loves with the guilt as he tries to help her adjust to her new life.

Pairings: Kol Mikaelson x Fem reader

CW: (Detailed death, fire, some fluff, grief, Kol being a softie.)

Word Count : 1.7k words

Kol had planned an elaborate anniversary dinner, something quiet and sweet to remind you of how much he loved her. It was cheesy with the roses and romantic lighting but something he knew Y/n would enjoy. They had been together for a while now and he wanted to show her how special she was for him.

The way she smiled back at him as their fingers interlocked made him wish for a simple life with her. A life where he didn’t need to be a vampire. A life returning to magic that he had long forgotten. The night air felt cool on his skin. He looked over to Y/n who shivered from the breeze. Naturally he took off the jacket he wore and put it around her shoulders.

“Keep warm love.” His arm snaked around her side to pull her closer to him. His face buried in her hair as he kissed it.

“You are the best thing I have ever had Y/n.” He mumbled into her hair causing her to giggle. She had moved her head to kiss his cheek. He sighed, taking in the cool air.

The air shifted suddenly. Everything had become heavier and uneasy. It didn’t feel right anymore, making his hair stand up.  Kol had the sense that someone had been watching ever since they left the restaurant.  Too many people with shift eyes, watching you both, unnervingly. They had lingered around as you two walked home. He quickened their pace towards home. When they reached the compound a few lights remained on. It didn’t settle his nerves for a moment.  Shadows moved swiftly in the streets. Wherever there was a Mikealson, trouble followed whether they wanted it or not. As of lately the tensions have grown as younger vampires unionized and began to attack in batches. They had made more enemies with each faction fighting for power. Kol did everything he could to protect Y/n by having her move into his home but it didn’t stop some cocky vamps sputtering threats to harm her.

“Darling go ahead, I’m going to take care of some things.” He nudged her to go on into the house that wasn't far from them. The rustling of the leaves in the alley  tipped him to someone. Kol instinctively went towards it, snatching a lingering vampire.

“What do you want?” He gritted through his teeth. His eyes darkened as black veins grew from them.  More came from the shadows as he ripped limbs from each of them. He slaughtered them before they could answer. He took out a few more as the group dwindled in numbers. Then he heard her. That god awful shriek.

He sped to the house to find her. He saw her in the house and the swarm of vampires surrounding the house. 

Kol saw the fear overcome her, tears streaming from her eyes. An anger burned in his chest that he couldn’t tell if it was anger or fear.

“Darling it’ll be ok just go upstairs.” he yelled, motioning her to go further in the house. As long as she was inside they couldn’t reach her without invitation. He began taking down each vampire until Elijah and Rebekah came from the house to help.

“Bold of them to strike a Mikealson estate.” Elijah muttered, ripping the heart from one of the vampires. Blood splattered against his face.

“Where’s Y/n?” Rebekah asked as Kol pointed to the second story. Their numbers doubled than the usual lot. The door was wide open as molotovs  were thrown into the house, sending the house ablaze.

“We can clean this up. Get Y/n before she burns with the house.” Elijah pointed his head toward the house.

“Just go!” Rebekah shouted at him, taking down another young vampire. Kol heaved a breath before speeding into the house. Flames blazed all through the living room and kitchen, quickly moving towards the stairs. He rushed up the stairs to find Y/n in his room trying to open the balcony door. Her face was covered with a damp cloth and tears staining her cheeks.

“Come on, it'll be ok.” He tried to reassure her. For a moment he watched as she hesitated, his feet shuffled towards her, his hand reaching for her.The smoke began to fill the room, making his eyes burn and blurring his vision. He coaxed her once more as she shakily rose to her feet and walked towards him, her face still covered, coughing from the smoke. She had managed to walk towards him close enough to reach for his hand in the heavy smoke. Her hand brushed  his for a second until another molotov came crashing through the balcony doors landing beside her.The alcohol splattered on her jeans. Her clothes quickly took to the flame as she shrieked from the heat. Kol attempted to put out the flames but they were growing faster by the second.

The smell of burning flesh filled the room. Kol found a towel from his bathroom, turned on the faucet to drench it and wrapped it around Y/n. He lifted her in his arms running outside. Kol couldn’t help himself any longer. He watched as her eyes grew wide, the shock settling in from the burns on her legs and arms. The smell of her burnt flesh overpowering as her body shivered trying to maintain body temperature.

“Oh god Y/n.” He cried, wiping the blood mixed with tears from his face. He could hear the gasping breaths that parted her lips, eyes fading before him. His heart burned with rage. Rage that they had tried to take something from him. Rage that his true love endured such pain.

“No, I'm sorry.” He apologized. Anger and guilt blistering his soul for not protecting her. Elijah stood beside him, placing a heavy hand on his shoulder. Kol jerked his shoulder from his grasp. The fury coursed through his veins. He tried to reassure her but each touch made her twitch.

“This isn’t real,” he cried. He couldn’t go on with Y/n. He looked to Rebekah who clutched her heart as if she could feel his pain.

“I can’t let her go.” He sniffled. His thoughts grew wild as anger mixed with grief ate at him. The guilt rattled his mind. He held Y/n closer to his chest trying to provide some comfort. There was only one solution left to save her. His fangs grew as he lifted her limp body to him. Her neck exposed as he sunk his teeth deep into her neck. Kol ignored the burnt taste of her skin. Tears streamed down his face, dropping onto her body. He used his fangs to bite into his own flesh to give her some of his blood, brushing it onto her lips.

Kol couldn’t sleep as he watched over her body, waiting for her to shift. Elijah tried to encourage him to get some sleep. Klaus had offered to watch over Y/n so that he could rest but Kol refused. His mind was set on her. Her pale skin was marked with burns making  his heart ache.

He didn’t remember when he dozed off but when he awoke she was sitting up in his bed. The burns that tainted her skin were healed completely. Kol jumped to his feet to go to her. He paused when he noticed her jump, eyes locking onto his.

“Kol what happened? The house, the house was on fire, I was on fire.” His heart ached further hearing how small and innocent her words were. He parted his lips to speak but clamped them shut as his eyes dwelled with tears.  He moved closer to her slowly to make her anymore afraid than she already was. He anticipated the questions she might have but didn’t anticipate her voice being so small.

“I’m so sorry.” He apologized, voice cracking when her hand cupped his face.

“I’m a vampire now aren’t I?” She asked. He stopped to collect himself before answering her. Kol took a moment to look at her. The way her eyes were filled with worry, hair messy from the night before. Her breath was shallow but he could hear the lump in her throat when she spoke.

“You were dying. I had to save you.” Kol croaked. He drew in a long breath to steady himself. Her thumb brushed the tears that trickled down his cheeks. Her body moved closer to him as he let himself nuzzle into her. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer. There was so much she had to learn now that she was  a vampire. She would have increased healing, speed, and agility. Kol vowed to her that he would help her learn how to care for herself in this life. The windows were blocked out to prevent any sunlight. He reached in his pocket to pull out a daylight ring, taking her hand into his own to slip it onto her finger.Kol watched as she examined it like an ancient relic that now possessed her.

“I want food.” she spoke, clutching her stomach.

“Come on love, let's get you a blood bag or two.” He stretched out his hand to help her form the bed. Her hand felt delicate in his own as he guided her to the kitchen. Klaus was already lingering around the kitchen when she saw her and Kol coming to the kitchen. Elijah that stood beside him moved to grab a blood bag already knowing what was needed before Y/n had entered the room. Her daylight ring reflecting from the morning light. He was impressed with how well she was doing as a first time vampire. He remembered when he turned. The unbearable hunger that tore through his stomach and yet she remained graceful and poised.

“Hey, do vampires even need sleep?” Her eyes landed on him, curiosity as she scrunched her face. He could see the thought captivating her. His brothers only smiled at the question.

Jealousy is Unbecoming

Summary: Elijah becomes jealous when Marcel is a bit too friendly with his girl. Things get a little heated as the jealousy overcomes him.

Pairings: Elijah Mikealson x Fem Reader

Word Count: 2.2k words

CW: (Yandere behaviour, possessiveness, a bit of rough play, PinV, Oral, Jealousy, light Dom/sub dynamics.)

 Elijah couldn’t believe he had found someone as amazing as Y/n. The years of heartbreak after heartbreak made him hesitant even avoidant of getting back out there but if he hadn't saved you from one of Klaus’s antics you’d end up at his mercy. Elijah sat in his armchair, lightly tapping on the arm as he rested. He remembered the fear that captivated her until he showed up. The swift shift  into a smug and sassy remark when he had introduced himself.

“I’m Eljiah, you know me?” He replayed the conversation in his head.

“I’m Y/n. Do you know me?” she had replied with the crinkle of her nose followed by an eye roll.

A subtle knock interrupted his thoughts, as she walked in. A room he had masterfully redesigned several times through the years but only she made it feel like home. He never could pinpoint how she created his calm in the world of chaos.

“Klaus’s brought a friend. They don’t look friendly today. Do you still want to go out?” Y/n spoke with a tinge of exhaustion in her voice. He smirked as he watched her hand pop on her hip as if her scolding from his room would magically fix the problem. She had on a short blue dress that brushed against her upper thighs, shaping her so perfectly. Elijah rose from the armchair and straightened his suit, smoothing any wrinkles along his jacket. 

“When are they ever friendly? Let’s just hope they remain civil at the least." He paused ashe looked at her once again.

"Of course I will not let my brother's quarrels taint our day.” Elijah quickly took her hand into his own, leaning in to kiss her cheek. The soft tug of her pulling him along toward made his breath steady. He walked in the living room glancing between Marcel, who sat across from Klaus. How Marcel's face remained stern while Klaus gloated. The tensions had already begun to rise before they fully entered the room.

 Elijah dragged his hand across his face, already exhausted from the conversation he hadn’t even joined yet.  To his surprise Klaus had other motives. Klaus motioned him into another room to discuss “family business.”

Elijah gave Y/n a small nudge Y/n casually walked over to the couch furthest from Marcel.

"I won't be long" He reassured. Elijah watched as Marcel scanned Y/n up and down. His smile had widened suddenly and his tone became less harsh than before. He would only take a moment to talk to Klaus as he followed him into the other room. Elijah couldn’t fully shake off the unease as he remained near the closed door.

“What's a pretty girl like you, all tangled up with the Mikealsons?” He recognized as Marcels voice.

“I’m Lijah’s girl. Don’t you know?”.  Her soft voice with a tingle of sarcasm that he could hear behind the wooden door. Time began to move slowly with small talk. Elijah had long lost attention to whatever ploy Klaus had planned. He wanted to be near her. He had promised to spend the day with and he was bound to honor that promise. Klaus snapped his fingers at Elijah to regain his attention. Elijah  fixed his attention back to him as he continued. His ear was still near the door to hear what was occurring behind it.

“I just want to go out, I feel so cooped up.” Y/n whined. he could feel her frustrations growing by the minute. His patience was growing thin as he continued to answer Klaus’s remarks with nods and mumbles.

“Mikealson can bicker for hours, trust me I’ve seen it for centuries.” That remark from Marcel made his jaw tick. He had no business speaking against a family he wasn’t a part of.

“Let the brothers bicker, I can take you out to the best spots. What do you say? Just as friends.” Those words caught his attention. He could hear the sound of Y/n’s shoes thudding across the floor. He placed his hand on the door knob prepared to open it. To his surprise Y/n stood mere inches from him. His eyes glanced over her and landed on Marcel’s hand snug on her arm.

“It seems you've become friendlier than a mere moment ago.” Elijah scoffed. Marcel dropped his hand, backing away slowly.

“It’s not what it looks like. I promise I would ne-” Y/n stated as he watched her fumble with her words, her hands becoming jittery. Elijah's brows furrowed as he gently grabbed Y/n away from Marcel, taking her hand.

“Thank you Marcel for keeping her company. I’m sure Klaus would like to speak to you now.” He spoke in a tone that emanated respect laced with a brewing anger. Elijah leaned into her hair with practiced motion.

“My room now.” Each word seething. He watched her walk away,her feet moving up the stairs towards his bedroom. He dared not utter a word in her presence.

“Now Marcel, I don’t take kindly to people who touch what belongs to me.” Elijah’s tone sharp, his gaze returning to Marcel.

“See that it doesn’t happen again. Now go to Klaus.” He spoke, giving no room for compromise or retorts. Elijah walked towards the stairs to join Y/n in the bedroom. When Elijah walked in the room his shoulders relaxed but brows remained furrowed. His gaze raked over to Y/n who sat on the bed cross legged and fiddling with her thumbs like a child preparing to be scolded. He let out a low breath trying to calm the angered beast within him.

“I don’t want you around Marcel anymore.” he demanded. His eyes darkened like coal. He watched her face go from concern to slightly vexed.

“It was nothing Elijah, You can’t tell me who I can be friends with.” She countered him. Heat rushed up his neck and radiated from his core. He knew she would never actually cheat on him. That wasn’t it. He wanted Y/n all for himself and no one to have her. He had long dealt with his obsession but she had a way of unintentionally amplifying his desire. 

“I don’t care. The way he touched you.” He sputtered, his tone sharper, cutting through her words. He stood taking a shallow breath then taking off his jacket, throwing it on the chair. His steps were menacing as he walked towards her.

“It was nothing serious. You know I would never cheat. We were just talking while you wer- He watched as her voice hitched. Watched her arms folded across her chest as her eyes moved to the bed sheet the closer he became. He stopped right in front of her, eyes lingering on the features of her face. How red with anger she was becoming. Elijah delicately but firmly grabbed her chin to force her to look up at him.

“I said, I don’t care. Friend or not. I don’t want anyone to touch you.” His lips tight as he moved his face closer to her. He could feel the heat radiating from him.

“Jealousy is so unbecoming on you.” She teased as she attempted to smirk under his grasp. Elijah’s jaw clicked. He watched as her shoulders relaxed and the smug expression gracing her lips.

“Don’t test me Y/n.” he warned but she had already grabbed his tie, pulling it to maintain his closeness. Another click of his jaw as he removed the hand from her face.

“I don’t want any other man but you. You know that.” Y/n reminded him, keeping the tie pulled taut. Elijah felt the small kiss placed along his jaw. 

“Prove it.” He nearly whispered. In his mind he knew Y/n was right. She would never actually fall for another person. Every fiber of him wanted her. To ensure they knew what's rightfully his. She let go of his tie and crawled further up on the bed. Elijah watched as she bit her lip, painstakingly slipping her arms around his shoulders, her lips locking onto his in a deep kiss.Elijah unfastened his belt letting his pants fall loosely on his hips. He let their bodies fall back on to the bed, his hips nudged their way between her legs. Elijah couldn’t help running one of his hands along her legs, teasingly making its way up her thigh. Her soft skin, leading to silk fabric. The moans that escaped her only made him want to grind into her more. Elijah felt his hips moving in a circular motion to grind deeper into her. He hiked up her skirt exposing the silk panties she wore. With the pad of his thumb brushed along the wetness forming, doling it slowly to antagonize her.

“Elijah.” Y/n nearly whined as he felt her hips thrust upward trying to meet the friction of his thumb. Elijah only smirked before nuzzling himself into her neck to kiss her from her collarbone and up her jaw.

“Say it. Say you're mine.” he ordered, breath hot against her ear.

“I’m yours, I’m all yours Elijah.” Elijah watched as the blush crept up her cheeks making them turn pink. Elijah skillfully pulled down her panties before releasing his hardened cock. He took in the view of her. Confident yet shy. Eager and wanting to savor the moment. He laid to her side, kissing her neck. He pulled away for a moment to lick his fingers before traveling down to her folds. Starting slowly to allow her to acclimate to the sensation. Her sweet gasps escaped her as he watched her grind into his hand. His lips pressed to hers once more, allowing his tongue to slip deeper.

He felt her hand brush against his cock making him moan into the kiss. He could feel the way her hands wrapped around, making a steady rhythm that synced with his. The way her thumb rubbed over the tip of his cock nearly sent him over the edge but he had to hold himself together. He pulled away from the kiss, moving himself down her body to meet the heat between her legs.

“Mine.” He reminded her before taking a long drag of his tongue up the center of her folds. He tried not to smirk when she gasped, her hands instinctively going toward his hair. He felt the slight tug as her body tried to grind into face. Elijah’s hands gripped the soft skin of her thighs almost bruisingly. The beast inside him wanted to leave a mark on her, something to claim her as his. His tongue went deeper, moving in slow licks that teased her cunt.

“Elijah please more.” She begged. Those soft moans that followed after almost broke his restraint. He almost wanted to give in and give her what they both craved with a quick release. He steadied himself, giving slow licks, wanting to watch her come undone because of him. Elijah’s pace quickened, circling her clit as she moved in motion with him to create a delectable friction. God he couldn’t get enough of her taste. The wetter she became the more animalistic he became until her hips were bucking into him. He used his hands to try to hold her down as he went deeper to make those moans louder.

“Lijah, please.” He could hear begging pleas and he was soon to give her what she wanted. He felt her climax coming soon as the bucking became more vigorous despite his efforts to restrain her. When she finally came undone for him, is when he enjoys the whimpers that escaped her.

“My girl.” he rasped, removing his head from between her legs. He made his way towards her, pressing a harsh bruising kiss to her lips, forcing her to taste what he devoured. He lined his body to her center. His cock unbearably hard as he slowly inched himself inside of her. Elijah continued as she raspily moaned against his lips. Until he reached her hilt did he move down her jaw. 

“All mine.” He whispered in her ear as he began to pump inside of her. He reminded himself to go slow so he could watch her come  all undone again. The way her cunt tightened against his cock felt too good to be true. No matter how many times they fucked he couldn’t resist her. Each time serving a new type of pleasure to his core. Another pulse from her, engulfing his cock.

His quickened his speed causing her moans to grow louder the faster he pumped into her. He could feel his release soon coming. He used his hands to brace himself to pound harder into her, watching as her tits bounced with each thrust. Her nails dug into his arm as she tried to hold onto anything as she reached her climax. Elijah watched as her body spazzed around his cock making his cock twitch. He pulled his cock out using his hand to pump thick ropes of cum on her stomach. His breath ran ragged with a final jut of his hips. He laid beside her as they collectively tried to catch their breath.

Dating Kol Mikaelson x Fem Reader Headcanons Spicy Edition

CW: Spicy stuff, blood play, controlling, a bit yandere ECT

Intense make out sessions whenever he can. Not just his tongue in your mouth. He's got to grope up your body and press his body to yours. He has to grind his body into you.

Mirror kink. Definitely makes you watch through a mirror to see how he's taking you. Watching every reaction caused by him through that mirror to know exactly how to send you over the edge.

Blood play mildy or intensely. Out in public he may give you a little prick on your neck. A little excuse to lick up your neck. At home when it's just you two, he lets it drip down your chest so he can lick it off your tits.

Occasionally takes your panties with or without your knowledge. Intentionally cums in it before replacing.

Teases you in public and acts oblivious to how it's making you feel. It could be a light tap on the rear to him tracing his fingers up your sides, slightly lifting your shirt.

Coaching you through it. "That's it darling, hold it a bit longer." Followed by "You're being such a good obedient girl."

Likes to leave hickeys along your chest traveling down your stomach. Some visible but most covered. Just some nice red and blue kisses and nibbles down your chest. For "aesthetic"

Bros the type to fall dead silent after flustering you just to watch you fumble your words to tell him what you need. All with a sly smirk mere inches from you.

Whenever someone comments on how hot you are it makes him instantly jealous. Sometimes will pick a fight just to have a reason to bang you hard against the wall to "fix" the problem.

Boy is a professional eater. Will eat you breakfast,lunch and dinner with a snack in-between. Gets off on the idea of you becoming an overstimulated mess begging to either cum or take a break.

Likes to use your hair for control. Nothing too harsh to actually hurt you but enough of a tug to make you look up while he's taking you.

Occasionally makes you top him so he can play with your tits, biting sucking, groping.

Turns playtime into a game. "Let's see how many times I can get you off love. You count for me."

Literally be calling it "Playtime"

Doesn't really mind lace or leather but prefers you in his shirt and nothing else.

Picks you up and uses you as his personal toy.

Bothers you by intentionally walking around the bedroom in his towel post shower for way longer than needed. Just a lil peep show. When you try to say something you're met with "What I was just getting ready. Do you mind helping?

Low growls in your ear. Nothing too primal but enough to let you know how good you make him feel.

Yandere! Kol Mikaelson x Reader who actually loves them Headcanons

He's not just possessive of you. He's obsessed. Anything you like he likes too. He's constantly hovering to anticipate your next move. Any sudden change in your mood and he's there to fix it.

He cools his anger around you but sometimes blows his top off if someone pushes him over the edge. You give him grace for trying but it was kind of scary. Immediately feels guilty for scaring you.

You really like the possessive PDA he does. The arm around your shoulder, holding your hand tight, or needing to be right near you. He's not afraid to just make out with you right then and there to prove a point.

Needs constant reassurance that you actually want to be around him, despite the fact that you are almost just as obsessed with him as he is with you. " It's okay to love me, please. Love, me." In a nearly begging voice. He wouldn't break that easily but he's desperate for you.

Eats up every praise that you give him. Genuinely expects you to praise him daily by telling him how beautiful and handsome he is. He returns the favor by telling you how much he adores you.

Secretly bought your apartment or house so that he could walk through it when you are not home without having to be invited in. You're completely aware of it. But pretend to be oblivious when things "mysteriously" vanish.

Whenever he wants you out of a situation or a room where people are a little too close to you. Will not hesitate to throw you over his shoulder and promptly leave the scene.

Gets a bit grumpy when you stop affections to go do something. Pulling away after cuddling or dropping his hand to go look at something while in town. It's like a personal blight your oblivious to until you see him start to pout and fidget. Kol ends up tugging you closer to him as he grumbles about you being too far.

Gets incredibly jealous when other "attractive "people are around you. You call them friends and he calls them threats. He makes it a point to make everyone aware that you're with him by laying it on thick and calling you his darling.

Has mapped out your schedule and personality to a T. He knows when you wake up to when you get ready for bed. Skincare routine. Knows all your favorite restaurants/coffee shops/retail stores. Where to get materials for your latest hobbies. That one place from your childhood that he randomly books a trip to. It's endearing and terrifying when you figure it out.

Teasing him constantly for being jealous or moody. "Darling, they aren't half of what I am " as you praise him for being a "good boy" for not killing that one guy that looked at you too long.

More of my fav gifs😍

He was too gorgeous!

Blood in the Water

Elijah Mikaelson x Goth Witch Reader GN Chapter 1

CW: Mentions of blood, established relationship, mind control, cursed object, gender neutral.

Blurb: A new war is brewing among the species and a resolution needs to be made before everything boils over. Elijah tries to settle the dispute discreetly with your help. He offers a new talisman with power greater than the dark arts to appease the witches, all should be well until the relic chooses a new owner with heightened powers and sanity wavering.

Authors note: I hope to make this a multi chapter fic but will still take request if you want to add ideas to he plot.

Word Count: 1.5k

A sly smirk etched the corners of your mouth as you stood outside the house. Its eeriness didn't bother you much as the knob to the front door turned with ease, heavy leather boots echoing in the almost near empty kitchen. Klaus stood near the fridge, pulling out the crimson pouch as he turned to look at you.

"Can't be bothered to be invited in?" Klaus piped, his brows furrowed as he ripped the seal to a blood bag.

"I have a standing invitation granted by the noble Elijah, blood sucker." You said. Each word sounding like a taunt. Your hand glided across the kitchen bar while Klaus scanned you head to toe with an arched brow. The leather boots that trailed to the black pair of pants and shirt that ironically had a fanged teeth print on the front of it. Silver rings on each finger, some containing protection stones,some just purely silver.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." You spoke, catching Klaus's gaze when he finally met yours. Your eyes lined with pitch black liner as you held his stare. A half snort left him, drawing in another long swig from the blood bag.

"Elijah y-." Klaus began to say but before he could finish Elijah made his way to the kitchen with his vamp speed. Impeccably dressed in a dark suit, nearly matching the shade you wore.

"Hello darling, sorry to keep you waiting." He apologized, slipping his hand around your waist before planting a kiss on your temple. Earning the gesture an exaggerated eye roll from Klaus. He made his way out of the kitchen, mumbling about finishing his next piece.

Elijah let out a long breath before his lips curved into a subtle smile.

"You asked me to get you cursed relics and I did. It wasn't very easy to say the least. Took me a couple weeks." You spoke partially distracted as you rummaged through the satchel sat at your hip. The witches had been rampant once more with a thirst of having more power. Marcel did his best with his legion of vampires to tame them while Klaus played a psycho killer with the wolves. Which left you somewhere in the middle to help Elijah with some sort of resolution. With spare intel and draining location spells you were able to find the talisman. A new relic used to heighten the ability of witches at the cost of their sanity.

You pulled the necklace out from the satchel to give to him. His eyes immediately fixated on the pendant as he carefully took it.

"What would I do without you, my darling?" His smile etched the corners of his mouth as his eyes diverted to you. He put the necklace in his pocket before pulling you closer, his lips nearly pressing against yours. His eyes locked onto yours waiting for you to give him any sign of permission to go further. When your lips firmly pressed against his, is when he finally seems to relax and melt into the kiss. A soft moan left his lips as he went deeper into the kiss, his arms wrapping tighter around you. Steadily you pulled away, making some space between you, the blush creeping from your neck.

"Right Talisman, high power witch?, treaty?" You spoke in succession as if they were temporary adjustments to the plan. He smirked before nodding his head.

"Yes to all of that. Hopefully this." He said reaching back to his pocket to show the silver chain with a carnelian gemstone on the pendant. The location spell you used felt off from the beginning. Most of the time you only see where they are but this time it took you like compulsion.There were no clues on how you ended up in the cave with a red gem shimmering into your eyes. The pull it had was almost sickening but captivating as you stared at it, trying to remember the sequence of events leading to its discovery. Nothing came to mind after uttering the incantation that located it in the first place. Elijah slowly let it coil around his fingers as he focused on you. His hand delicately trailed up your arm in that reassuring but concerned Elijah did so well. He cautiously placed it in his coat pocket.

"You alright Dear?, Should we pay the witches quarter a visit?" His voice gentle with subtle hints of concern as his hand moved from your arm to cup your cheek. Elijah hooked a finger under your chin to look up at him to truly assess if you were ok.

"Yes, we should." Hesitancy in your voice. Not at visiting the witches but truly knowing if everything was ok. He noted the small changes in your voices, the way you tensed up at the sight of the necklace.

Small images of the cave flashed in your mind as you walked alongside Elijah. The glimmering red, the echoes from the cave walls that sounded like voices you once knew. Nothing seemed to make sense. Not even when you walked backed into town with the passage of time feeling nonexistent. Elijah’s hand brushed against yours making you pull your hand back. As perceptive Elijah was, you had hoped he didn’t see how lost in thought you were.

“Are sure you're okay?” He asked, knowing the lie that was to follow. Your body tensed once more as you tried to shake the chill up your spine.

“Yes, my love. I’m fine.” Your voice is much more cool and collected than before. His brown eyes lingered on you a moment too long, clocking the shift you both felt.

“I didn’t get a chance to say how nice you looked today. I quite like the attire you chose today.” He spoke smoothly as if he eased the unknown worry or tension. His hand hooked yours more firmly, giving a tight squeeze.

“Thanks, I debated adding red for a pop of color.” You mentioned, nudging him. He squeezed your hand gently again causing your shoulders to relax. No amount of comfort was reassuring in the witch's quarter. None of these witches cared for your practice of witchcraft, often calling it too eclectic and chaotic to be any real magic. Not that their practice wasn’t any better.

“Welcome to the cult.” You muttered. Elijah let out a soft snort before shushing you.

“They could hear you.” he reminded, pulling your hand up to kiss it. A thought flickered across your mind if you should really just repeat it just a bit louder for them. Elijah entered the gates, your hand loosely in his as elders stood outside talking amongst themselves as if they were anticipating his arrival.

“You actually showed up.” One quipped, crossing her arms against her chest.

“Man of my word.” he rebutted, pulling out the necklace and a written document in preparation for the treaty. All they wanted was this talisman. They needed to be protected from the evil forces that lurked in the unknown. Even though you know the only evil forces at work remained in this quarter you let them have it. Elijah pulled out a dagger and pen to sign the document to bind them in blood for the treaty and the exchange of the talisman. He slid the talisman across the oak table that laid out the contract. One of the elders slit her hand to gather the blood as ink. When the pen touched the document a wave of silence occupied your ears. An eerie and unsettling stillness like the shore pulling before a hurricane. The echoes. The echoes that bounced off the cave walls were here but still just as vague, just louder. Each muscle in your body began to tighten as you swallowed thickly. Elijah felt the shift once more,his hand reaching for you. The echoes grew louder as the carnelian pendant began to glow.

“Do you not see that?” You questioned everyone who now set their focus on you. Sweat beaded your forehead. The color slowly drained from your face. Elijah strove to remain calm but his concern only grew as your body shivered when the chills returned to your spine. Dark clouds began to form above as low rumbles of thunder rolled in the distance.The pendant still flashed the red hue that no one seemed to see but you. With another harsh swallow, you attempted to brace yourself on the wooden oak table. The witches now looked at you as if you were bringing the hells to them, each of them slowly backing away except for one who reached for the necklace. Her hand lurched forward but was met with a searing pain from the silver chain that grew hot as embers. The witch yelped with pain as her hand quickly retreated back, clinging it to her chest. The necklace moved from the witches, nearly burning into the table.

The weight seemed crushing as you stumbled slightly causing Elijah to hold onto you, his calmness replaced with uncertainty. The necklace slid across the table latching itself to your wrist with the hot pendant pressed against the inside of your wrist. Yet it didn’t burn but felt cooling to your skin as it fastened into a bracelet. Only then did the unease lessen. The pink returned to your face as your breathing became less laborious. The echoes softened into a low whisper that made you question your sanity. The sky had miraculously cleared which only added to your confusion.