Obey Pt. 9

Safe. Protected. Home.

Pairing: Tim Bradford x Fem!Reader

Author's Note: I finished the entire series in a week and I am literally so obsessed! I cannot wait for the next season and I just had to write for Tim. I really hope you enjoy this. Requests for "The Rookie" are open!

Word Count: 1.2 K

When you think of Tim Bradford, now Sergeant Bradford, a lot of things come to mind. Tough. No-nonsense. Fiercely dedicated. The kind of guy who thrives under pressure and expects nothing less from those around him. Tim’s the guy who keeps people at arm’s length, both metaphorically and literally, a fortress of hard-earned authority. But one thing you’d never peg him as? A sucker for cuddles. Or hugs.

He wasn’t the kind of guy you’d expect to be a sucker for cuddles. Or hugs. Stoic, guarded—those were the words people used to describe him. The guy who kept his emotions in check, always composed, always in control. But after 18 gruelling hours on his feet, every inch of his body ached, and his mind buzzed with exhaustion and all he could think about as he drove home was y/n, the way she’d wrap her arms around him. How she’d rest her cheek against his chest, her warmth seeping into him like sunlight after a storm. It was all he wanted and all he could think about.

The moment he reached home, every part of him itched to burst through the door, stride straight to her, and lose himself in her embrace. He could almost feel it—the warmth of her arms around him, the soft scent of her shampoo filling his senses, melting away the weight of the last 18 hours. But as he reached the door, his hand hesitated on the key. What if she was sleeping? The thought softened his urgency. Quietly, he slid the key into the lock, turning it with deliberate care, the faintest click breaking the silence. Pushing the door open just enough to slip inside, he tiptoed across the threshold, his movements cautious and measured.

But little did he know that sleep was the last thing on her mind. She was curled up on the couch, a book resting in her lap, softly humming along to the faint music playing in the background. The moment her y/e/c eyes met his, her face lit up, and she sprang to her feet, her joy radiating like sunlight through the room. Her expression quickly shifted as her gaze sharpened, scanning him from head to toe with practiced care. She looked for any signs of injury, any hidden pain he might be hiding, her concern as palpable as her love. Only when she was certain he was physically okay, did the tension in y/n's shoulders ease, and a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding escaped. His reaction was the opposite though. The sharp, vigilant eyes that had been trained all day to watch for danger, to stay alert to every possible threat, softened the instant they locked onto hers. In her presence, the edges of his world dulled, and for the first time in hours, he felt something close to peace. Tim Bradford had finally made it to his home.

“You’re home,” y/n said softly, he didn’t say a word, just crossed the room in three long strides and pulled her into his arms. The weight of the world slipped away as her familiar scent surrounded him, grounding him.

"Hey, baby," she said softly, her voice warm and soothing as she pulled him closer. "Rough day? I saw the news. I’m so proud of you."

He let out a weary sigh and pulled back a little, “I’m just grateful we got those kids back to their parents safely," he murmured, his voice heavy with exhaustion yet tinged with relief.

Y/n reached out, her fingers grazing his cheek gently. "You did good," she whispered, her gaze steady and full of admiration. "More than good." Tim only hummed in response as he buried his face further into her hair.

"Are you hungry? Should I warm up some dinner for you?" she asked, her voice laced with concern as her eyes searched his face.

He shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. "No, we grabbed something from the food truck near the station before heading out. Did YOU eat?" His hands found her cheeks, cupping them gently as his eyes filled with worry, scanning her face like she was the only thing that mattered in the world.

She grinned, a playful spark lighting her expression. "I did. The last time I offered to wait and have dinner with you after work, you threatened to watch ‘The Bachelor’ without me. Remember that?"

His smile widened into a low chuckle. "And the threat still stands," he teased. "I’m gonna grab a quick shower, and then we can get back to it. Maybe... some cuddles, too?" His voice softened with hope, a rare vulnerability sneaking through his exhaustion.

"Deal, Sergeant," she replied, laughter bubbling in her tone as she poked his chest. "But make it quick, or I’m starting the episode without you."

He gave her a mock salute, his grin growing as he headed for the bathroom.

When he came back, the living room was unrecognizable, transformed into a cosy sanctuary. Y/n had pulled out the couch to its full size, layering it with a soft, inviting blanket and scattering pillows around. A few of her stuffed toys nestled in the corners, adding a playful touch, while a small assortment of chocolates and snacks sat neatly on the table beside the sofa, within easy reach. The fairy lights she’d insisted on months ago— “They add character!” she’d argued—were now casting a warm, gentle glow over the room, their soft twinkle making the space feel magical. The TV was ready, paused at the latest episode of ‘The Bachelor’, the title screen glowing in quiet anticipation. As if that wasn’t enough, a few lavender-scented candles flickered softly in the background, their soothing aroma already working to calm his frayed nerves. She’d remembered, of course—lavender always helped him unwind.

He stood there for a moment, taking it all in, his heart swelling with gratitude and affection. This wasn’t just a room; it was a safe haven. Yet none of it held a candle to her. Y/n was his safe haven. She stood in the middle of it all, a quiet smile playing on her lips, her eyes full of love and a hint of mischief. Y/n wasn’t just the one who made the room feel like home. She was home.

“Hey, you’ve been standing there for a while. Want me to bring the party to you?” she quipped.

With a terse nod, he shakes his head and runs over to her. No words were needed.

As he reached her, she shifted on the couch, sitting upright to make room for him. Without hesitation, he lowered himself onto the soft cushions, resting his head against her chest. The steady rhythm of her heartbeat filled his ears, a soothing melody that made every hardship, every struggle of the last few days, feel distant and almost insignificant. He snuggled in closer, his body melting into hers, while her arms wrapped around him protectively. One hand rested on his back, grounding him, while the other slipped into his hair, her fingers weaving through the strands with gentle, rhythmic motions.

For years, Tim Bradford had carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, always the protector, always the shield. But here, in her arms, he finally felt something he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in far too long.

Safe. Protected. Home.

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The Frog Princess. Chapter 1

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“You can all bloody kiss my ass!”, I growled at the men standing around me. “There isn’t a chance in Hel I’m getting on that ship!”.

“Breathe, Y/N”, Eist tried calmingly. “This is what’s best for everyone”. “Best for you and your bloody war!”, I snarled.

In the corner of the great hall stood a mess of cases, containing most of my earthly goods. None of it had any importance to me; except for the small chest of knickknacks I’d gathered while on trips around the smaller islands of Skellige, and the one time Eist had brought me to Cintra Capital with him.

“Y/N, you’re not a child. Stop acting like one”. I smacked him across the face. A murmur of stifled laughter rose among the leather clad men surrounding me and Eist.

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What’s your safe word, honey?

Summary: Hotch x Fem!Reader. Hotch comes home from a tough case and takes his anger out on you in the best kind of way.

Warnings: Language, smut—rough sex, dirty talk, daddy kink, mention of gunshot injury to arm. WC—+3.5K

A/N: Hi I’m a slut for Hotch and this is the evidence in the case against me 😂

You were going insane; one entire month off of work and you were over being cooped up in the house. It wasn’t that you didn’t appreciate time off. But because you were currently recovering from an injury in the field it meant you couldn’t make the best of your free time. You were stuck inside, forced to rest and recover. After the first week, you were bored out of your mind.

At least you’d had Jack, your adopted son, to keep you company when he wasn’t in school. You were even able to take him to the bus each morning, a job normally reserved for his Aunt Jessica, because the stop was in front of the house two doors down. Aaron had been reluctant, seeing as you had to climb a whole three steps to get back inside the townhouse the three of you lived together in, but he relented when you reminded him that your concussion and healing gunshot would to your left arm didn’t prevent you from being able to walk.

But this week, Jack was away on a school trip and you were left on your own. You’d hoped to have some time with Aaron, but he’d been called away on a case in New York, and like you knew all too well, the bigger the city, the longer the case. You just had to get through this last week; your injuries had healed and your physical therapy sessions for your arm were going great. You would be back in the field soon enough, although your boss—and husband—had insisted on two weeks of desk work and case consultation before he would allow you to strap on your gun again.

When you had been shot, it had been your own fault. You knew this—the victim, just a kid, had been scared out of his mind, and you tried to talk him down, were so focused on him that you didn’t notice the unsub hiding around the corner, didn’t even see him raise the gun. The only reason the bullet didn’t go through your skull was that Prentiss screamed at you at the same moment she shot the unsub. You fell as the bullet went through your arm and smacked your head off of the desk behind, hard enough to send you to the hospital unconscious. Hotch met you, with the rest of the team just behind him. After you woke up and his concern was eased by the doctor, he had told you that he was benching you.

You hadn’t argued, not after seeing the fear on his face, the way his hand had trembled when he stroked your cheek as you lay in the hospital bed. But you knew all too well that the longer you were off, the grouchier Aaron would get at work. Even Emily had texted you begging you to send him nudes just to get him to lighten up on this latest case.

You sent a few sexy shots two days before, and Aaron hadn’t responded. You spoke on the phone, but he didn’t bring them up, and you wondered if he was annoyed. But where Aaron Hotchner was severe and stern and reserved, you were bubbly and easy-going. You balanced one another perfectly, something that had been evident the minute you’d joined the BAU several years before.

The chemistry was there from the start as well, but it didn’t evolve beyond friendship until, after a particularly rough case, Hotch had decided to drive the seven hours back to Quantico instead of fly. He’d had an injured eardrum at the time and the flying, loud noises, it was too much for him. You had asked if you could join him in a spur-of-the-moment decision, and ended up having the best time together.

You had agreed to split the drive into two days, opting to stay one night in a nice hotel, stretch out the trip a little to get some rest. The plan was for you to drive the remaining three hours home the next day, with a few stops along the way to sightsee. You booked separate rooms after enjoying dinner together at the hotel restaurant, and bid one another goodnight in a friendly manner. After soaking in the bath for an hour in your room, you had thrown your robe on and debated walking across the hall to thank Hotch for letting you join him, unsure of if he would already be asleep.

It had been like a movie scene when you had opened the door to your room, still unsure if you would knock on his, and found him standing right there, clearly debating something similar. Only, where you were wearing just the hotel robe, Hotch was in a casual t-shirt and shorts and you couldn’t help but check him out, admire the muscles you rarely glimpsed beneath those suits.

You had looked at one another for roughly thirty seconds before, and you’ll never know for sure who moved first, you were wrapped around each other. You had stayed up pretty late that night.

You were dozing on the couch, a habit you’d formed during this work hiatus and you really needed to kick it. You had always been able to sleep just about anywhere, but your king bed upstairs was calling your name and you knew sleeping on the couch wasn’t the best for your back. But sleeping in that big bed all alone bummed you out, so you usually stayed up late watching crime movies on Netflix until you couldn’t keep your eyes open.

When you heard the beep of the front door, the electric lock sliding, your eyes opened and you realized you’d been out like a light and your movie had long since ended. You blearily glanced toward the front hall, frowning. You didn’t think Aaron was coming home yet, but when his familiar, tall frame stepped in to view your heart leapt happily in your chest. He must not have bothered calling since it was so late.

Before you could get his attention, as he hadn’t realized you were curled up under blankets on the couch, you saw that he appeared to be in one of his moods. Almost instantly, heat pooled in your stomach—while most people, sane people, avoided the hell out of an angry Aaron Hotchner, you were drawn to him. You liked being the only one who could calm him, and you loved when he took his anger out on you.

As you gazed at him now, he roughly pulled off his jacket, then started working at his tie, his movements choppy. The classic frown was in place, and while he was making no noise, thinking you must be upstairs asleep in bed, you saw that his breathing was uneven. So the case had not ended well, clearly. You knew what he was feeling, it was something that the entire team would experience when a case went south, and you immediately ached to comfort him.

When his tie was hung on the hook on the wall, he moved slowly towards the staircase, still not noticing you. With a small sigh, you sat up and Aaron’s head spun comically in your direction, eyes widening in surprise.

“Honey, what are you doing sleeping on the couch? Are you alright?”

Frowning Hotch morphed into Protective Hotch, his eyes searching your face with concern even as you smiled sleepily at your husband. “I’m perfect, now that you’re here. I just fell asleep watching a movie,” You pushed at the tangle of blankets around you, “I wasn’t expecting you, I’m so happy you’re home!”

Hotch’s expression softened, but then his eyes dropped as you freed yourself from the blankets and revealed yourself wearing only one of his old t-shirts. You saw his entire body go rigid, his expression turning dark, and that heat inside you fluttered in response. You shifted, drawing your legs up and stretching your arms so that the shirt rode up and you heard him gasp as he saw you wore no panties. “Christ,” He murmured, moving across the room with intent, “You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?” He growled, and you grinned at him.

You didn’t get a chance to respond, his large hand securing around your throat, his eyes dark with hunger. He gripped you gently, and you felt the slick between your thighs nearly gush in response. Hotch reached down and ran a free hand over the core of you, grunting in approval.

“So wet for me, good girl,” He released his hold on you to draw the shirt over your head, tossing it aside and sighing in approval as he surveyed your naked curves. “What’s your safe word, honey?”

Every time, he asked you this and his eyes would search yours, ensure that you were on board and ready for him. You only smiled wider, trying not to rub your thighs together too much for friction you were desperate for. “Pineapple.”

The tension in his body snapped, and before you could do more than moan, Hotch was sealing his lips over yours possessively. You loved this side of him, though you didn’t get to see it until a few months together—he was always sweet and gentle, he made love to you, ensured that you came at least twice. But eventually, you’d had enough of being treated like a glass figurine, and encouraged him to experiment with you.

It turned out, Aaron Hotchner was a man with a love for dirty sex. And you fucking loved it.

“Missed you,” You breathed out when he finally pulled back from kissing you, and he grinned wickedly in response before turning you and pushing you down so that you were bent over the comfortable arm of the couch, ass facing him. With greedy hands, he touched every part of you that he could reach, ignoring the throbbing heat between your thighs. You were a whimpering mess within minutes, but you couldn’t beg him for more. If you did, he would draw it out longer—and from the way he was breathing behind you, the gentle nips at the flesh of your ass, he was in no mood to wait.

“Good girl,” He smacked your ass, the shock of it sending a heat over the skin and a tingle down your spine. You moaned sinfully, turning your head to try and meet his gaze. He was staring down at you and, you hadn’t noticed because you were so caught up in his touch, managed to remove all of his clothing. He was all lean muscles and with a smattering of soft hair that trailed down to the very large erection, he had grasped in one hand. “Ready to take daddy’s cock, honey?”

“Fuck yes,” You whimpered, wiggling your ass slightly, “Please daddy, fuck me—”

With a groan that made your toes curl, Hotch pressed forward and slide through your sopping folds, not stopping until he’d sunk himself inside of you completely, stretching you. He stilled momentarily, and after a beat, your walls clenching around him blissfully, you murmured what you knew he was waiting to hear.

“Green.”

Hotch was older than you by enough years that when you got together, it raised many eyebrows. He had done everything right to ensure you could continue working on the BAU, including shifting your performance reviews to Derek, who could give them unbiased. Paperwork was filed with HR, and once it was all said and done, it just felt right. Like everything had fallen into place in your lives, both personal and professional. He was a man of duty and honour, a father first, and he let you into his life, allowed you to see every part of him, trusting you endlessly.

And you trusted him, always. He had your back in the field, but it was more than that. You could fight and still end up going to bed with a smile because even if he didn’t agree, he valued your perspective, was always willing to try things your way. It was a happy marriage built on a deep trust of one another.

Which was why he had agreed to the kind of sex you both enjoyed on the condition there were safe words and cautions. So you followed the stoplight system, but to help lighten the mood if you had to ask him to stop, you opted to say ‘pineapple’. You’d only ever had to use it once, and it was because you had been on your period and the position he was thrusting into you at had gone from intensely pleasurable to cramping and painful in a flash. He’d stopped immediately and spent the following hour taking care of you, kissing and massaging and, most importantly, bringing you chocolate ice cream.

Green, of course, meant go. And so when you said that magic word tonight, the tense and exhausted man you loved started thrusting at such a brutal pace you instantly saw stars behind your eyelids. With the house to yourselves, you didn’t bother holding back and let yourself make as much noise as you needed, which only drove him wild and encouraged him.

“DADDY!” You screamed, clenching around him as he filled you, his cock hitting everything perfectly. In response to your scream, one hand slid into your hair, gripping it, and pulled you back harshly. You grunt, back arching for him, and felt yourself grow slicker in response to his man-handling of you as he fucks you ruthlessly for a long time.

Hotch groans again, his deep voice cutting through your noises, “You take my cock so well, honey. Like you were—fuck—made for daddy’s cock,” His free hand lays another slap to your ass and you jerk slightly, your mouth opening in an ‘o’ as the feelings inside of you intensify. You can feel yourself getting close to coming and a small, almost pitiful sound escapes your mouth. “Aw, is my little slut going to cum? You going to soak my cock?”

“Y-yes, daddy, so close—oh, shit,” You’re moving now, matching his movements so that when he slams into you, you’re meeting him and the sounds that creates—harsh, wet and sloppy, send you over the edge. “Daddy, daddy—”

Fireworks go off behind your eyes and you can’t keep them open, lids squeezing shut as your entire body seizes and twitches, the wave of your orgasm almost too strong. It pulls you under and you don’t think you even breathe, you just float and it’s not until you feel his teeth bite into your shoulder that you realize Hotch has pulled you against his chest, fucking you at a new angle and grounding you with the conflicting pain of his bite.

There’s still so much pleasure pulsing through you, but you come down from the high of it and slump, turning into a rag doll in his capable arms. Hotch is more than happy at this outcome, the rough growl of approval tells you as much. He loves the control, the knowledge that he literally knocked the wind out of you. He has one hand pressed against your chest, over your heart to feel the wild beating. The other is still in your hair, tilting your head slightly so that he can whisper in your ear.

“Fucking slut—daddy’s good little girl—you make me feel so good,” He grunts when he thrusts up hard enough to draw another cry from you, desperate and whiny. “This pussy’s all mine, honey.”

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you recognize his tone, that he wants a response. But you’re so strung out on the pleasure and the feel of his brutal thrusts, the way his cock splits you open, that you forget to reply. His hand slides up from your chest to grip your throat, pressing the sides just enough to have you gasping.

“Who owns this pussy? Answer me!” He accentuates his order with a wicked snap of his hips and you moan, wondering what it must look like; you being speared on his cock, limp and weak in his arms.

Another garbled whine slips out as you try to make sense of the world and find the words he’s looking for. You aren’t fast enough, and his anger grows, the hand on your throat tightening as the one in your hair drops and slaps you hard on the ass, several times. The mixture of pleasure and pain and you’re inability to breathe properly sends you right back over the edge. Unable to scream, a low and pitiful whimper starts up as you cum, soaking his cock and trembling, tears spilling from your eyes.

Hotch growls again, probably pretty pleased you came for him again but just as annoyed that you aren’t answering him. “Silly cock-slut, you can’t even speak you’re such a whore for me,” He grunts, slowing his pace so that he can thrust, then spanks you, thrust, spank, thrust, spank…

“Daddy, daddy, daddy—“

“Yes? You going to answer me, or do you want to be punished—more—“ His next smack makes you jerk, and then his grip on your throat releases and you draw in a deep breath. “Good girl, come on now, who owns your pussy?”

“You-you do, daddy. You own my pussy—shit—fuck me.”

With a low noise of approval, he starts up his rough thrusting again, smoothes his hand over the sensitive skin he’d been spanking, and then over your hip and around, until his fingers are pressing circles to your clit. Your whole spine tightens in response, your back arching into him and now you’re sure you might pass out from how good he is making you feel. With every thrust you grunt, eyes rolling back, and his fingers are bringing you back to the edge again, where you think if you fall you won’t be able to stop.

As if sensing your thoughts, Hotch holds you close and it’s the soft side whispering in your ear now, “I love you, honey, and I’ve got you. Cum for me, I know you have one more in you,” He presses his lips to your neck, your throat, and you’re so close you can’t stop trembling. “Daddy’s going to fill you up, so be a good girl now.”

You feel the way his thrusts have grown sloppy and it’s the realization that he’s holding off his orgasm to bring yours out that does it. With a soft cry, you crumble, this time you cum and it spreads through your body slowly, breaking you down and you’re grateful Hotch still holds you carefully even as he begins to groan and with one final thrust, he spills himself deep inside of you.

It’s like you’re boneless, so when he eventually stops coming, he can do whatever he wants with you and you can’t even raise a hand. Hotch lays you over the back of the couch, propping you up higher for him as you flop down, ass in the air. He stays behind you, spreads your legs wide, and his fingers begin a slow assault on your overstimulated cunt, occasionally teasing the puckered skin above. You whimper helplessly and his dirty talk returns after he has you how he wants you.

“Fucking slut, look at you,” He presses a kiss to your reddened ass cheek, “Spread out and ready for me to do whatever I want with you.” His voice is gruff, eager, and you know he’s not close to being done with you yet tonight. A thrill runs through you despite your exhaustion.

You feel his weight leave the couch and a moment later he’s standing in front of where you’re draped over the wide back of the couch. Gently, his hands take hold of your jaw and tilt your head, and Hotch meets your eyes. You smile at him weakly, “G-green, daddy…”

Soft eyes go dark, and the semi-hard cock a few inches from your face slides down your throat seconds later, large hands grasping your hair. Hotch fucks your face slow at first, enjoying cutting off your air and then releasing, until you gasp and cough. The more he does this, the harder he gets, and his cock is big enough that it’s tough for you to take in and he loves watching you struggle.

“Yeah, take it deep honey, look at you,” He brushes some hair from your face, which is covered in tears, “Daddy’s little girl looks so good with her face stuffed with cock. I’m so proud of my cock slut—oh, you can’t breathe? Okay—“ He releases again and laughs lightly when you pull in another gasp of air gratefully.

He gives you a moment to catch your breath, gathering your hair into one hand and then leaning over you to reach behind you and run his fingers through your soaked folds. He finger fucks you until you moan, which is when he abruptly stops and stands straight, wicked grin back on his handsome face as he thrusts into your throat again. You moan happily around his cock, hungry for his cum.

“Daddy’s going to cum down that throat, honey,” Hotch groans after another five minutes of brutal face fucking. “Swallow it all, slut, fuck,” He grunts, shoves himself right down your throat, and cums. At first, you can’t even swallow because you’ve taken him so far, but after a few pulses, he eases back so that you can drink him down, then back a little more to allow you to lick and suckle the remaining cum.

“Taste so good, daddy,” You sigh, and then you grin up at him again, looking for his approval.

Hotch is watching you, his eyes drinking in your cum and tear-soaked face, how you sag into the couch helplessly, and the way he smiles back tells you he’s happy—and there’s more coming.

He disappears to get you some water, and you know once he’s satisfied that you’re taken care of, he’ll take you to bed and take out his anger on you some more. You let yourself doze while you wait for him to return from the kitchen, smiling to yourself happily—you love Aaron endlessly and love being his good little slut.

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Heyyy I was wondering if you could do a poly!mikaelson fic you can make up the plot but I've been so obsessed with the first lately and I need some more to feed my obsession tysm love your writing btw💕❤

Ohhhh boy thank you. I have an idea let's go this is gonna lean mostly to the boys

Warnings: Angst, Mikaelson boys being simps, Fluff, Spiciness

A/N: used Google translate for the French again. My grandmother would be ashamed of me.

Attends que mes frères vioent ce que j'ai vu de toi, petit - Wait until my brothers get to see what I saw of you, little one

Tu vas me partager - You're going to share me?

Oh oui petit - Oh yes little one.

Y/N had left a bloody bodies in her wake after a month since she turned off her humanity which her friends couldn't understand why she would. Stefan and Caroline found Y/N feeding off of a whole bar of people and managed to vervain her and get her back to the Salvatore house to begin the process of getting her to turning on her humanity.

"How is she?" Damon asked Stefan when the younger Salvatore walked out of the room they had Y/N in tied to a chair with vervain ropes and curtains drawn close to keep the sun from burning her.

"Still no humanity."

"Are you sure you guys don't know why she turned it off?" Caroline asked noticing how Elena looked away and Damon looked guilty of something. Now it was no secret to the friend group that Y/N and Damon broke up but they didn't know why and both Caroline and Bonnie found it weird that Elena had started to date Damon a week after Y/N left Damon.

"Yeah, we're sure."

Three weeks Y/N kept it off making Caroline go behind everyone's back with Bonnie and Enzo encouraging the blonde to call Y/N's Sire....Elijah for help. They hoped the Original could get you to turn it back on. Elijah was surprised to get a call from Caroline saying that Y/N had turned off her humanity and seeing how things were calm in New Orleans, he told Caroline he was on his way.

"Leaving 'Lijah?"

"I am needed in Mystic Falls. It seems Y/N had turned off her humanity Niklaus." Elijah tells his brother who frowned not liking the sound of his favorite vampire having her humanity off.

"I'm coming with you."

In the end both Klaus and Kol came with Elijah which didn't surprise the older Mikaelson as both of them were every protective of Y/N. Klaus and Kol would tell Elijah that Y/N was their favorite vampire that he Sired and before leaving for New Orleans the three agreed to share her if she left Damon for New Orleans.

"Why are they here?" Damon growled walking into the Salvatore home seeing Caroline and Enzo talking to the Original family about Y/N.

"I called Elijah. I thought as Y/N's Sire, Elijah could help." Caroline says as Damon glared at the Original as it was the one thing Damon hated most that his ex girlfriend was Sired to Elijah. Damon was angry with Elena when she told the vampire she asked Elijah to turn Y/N and afterwards the freshly turned vampire followed Elijah around like a puppy as he help her control herself.

"Right. We don't ne....." Damon was cut off by Klaus slamming him against a wall with his hand in the vampire's chest eyes dark as Elijah sighed while Kolwatched enjoying it all a little too much.

"I remembering you promised my brothers and I that you would take care of our little vamp." Klaus growled as Kol smirked following Caroline and Elijah to the room Y/N was in. Damon had indeed promised to care for Y/N as the three waited for the younger vampire to fuck up so they could swoop in to take the female vampire away.

"She is my girl....you ass." Damon said as Klaus pulled away glaring then followed after the three angry the Damon reminded him that Y/N belong to another.

"Oh Elijah.....you sleeping with Elena too? Is that why you are here, so little miss prefect could be happy?" Y/N said when they stepped into the room finding the no humanity vampire sitting on the floor head laying on a bed. Elijah frowned seeing the state his Sired vampire was in, her clothes were dirty clearly she hadn't been fed and seemed to be healing slowly from burns she got from the sun as Elijah spotted her daylight ring was gone.

"What have they done to her?"

"They are trying what they did to Elena to get her to turn her humanity on. Y/N had turned it off just a little over day before she broke things off with Damon." Caroline says handing Y/N's daylight ring to Elijah as the three Originals smirked looking at Y/N.

"I'll take it from here Caroline." Elijah says taking off his suit jacket and tie as Caroline looked worried for Y/N as Klaus smirked leading her out of the room.

"No need to worry Elijah is an expert on getting his Sired to turn their humanity back on without the Sire bond." Kol tells Caroline as Klaus nodded leading Caroline away as Elijah closed the door with his foot rolling up his sleeves.

It only took Elijah about a day to get Y/N to turn on her humanity again and at the moment she was freshly washed dressed in one of Elijah's shirts feeding from his arm as Elijah held Y/N in his lap.

"You are doing so well little one." Elijah whispered pressing a kiss on her hairline as his free hand rubbed her hip. Y/N pulled away feeling ashamed for what she had done and wanted out of Elijah's lap finding herself feeling like she didn't deserves such affection.

"No. Stay right here and feed." Elijah said pulling Y/N back against his chest holding her chin getting her latch back on his bleeding wrist. Y/N flushed at Elijah's commanding tone as Elijah picked up on her racing heart while pulling his wrist away and she turned around.

"Getting shy on me now little one? After all the things we've done?" Elijah teased Y/N watching her hide her face in his neck hearing him laugh lightly. Y/N's breathing had calmed as something about being in Elijah's arms made the female vampire relax.

Elijah stood taking his Sired with him wrapping Y/N's bare legs around his waist as his hand cupped her bottom holding her against him seeing how the vampire was falling asleep. Elijah walked out carrying Y/N getting everyone's attention surprised to see Y/N half asleep. Elijah looked at Damon smirking as the Original did what the younger vampire couldn't.

"You got her to turn it back on?"

"Like I said darling, an expert." Kol said standing taking the bag from Elijah winking at Y/N finding her sleepy face adorable. Damon narrowed his eyes watching Kol kiss Y/N's hand and how she cupped the Original's cheek watching him light up as if they both were understanding one another.

"How did you? We didn't hear a thing." Elena said standing up seeing how her friend clinging to her Sire and Elijah gave Klaus a knowing smirk.

"I had Miss Bennett put a silence spell on the room."

"My brother likes to keep his secrets. Not even I or Kol know how he does it." Klaus says watching Y/N nuzzle Elijah's neck taking comfort in his scent.

"Attends que mes frères vioent ce que j'ai vu de toi, petit."

"Tu vas me partager?"

"Oh oui petit." Elijah whispered in Y/N's ear hiking her higher against his chest as Damon frowned wishing he listened to Y/N about learning French. Damon wanted to understand what Y/N and Elijah was whispering about while it seemed Klaus understood perfectly if the hybrid's smirk was anything to go by.

"Wait where are you going?"

"If you thought I was going to leave my little vampire under your care again you are mistaken." Elijah says looking at Elena as he was carrying Y/N out to their car when Damon stepped forward but stopped by Klaus so Elena moved in front of Elijah.

"Elena, I suggest you move. Y/N will be coming back with us." Elijah said mocha eyes narrowed at younger vampire. Y/N raised her head looking at Elijah who's attention was on her right away.

"Petit?"

"I want....to go with you." Y/N muttered softly as Elijah smirked kissing Y/N's temple hearing Damon growl deeply seeing Y/N seemly cuddling up to Elijah.

"If you excuse us, Elena." Elijah said passing the female vampire as Damon narrowed his eyes seeing Y/N bury her face back in Elijah's neck.

"Caroline, you have Elijah's number. Do come and visit." Klaus said sounding smug following Elijah out with Kol. Damon was pissed that Elijah would take Y/N away as he hoped to win her back.

"Damon?" Elena asked confused watching Damon headed up stairs to plot to get his girl back.

"Elijah?" Y/N mumbled feeling warm and half asleep feeling Elijah's chest under her palms and Klaus's lips brushing along her shoulder while Kol planted kisses on her abdomen.

"You fell asleep in the car. We are currently in New Orleans." Elijah said rolling the baby vampire over pulling her back against his chest. Klaus focus on Y/N's collar bone as she flushed feeling Kol nip at her thighs.

"Now fed petit." Elijah said softly raising his wrist to Y/N's mouth growling lowly when she gently bit Elijah's wrist.

"You know Rebekah will be upset we touched her first." Klaus said against Y/N's collar bone moving to the swell of her breast. Y/N whimpered softly against Elijah's wrist feeling a little overwhelmed by their touches.

"When Rebekah gets home she ravish Y/N all she wants. For now we get her first." Elijah said against Y/N's skin as his hand moved along her leg as that night was a blur of hands and mouths.

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♡hair pulling

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♡role playing

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1,000 Candles [Klaus Mikaelson]

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pairing - klaus mikaelson x gn!reader

type - fluff

note / request - requested by @auroracalisto “another 2k fanfic ask. with klaus mikaelson x gn!reader. with the prompt, “a cake? why are you baking a cake?” (bonus points if it’s near his birthday)” enjoy!! :)

summary - you give klaus his first surprise party

warnings / includes - mild language, kissing, alcohol and food consumption, domestic fluff

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Klaus awoke from his deep sleep, opening his eyes and getting blinded by the sun. He let out a grumpy groan, turning around in the duvet. He toss and turned, reaching his arm and putting it over what he hoped would be you. But instead, he got space.

His eyes shot open and he sat up, frantically looking around for you. He checked the bathroom and closet, his worry growing as you appeared nowhere.

You went to bed with him last night. He didn’t hear anyone break in, and even if the intruder was quiet, he would still hear your screams and wake up. He woke up in the middle of the night and you were still there. Why were you gone now?

He was about to call Elijah and Rebekah to help find you, but he stopped in his tracks as he saw you in the kitchen.

He reached the bottom of the stairs, relieved to see you safe.

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The Alpha’s Mate

Genre: Fluff, smut, supernatural

Warnings: smut, violence, death, werewolf mating, knotting

gif is not mine, it’s just fucking cool

The club was bumping the latest dancing big hit.  Bodies were packing the floor.  Sweat and pheromones were thick in the air, and Aiden scrunched his nose.  His sense of smell was heightened, being a werewolf and all.  The women were desperate, and the men were horny, and the stench was almost overpowering.

Being in heat, Aiden knew he should have waited, and just stayed in his house.  There was real danger to people, particularly females around him, when they released pheromones to, while sexually interested in the males around them.  As much as he wanted to pin every single girl in this club to the wall, and pump them full of his semen, he didn’t want to.

Then a new scent cut through the malodorous air.  The new scent was sweet, flowery, like new, fresh rosebuds.  The effect was instantaneous.  His heart beat faster, pounding in his chest really.  His breathing came in slightly faster, making him dizzy.

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This was so sinful and good. Ugh I can’t I loved itttt.❤️

Ma’am I currently have covid so I’m chillin my room & was wondering if you could possibly take the time out to write some disrespectful dirty af smut for my mans Colby? Like make up sex type shet 🥵🥵😏😏

Thank you boo 💝

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You tried explaining the whole way home that women gawk at him all the time and that you got used to it, but he's having none of it.

This all started at the award show we went to tonight. One of his fellow creators was making googly eyes at your cleavage the whole night and Colby took notice. What drove it home was when we pulled into the driveway and our neighbor Joseph made a comment about how we both looked nice, me especially.

Colby shook his head with his signature smirk and I knew I would have to be doing some groveling tonight.

Joseph has caused issues with us before as he's in his early 40's, a well respected surgeon with 2 Ph.d's, a Doctorate and easy on the eyes. This causing Colby to feel inferior when a "chode nose having, geriatric, Chris Hansen's most wanted grown ass man with an end of adolescence fetish" shamelessly flirts with you in front of him like he's better than him.

"Sam and I have businesses too."

"I know, baby."

"I'm fucking damn near 20 years younger than him and I'm well respected in my field, I'm with the woman I'm going to spend the rest of my life with, I have the best fucking friends, I've traveled, I've won awards AND I was Joe fucking Rogen's podcast. He is not better than me," he said looking you directly in your eyes.

Once his rant was over, you grabbed the sides of his face as a way to calm him down knowing his anger wasn't directed at you. This was 8 months ago, 3 weeks after you moved in

Tonight he walked through the door with a huff, not bothering to hold it open.

"Um, thanks. Dick." I called out to him when I stopped the door from slamming in my face. I saw him swallow some of what was in his glass before speaking for the first time in a long while,

"You love that shit, don't you?"

I stop in my tracks and turn to face him,

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Them! All of them looking at you. One of which lives right next door. You fuck him yet? Is that why he's trying so hard to be my friend with that condescending, shit eating grin?"

"You're drunk and I'm going to bed. I already said I was sorry for my tits being on full display. What do you want me to do? Get a reduction?"

He brought his glass to his lips once more and raised his eyebrows.

"Fuck. You." I turned back around to stomp up the stairs to decompress. I take off my jewelry and shawl before unzipping the gown I'm in.

I walk in the bathroom and turn on the water. I go under the sink grabbing my favorite body wash and take a much needed shower. When I exit I see Colby undressing at the dresser, facing the mirror.

I know he didn't mean it in the slightest, but I'm still upset about what he suggested about my breast size so I decide to put on a show for someone who enjoys them in all their glory. Still in my towel, I saunter over to my side of the dresser and grab my favorite body lotion.

In that time, I notice Joseph's office light is on and the blinds are cracked. I walk over to our curtains and open them before sitting on the bed.

To anyone else, it looked like I wanted to let the city lights in, but he knew. They both did. Colby eyed me in the mirror before looking out the window.

Without a single word, he drags me along out to our balcony where the cool air heats up. He bends me over the balcony and slaps my ass. Colby pulls down my panties and inserts himself into me.

He grabs my neck and forces me to arch my back as he pounds into me.

"What's my name?"

"Dick."

He grabs my hair, “What’s my name, Y/N?”

“Daddy.” I whimper

“I can’t hear you, princess,” my body shudders and my pussy gets wetter as his grip tightens around my neck.

“Daddy!” I scream out.

“That’s right. Who else makes you feel this good? Hmmm? Tell me.”

I move my arm back to try to slow him down a bit, but he moves it away. I stand up straight and Colby wraps his free arm around my waist pushing his dick further up into me. My eyes roll the back of my head. He moves to my ear and I can hear his heavy breathing,

“Answer me”

“You, Colby! Fuck I’m gonna cum!" My vision starts to go dark and he chuckles,

“No you’re not, Baby. You’re gonna hold it like a good girl.” I whine at his words and dig my nails into his tensed muscular thigh.

He exits me and jacks off, letting my cum drip over off his tip. His head falls back at the sensation before making his next command,

“On the chair ass up” I go over to the chair and place my hands on the arm rests. He smacks my ass and I moan. My legs shake as I bite my lip. I feel Colby enter me again this time a little slower. Making me feel the length of his pulsating cock.

He gives that first good thrust, having my ass bounce back on him which only prompts him to smack it more.

“Daddy that feels so good” I stand on my tippy toes and arch my back further down.

“Bounce on me baby” I begin meeting his thrusts. He slips out of me, but immediately puts it back in getting my closer to my orgasm.

“Fuck you’re so sexy,” he plays with my clit making me shake.

“Can I please cum daddy please.”

“Hold it” he demands. He pounds harder and my eyesight gets weaker.

“Ugh daddy please” my body rattles and Colby cums balls deep in me. I can’t hold it anymore and I squirt over our feet, inevitably pushing him out. I scream out his name when he flicks his still hard cock over my soaking clit, dragging out the streams of ecstasy. I see Joseph's lights go off, but I don't care. I feel lips press to my shoulder blade with a slight bite and chuckle. Colby knows he won.

“That’s it, baby. I want it all over me," he smirks before sinking to his knees and lapping me up with licks and slurps. He stands back up and spins me around to make me taste myself. To my surprise, he spits the mixture of our cum into my mouth with the darkest eyes I've seen.

My knees go weak and I moan into his mouth. His hand wraps around my throat one more time,

“You’re mine don’t forget that," he says. Leaving me naked and spent out in the crisp Summer night.

a/n: there is a sentence that says Joseph is into women who are at the end of adolescence and and i just wanted to hat it noted that adolescence doesn't end until 24 years old

They just want to take EVERYTHING!!!!!

they want to take everything away from us