۶ৎ 𝓙𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐘 𝓖𝐈𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 is your best friend’s brother who gets boners whenever you’re around ₁₈₊
being his sisters best friend , jeremy has to keep his cool around you but it’s extremely hard when you’re always around when he’s high as fuck . because suddenly you’re hotter than you were five seconds ago and he’s this close to throwing himself on you . his sister always pesters him about going somewhere else in a jokingly way but he has nowhere else to go other than his room , he has no friends and not even acquaintances for that matter . ‘ just let him stay ‘lena he’s never a bother ’
and all of a sudden his mind is spinning and his dick very much hard , sorry not sorry but he loves it whenever you mention him . you don’t even have to talk to him but just the idea of you thinking about him gets him off . he watches you , eyes wandering all over your body , the slight curves of your breasts , the dip in your hips , the thighs that he wants to hold onto . you catch him looking plenty of times and he just looks away . you know he’s high , everyone in the room knows that but for some reason you’re liking this jeremy a lot more
you get up to go use the bathroom and he follows suit , just like you anticipated and just like you wanted . you’re standing at the door of the bathroom waiting for him to catch up and when he does you get a better look at him . eyes bloodshot , heavy breathing , big biceps which you never seemed to notice , and the outline of his evidently hard dick . he only steps forward hands shaking as he threatens to take hold of your hips , you grab them and do it for him . his breathing his faster now as presses his body against yours , his bulge hard against your core
he kisses you , softly but sweet , not as intense as you expected for someone so high off weed . your fingers roam through his soft hair as he sucks the skin of your neck . never in your life would you have thought that you’d be kissing your best friends brother but it felt right in that moment . ‘ hey hey , we can’t do this here . not with everyone outside jeremy ’ he release his hold from you and looks at you with this faux doe eyes ‘ you’re cute but another time ’ you leave him standing in the bathroom reaching out for you and imagine the many things he would do you that he had to rush up to his room before he made a mess in the bathroom
Summary: Kol & you are secrelty married since the 18the century. Something your brothers are not aware of. During completing the map to Silas, you join a masquerade ball taking Rebekah as your plus one. Unaware that your husband is undaggered and his sister had been keeping it from you till tonight.
“Kol!” You called out as he pulled you along. Pulling you away from under the archway, back into the rain. Moving a hand over your head, you tried to minimize the wetness, even though it was useless. Kol chuckling, tugging more at your hand to follow. “Where…where are we going?” Questioning as you lowered your hand to pick up pieces of your dress.
Not wanting to trip over it. Water splashing up from the puddles, you ran through. The cobblestone making your balance a bit wobbly. Luckily Kol had a tight grip on you. “Your family might wonder…” You began.
“Let them!” Kol cut in. Not caring a bit. Not that they would care that he had slipped away from the gathering with you. No one would probably look for him.
Leading you through the streets, avoiding any approaching carriages. Huffing and puffing loud, he quickened up his pace. Suit drenched. “Come on Y/n!” Calling out under the nightly sky. Laughing loud, you followed easily.
With any adventure he went through, you followed. You furrowed your brows as he ran up to a little cottage. A side-building close to the church. Kol pulled you under the little archway above the door.
Panting loudly, pulling you close to his chest. Moving some wet hair of yours away. “What are we doing here?” You asked. Kol shook his head, to get rid of the wetness in his hair. Making you laugh loud, hands up to shield you from his droplets.
He breathed out a laugh, moving his palm up to your cheek. Kissing you deeply. Breaking the kiss off, he moved his arm around you. You held on tight to him. Looking shocked up at Kol when he knocked on the door. “What are you…” Muttering the words out with a tug on his suit. He only chuckled, knocking some more.
It took a while for the door to open. An elderly man opened the door. From his attire, it was clear he was the vicar. “Kol…” You whispered out, tugging more on his shirt. Kol moved your hand down, keeping his attention on the man.
“Please may we find shelter from the rain…our carriage has broken down a few streets away.” Kol clearly lied. With your eyes you tried to signal to him that he was asking entrance to a saint’s home. Knowing vampires and faith didn’t go together.
The man mumbled a bit, stroking his chin. “Please…we have no place to stay.” Kol acted further. It kind of surprised you how convincing he could be without persuading the vicar. The man moved his head a bit further out of the door, looking up at the sky.
Hearing a soft rumble in the distance. “Alright, alright, come in before you catch the cold.” Moving aside to let you pass. Kol bowed his head to the man, taking your hand firmly. Taking a careful step forwards. Feeling no restrictions, he easily stepped over the entrance.
Taking you along. The vicar showed you to the gathering room. You came sitting by the fireplace. Kol kissed your hand. Asking the vicar if he could assist. The vicar nodded, signalling him over. Kol followed him to a back room. Holding his arms out as the vicar took out some blankets.
“I can’t thank you enough.” Kol thanked the man. “We were on our way to be wed tomorrow, but the weather made our carriage break down.” Kol filled further in. “Oh.” The vicar said curiously. Kol came leaning closer to the man.
“Say…can…can you perhaps wed us? You can conduct the ceremony can’t you? If it is today or tomorrow, the only change is the date.” He finished with his charm and wits. The man gawked a bit curious at him. “Did…did you not have arrangements yet?” He asked.
Kol shook his head as the man picked up the candle holder. “Our families are too occupied.” Kol said with some bitterness. Not that he wanted them around anyways. “Apologies, young chap.” The vicar responded with a pat on his back.
“If…if you truly wish…I can wed you under this night.” The vicar declared. “I wish.” Kol spoke back. Returning alone as the vicar went to fetch the preparations. With furrowed brows you stared at Kol. He took a blanket, laying it over your shoulders.
Kol swallowed softly when you pulled him down by his shirt. “Please tell me you didn’t feed on the vicar.” Keeping your voice low. Kol puffed loud. “Don’t you know me Y/n.” Was his response. “That is what concerns me.” Was yours, playfully pushing his face away by his cheek. Kol lowered himself to you. “Today will be a special day, my love. Remember it forever.”
Your eyes widened when the vicar returned in a new attire. Gesturing for you and Kol to kneel before him. Confused, you followed Kol’s movement. Facing him, holding hands. The vicar held his hand out above your hands.
Speaking the words of the ceremony as it got to you. Giving him an act of your eyes for being so sneaky and adorable. The vicar gestured at the both of you. “I Kol Mikaelson accept Y/n Salvatore as my lawful wife." He spoke.
The vicar then gestured at you. “I Y/n Salvatore accept Kol Mikaelson as my lawful husband.” You spoke, feeling him squeeze your hands softly. Both of you drank from the same cup. Arms wrapped around each other. With the final words of the vicar, the union was bound. Under the watchful eye of saints.
The memory faded to the back of your mind. Surrounded by the chattering sounds of voices. Making you blink a few times to bring yourself fully back to the present. Turning your head, to engage yourself back in the conversation.
Looking at your brothers, trying to fill in the gaps you had missed. Damon nudged you, giving you a brief look with the intention to ask if you were alright. You nodded in return with a smile. Filling the gaps, you quickly understood they were talking about the masqueraded ball.
Discussing their game plan to complete the map to Silas. There was a pause in the talking when both Stefan and Damon looked at you. “What?” You asked. They shared a glance before looking back at you. Then it hit you. “If you wonder who should be my plus one between the both of you don’t.” You replied.
“Sister it is not that we…” Stefan began, you silenced him by holding your hand up. “I was thinking about going with Rebekah anyways.” Explaining more. “Why her?” Damon asked with a pulled up nose. It made you roll your eyes back at him.
“Because I like her.” You said back. “It’s not because you dated a Mikaelson a few centuries ago, you still need to be attached to them.” Stefan explained more. “Which I never agreed to.” Damon pitched in, still disliking your choice in men. You rolled your eyes at them. If only they knew he was not only once your boyfriend but your husband up till this day.
Shrugging your shoulders, you didn’t wish to discuss it more. “It will be fun. Why don’t you two bicker about asking Elena.” Tossing a taunt at them. Both of them glared at you, then at each other. Laughing a bit, you took your leave.
Sighing softly, you quirked your eyebrow up at Rebekah through the mirror. “Do a twirl.” She let out, swirling her finger around. Sighing again, you opened your hands. Taking a slow turn just to please her. “Try enjoying it.” Rebekah chuckled out simply to tease you.
“This is pointless. I’m not going to dance anyways.” You told her. Rebekah got up, plucking a bit at your dress. “Still that doesn’t take away you should look smoking hot.” Her comment made you give her a little shove.
“Besides, who knows what the night might bring?” Locking her arm with you. “I’m not going for a one night.” Making it clear to her as you took your mask. “I wasn’t thinking about that.” She responded, putting on her own mask. “I was just saying.”
Something about her attitude made you question her. Feeling as if she was hiding something from you. Clearly when she was finding herself so amusing. Arm in arm, the two of you went outside. Picked up by your brothers to go to the masquerade ball.
Arriving in little time as you just wanted it to be over. Nothing seemed exciting since Kol had been daggered for the numerous times you couldn’t keep count. Far too long you had needed to miss him. The last time you saw him, cars were just being invented.
Taking Rebekah’s arm, you immediately pointed her to the bar. “I need a drink, instantly.” Calling out. “Be careful.” Damon shouted back at you before you disappeared into the crowd.
You pulled Rebekah with you to the bar. Ordering an immediate drink. Keeping your gaze on the bar, you drummed your fingers impatient on the wood. “If I have to endure this night wasted, I so will.” You told Rebekah, looking at your left to where she stood.
Rebekah hummed, trying to hide a smile. It made you look confused and silly back at her. Wondering what she had drunk before this to be this strange. “Excuse me, my lady, May I have a dance?” A man’s voice came through, approaching you.
Already groaning loud, you were ready to shout at the man. Turning your posture, your words were swallowed back in. Staring in shock at Kol. Gawking at him with such surprise it was a sight. “Well, aren't you going to greet your husband?” Kol let out with a smirk. “Kol!” You exclaimed, jumping in his arms.
Touching him around to be sure he was truly here. “How…how did you…when…?” Too speechless to utter a proper sentence. Kol chuckled, looking over his shoulder to his sister. Rebekah curtsied at him. “I…I don’t…how…are you…how…?” Remaining speechless.
Kol pulled your hands down, cupping your cheeks. “I’m here to stay my love.” He answered. Instantly you smiled, throwing yourself at him. Kissing him repeatedly. Tears rolling down your cheek, trying to wipe them away in a desperate attempt.
“I’ve missed you so, so, so much.” Confessing. Kol took your hand to kiss it. “I did too…I missed everything about you. I never wanted to go, but Klaus…” Feeling the bitterness in his voice. Shushing him, you didn’t want this to be ruined by bitterness. “I’ll gladly accept your dance.”
Kol smiled, giving you one more kiss. Leading you to the dancefloor to share a dance. Making sure your brothers noticed. Throwing them a smirk and wrapping his arms tightly around you.
Taunting with them that he was back and would cling to you as much as possible. Annoy your brothers to his delight, but most of all he loved being with you again.
Warnings: fluff! a little spicy if you squint at it <3
Word count: 4.4k (whoopsie)
Masterlist | Jeremy’s Playlist
Tyler Lockwood really didn’t know how to throw a small party.
The mansion was packed — people spilling out into the backyard, the music thumping loud enough to feel in your chest. Fairy lights twinkled from the trees, and the bonfire crackled somewhere in the distance. It would’ve been perfect… if it wasn’t so cold.
You hadn’t exactly dressed for the weather. When you left the house, it had been warm enough for a cute top and jeans, but the night air had turned sharp, and now you were regretting everything. Hugging your arms around yourself, you tried to focus on the party — on the laughter, the music, the people dancing in the grass — but your teeth were on the verge of chattering.
“You okay?”
You looked up, and there was Jeremy, appearing at your side like he always did when you needed him. His dark hair was a little messy, his hands tucked into the front pocket of his hoodie and his eyes flicked over you with that familiar mix of concern and softness.
“Yeah,” you said, trying to play it cool even though you were visibly shivering. “Just… you know. Little cold.”
Jeremy didn’t say anything — just raised an eyebrow in that way he did when he wasn’t buying your nonsense. And then, without a word, he pulled his sweatshirt over his head and held it out to you.
“Take it.”
You blinked up at him. “Jeremy, you’ll freeze—”
“I’m not the one who’s turning into an icicle,” he teased, his eyes twinkling. “Come on. Just put it on.”
You hesitated for maybe half a second — and then the wind kicked up again, and you weren’t about to let pride keep you from warmth. You slipped the hoodie over your head, and the second it settled around you, your whole body relaxed.
It was warm. And soft. And it smelled like Jeremy — like pine and soap and something you couldn’t quite place but was undeniably him. The sleeves were so long they fell past your hands, and the hem brushed the middle of your thighs. You tugged the hood up, half to hide the fact that you were blushing and half because you didn’t want to take it off.
Jeremy watched you with a barely hidden smile. “Better?”
“Way better,” you mumbled, tugging the oversized sleeves over your fingers.
He grinned, and you noticed the way his eyes softened when they lingered on you. “Told you.”
For the rest of the night, you didn’t take it off. You stayed close to Jeremy — partly because you were warmer with him next to you, but mostly because… well, you just wanted to.
At some point, you ended up by the bonfire. Jeremy’s arm stretched along the back of the bench behind you, and when the wind kicked up again, you felt him shift closer until his shoulder brushed yours and stayed there. At some point, his hand found its way to yours inside of the hoodie sleeve, sending a rush of butterflies through your chest.
“You know,” you teased, “now you’re the one who’s gonna freeze.”
Jeremy smiled, his dimples showing. “I’ll survive.” His voice dipped softer, the firelight dancing across his face. “Besides… you look better in it than I do.”
Your face went warm, and it wasn’t from the fire. You ducked your head again. “Jeremy—”
“What?” he laughed, his knee bumping against yours. “It’s true.”
The fire crackled softly in front of you, and the night air was still cold. But with Jeremy’s hoodie wrapped around you and his hand loosely tangled with yours inside the oversized sleeve, you barely noticed.
Neither of you spoke for a while, the music from the party fading into the background. You watched the flames dance, but your mind was fixated on the way his thumb brushed lightly over your knuckles. Slow and soft. Like he didn’t even realize he was doing it.
“You’re quiet,” Jeremy said eventually, his voice low and warm. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”
You smiled, though you didn’t look at him. “Just… thinking.”
“About?”
You hesitated, because how were you supposed to admit that your thoughts were mostly about him? About the way his hoodie smelled like him, the way his hand fit so perfectly around yours, the way he always noticed when you needed him without you even having to say a word.
“Nothing important,” you teased instead, glancing up at him with a little grin.
Jeremy rolled his eyes, but there was a soft curve to his lips. “Sure.” His gaze dipped down, taking in the sight of you in his sweatshirt, and his smile grew. “Y’know, you could keep it. If you want.”
Your heart skipped. “What, the hoodie?”
“Yeah.” He shrugged like it was no big deal, but there was a hint of pink dusting his cheeks. “I kinda like seeing you in it.”
You opened your mouth, but no words came out. Because what were you supposed to say to that? Your face went warm, your fingers tightening around his without thinking.
“You’re blushing,” Jeremy teased, his voice dipping lower.
“Shut up,” you muttered, tugging the hood lower over your face to hide the fact that he was absolutely right.
He laughed softly, and before you could react, his hand let go of yours just so he could tug the hood back, brushing your hair away from your face. “Don’t hide,” he murmured, his voice gentle. “I like looking at you.”
That did nothing to help the whole blushing situation.
You were sure your heart was going to beat right out of your chest. And then, because your brain apparently wasn’t fully functioning, you whispered, “You’re being awfully sweet tonight.”
Jeremy’s smile softened. “Maybe I’ve got a good reason.”
Your breath caught. “Yeah? What’s that?”
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, his fingers brushed against your cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. The air around you felt warmer, like the fire had crept closer, and you were suddenly very aware of how close he was.
“You should wear my stuff more often,” he said softly, his eyes flickering down to the hoodie you were practically swimming in. “Kinda like knowing you’re warm because of me.”
You were definitely not breathing anymore.
And then — because Jeremy Gilbert was apparently trying to kill you with sweetness — he pulled the sleeve of his hoodie back over your hand, his fingers brushing against yours in the process. “There,” he said softly. “All cozy now.”
You swallowed hard, your voice barely above a whisper. “Jeremy…”
He smiled — that soft, warm, perfect smile — and his eyes searched yours like he was waiting for something. And maybe you would’ve said something, maybe you would’ve done something…
But then someone called Jeremy’s name from across the yard, and the moment broke. He sighed, his thumb brushing your hand one last time. “I should probably go see what that’s about.” You nodded, trying not to look as disappointed as you felt. But before he stood, Jeremy squeezed your hand. “Don’t go anywhere, okay?”
“Okay.”
You watched Jeremy disappear into the crowd, your heart still hammering from the way he had just looked at you, the way his fingers had lingered, the way his voice had turned soft and warm like you were the only person that mattered.
The hoodie still smelled like him. That stupid, wonderful mix of cologne and something distinctly Jeremy. You curled further into it, biting your lip to keep from smiling too much.
“Hey, you.”
The voice was familiar, slightly slurred, and way too close for comfort. You knew Matt was drunk before he even sat down next to you. He plopped down on the stone bench, his blue eyes glassy and unfocused. The scent of beer clung to him.
“Hey, Matt. What’s up?” You smiled at his state, knowing he didn’t usually get this drunk at parties. He was usually the DD. It was good for him to have some fun once in a while.
“You’re cute, you know that?” he murmured, his breath tinged with booze.
Your stomach twisted. Maybe he was having too much fun.
“Matt, you’re drunk,” you said lightly, shifting away, but his arm wrapped around the back of your shoulders lazily.
“‘M not that drunk,” he mumbled, a grin on his face.
Matt wasn’t usually like this. Sure, he could be flirty, but it was always in a friendly, harmless way. But this? The way his knee knocked against yours, the way his arm stretched out behind you, the way his words were just a little too slow and a little too bold? This wasn’t Matt.
You glanced around, hoping to see someone you knew nearby, but the party was still in full swing, and no one was paying attention. Even the couple across the fire from you were sucking faces.
“I mean it,” Matt continued, his voice dipping lower. “You look… really good.”
He reached out, tugging lightly at the sleeve of Jeremy’s hoodie. “Even in this thing. What, Gilbert let you steal his clothes now?” He smirked. “Kinda cute, actually.”
You swallowed, resisting the urge to shrink back. “Yeah, well… I was cold.”
Matt chuckled, shaking his head. “You don’t need his hoodie. I’d keep you warm if you’d asked.”
This was wrong. You weren’t scared, exactly, but you were uncomfortable. This wasn’t the Matt you knew—this was just the alcohol talking. But that didn’t make it any easier to deal with.
You tensed, every instinct telling you to leave—
And then, suddenly, Matt was gone.
You barely had time to register that Jeremy’s hand was fisted in Matt’s shirt, yanking him off the bench.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Jeremy’s voice was low but furious.
Matt stumbled, blinking up at him in hazy confusion. “Dude—what?”
Jeremy shoved him back, not hard enough to knock him down, but hard enough. “Back off.”
Matt scoffed, swaying slightly. “Relax, man, we were just—”
“No,” Jeremy’s body tensed up immediately. His jaw tightened, and his hands balled into fists, clearly trying to contain himself. His gaze hardened as he stepped forward, eyes locking with Matt's. The tension in the air thickened, and his voice cut through it like a knife when he spoke to Matt. “You’re drunk, getting in her space, and not taking the hint.” His entire body was radiating anger. “So I’ll say it again—back off.”
Matt let out an annoyed huff, throwing his hands up in surrender. “Alright, alright. Whatever.”
Jeremy didn’t move until Matt turned and disappeared into the crowd. Only then did he let out a slow breath, his hands still clenched into fists.
You were still frozen in place, heart racing—not from Matt anymore, but from Jeremy.
The look in his eyes when he turned to you wasn’t just frustration. It was something deeper. Something messy.
“You okay?” he asked, voice softer now.
You nodded slowly. “Yeah.”
Jeremy exhaled, scrubbing a hand through his hair.
“I was fine,” you attempted to reassure him.
Jeremy gave you a look, and you sighed.
“Okay, maybe not totally fine,” you admitted.
His lips pressed into a thin line. He was still pissed—you could see it in the tension in his shoulders, the way he kept flexing his fingers like he was forcing himself to relax.
And yet, beneath all of that, there was something else.
Something that made your stomach flutter.
You tugged at the sleeves of his hoodie, still wrapped around you, trying to ground yourself. Jeremy only shook his head, running a hand over his face. “C’mon,” he muttered, turning toward the edge of the property. “Let’s get out of here.”
The walk away from the party was quiet.
Jeremy still looked tense, his gaze fixed ahead, hands shoved deep into his pockets. You wondered if he was replaying what had happened—if he was still fighting the urge to go back and deck Matt for good measure.
You hesitated, then stepped closer, bumping your arm lightly against his. “You don’t have to be so mad.”
Jeremy let out a breath through his nose but stayed quiet. Your heart did a stupid little flip. You stopped walking, grabbing his wrist to stop him. “Jeremy.”
He sighed, finally looking at you, his expression softer now, but conflicted.
For a long moment, there’s nothing but silence between you two, stretching out like a wall you’re not sure how to break through. Then, his eyes met yours. There’s a softness in them; a crack in his usually guarded exterior. He opens his mouth, and his voice comes out quieter than you expected, barely above a whisper. “I don’t like seeing guys act like that with you.” The admission, so raw and unguarded, catches you off guard. It’s a side of him you didn’t expect, vulnerable and honest in a way he hadn’t been before.
Jeremy quickly looked away again, staring down at the pavement like he regretted saying anything.
Silence stretched between you.
You bit your lip, warmth curling in your chest.
“You know,” you mused, voice teasing but gentle, “for someone who keeps trying to hide his feelings, you’re really bad at it.”
Jeremy huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head.
This time, you definitely caught the faintest hint of a smile before he ducked his head, his ears just barely tinged pink.
“Just shut up and keep walking,” he muttered.
You grinned.
And you did.
The quiet walk away from the party took you back to Jeremy’s house, neither of you speaking much.
Jeremy’s hands were still shoved in his pockets, his jaw tight. But the tension between you hadn’t disappeared. If anything, it had shifted—turning into something heavier. Something unspoken.
By the time you reached the Gilbert house, the air between you was thick with it.
Jeremy pushed open the front door, stepping inside first. The house was dark and silent—Elena must not be home yet.
You hesitated in the doorway, suddenly unsure. “I should probably—”
“Stay.”
Jeremy’s voice was quiet, but firm.
Your heart skipped.
He turned to look at you, his eyes dark, his expression unreadable. “Just for a little while.”
You swallowed, stepping inside. Jeremy shut the door behind you.
The air felt different in here; warmer, heavier. Maybe it was just because the outside chill had faded. Maybe it was because your heart was racing.
Jeremy let out a long breath, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck before looking at you again. His eyes flickered down—just briefly—to where his hoodie still hung loosely on your frame.
You hugged it closer, suddenly hyper-aware of how it smelled like him.
“You want something to drink?” Jeremy asked, his voice rougher than before.
You shook your head. “I’m okay.”
Silence stretched between you again.
You knew you should say something light, something normal, to break the tension, but your brain wasn’t cooperating.
Because Jeremy was looking at you like that again.
Like he was fighting something.
Like he was dangerously close to losing.
Your pulse jumped.
Jeremy exhaled sharply and turned away, running a hand through his hair. “You shouldn’t let guys talk to you like that,” he muttered, his voice tighter than before.
“I didn’t let Matt do anything,” you pointed out, watching him carefully.
Jeremy huffed. “I know. I just…” His shoulders tensed, his hands clenching at his sides. “It pissed me off.”
You swallowed. “Yeah. I noticed.”
Jeremy let out a breath through his nose. “I don’t want guys thinking they can just—” He cut himself off, shaking his head. “I don’t want him thinking that.”
The air felt impossibly thick.
You took a cautious step closer. “Jeremy.”
He turned, eyes locking onto yours, and that was when you saw it.
The frustration, the tension, the lingering anger from earlier. But mostly, you saw how much he wanted you.
Something in your chest tightened.
You barely had time to process it before he was suddenly right in front of you, his fingers brushing the hem of his hoodie where it hung loosely over your thighs.
“Looks better on you than it does on me,” he murmured, his voice low and rough.
You let out a soft, breathless laugh, your pulse quickening. “You said that already.”
His fingers curled into the fabric, his proximity almost overwhelming. You could feel the warmth of him, the faint scent of his cologne mingling with the lingering hint of beer from the party.
His eyes flickered down to your lips.
Your breath hitched.
And then—finally—his lips were on yours.
It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t hesitant.
It was heat and frustration, all the pent-up feelings spilling over in an instant.
His hands slid to your waist, pulling you closer as he pressed you back against the hallway wall. You barely had time to react before he was crowding into your space, his body pressing against yours.
You tangled your fingers into the front of his shirt, pulling him closer, as his groan vibrated against your lips. His grip on your waist tightened like he was afraid to let go, his desperation evident.
Maybe he needed to prove something to himself.
Maybe he needed to prove that you were his.
Maybe he was done pretending otherwise.
Your heart hammered, and a warmth bloomed deep in your stomach as you kissed him back, eager, breathless.
Jeremy finally pulled back just enough to look into your eyes. His gaze was dark and intense, something dangerous lurking beneath the surface.
“I meant what I said,” he murmured, his voice rough.
You swallowed, your breath still unsteady. “About what?”
His grip on your waist tightened, pulling you closer.
“About not wanting other guys to think they can have you.”
A shiver ran down your spine, but you refused to look away, locking eyes with him as you bit your lip.
“And what if I don’t want them?” you teased, voice barely a whisper, daring him.
His eyes flickered, his fingers tilting your chin upward as his thumb brushed over your bottom lip.
“Then you should probably tell me who you do want,” he murmured.
Your stomach flipped, your heart thudding in your chest as you met his gaze, your voice low, barely a whisper.
“You.”
Jeremy’s eyes darken and his hands move to your waist, lifting you effortlessly. You gasp into the kiss as your feet leave the ground, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you closer. The motion is quick, almost instinctual, and you can't help but wrap your arms around his neck, holding on as he walks toward the stairs. His lips trail down to your jaw, kissing you in soft, heated bursts as he ascends, each step a reminder that this is real, that you’re here in his arms.
The warmth of his body against yours, the feeling of his lips moving against your skin, it makes everything else feel distant, like nothing else matters but the two of you. His lips press against your neck, and the sensation sends a shiver through your spine, your heart pounding in your chest.
By the time you reach the top of the stairs, his lips are back on yours, hungry but still gentle. He turns and kicks the door open to his room with his foot, never breaking the kiss. You feel the soft cotton of his hoodie wrap around you more securely as he carries you over the threshold and toward his bed.
As he reaches the edge of the bed, he gently lowers you onto the soft blankets, his lips lingering against yours for just a moment longer before he pulls back. His hands slide to your waist, making sure you're settled comfortably. The bed creaks slightly under your weight, but you hardly notice, lost in the depth of his gaze as he looks down at you, eyes dark with desire, but softened by something tender.
He hovers above you, his thumb brushing along your cheek as he leans down and kisses you again, slower this time, savoring every moment. His voice is barely a whisper, heavy with emotion, "I’ve wanted this... you, for so long."
His hands slid under the hem of the hoodie he’d given you, brushing the bare skin of your back, sending a shiver down your spine. You barely had time to react before he was kissing you again, slower this time, more deliberate.
Like he wasn’t just proving a point anymore. He was making a promise.
Jeremy’s hands were everywhere, his lips trailing down your jaw, kissing the side of your neck as if he were trying to memorize you, claim you in the most intimate way. Every touch sent a spark through your body, every kiss deepening the hunger you felt, the desire you’d never been able to name.
“Jer,” you breathed, your voice trembling.
Jeremy pulled back slightly. His lips moved down your neck, a trail of heat in their wake, and you shivered under his touch. His hands roamed lower, brushing below the waistline of your jeans, his touch careful, testing how far you were willing to go.
The tension was unbearable, but neither of you wanted to break it.
"Jeremy," you whispered again, your voice a mix of desire and hesitation.
He pulled back slightly, his lips just a breath away from yours. His gaze was dark, his pupils dilated as if he were barely holding on. "Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice strained.
You met his eyes, heart pounding in your chest. “Are you?” you whispered, grinning up at him.
Something shifted in his expression—a flicker of vulnerability—you both knew there was no turning back.
"Yeah," he breathed, his hands pulling you closer. "I’m sure."
You didn’t want to stop.
The world around you faded away as your lips met his again, desperate, fervent, as if this was the only thing that mattered. The kiss is deeper, pulling you closer as his tongue gently brushes against your lips. You don’t hesitate to respond, your breath mingling with his as his kiss grows more insistent, coaxing you into the moment. His tongue moves slowly, carefully, exploring.
The air between you is thick with desire, charged with something neither of you wanted to deny. Slowly, his shirt tugged up and was pulled over his head, and you could feel the warmth of his chest press against you. He pulled away slightly, his breath heavy as he looked at you—his lips swollen from the intensity of your kiss.
His hands slide up your back, this time pushing the hoodie off your shoulders, and it falls to the floor without either of you acknowledging it. His lips moved back down your neck, each kiss leaving a mark, a promise that you would both carry with you.
"God, you're killing me," Jeremy murmured, his voice strained with barely restrained desire.
Your heart thundered, and you leaned forward, capturing his lips with your own, placing your hands on both sides of his face.
You could feel the intensity building, each movement more frantic as you tried to pull him closer, your fingers trailing down his chest. Jeremy’s hands roamed lower, his touch teasing, brushing against the waistband of your jeans before his lips moved to your collarbone, kissing with intent, leaving marks.
But then—
You both froze.
The sound of the front door closing downstairs reached you, followed by the muffled sound of voices.
Jeremy tensed immediately, his breath catching in his throat. You pulled back slightly, eyes darting to the door as the voices filtered up the stairs.
“Do you hear that?” Jeremy muttered, his voice thick with frustration.
You nodded, feeling the pressure of the moment slip through your fingers. His hands slowly dropped from your waist, and the tension between you thickened.
“My sister’s home,” he murmured, his voice tight. “I don’t—” He didn’t finish the sentence, but you could feel his hesitation, his conflict.
You stayed silent for a beat, just staring at him, chest still rising and falling with every breath. His gaze flickered between you and the door, but he didn’t move closer. He stayed a respectful distance away, the space between you now thick with unspoken words.
“I don’t want this to end,” you whispered, your hand brushing his chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath your fingertips.
He glanced down at your hand, then back up at you. “Me either,” he confessed, his voice soft but rough.
But the distance between you both lingered, the moment shifting as reality encroached once again. You smiled softly, your fingers brushing his jaw as you locked eyes with him.
Jeremy let out a frustrated sigh, resting his forehead against yours for a second before reluctantly pulling away. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his hands still gripping your waist like he wasn't ready to let go.
You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the lingering ache of want as you tried to sit up. "I should probably go," you murmured, voice barely above a whisper.
Jeremy's hand caught yours before you could move. "Wait," he said softly, his fingers tightening around yours. His eyes, still dark with unspoken emotions, searched yours. "Stay. Just for a little while."
You hesitated, heart hammering as you looked at him. His shirt was still off, his hair messily tousled from your hands, lips swollen from your kisses. But beneath all of that, there was something deeper in his gaze, something raw, pleading.
Wordlessly, you nodded.
Jeremy exhaled, as if relieved, and gently pulled you back onto the bed. He wrapped an arm around you, tucking you close against him, his bare skin warm against yours. His heartbeat was steady now, a comforting rhythm beneath your palm as your fingers traced lazy circles over his chest.
Neither of you spoke. You didn’t need to.
His fingers skimmed up and down your back, slow and soothing, as your body relaxed against him. The tension from before still lingered in the air, but now it was softer, quieter. You felt the weight of his arm drape over your waist, pulling you just a little closer.
Eventually, your breathing evened out, your body melting into his warmth. Jeremy felt it happen, the moment you gave in, the way your grip on him loosened as sleep took over.
He didn’t move, didn’t dare disturb the moment.
Instead, he pressed a slow, lingering kiss to the top of your head, holding you just a little tighter.
"Just for a little while," he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath.
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Klaus Mikaelson x f!Reader – Headcanons (Crush Edition)
Request: hello can give me Klaus mikaelson x f!reader and Klaus has crush on reader friends with Mystic Falls group headcanons, please 🙏😊
Note: Hii 🥹 of course!! Here are Klaus Mikaelson x f!reader headcanons, with Klaus having a very obvious (but denied) crush, you being friends with the Mystic Falls group,
Klaus definitely notices you before he admits it to himself. You’re always around the Mystic Falls group, laughing with Elena, helping Bonnie, rolling your eyes at Damon and Klaus pretends you’re just another annoyance. He fails miserably at that.
He watches you constantly. From across the room, from the doorway, from the shadows. If you catch him staring, he scoffs or smirks like you were the one being strange.
He’s irrationally jealous when you’re close to anyone else, especially Stefan or Damon. He masks it with sarcasm, but the tension in his jaw gives him away every time.
Klaus insists he doesn’t care about you…yet somehow he always shows up when you’re in danger. Always. Too fast to be a coincidence.
He’s rough and sarcastic with everyone else, but noticeably softer with you. His voice drops when he speaks to you, his insults turn into teasing, and he never actually means them.
You’re not afraid of him, and that drives him insane in the best way. You talk back, challenge him, call him out when he’s being cruel. Instead of killing you for it, he finds himself smiling.
The Mystic Falls group notices before you do. Caroline gives you that look. Damon makes comments. Elijah raises an eyebrow. Klaus denies everything, loudly.
He pretends your friendship with the group annoys him, but secretly he likes that you’re loyal and brave. You stand by people you care about and that hits something deep and old inside him.
Klaus becomes subtly protective. If someone insults you, they don’t last long. If someone threatens you, Klaus’ wrath is immediate and terrifying.
When you’re hurt or upset, he loses control of his emotions. His voice softens, his hands hover like he wants to touch you but isn’t sure he’s allowed.
He gives you gifts “accidentally.” A painting he made and didn’t want. A rare book he “had lying around.” Jewelry he claims means nothing but he watches your reaction closely.
Late night conversations happen more often than either of you admit. Quiet moments, shared drinks, vulnerability slipping through the cracks. These are the moments Klaus falls hardest.
He struggles with the idea that someone good could care about him. That you see more than the monster. That scares him more than any enemy ever could.
When he finally admits his feelings, it’s intense, honest, and raw. No games. No manipulation. Just Klaus, standing there, telling you that you matter more than he ever planned to admit.
synopsis: You loved Stefan. Why else would date him and stay by his side for years? But even if both of you were vampires (and you were the more dominant in bed), you loved pushing his buttons. And loved the monster he kept on a tight leash.
WARNING:
18+ SMUT AHEAD
Everyone in Mystic Falls assumed you were the one in charge between you and Stefan. You were louder, brasher, and quicker to grab what you wanted. You didn’t hide the fact that you were the one who usually pressed Stefan against the wall, who left him trembling from your bite. The town whispered about the two of you, but the verdict was always the same.
You’re the top and Stefan’s the pretty bottom who let you have your way.
Which was true.
Most of the time.
That’s exactly why you loved pushing him. Because nothing was sweeter than when Stefan’s self control cracked, and he showed you just how dangerous he could be.
Tonight, you’d been insufferable on purpose. Ignoring his advice on hunting, spending unnecessary time with Damon , even taunting him about how restrained he was. By the time the two of you were alone, Stefan’s patience had evaporated.
“Enough.” he snapped, slamming you against the wall with speed, his forearm pressed to your chest. His green eyes were now black with veins snaking under them. You smirked, fangs sliding down in challenge.
“What’s wrong, babe? Finally gonna admit I get under your skin?”
Stefan’s lips curled but not in amusement. “You think I don’t see what you’re doing? You want me to break. You want me to show you I can tame you.”
Your smirk grew larger. “Maybe I do.”
That was all it took. In a blur, Stefan’s hand closed around your throat, slamming you harder into the wall. His fangs grazed your jaw but didn't bite. “You forget,” Stefan growled, pressing a thigh between yours, “I’m not some human you can toy with. I can put you on your knees before you even think to blink.”
Your instincts roared to fight back, but, God, the look in his eyes, the raw claiming in his voice, had you standing still. “Do it then. Show me what happens when you actually grow a spine.”
Stefan didn’t hesitate.
His hand tightened just enough to make your breath catch. You could feel every flex of muscle, every pulse of hunger trembling through him.
“On your knees.” he ordered, voice low and ruined.
However, you didn’t move an inch. So Stefan forced you on your knees. “There we go. Was wondering when the real you would show up.”
Stefan yanked your head back by your hair and kissed you. Hard, sloppy, fangs dragging your lower lip until you tasted blood. His bloodlust hit like fire, his hand sliding to the back of your neck as he shoved you further between his thighs.
“No talking,” he growled. “You’ve done enough of that tonight.”
Your laugh vibrated against his skin, and he groaned, irritation and desire tangled into something explosive. Taking pity on him, you unbuttoned his jeans and dragged them down his legs, your tongue trailing down the inside of his thigh. Stefan’s breath hitched, his fingers tightening in your hair as you nipped at the muscle there, close but not where he wanted.
“You’re still testing me. Even now.”
You looked up at him from your knees, lips parted, pupils blown wide. “Maybe I like seeing how long it takes before you break.”
Stefan pulled your head back, making your spine make an exquisite arch. “Open.” and you did.
His other hand cupped your jaw, thumb stroking once, before he guided your mouth onto his dick. The first sound he made was a groan, something deep and involuntary, his hips jerking despite his effort to stay composed. Your hands slid up his thighs. You hollowed your cheeks, took him deeper, and Stefan’s head dropped back, eyes fluttering shut.
“Fuck—” He caught himself, jaw tightening as he forced his gaze back down to you, watching every movement. “God, you look so—”
You smirked (or at least tried), but it seemed Stefan got the message as he let out a growl that vibrated through the room. Grabbing your hair, he thrust into your mouth with the kind of pace that said you started the fire and he was going to burn you with it.
Your eyes watered. Your nails dug into his hips. You moaned around him and he shuddered. Just when the tension in his grip shifted, just when you felt the tremor that meant he was close, Stefan yanked you up by your hair, dragging you to your feet and threw you onto the bed.
You bounced, breath knocking out of your chest, and barely had a second to compose yourself before he was on top of you, lips crashing into yours.
"You want me to grow a spine?" He whispered, ripping your shirt in half like it was tissue before doing the same to your pants and underwear. "You'll beg for mercy before I'm done."
He grabbed your hips and dragged you flush against him, your back arching instinctively. His claws of restraint were gone. Every muscle in his body was coiled, trembling with the effort not to simply tear you apart with hunger and want.
You laughed. Breathless, dizzy and already half gone.
“I’d like to see you try—”
He thrust into you in one sharp, overwhelming push that stole the rest of the sentence from your lungs. Your head fell back, mouth open, a broken sound caught in your throat.
“Still talking,” Stefan snarled, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand like it required no effort at all. “Still running your mouth.”
You clenched around him, voice wrecked. “You—love—it.”
His eyes went black. “I love shutting you up.”
He snapped his hips forward and you swore the world went white at the edges. Stefan wasn’t gentle not even close. He drove into you with the kind of rhythm that said he had held back for weeks, letting you push and tease and needle him just to see how far you’d go.
Now you knew.
Your back scraped the sheets with each thrust, your legs locking around his hips, pulling him deeper. Your fangs grazed his shoulder in a wild attempt to ground yourself. “Look at you. Falling apart because I’m finally giving you what you fucking wanted.”
You tugged at his trapped hand, desperate to touch him. “Stefan—”
“Beg.”
Your body reacted before your pride did. Hips rolling up to meet him, back arching, breath shaking apart into a helpless moan. He leaned down, forehead pressing to yours, his lips brushing your mouth but not kissing.
“Say it. Say you want me. Say you need me. Say I’m the one who breaks you.”
The words lodged in your throat. Not because they weren’t true, but because they were. And Stefan knew it. Your voice came out rough, trembling, no arrogance left to hide behind.
“Stefan, please.”
His expression changed. Something bright and devastating flashed across his face. “There he is,” Stefan whispered. “My beautiful ruin.”
Then he bit.
His fangs sank into your neck and your body shattered around him. You came with a gasp that sounded like surrender and victory all at once, your fingers clawing at his back, holding him in as he pinned you down and fucked you through the aftermath.
He followed seconds later, groaning into your throat, his grip on your wrists loosening. The room fell quiet except for the sound of your breathing. And then, Stefan softened.
His lips brushed the bite mark he’d made, slow and careful. His eyes shifted back to warm green. His hand released your wrists only to lace his fingers with yours. “You okay?”
You let out a tired, dazed laugh. “There he is. My sweet boy.”
Stefan’s mouth curved, small and shy. “You push me on purpose.”
“Obviously.”
“You’re going to do it again.”
“Of course.”
Stefan sighed, exasperated and hopelessly in love, before putting his forehead against yours. “God help me.”
summary. you want to read, and kai wants your attention. only one of you can get what you want, and kai always gets what he wants (0.9k)
warnings. fluff, swearing, mentions of the prison world and brief mention of death / murder
divider credits. @cafekitsune
Kai was overwhelmed with irritation, he wasn’t asking for much at all, simply some attention would suffice. He was sulking, his arms crossed as he glowered with a newfound hatred upon his face at those damning pages that you flicked through, all of your focus dispersed onto those printed words. It was even a grimoire for crying out loud, just some young adult fantasy novel that had you leaning on the edge of your seat beside him from the suspense.
None of the mythology would be correct, the heretic knew that and he hadn’t even skimmed a singular line with his leering grey eyes. He couldn’t comprehend why you would want to read something that contained such false nonsense when your life together was practically the same thing. There was fantasy, there was death and there was romance. It could be called The Vampire Diaries or some shit if it was fiction.
You lived a life that readers craved, and here you were ignoring the reality that surrounded you for wanton abandon of an author’s realm, held together by a spine that could break much more easily than that of a human. Kai released an audible sigh that filled the room, half expecting you to look up, but you did no such thing, happily entertained despite your ignorance of him.
“Y/nnnn.” He called to you, his voice loud and exaggerated although he was only inches away from your curled up legs on the couch. His annoyance was rising to a level that he had not experienced in a large amount of time, he could leave the apartment and return with a newly drained corpse to gain your undivided attention, but then you would be livid with him, and he would be doomed to sleep alone in the living room.
“Hm?” That was your reply. No words, just a sound that infuriated the Gemini Leader into a wave of mental madness. He leaned in close to you, shuffling along the couch so that he could rest his head against your shoulder, bringing a small smile to prohibit onto your features. Kai went to grab your hand, having the intent to bring it onto his hair so that you would mindlessly play with his brown locks. He always liked that.
As his skin touched that of your hand, instead of allowing your boyfriend to guide it to the destination that he sought, you swatted it away, returning your fingers to the outer cover of the book that held your undivided fixation. He loved that you had hobbies, he really did, however he liked it sufficiently less when they intervened with his craving to be close to you. “Y/n!” Kai gasped, offended by your rejection to appease his needs.
You fucking huffed at him, placing your bookmark to rest against the unfinished page as you snapped the object shut rather aggressively. “Can I help you Malachai?” Shit. Your needy boyfriend had pissed you off, and you were making him aware of it by using that name. He gritted his teeth, withholding some of the things that he could say so that the occurrence of a small couple argument would not arise. Kai loathed those, he’d had plenty with himself when he was trapped in the solitary prison world for stretching years.
“Love me.” It was an order, and you glanced down to where his head was rested on your shoulder, quirking a brow. Kai was looking defiantly up at you, the lines between his brows growing as his eyes silently pleaded with you. Those troublesome grey orbs always seemed to get you, reeling you into their inescapable depths as though he were compelling you, although he wasn’t - he never would.
They were the attribute that had first made you curious, his eyes held so many emotions, some maniacal of course. But there was a looming sadness that had been conjured within them, a distraught flicker of his past always resonating in those trauma induced pools. “I do love you.” You softly confirmed to him, knowing that sometimes, more often than not, Kai was hit with an unrelenting force to feel secure in his position of life and with other people.
“Good.” Kai mumbled into the crook between your shoulder and the beginning of your neck, placing a firm and meaningful kiss on your flesh. “Will you give me my attention now?” You pretended to think on it, putting on the act of having an internal debate with yourself over the matter by placing one of your index fingers onto your chin. There was no denying him when he was so adorable, however he did not give you the opportunity to make up your mind on the faux decision, for he raised his ring adorned hand and uttered a spell. “Motus.”
The book that had stolen all of the attention that was intended for Kai went soaring like a bird through the room, tumbling to the carpet whence it crashed into the opposing wall. He wanted the scripture of a writer’s informal story to be forgotten about, for now at least. Kai desired the gentleness of your affection, more than he had ever once desired life itself. You, his personal little bookworm had given him a reason to live - a reason to love and be loved. And the heretic would be damned if he did not bask in it during each moment that he was given.
“I’m going to need you here.” Stefan points to the map as he looks at you, “Damon and I will go in, retrieve the book for Bonnie, and then we’ll be out.”
“It’s an in and out job, easy.” Damon shrugs, “What does Bonnie need this book for anyway?”
You stare at Damon, “Do you ever listen?”
“What? I’m sorry.” He smirks as he rolls his eyes, “Yes, I listen, I must have just missed-“
“It’s basically a how to kill a hybrid spell book.” Jeremy cuts Damon off. A smile grows on your face, “What are you doing here?” He shrugs as he walks over, “Bonnie called, said you guys might need some help.”
“I’m glad she did. Having two guards is better than one.” Stefan glances at you, “No offense.”
You shrug, “None taken.” You look back over at Jermey and he walks up, “So the plan is y/n and I stand guard while you guys go in? Do you think anyone will show up?”
“Hoping not. Bonnie will do the spell to allow us to pull it from its box and we’ll be out..” Stefan hums, “ten minutes tops.”
You nod, “Alright.” You take a deep breath, “Let’s do this.”
You arrive at the destination, it was almost dark out, so you were hoping this wouldn’t take long. You got out of the car, listening in for anything around and you tap the car, “All clear.”
Everyone else files out and Jermey walks up to you, “How’d you get roped into helping?”
“One of Klaus’ minions got their hands on me. Almost killed me.” You look at him and his face falls, “I’m sorry.” You shake your head, “I’m fine. I ended up getting away, but I’m sure he’s still out there.”
He nods and Damon vamps to you, “If you guys are done with the chit chat, we gotta move.”
You follow everyone into the woods, coming to a giant rock that’s sticking up out of the ground. You go to it, helping Stefan slide it off of the entrance to the tomb.
“Is that it?” Jeremy asks and you nod, “They have to climb down this ladder.” You bend down and open the hatch, “Should be down and to the left.”
Stefan looks around, “alright. Damon. Come on. Bonnie should have already done the spell by now.” You watch as they climb down into the tomb, turning to look at Jeremy, “So.”
“If you’re going to rag on me about not saying goodbye, can you do it when this is over?” He laughs and you shrug, “Who’s to say you won’t just vanish again?”
He laughs some more, a noise in the woods shutting you both up instantly.
“What was that?” You ask quietly, “No one else knows this is here.”
“Well look who we have here.”
Jeremy pulls his bow up, but the guy vamps to you, holding you in front of him, “Let her go.”
“No can do. See, you’re not the only ones who knows about this book. You think a hybrid would walk around knowing there’s a way to take him out once and for all?”
“Jeremy? What’s going on up there!?” Damon yells out and Jeremy ignores him, “I said, let her go.”
You attempt to get free, but you fail, whining as the guys hand enters through your side, “N-no. No.”
Jermey steps forward, whipping around to take out another vamp as he comes at him from behind. He spins back around and steps forward, “I said, let her go. Now.”
“I missed my chance last time. I’m not missing it again this time.” He shoves his hand deeper into your side and Jeremy yells out, “You’re going to kill her!”
“That’s the point.”
Right as he’s about to go wrist deep, you bend forward, flipping him over and you shove your hand into his chest. You drop his heart as his skin dedicates, looking over at Jeremy.
“Jer!” You vamp in front of him, gasping as you take a stake to the back. He shoots the vampire, dropping his bow to help you sit down, “hold on, hold on.” He moves behind you, “One, two-“ he yanks the stake free and you let out a scream, “Fuck!”
“What? What?” He holds your shoulder, “Y/n, what is it?”
“There’s… splinters.. “ you gasp, “I can’t- ones by my heart.”
“Fuck, Damon! Stefan!” Jeremy yells, “Help me, now!”
Stefan comes out as fast as he can, “What’s going on, what-“ his eyes move to the bloodied stake beside Jeremy, “We gotta go. We gotta go now.” He looks over at the hole, “Damon!”
Damon comes up, book in his grasp, “What- shit.” He looks around, “Come on.”
Stefan picks you up, getting you to the car. The whole way home, as Damon is driving, Stefan is digging to pull all the splinters he can from your back.
Your pained screamed fill the car, your fingers sinking hard into Jeremy’s arm, you’re sure he’ll have bruises later on.
“It’s okay.” He assures, “It’s okay.” He looks up, “Stefan, are you almost done?”
“There’s a few- goddamn it.” Stefan groans, “Almost down, just-“ he digs his hand deeper into you and you rest your head on Jeremy’s chest, “Just kill me.”
“No, we aren’t doing that.” He holds you tighter, “You’re almost done.”
Stefan digs the last splinter out of your back and he sits back, “We gotta get this book, and her, somewhere safe.”
𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙳𝚊𝚢
It’s been a few days and you’re still at Jeremy and Elena’s lake house. Stefan, Damon, and Bonnie have been trying to figure out why they’re targeting you, but as of right now, no luck.
Jeremy hasn’t left, but he’s been acting weird, which was odd because you and Jeremy were best friends. You’ve click day one and nothing has changed since that day.
It was late, two thirty six when you looked at the clock on the wall. You heard noise coming from outside, which prompted you to get up. You walked over to Jeremy’s room, but he wasn’t there.
You walked out to the living room, no sign of him.
“Jer?” You called out, wrapping your arms around yourself, “Hello?”
You walked over to the door, peaking out of the window, but no sign of him. You closed your eyes, listening in, and you heard the familiar sound of a crossbow firing.
You walk to the back, pushing the door open and walking out onto the deck. You turn to the left, slowly making your way over when you see Jeremy bring his bow up.
“Isn’t it a little late for that?” You question, catching his attention. He shakes his head, mumbling, “No.”
You furrow your brows, walking down to him, “Okay. I’ll bite.” You watch as he puts another arrow on his bow, “What’s going on with you?”
“Nothing. I just-“ he brings his bow up, firing at a target, “Want to stay on my aim, you know?”
“That’s not what’s going on.” You tilt your head, “You’ve been weird ever since we got here, and you’re not one to be weird towards me.”
“I’m fine, y/n. Just, go back to bed.”
“No.”
“Y/n.”
“Not until you tell me why you’re out here, at two thirty in the morning practicing your aim.” You cross your arms and watch as he turns towards you. He stares at you for a few seconds before letting out a sigh.
“I feel like I almost lost you, y/n, and I’m pissed at myself because I’m the reason for it.” He shake his head, “When I was holding you in the car, listening to you scream while Stefan had his hand in your back, I felt helpless and at fault.” He huffs, “No, It was my fault, if I could have just gotten the shot off right away, you wouldn’t have had to go through any of that.”
“Jer-“
“I’m out here practicing because I don’t ever want to have to hear the person I care about most beg me to just kill them, I don’t ever want to hear you cry like that ever again. I can’t lose you, y/n. I can’t lose anyone else.”
“You’re not going to lose me.” You walk towards him and he shakes his head, “I don’t want to. So that’s why I’m out here, so I can-” He pauses, his eyes moving down to yours.
You furrow your brows, “so you can what?”
He takes a deep breath, his eyes searching your face, “I can protect the love of my life.” He leans in, closing the space by pressing his lips to yours. He pulls away slightly, “I may or may not be secretly in love with you, y/n.”
You slide your hands up to his neck, “Look at that..” you smile, “I feel the same way about you, Jeremy Gilbert.” You pull him back in and he wraps his arm around your waist, his other hand moving to grip your thigh.
He carries you inside, making his way back to his room with you kissing down his neck. He spins around, closing the door before pressing your back to it, “I’ve waited what feels like forever to hear that.”
His lips connect to yours and you tilt your head back as he makes his way down your neck. He pulls away from the door, moving to lay you down on the bed.
He sits up, pulling his sweatshirt off of his body before tossing it. You sit up to pull yours off yours, leaning in to kiss up his abdomen before lying back.
He falls forward, holding himself up with a smirk before he presses his lips to yours. You gasp as he grinds against you, tilting your head back as you breathe out, “Please, Jer. I need you.”
He moves his hand down, kissing down your neck as he slips his fingers into the band of your sweats. You moan out quietly as his fingers press to yours clothed clit, bucking your hips as he draws circles on it.
He smirks, pressing a kiss to yours cheek as his fingers slip into your panties, “Look at that.” He whispers, “You’re already so wet.”
You turn your head, crashing your lips onto his, “You just look so good confessing your love for me.”
“Oh, so it wasn’t the crossbow?” He chuckles, brows raising as he watches your face twist with pleasure as he slips two of his fingers into you. You gasp out, “That, too.” You reach up, holding his face with your hands as you pull him back in for another kiss.
He slips his hand out, moving to sit up to push his sweats down, and you follow his action. You kick yours off your legs and bite your lip as your eyes trail down his body, landing on what you need most. You sit up, vamping him over to lay down and you straddle him.
He chuckles, shaking his head as he admires your body on his, “I forget how fast you are sometimes.”
His hands grip your hips and you sink down onto his cock, gasps leaving both of your lips.
“Oh, fuck.” He breathes out, “You feel so good.”
You tilt your head, brows furrowed in pleasure as you rise up and sink back down, “Fuck, Jer.” You fall forward, hands by his head as you roll your hips back and forth.
His face twists and turns with pleasure, sliding his hand up your side to cup your cheek, “C’mere.” He pulls you down, planting his lips on yours. Your moans swap as you quicken your pace. You let out a whine as your walls clench around him, your hand sliding up to tangle your fingers into his hair.
“That’s it.” He whispers, “Fuck, baby.”
You nod, pressing kisses back his jaw line, “I love when you get all protective of me.” You nip his ear, causing him to gasp, “it’s so hot.”
His hands grip your hips tighter and he rolls over, “What can I say?” He kisses down your neck and back up, “Hate seeing other people touch my girl.”
You bite your lip, back lifting off the bed as you feel that euphoric feeling working its way in. You moan loudly, legs tightening around his waist, “Almost.. there. Fuck, yes.”
You tighten your arms around his neck, crashing your lips to his. His thrusts pick up and your moans grow louder.
“Come on, sweetheart.” He whispers, “Come for me, you got it.”
You tilt your head back, brows pulled together as become a whining mess underneath him. He kisses over your face, groaning at the feeling of you letting go around him, “Fuck, you sound so pretty.”
You lay your hand on his cheek, pressing your lips to his before you roll over, “My turn to make you cum.” You sit up, hands pressed to his abdomen as you start to bounce. His eyes trail up and down your body, stopping to stare at your face.
His lips part, moans slipping out as his fingertips dig into your thighs, “Keep- fuck, yes. Keep going, baby.”
He groans loudly as he interlocks his fingers with yours, giving them a squeeze as you roll forward and back. You tilt your head back, moaning out as you quicken your pace.
“Fuck.” Jeremy grunts, “Don’t stop.”
You lean down, pressing your lips to his and his hands slide around to your ass, gripping right as he guides you to keep going. He gasps against your lips, moaning lowly over and over again as he pushes your hips down onto him fully.
You feel his cock twitch as he coats your insides white.
“Fuck.” You breathe out, rolling over to lay next to him, “That.. that was good.” Jeremy chuckles as he pulls the blankets up, “Yeah, it kinda was, wasn’t it?” He presses a kiss to your head, “I really am going to work to protect you. I don’t want to see you get hurt ever again.”
“Getting hurt is almost inevitable, Jer.” You lay your head on his chest and he sighs, “Not if I can help it.”
summary- you and kai don't get along. but then why can't you take your eyes off of each other? all it takes is just one little halloween party and a meddling twin sister to get the two of you to admit your real feelings
tags- highschool au so it's set in the 90's but never mentioned, only characters from the show mentioned are jo and kai everyone else is made up, underage drinking, enemies (?) to lovers, no mention of witches or gemini coven, little bit of angst, no use of y/n, 2nd person pov
word count- 3729
a/n- this has been in my drafts since november, and i don't even like it that much, but i wanna finally get it out there rather than keep it to myself because maybe at least one person will like it anyway enjoy :p
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you hated malachai parker. at least, that's what you told yourself every time you interacted with him, which just so happened to be every day. he was the twin brother of your best friend, josette, which meant you'd see him whether you liked it or not (you did). he really knew how to get under your skin and push your buttons, like today he was just standing there, doing nothing.
so maybe you had a thing for him.
not like you'd ever tell him or jo, for that matter, wouldn't want to inflate his ego too much. you slammed your locker closed and rolled your eyes as you watched him attempt to act nonchalant, standing around with his group of outcast friends. you just couldn't get him out of your head even if you tried.
after the school day ended, you walked with him and jo back to their house. well, you walked with jo, and kai strolled off in front, kicking rocks under his pair of wrecked converse.
"this is totally going to be the party of the year! and we're definitely going to have the best costumes there," jo grinned, nudging your shoulder lightly with her own.
"oh, yeah, the totally original angel and devil costumes the two of you chose are really gonna wow all the guys," kai commented under his breath, pretty much the first thing he had said since they left the school.
"and what are you going as, yourself? that's super scary," you teased him, to which he rolled his eyes.
"i'm not going," he responded.
"you're such a liar! you always go to those parties just to mope in the corner. you feel majorly left out if you aren't at least there," jo said, and he just ignored her. she gave you a look that said 'he'll be there'.
you eventually reached their house, and kai rushed to his room. you and jo headed to her own and collapsed onto her bed, knowing you still had some time before you had to get ready for the party. you and jo giggled as you read a magazine, looking at all the celebs on the pages. she then randomly gasped and snapped it closed.
“you know, jackson is gonna be at the party. he’s definitely the hottest guy at school,” jo announced.
“yeah, i guess,” you replied, trying not to seem too uninterested, but jo caught on immediately.
“what’s with you? i thought you liked him?” she wondered, poking you in the cheek.
“no, i do. i just don’t think he’d be interested in me anyway,” you lied through your teeth.
“girl, he’s totally gonna think you’re hot tonight. i bet he’ll make a move. oh my god, kai is gonna be so mad when he sees him flirting with you-“ she cut herself off with a gasp, her eyes widening as she looks away from you.
“why… why would kai be mad about that?” she refused to respond, simply shaking her head. you grabbed her shoulders and shook her lightly, “josette parker, what are you not telling me?”
“you have to promise not to tell anyone,” she said and you held out your pinky, to which she grasped with her own. she looked over at her door to make sure it was closed and you had no one snooping, before leaning in closely, “kai has a massive crush on you.”
“jo, i thought you were gonna tell me something serious. i pinky swore on that,” you rolled your eyes, pulling your pinky away.
“i’m not kidding. he only acts like an asshole around you because he doesn’t know how to show his true feelings,” she explained, and you narrowed your eyes as you sat up.
“right. did he actually tell you this or are you making it up?” you asked, and she tilted her head from side to side.
“you could say i’m taking some creative liberties. but i’ve seen the way he looks at you when he thinks nobody’s looking. he is so into you,” she told you, grin wide on her face.
“i just find it hard to believe,” you respond, trying to fight the way your heart was beating much faster at the prospect of the guy you’ve secretly been crushing on potentially liking you back.
“just listen to me for once. he only goes to these parties with us to make sure no guy touches you. he watches you the entire time, it’s almost cute… but mostly creepy. that one time when troy grabbed your ass, i literally had to hold him back. i swear, he was gonna kill him,” she told you and grabbed your hands. the smile on her face never left as she tried to gauge what your reaction was.
“you really think he likes me?” you wonder skeptically, but you’re starting to believe her.
“okay, i wasn’t gonna say anything, but lizzie has been hooking up with one of kai’s friends and apparently you’re all he talks about. like, ‘ugh, she’s so perfect. i hate her’ when really what he means is he can’t take his eyes off of the way those jeans fit around your ass,” jo said and you pushed her, almost off the bed.
“shut up,” you laughed.
“okay, believe me or don’t. now i’m wondering… what do you think of kai?” she asked you, looking at you like she was trying to decipher something.
“what do you mean? i hate him, remember?” you attempt a nonchalant chuckle, but it just comes out nervous. her whole face lights up.
“i knew it. you have a crush on my idiot brother!” she squealed and you put your hand over her mouth to quiet her down.
“you do realize he lives in this house with you?” you shushed her and removed your hand.
“i know, i’m just so excited. oh my god, we’re gonna be sisters in law,” she jumped up and down on the bed excitedly.
"we are not," you denied, holding her by her shoulders to stop her from jumping. she looked at you disappointedly.
"you mean you aren't gonna tell him you like him?" she frowned.
"no way. if he wants me, he's gonna have to tell me, because there's no way i'm embarrassing myself like that in front of malachai parker when there's still a chance he might not even like me back," you responded, throwing yourself back down onto the bed to stare at the ceiling. you closed your eyes for a moment, and once you opened them you could see jo above you with an evil grin on her face.
"you're gonna make him jealous tonight and he's gonna confess his feelings to you like-"
"like some cheesy romance movie? it's not gonna work, jo, not with him," you sighed. of course jo would make everything all the more complicated when you planned on keeping your secret a secret for the rest of your life.
"come on, please? don't you wanna know for sure that he likes you?" she egged you on. when you weighed the pros and cons, you realized that maybe you should just do it. if all else fails, you can make out with jackson or something.
"fine," you gave in, to which she responded with yet another squeal. she jumped up and dragged you with her.
"we are making you look capital h hot tonight- not that you aren't already, just a little extra to make kai lose his mind," she grinned as she pulled you towards her vanity chair.
cue makeover montage
once you were done, you looked like a whole new person. the way jo had curled your hair and done your makeup, she swore you looked like a model. the red mini dress you wore was sure to turn some heads, especially kai's. you, of course, wore devil horns as that was the main part of your costume. jo wore the same outfit with angel wings and a halo instead. as you were adding some finishing touches, there was a knock on her door, and when it was opened it revealed it was kai.
"are you guys ready to go yet?" he asked, sounding irritated, but his gaze wandered over to you. his jaw almost went slack, if it weren't for the fact that he had practiced hiding his attraction to you for a long time. jo noticed his gaze and smirked.
"what's the matter, bro? something wrong?" she asked, seeing if he would actually say anything. he clenched his jaw and shook his head.
"nothing's wrong, just you two are taking your sweet time, as always," he responded and you stood up from the vanity chair.
"we're ready to leave now," you told him, trying to ignore the way his gaze subtly trailed over your body. his eyes were like fire, and you could feel the heat on you.
"what are we waiting for, then?" he grumbled, tearing his gaze away from you so he could walk down the stairs.
"told you he'd be going tonight," jo whispered.
the second you got to the party, you and jo rushed to the kitchen to grab some drinks. you didn't know what you were drinking, but you did know that you would need some liquid courage tonight. your eyes scanned the party, searching for someone to flirt with to make kai jealous. you still thought this was a stupid idea. jo grabbed your shoulders and pointed at someone.
"jackson is right there! flirting with him of all people is really gonna make kai go crazy," she told you, lightly pushing you in his direction. you walked over to him slowly, looking back at jo, who just winked, and then into the corner where kai was standing. he was looking at you with an indiscernible look on his face.
"hey, jackson," you greeted him. when he turned to face you, he had a wide grin on his face.
"hey! damn, you look so hot, i was just telling zach how good you and josette look right now," he told you and you nodded, pretending to be interested.
"wow, thanks, you look... you look great, too," you replied, giving him a once over and realizing you couldn't even tell what his costume was supposed to even be. if it even was a costume. you looked back over at kai, who was practically chugging his drink as he watched you.
"oh, i know," jackson flexed his bicep, "do you wanna, like, make out or something?"
"what? oh, um, sure," you responded, snapping your eyes back to him, but you couldn't keep them on him for long before they trailed back to the glare kai was sending your way. jackson followed your gaze.
"you're only talking to me to make that loser jealous," he scoffed.
"no? why would you, um... what makes you say that?" you asked, coming back to reality.
"whatever, he can have you. i'm gonna go find a real babe," he declared and walked away, leaving you alone in the crowd. you grabbed another drink before slumping down onto the couch, sitting right next to a couple that was making out.
you felt the couch dip on the other side from them, and you assumed it was jo coming to tell you to try again, but you could see jo chatting with lizzie in the kitchen.
"that was really depressing to watch," kai chuckled from beside you and you turned your head slowly to glare at him.
"so don't watch next time," you shot back.
"and miss seeing you get rejected? that was the highlight of my night," he told you.
"of course it was, you just love seeing me fail. i don't know what his problem was, like am i not pretty enough or something?" you pretended to act sad to see if he would take the bait. you could tell that it worked because of the way his smirk faltered a little.
"no, i didn't say that- look, you're obviously attractive enough that i've never seen you get rejected before is all I meant," he responded before shutting himself up with a sip of his drink. but he couldn't help himself. "i don't know why you even waste your time with guys like that, they don't even deserve the time of day from you."
"oh, so who does? you?" you asked, seeing the small bit of jealousy coming from him and taking the leap. he clenched his jaw at your question and looked away from you.
"why don't you just go and dance with one of those assholes like i know you want to rather than wasting your time talking to me?" he grumbled, ignoring your question.
"well, you sat next to me and started the conversation with me, so..." you trailed off.
"whatever," he replied, still looking into the crowd of people.
"look, i'm trying to have a civil conversation with you because i like you, okay?" you confess and that's when he finally looks back at you. he narrows his eyes at you, staring you down with a disgusted glare.
"that's not funny. did jo put you up to this or something?" he mutters out, clearly not believing what you had said.
"what? no, kai. why would she?" you asked, putting your hand on his arm, which he immediately retracted from. he quickly stood up from the couch.
"forget i said anything, okay? enjoy your party," he spat, speeding off to the front door.
now you were humiliated.
you locked eyes with jo, who gave you a confused look, but you couldn't stop your feet from racing you to the nearest bathroom and locking yourself inside. you were too tipsy to deal with a rejection like this. you felt tears start to fall before you could stop them and immediately started to wipe at your face to stop them from ruining the makeup jo had worked so hard on. you then heard a knock on the door.
"can i come in, babe?" jo asked softly through the door.
"no," you croaked out.
"come on, it's just me," she told you and you unlocked it. she's seen you in worse states. she stepped through the door and locked it behind her. she quickly wrapped her arms around you. "what did he do?"
"i told him i liked him and he didn't believe me. he thought i was making fun of him. you should've seen the way he looked at me jo, like i was some sort of fucking monster," you whispered.
"hey, it's okay. he clearly likes you if he reacted like that," she tried to reassure you.
"he literally pulled himself away from me when i touched him. he doesn't like me, he thinks i'm disgusting," you muttered into her shoulder.
"i promise you he doesn't. he's just nervous. let me go talk some sense into him," she suggested, pulling back from the hug and looking at your tear stained face. the makeup had held up surprisingly well, which she was proud of. "you just wait here and calm yourself down and i'll get him to come and apologize."
"no, jo, i don't wanna see him," you groaned and she let go of you completely.
"yes, you do," she said before leaving you in the bathroom alone with your thoughts.
jo found kai in the front yard, so at least he hadn't left completely. he was sitting down on the steps to the front porch of the house, looking up at the night sky.
"what the hell is wrong with you?" jo confronted him, and he turned to her with his usual glare.
"what? nothing," he responded.
"clearly there is, if you're rejecting her," jo practically yelled at him.
"oh, i knew you were in on it. i rejected her because she doesn't actually like me... and i don't like her either for that matter," kai told her, standing up from the stairs to face her.
"you're such a liar," jo pointed a finger at him.
"i'm not-" jo didn't even allow him to finish his sentence before she was speaking again.
"she likes you, you goddamn idiot! she's hiding in the bathroom right now because you embarrassed her and you have the audacity to be sitting out here like a heartbroken character from some tragic romance novel?" she then jabbed her finger into his chest.
kai crossed his arms and looked back at his twin's serious gaze. the way her nostrils were flaring angrily, he could tell she meant business.
"she really likes me?" he sighed in defeat.
"yes, apparently for a lot longer than i even knew about," jo answered and kai hung his head.
"i am an idiot, aren't i?" he chuckled weakly.
"you are. and an asshole to her. i don't know what she sees in you, but she likes you anyway. you'd better not screw this up any more than you already have," jo almost threatened him. "now you're gonna march your stupid self back inside and talk to her. right now."
"fine," he snaps, turning to stride back into the house. "happy now?"
jo beams, looking way too pleased with herself as she watches him storm off. she called after him, "ecstatic! don't screw it up this time!"
kai flipped her off without turning back around before deciding to feign nonchalance as he walked back into the party, placing his hands in his front pockets. he shoved himself down the hall to the downstairs bathroom, passing groups of people playing drinking games, and mentally cursed himself before knocking on the door.
"it's uh, it's me. i'm sorry. can i come in?" kai said quietly, expecting you to say no. but instead you just unlocked the door wordlessly. he walked into the bathroom and saw you sitting down on the edge of the bathtub. he locked the door for privacy and sat down next to you. for a moment, neither of you spoke.
"you made me feel like an idiot, kai. i'm dressed up like this pretty much just for you and you didn't even say anything about it, i just told you i like you and now i'm crying in the damn bathroom," you rambled and you noticed a look of regret flashing on his face.
"no, you don't understand, you're not the idiot here, i am. you were right there in front of me, looking perfect and telling me you like me, and i was too insecure to even believe it. i should've been over the damn moon!" he exclaimed, running a hand through his hair. "damn it, i don't know how to say things like this."
"just say what you want to say, kai, it's easiest that way," you tell him.
"god, i like you. how could i not? even when i act like you're just my sister's idiot friend. it's just that you're this beautiful, popular girl who could literally have anyone she wanted, so i never expected you'd choose me," he responded with a disbelieving chuckle, "seriously, you're way too good for me."
"you get under my skin in a way that no one else ever has, and i was half convinced i hated you for years, but... i want you. not jackson or anyone else, you, malachai parker," you admitted.
"jesus, you always have to pull out the malachai card. you know i hate being called that," he replied in embarrassment.
"that's why i love to say it," you tell him, a smile coming onto your face as your earlier sadness and worry disappeared.
"you're a menace, you know that? always pushing my buttons," he told you.
"it's part of my charm," you shrug nonchalantly.
"yeah, your charm," he rolled his eyes, "and for the record? you don't have to get all dressed up for my attention. i like you when you're just you."
"oh, you're getting soft on me now? who even are you?" you ask him with a laugh, and you notice that his eyes are trained on your lips.
"i'm the guy who's about to kiss you in the bathroom at some random ass party," he told you in a low tone before leaning in. you started to lean in, too, and he cradled your face with one of his hands, the cold metal of his rings cooling your cheek. once your lips finally met, it was like all of your pent up feelings were being released.
damn, you thought, he's a really good kisser.
you didn't know if it was bullshit when people said they felt fireworks when they kissed someone for the first time, but you were pretty sure you did. as well as someone outside maybe setting some off in the backyard.
you soon pulled apart for air, and when you opened your eyes and saw kai there, it was like your body went into momentary shock, like you never in a million years expected this. maybe you had drank more than you thought.
"now do you believe i actually like you?" you asked him and he grinned.
"oh, a hundred percent. i'm never doubting you ever again," he replied before giving you another peck on the lips, "you wanna get out of this bathroom?"
"hell yeah. we're missing all the fun," you said as you stood up, followed by kai, who wrapped a protective arm around your waist. you were a little surprised about the pda, but you weren't gonna complain. once you opened the bathroom door, jo practically fell through, making it clear she had been eavesdropping.
"oh, hey, guys, i was just waiting for the bathroom," she shrugged, acting nonchalant.
"yeah, right," kai rolled his eyes and jo barked out a laugh as the two of you walked by, making kai snap, "what?"
"you've got a little lipgloss there, hotshot," she told him, pointing at his lips, which he quickly swiped off.
"shut up," he muttered, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment.
"didn't think either of you had it in you, i'm proud," she gave the two of you a little clap before grabbing your wrist, "now, i'm stealing my best friend back."
you give kai a little shrug as you let her pull you back towards the living room, where everyone else was dancing, and for the rest of the night, you felt kai's possessive eyes on you, as if finally noticing that he had been there all along.
