Livinia Charlotte Berenguer

I Look like ice, but burn like fire


Livinia. 19 years old. Human. Everyone calls me Liv - thank God. Newbie in Mystic. Not as strong as I could be, not as weak as I appear.

"Kindness in words creates confidence. Kindness in thinking creates profoundness. Kindness in giving creates love."

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#eli #eli joseph

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#006: kol #c: kol #nsfw

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Yet she did not cease moving, riding him, prolonging their pleasure and though weak, he mindlessly answered every thrust tiredly, went limp as at last she laid on his chest. The grip he’d held on the bed was lax, his features boyish once more with their relaxed state, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. Yet nothing could clear his mind, and he wanted nothing of that very sort. It was an effort, but such a rewarding one, that a weak hand could lift if just to trail down her back lazily.

Such an apt word, too. Everything of him was content. The fever in his mind that occasionally sprang free, the pain of memories. Muscles like water, skin gleaming with sweat. It ought to have been startling, to be in such a state of bliss like this. Yet he was not afraid, for she had brought him this way so many times before and he loved it as completely, as openly as he loved her.

A quiet moan as she kissed his weak point, tugged his ear, and spoke, one for each. Gathering the strength to speak, Kol merely sighed. “If you do.. it shall only be around me,” he rasped and skimmed fingers through her hair, arching a brow at her before smiling again. “Christ, you were ravenous.”

With the light strokes given to her back, Liv felt herself melting further into the Original’s frame, soon allowing her temple to rest upon his shoulder. Tired - beyond that, she found it required a ridiculous amount of strength to simply trail her fingertips along Kol’s chest, designing patterns that made no sense. She simply wished to feel him beneath her fingertips.

A chuckle - evidently one which lacked her usual volume as she was currently recovering, was produced at his statement. “Mnm, yeah, alcohol makes it easier for me to be less” like the former Liv who was demanded to act as though she were not a mere teenager? “uptight.” Better selection of words.

However, Kol’s earlier words were playing with her brain and, as soon as she found the energy to do so, the brunette lifted her head, gaze meeting his. “Only around you,” she repeated and would have frowned if she could be bothered, but soon after smiled instead. “What if I suggested you and I go to a club?” Her teeth pulled Kol’s swollen lip. “I’m sure they possess discreet, dark little corners. But we would not be necessarily alone. Would you be opposed?” Much too slowly, her lips traveled along his rather strong jawline. “I’m certain your refined taste allows you to enjoy the thrill of getting caught.”

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How about you take your sweetener and shove it.

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#003: kol #c: kol #nsfw

"Wait, come ba-"

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Kol sprinted after the bunny, one not meant to be seen by his beloved quite yet and growled when he smacked into a wall, staggering back with stars now in his vision. Fucking sodding hell. Shaking his head to clear vision, the original hurried towards the hopping bunny and hoped Livinia hadn’t noticed the surprise present yet.

Summer proved to be a far better time of year than the remaining months that had passed. Liv had more time to spend with Kol who, for once, did not have to bribe her into remaining in bed, seen as her summer job only required five hours of her afternoon. However, seen as she’d entered early that day, she was permitted to return home early. But it was not Kol who greeted her upon her arrival.

The brunette had barely closed the door behind her when a rabbit- wait, rabbit? Aw. She couldn’t help but smile as she studied him, running the back of her fingers to his fur until the animal nuzzled into her palm while growing progressively lazier. 

"Kol!" Did she sound stern? Good. She wanted to cause him a little fright. 

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Bunnies object to studying because it takes time away from bunnies.

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#bunny #thumper

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#006: kol #c: kol #nsfw

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Livinia could not recall a time in which Kol Mikaelson had been so… incoherent, incapable of finishing or even formulating sentences. Words… he blurted those out, and yet she understood exactly what it was he was seeking, pleading for with such desperation. Often it was she who begged and struggled to cope with the sensations he could inflict upon her petite body. Long after he had succumbed and fell back on her bed, the brunette’s hips continued their rocking motions, sure to stretch out the after-waves of both their orgasms until pleasure was replaced with satisfaction.

Generally speaking, this would have been simply the beginning of a long night to come but alcohol seemed to subside the cravings she reserved for Kol. Or perhaps she had simply been so restless, she had claimed all that she needed and sated herself. Hopefully Kol as well. However, judging by the Original’s current state… she had done well.

Liv was still smiling as she pressed lips to his chest, brushed them against his neck, lingering at his pulse point before kissing the place he loved most: below his ear. “I don’t think you’ve ever been reduced to such a state,” she mocked lightly, teeth capturing his earlobe and tugging light. The brunette pulled back, smiled gently as her finger brushed damp locks from his forehead, lips finding his and touching briefly. “Don’t let me drink any time soon,” the girl asked, already feeling a headache creeping up on her.

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How about you take your sweetener and shove it.

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#003: kol #c: kol #nsfw