his fingers grazed through your hair, tugging at your roots almost soothingly as tears rolled down your cheeks. The powerful man had you bent over his lap. “You know how I feel about you slumming around with mortals, darling.” Elijah whispered in your ear tauntingly. His free hand traced circles over your reddened ass—his handprint evident. His rings induced more pain than you’d like to admit, but it was an addictive feeling. “M sorry, sorry—please, I won’t do it again. Was jus’ trying to be nice.” You whimpered out.
His hand gripped your ass cheek roughly, pulling you up by your hair ever so slightly. His warm breath fanned your neck as he inhaled your scent. “Mmm, he looked very comfortable, you know. Putting his arm over your shoulder—“ he said, pushing your panties to the side and rubbing a finger at your entrance. “Whispering in your ear—had you all giggly, hm, baby?” He said, entering a finger slowly.
you gasped at the intrusion of his fingers that were much longer and thicker than yours. “Tell me, what was so funny?” He asked as he began to repeatedly slam his fingers into you. You were at a loss for words, the only thing you were capable of doing was moaning like a bitch in heat. “You just wanted my attention, didn’t you? Little minx.” He laughed, deep and full of knowing. “Say it, or I’ll stop.” He urged, fingers never faltering.
“Y-Yes—ohmygodd! Please, needed this so baddd..” You moaned out, your words slurring. Elijah loved having you like this. Bent and at his mercy, allowing him to do whatever he pleased with you. “That’s ittt, good girl.” He said, voice low and full of need as he listened to the sloppy noises your juices on his fingers were making.
After the last two weeks, you were completely emotionally drained. The night when ‘Alaric’ essentially killed Klaus was enough to exhaust you for a few days. You compelled a doctor’s note for school saying that you had pneumonia, but you really just needed a few days to process. Between fearing your own demise, discovering that Rebekah killed Elena and she became a vampire, and spending a short while thinking that Klaus was dead… you were spent.
The moment at your house that the two of you shared not long before Klaus was staked by Alaric and saved by one of his undisclosed witches was replaying in your mind every night. He nearly kissed you, and you wanted him to. And then he basically died – and that crushed you.
You really shouldn’t like him as much as you do. You’ve only known him a few months, and he’s not exactly a ‘good’ guy. But he’s only ever been kind to you. What made you so different?
He’s shown patience with the Salvatore’s on your behalf, and Elena too. He’s made an effort to get to know you… Klaus made it impossible not to fall for him.
And why was he so damn attractive? It wasn’t even that he was hot – although it definitely was a part of it – he was alluring. You felt drawn to him every time you were in the same room. You wanted to get to know him, to be around him, to be near him. He made it hard to think about anything else whenever he was near you. Stefan wasn’t kidding when he always said that vampirism heightens your emotions.
The mayor instilling a curfew was a ridiculous and ineffective way of Carol Lockwood attempting to reduce the danger in Mystic Falls as of lately. With the increase in killings due to vampires, werewolves, witches, hunters and hybrids… you couldn’t really blame her. But her ineffective human “authority” would do nothing to stop the supernatural in town. Especially when Connor was weaseling his way through the town and council.
In order to retaliate, Rebekah – being the rebel she is – decided to throw an “anti-curfew party.” “Morning everyone!” Rebekah came into history with a stack full of flyers, beginning to hand them out. She shoots you a smile and you don’t miss the way Elena glared at both of you. “So I’m throwing a little anti-curfew party at my new house. Starts in the fifth period, goes til whenever. Spread the word,” she hands you a flyer when she gets over to you and you chuckle under your breath, completely unsurprised but also impressed by Rebekah. Turns out you guys had a lot in common. “You’re welcome to join too, Elena, if you’d like to bury the hatchet.”
You can’t tell if she is being serious or taunting Elena, but either way, you’d be very surprised if she did go. You already made up your mind that you would not be missing this party, you’d even help Rebekah set it up.
“It’s a pretty enormous hatchet,” is all Elena says, glaring up at your sorta-friend. You roll your eyes and tuck the flyer into your bag, beginning to pack up your things. It was a waste of time to stay at school, you’d leave with Rebekah.
“Well I’m feeling generous with spirit,” Rebekah replies snarkily.
“New house, huh? Did your brother finally kick you out?” Elena glowers at Rebekah. Just like that, your mind is back on Klaus. Was it really that easy for you to get completely lost in thought over this man?
“He didn’t kick me out. I left.”
“So you left the only person on Earth that actually likes you?” Wow, Elena really could be bitchy.
Rebekah only smirks, unphased by her. “Well, Charlotte likes me. And your boyfriend liked me once. Actually, a lot more than once.” The bell goes off as the sub walks in, and you decide that you’ve had enough, so you stand up with your things and wait for Rebekah at the door. “Spread the word!” she smiles as she saunters out of the door with you close behind.
“I’ll help you set up,” you smile as you follow behind her, and she returns the smile, giving you half the stack of flyers.
“Perfect,” she grins. “The address is on the flyer. I’ll be heading over after I finish handing these out.”
You helped her finish handing out the flyers, then drove you both over to her new ‘house’ (mansion). You girls spent the next few hours set up, decorating and arranging. She compelled a few people to buy liquor from across town, and some others to help set up. Everything was going great. As you were hanging the lights on the long, elegant railing, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket.
I hear you are making your little friends angry, love.
You can’t help the silly smile that spreads across your face as you read Klaus’s text. Though you’re unsure what he’s talking about, you are just happy to get a text from him.
“Why’re you smiling like a schoolgirl, huh?” Rebekah teases you from down below where she is finishing setting up some snacks. “My brother?”
“How’d you know…” you trail off with a shy grin.
Oh am I? What’d you hear?
“Ew, you guys need to just get together already,” Rebekah pours herself a glass of champagne and you blush at the idea of ‘getting together’ with Klaus.
Apparently Elena isn’t too happy about your friendship with my sister.
You laugh aloud and walk down the stairs to show Rebekah the text. She scoffs proudly after reading the message. “Good. I hope she is angry.” You laugh and lean against the table to respond.
Sucks for her.
“Ya know, you didn’t have to kill her…” you raise your brows at Rebekah, giving her a look.
“Yes well, two birds one stone,” she shrugs with a smirk.
“You sure are your brother’s sister,” you roll your eyes playfully, and she laughs. “Would I be the worst if I asked Klaus to come tonight?” you ask Rebekah with puppy eyes. She makes a grossed out face and finishes off her champagne.
“I suppose not. Though he can be quite the buzzkill,” she responds. You smile and start typing out another text.
Are you busy tonight?
You are incredibly anxious for his response. This is the first time you will have initiated seeing him. Could it be a date? Is he the type to go on a date? “Don’t be surprised if he’s too busy tormenting someone to show,” Rebekah teases, although you know she is half serious.
For you? Not at all.
Your heart rate picks up as adrenaline floods your body. Such a flirt. This man has too much of a hold on you.
Want to come to Rebekah’s party?
You anxiously stare at your phone as you await his response. He responds within a minute, but those 60 seconds felt like an eternity.
Not quite how I pictured my evening, however, I cannot pass up an opportunity to see you.
Was that a yes? You chewed on your nail as you thought of how to respond.
I will see you tonight, Charlotte.
He texts back before you can respond. You blush and grin from ear to ear, excited to see him.
Can’t wait.
People started arriving around 1, but the party started really going around 3. You’d been drinking since people started arriving, as it took a lot of liquor for a vampire to get drunk – not that you were actively trying to be, but you were trying to calm your nerves before Klaus arrived. You weren’t monitoring yourself very well, because you started getting tipsy before he’d gotten there.
You knew that you were not very sober because when one of your favorite party songs came on, you started dancing like no one was in the room – when in fact the house was pretty packed.
You jumped and danced with some girl you shared a class with who was having just as much fun as you. Laughing as you jumped to the beat, your hair bouncing around in your face and the liquor in your stomach tossing and turning. Rebekah joined in and the three of you were having a blast, completely lost in the music.
The next song to come on was a more seductive song and the girl – Andy? – caught you by surprise when she turned around and started grinding on you. You laughed aloud and grabbed her hips, joining in the dirty dancing, moving your hips in sync. Rebekah mimicked and you were sandwiched between the girls, enjoying the song. It probably looked pretty hot, but you were having too much fun to think about anything else.
Having lost track of time, you hadn’t realized that Klaus had arrived and was watching you from a distance until the song was nearly over. You made eye contact as you caught your breath and grinned widely at him. He was wearing a dark red button down shirt with the first two undone, and a black jacket and pants with it.
As you were looking at him leaning on the wall across the room, looking right back at you, a new song had already started and some guy came up behind you, grabbing onto your waist. His hand pulled you into his body and he started swaying and grinding on you to the beat of the song. Normally, this wouldn’t have bothered you, but you were trying to go over to see Klaus. The guy’s hand dropped from your waist to your hips and he tried making you move with him, but you were uninterested. As you looked over to where Klaus had been, you saw that he was no longer there. Did he leave? Was he mad? Where did he go?
The guy spun you around and put both hands on your hips, pulling you against him and trying to have you dirty-dance against his leg. You continued looking around for Klaus, not really moving with the random dude. The guy spun you back around to grind on you again, and you came face to face with Klaus.
He stood a few feet in front of you, a very displeased expression on his face. His eyes were looking over your shoulder, presumably at the annoying guy dancing on you. “Dude back off,” the guy slurs as he notices Klaus.
“Leave. Now.” Klaus growls in a low tone, compelling the teenager. He lets go of you and walks off without another word, leaving you there with Klaus as the song continues in the background. You grinned up at him and in your slightly drunk state, took a chance. You closed the space between the two of you, your chest almost against his, looking up into his eyes. His expression was no longer sour. He looked pleasantly taken aback.
“Dance with me,” is all you say, turning around and beginning to sway to the beat against him. At first, he doesn’t react, but you hear him chuckle behind you. Your heart is pounding in your chest so loud that you know he can hear it, but you try to feign confidence. “C’mon!” you shout over your shoulder playfully. He surprises you when he places his hands on your hips, making you gasp and nearly trip.
Klaus leans his face into the left side of your neck as you dance against him, somewhat swaying along behind you but mostly letting you take the lead. Your body feels on fire wherever you feel him touching you, and you didn’t realize that something so simple could turn you on so much. Impure thoughts began crossing your mind as you leaned your head back into his chest, focusing on the feeling of his arms wrapped around you. He made you feel small and weak in the best way. Being a vampire and a strong-headed woman made you feel like you were more dominant than every other guy around – but something about Klaus made you feel submissive. He was strong, dangerous, older, powerful.
You decide to test your luck and take it a step further, reaching your hands up behind you and grabbing onto his neck, moving your hips back against him. His lips graze the sensitive skin on your neck, his warm breath in the crook of your neck, sending shivers down your body. You feel him graze his fangs against the skin and his arms move around you, basically hugging you against him, emitting a pleasurable whimper from you.
Everything about this moment was intoxicating, making adrenaline surge through your body. You can feel his lips grinning against your neck as he places a soft kiss in the same spot where he grazed his fangs. You push your body against his, needing more of him. A happy giggle escapes your lips and you bring your arms down and place your hands over top of his. They look small in comparison and his arms around your body as he leaned over you made you feel even smaller.
The song came to an end and you practically whimpered as he pulled away from you, leaving your body feeling bare without his warmth and presence on it. You turn around and look up at him, a blush radiating heat over your cheeks as you smile shyly up at him. He’s grinning right back at you in a seductive way that you don’t think you have seen yet.
Something feels like it’s changed between you. Obviously there’s been tension following the two of you around every time you’ve been together, and you’d nearly kissed a few times. But this was less innocent. Way less. Like you’d both finally admitted what's been going on all along without needing to say a word. The chemistry between you was crazy, you’ve never felt like this in your life.
“Come with me,” Klaus offers his open hand to you, and you hastily accept it. You’ve only ever held his hand while dancing, so watching him lead you away from the crowd with your hand in his was a new feeling. You knew you’d follow this man anywhere he’d go. In the craziest way, you felt both terrified and never safer than when you were by his side.
Klaus opened the balcony door for you and let you walk out first, pulling the glass door closed behind himself. He released your hand and you felt yourself frown in your drunken state. Walking over to the railing, you leaned both of your arms on it and looked up at the sun setting in the sky. He stands a few paces behind you, his eyes burning through the back of your head.
“Well hello to you too, love,” he teases. You turn around and press your butt against the rail of the balcony, smiling at him shyly.
“Sorry, had too much to drink,” you say, though you’re not sorry. Right on cue, a hiccup escapes your lips and he chuckles.
“Don’t apologize on my account,” he shrugs, taking a step closer. “I rather enjoyed your confidence.”
You don’t respond, just grin at him. You were starting to feel a little nauseous, but you tried to ignore the feeling.
“Kind of surprised you agreed to come tonight. Doesn’t seem like your scene.”
“A high school rager? Not particularly, but you invited me,” he grins.
“You’re such a flirt,” you smile.
“Are you objecting?” he takes a large stride closer, reaching out to touch your hair with two fingers. You lean into his touch subconsciously. God, how does he have such a hold on you?
“Not at all,” you mumble.
His eyes soften a little as he looks down at you. “Ugh, I don’t feel so good,” you groan, suddenly feeling like you may hurl. You spot someone who just filled their solo cup from the keg walking by and quickly open the balcony door, compelling them and snatching it up. Taking a few sips of the drink as Klaus watched with confusion, you tried to subdue the weird feeling in your stomach. Instead, it began spreading to your head and you felt worse. “What the…” you stumble and cough, realizing something is wrong. This isn’t from alcohol, something was going on. Your vision is blurry and you feel like you have been drugged.
“What is it, Charlotte?” Klaus asks, catching you when you stumble forward.
“The drinks…” you mumble. Klaus takes you inside by the arm, looking for answers to figure out what happened. You both see Rebekah stumbling to her room across the hall.
“Connor,” she hiccups. “Hybrid venom.”
Klaus’s eyes fall dark and he realizes that the drinks have been poisoned with hybrid venom from the vampire hunter Connor. You try to focus on keeping your eyes open as he helps you into a chair. You look up at him with blurry vision, trying to make sense of what was happening. You were poisoned? Are you going to die? Nothing was making sense.
“Here, drink.” He has crouched down in front of you and pulled you closer, placing his wrist up to your mouth. You feel the veins in your eyes surge as the smell of his blood hits you. Taken aback from his willingness for you to feed on him, you hesitate a bit. Blood sharing is personal, intimate, sometimes sexual. The idea of drinking his blood was intimating, but also…enticing.
Without saying anything, your fangs pierce his warm skin and you drink from him. The blood dripping down your throat is intoxicating and you feel immediate relief – pulling him in closer, aggressively, a tight hold on his wrist as you get your fill. A growl rumbles through your chest as you grab onto his wrist with both hands, taking more. You feel his chest vibrate in a pleasurable groan as you drink from him. Klaus strokes your hair as you feed, beginning to recover.
You finally release your fangs from his wrist and let out a large sigh, feeling relief hit you. He raises his other hand and brushes your bottom lip with his thumb, slowly dragging it across your sensitive flesh, then popping it quickly into his mouth to clean the blood off of it. You groan lightly, feeling animalistic and turned on.
“Nik!” Rebekah stumbles into the room, and Klaus stands up to heal his sister, dripping his blood into a glass for her to drink too. You sit there for a moment as he helps her, listening to the commotion downstairs – you could hear that Sheriff Liz had shown up to shut down the party, and Rebekah starts mumbling about how she was going to kill Connor.
Klaus lets out a loud sigh of disapproval and the three of you head back downstairs.
You offer to help Rebekah clean up but she says that she will do it tomorrow, so you make a mental note to come back and help in the morning.
Klaus walks you home in comfortable silence as you start sobering up. It wasn’t a far walk at all and you almost wish that it took longer. As you walk up the stairs to your balcony, it feels like the end of a date. You still haven’t kissed Klaus and it feels like every time you almost do, you’ve been interrupted. You so badly wanted this man, but you also started to feel worried that you wanted different things.
You knew without a doubt that you’d grown to have feelings for him – serious ones. But did he feel the same? Part of you wondered if this was all the thrill of the chase or him wanting to hook up. He certainly didn’t seem like the dating type. Would he want you to be his girlfriend? Would he be a faithful boyfriend? The questions raced through your head as you made your way to the door, before turning to face him. “Thank you for walking me home,” you say quietly.
“No need to thank me, love.” The mood is different from earlier in the evening – it’s more calm than intense.
“Do you want to come in?” you ask shyly. He smiles and opens his mouth, but pauses and takes a second longer to think about his response.
“I do, but I think I should let you sober up and get some rest,” he responds softly. You nod and try to hide your disappointment. It’s silent for a moment, and you can’t help but think about the last time you saw him before tonight – in a similar situation, right before he was nearly killed.
“You know…” you start, feeling awkward, but also needing to get this off your chest. “I was… really upset, when you… well, died,” you stumble over your words, avoiding his gaze. “I’m glad you’re not dead,” you smile softly, finally looking up to meet his eye.
His expression is hard to read, but he clearly appreciates that remark. He takes a step closer to you, leaning in slowly before kissing your cheek, slowly, softly, then takes a step back. “Get some sleep, Charlotte.” He starts walking down the stairs slowly, leaving you mind boggled by the door. You touch your cheek where he kissed you, a huge grin spreading across your flushed face. What just happened?
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Rebekah had avoided storms at all costs since Kol’s death. When the cure for immortality had turned up a dead end, she’d skipped town seeking out sunshine and clear skies, always staying one step ahead of the looming wet season. Or she had, she mused, as she stared out of her penthouse window in Costa Rica. Monsoon season had arrived early this year; she should have had another couple of weeks to enjoy the sun and culture before she would have to beat a hasty escape. But now she was trapped. There would be no flights or ships out of here in this weather, the rain having come thick, fast and relentless.
Each breath felt impossible, strangled beneath the thunderous onslaught battering against her window, which was a feat in and of itself as she had no need to breathe. The suffocating sensation marked the return of grief she had been running from.
Kol had always had an affinity for magic, unlike the rest of them, a child prodigy in the face of their startling lack of powers. He’d relished in his magic, using it frivolously as he’d grown. But the true peril of having such potent magic lay not in how you used it, but how it used you. Kol had been as temperamental and emotionally responsive as the rest of them, and, like every other Mikaelson, he channelled those emotions into rage, turning them into a weapon.
Yet Kol’s fiercest weapon was not the bow he favoured, nor the words he wielded with brutal efficiency—it was his magic. He was a child of nature, and nature listened when he called. Water was his element, and his fury erupted in booming storms and torrents that threatened to sweep their hut away.
She’d been terrified of storms as a child, associating them with Kol’s temper early on. During a particularly brutal beating Kol once received, the thunder had cracked in tandem with the crack of Mikael’s whip. The coincidence undeniable as to the cause. After that, Rebekah always associated the two. The sound of the whip made her think of thunder, and thunder made her think of their father’s cruel punishments.
A storm meant Kol was distraught, wrathful, or perilously both.
People had described Klaus’ expression as stormy, often over the centuries; never to his face, of course. She’d never agreed, unable to associate the term with anything other than the expression Kol wore as the sky rumbled with his displeasure.
There’d been a storm raging the night that father had plunged a sword into their chests. It had dried up as soon as Kol took his first sip of human blood and consequently lost his magic. That hadn’t stopped Rebekah from associating the tempestuous weather with her equally volatile brother. Sometimes, it was almost somatic. She’d catch sight of Kol’s stormy expression and could almost feel the tremors of thunder rolling through her body and rumbling in her ear.
It didn’t matter that Kol was dead, that he was never coming back. A storm still meant her brother was in vile spirits. Besides, he was on the Other Side now, exactly where his magic was. Who was to say the early monsoon wasn’t her big brother’s doing, lashing out in his outrage? He hadn’t been best pleased the last time she’d seen him as a ghost. For all she knew, this could be Kol enacting his revenge for not grieving him the way they should have, the way he deserved.
Which is why she’d run.
She’d known that the rain would bring with it a wave of emotions she wasn’t prepared to deal with, and there was no handy humanity switch to prevent her from drowning. They’d failed him. A thousand years they’d roamed this earth untouched by death. Even with Mikael constantly on their tail. Yet, in a few short years, they’d lost two of their kin.
Her breath was a wet rattling thing in her chest as she fought back the sob that was fighting valiantly to claw itself free.
The rain used to reflect the tears running down Kol’s defiant face during a punishment, at least before Mikael had beaten that out of him too. From then on, the rain would lash down around them in a manner that Kol’s tears were no longer permitted to. Rebekah couldn’t help but recall as she struggled to keep her own tears at bay.
She remembered the way thunder used to rumble in warning when Kol was fighting with their siblings. A sure sign that he had a barely tenuous hold on his magic and was restraining himself from turning it on them in his anger. Now the thunder only echoed with the injustice of her brother’s death. They hadn’t listened to him; in the end, he’d been right. His death should have been an impossible thing, and yet in the end, he’d died for nothing.
She choked on a sob as a sudden clap of lightning startled the first tear free.
Getting caught in a storm could mean death as a human; pneumonia was a pesky thing after all, but that hadn’t been why Rebekah had feared them so. No, a storm meant her boisterous brother’s ire. Rebekah was just as possessive and devout a creature as her brother Nik. A storm meant someone had upset, even hurt, something that was her’s. It was an injustice she couldn’t stand, but one she frequently couldn’t prevent, as the cause was typically their parents.
But Kol had been a tiny little runt of a thing when they’d been younger, and at seven summers of age, there’d been a particularly vicious lightning strike when Rebekah had heard her brother calling through the forest. She’d been with Nik at the time, and they’d charged through the wooded area after their brother to see him being pushed around by some of the older boys from the village. Unthinkingly, Rebekah had charged forward and shoved one of them back with a bellow.
“Leave him alone!” A clap of lightning had sounded behind her as she stood protective in front of Kol, who was sprawled in the grass with a menacing glower that promised retribution on his face.
The boy stumbled, then narrowed his eyes at Rebekah, striding menacingly towards her six-year-old figure. Nik had stepped in front of the nine-year-old before he could lay a hand on her, though. At thirteen summers, he was bigger than the other kids involved, and despite being sweet on his siblings, his temper was well known in the village; all of theirs was. Tahlako glared at Nik, his gaze drifting back down to Kol in consideration, who was pulling himself to his feet - his magic creating a static buildup in the air around them. Tahlako wisely retreated, his friends tucking tail with him.
The lightning had followed them home that day, keeping others at bay but never once striking them.
The lightning was useless in protecting Kol now. The thought jolted through her, sharp and cold, wringing another sob from her chest. Then the dam broke. The tears crashed over her in relentless deluges, each wave of grief heavier than the last, sweeping her completely under.
Her brother was gone. No longer was there a boisterous voice to annoy her when she was feeling tightly wound, or to distract and redirect Klaus’ ire when she inevitably misstepped. No longer would there be magical trinkets tripping her up or inane commentary made on her love life. No longer did she have a comrade in mischief. No. Now, a storm would always just be a storm. For no longer did she have a brother who could command the skies as easily as he did a room.
y/n reacting to Klaus leaving presents at her door
While you were sitting on the couch watching tv, you herd your doorbell ring. You looked over at the clock to see what time it was. 10:30 PM. Who would be here at this hour? You got up and walked to the door but when you opened the door, there was no one to be seen. You looked around to see if you could see anyone nearby, thinking it was a prank. You then looked down and gasped when you saw a bunch of gifts at your feet. There was chocolates, a big stuffed bear, gift baskets, jewelry, and more. You brought everything inside and then closed the door before looking for a card or tag. You then found a card and grinned when you saw who it was from. Klaus Mikaelson. He had wrote you a sweet little note too.
"I hope you enjoy these gifts love, they are all just for you. Anything to win over the woman I love." Is what the tag said.
You couldn't help but smile more. You picked up a candle that was in the gift basket and took in it's sweet scent. You had always been turning Klaus down but, maybe it was about time to give him a chance...
Caroline: Wait, what, Katherine? Elijah doesn't only give you one but multiple orgasms when you're doing it? Wow ... I never imagined he's like ... you know ... interested in it.
Katherine: Why do you think he's not interested in sleeping with me?
Caroline: Because ... he's incredibly controlled and restrained and doesn't seem to be into fun.
Katherine: Oh, I assure you he's quite talented in bed. Gosh, he knows how to handle a woman's body.
Caroline: Oh?
Katherine: For example, he can use his fingers in the most exquisite way imaginable. Not many know how to stimulate the G-spot area and I--
Elijah: I'm back, Katerina. Nice to see you Caroline.
Caroline: *stares at him wide-eyed, blushing*
Katherine: *grins*
Elijah: Why are you looking at me like that?
Elijah: Katerina, please tell me you haven't spoken about certain topics again.
can i have some damon n exhibitionism please 🥺 (u know who this is)
→ dom!damon, exhibitionism, public toy use (not visible), mentions of alcohol, fem!reader :P
A shift of your hips has the vibrations inside you growing stronger, harder. Damon can tell, if the smirk growing on his face is any indication. He can hear, and probably feel the shaking of the toy as it presses at every sensitive spot your walls have to offer. Anyone else passing by -- other Mystic Grill customers -- would never guess what’s happening at your secluded table. At least, as long as you manage to not cause a scene.
“Babe,” Damon murmurs, tapping the table between you both. His index finger draws invisible circles on the wood and you can just imagine the motion against your throbbing clit, desperate for stimulation. The bullet vibrator is the equivalent of two fingers, if that. There’s no way you’ll cum like this alone, but that’s the whole idea. Tease, torture, edge.
“I think,” he continues, grabbing his whiskey on ice before he leans forward. “You’re moving too much.” It’s a whisper, almost of sweet concern, but you can hear the way he’s degrading you for being so dirty in front of so many people. He looks at you through his thick lashes, eyes dark with a hint of red veins peeking from his skin. “You can always tap out if it’s getting a little... hard.” Damon shoots you a wink before relaxing back in his seat.
You shake your head, swallowing thickly. “No, I-I’m.. I’m fine.” You don’t look around you, certain that a few stray eyes will send you into a pit of embarrassment.
Damon grins, content with your endurance. The longer you hold out, the better a reward he’ll give you. “Good girl,” he purrs, and you almost sigh in relief, instead opting to take a sip of the drink in front of you.
When he presses the magic button in his pocket and the vibrations increase tenfold, you can only squeeze your thighs together and pray for future relief.
Stefan knew he’d made the right choice. To be at peace after so long spent at war with himself was everything he’d ever wanted.
Still, sometimes he wondered. There were moments, when the night was quiet and his breathing was even, where Stefan would realize that he was crying. He would peer out into the endless dark and search for something lurking in the shadows. (He wanted there to be a monster. Occasionally, he wanted the monster to be him).
Stefan knew he’d made the right choice. To be at peace after so long spent at war with himself was more than he could’ve wished for, more than he deserved. Still, there were moments. The world around him would be still and he would discover he’d been crying and a voice would call from the corner of his mind, is this peace?
