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klausysworld · 9 months

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Can we please get more little Klaus with his mommy being clingy?

Little Behaviour

My fingers ran through Klaus’s curls as he slept with his head on my chest, face basically between my boobs as he breathed slowly. He nuzzled closer and mumbled in his sleep making me smile and kiss the top of his head. I glanced toward the closed curtains, a small gap allowing a steam of light into the room and over his body. His hair appeared more golden in the sunrise and I wished he would open his eyes so I could see the way the blue would shine against the light.

I shifted his face to the side, the sunlight making his plump lips appear redder and the little freckles that dusted the tops of his cheeks and nose were more visible. His lashes looked much longer and darker against his pale cheeks and my fingertip gently followed the slope of his nose and the little curve on the end making his face scrunch up and his face to hide back in-between my breasts.

I brought both hands to the back of his head, working my fingers against his scalp tenderly, moving them forward towards his hairline and around the crown of his head before being gentler around his temples. I moved them down to his ears and caressed them lightly before moving back round to the nape of his neck and repeating my actions. By the start of the third time round he was breathing much heavier against my chest, throaty moans leaving his parted lips when I rubbed certain spots.

I felt his lashes flutter against my skin as he pressed his open mouth to the valley of my breasts in a small kiss. This time when my hands went through his hair he was much more responsive and once I had finished he raised his head so his chin rest on my chest to look up at me. His lips pulled into a lazy smile and I beamed back at him.

“Good morning” he mumbled, a gruff edge to his voice.

“Did you sleep good Bunny?” I asked with a hum as I pushed his curls back, exposing his forehead and making him frown and push it back down as he nodded.

“Mmhm, did you?” He replied with a yawn and I nodded back at him. His eyes closed with eat time my hand brushed his hair back and another stretched out yawn left him. I twirled a lock of his hair, pulling it down by his eye and watching it spring back up.

“You’re so pretty” I whispered and his cheeks pinkened. He lowered his head back down to my chest making me chuckle “so adorable…like a little baby bunny” I whispered teasingly and he groaned

“Stopp” he whined, trying to his embarrassed blush against my chest so I moved against the mattress so my boobs would bounce against his face making him moan softly and muzzle between them. I laughed as his head shook side to side and he moved down lower. We both just slept naked usually, it was never worth putting the clothes on and he needed the skin on skin to calm him down.

I pulled the duvet back to watch his face pressed to them as his hands came up to grab each tit and squish himself between them. “Having fun Bun?” I hummed as his eyes looked up to mine. He growled softly making me raise a brow and get a hold of his chin, lifting his face and pushing myself up into a sitting position with him between my legs.

He kept staring at my breasts even once his head was level with mine and I chuckled again. He glanced to my eyes, his round and needy as he leaned closer, “please?” he whispered with a persuasive smile.

“You have ten minutes, then I have to go okay? I have work today and I won’t be home till later, but back for dinner, I promise.” I told him and he immediately drowned

“No” he stated stubbornly “no work, quit, stay home with me please” he nodded and wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Niklaus-“

“Bunny” he whined and I smiled

“I thought you didn’t like when I called you Bunny?” I questioned with a taunting tone and his lips pouted

“I got…accustomed to it” he flashed a grin. “Now…about this job…”

“I like my job, I have to go” I murmured and kissed his nose hoping it would be enough but his eyes only got glossier

“Please don’t leave” he whispered and I sighed softly

“Bunny…”

“I’ll do anything” he promised “I’ll leave your boobies alone” he smiled cheekily and I laughed

“Oh my boobies?” I teased and he nodded with a growing grin, his bright teeth on display.

“I’ll be good” he nods and I hum

“Perhaps I can have one sick day, just one!”

“Yes!” He whisper yelled and then frowned and glanced to my breasts “but…I don’t wanna leave them alone” he pouted and I rolled my eyes playfully.

“Go on then, but you have to behave the rest of the day”

“I will, promise.” He quickly agreed before his lips were latched onto a nipple and sucking greedily making me hiss

“Nik, gently. It’s morning remember” I murmured and he slowed down, usually by the evening they were erect and ready for his desperate mouth, unless he had on in his mouth in the night then they weren’t ready for him when I first woke. The majority of our days together consisted of me trying to do everyday tasks and him seeing what positions he could get into to ensure my tit remained within his tongues reach.

His eyes locked in mine as he suckled away eagerly and his hands kneaded at my chest like a kitten would a blanket. My hand went back to the top of his head, my nails gently scratching at his scalp making his eyes roll back and close and his teeth nipped and pulled at me.

“So needy and you just woke up” I murmured and he whined.

He was always so soft in the mornings, before anything or one had ruined his mood and wound him up. It was his most submissive state unless I had managed to keep him calm later on and of course once the clothes were off and we were between the sheets he was ready to do just about anything I said. Not that I stopped him from being dominant, he had his turns but he always ended up wanting to be looked after the next time anyways, it just worked best for us and made him feel more loved. I just hoped that today he would stay relaxed and little throughout the rest of the day.

That was another thing about him. He had taken to being little. It was a recent development, despite our relationship having lasted a few years now. It began small, him accidentally calling me Mommy and me doing slightly unnecessary things for him, like helping him dress and cutting his food. Then it got more serious and he got more emotional, then the embarrassment would kick in so we did a ton of research so he knew that what he was feeling wasn’t a bad thing and that other people had our relationship dynamic too. It shocked him but comforted him at the same time, he was glad to see the world evolving.

But he was very self conscious of his little behaviour. The high display of emotions and the lack of control he seemed to have when he slipped. So he tried his best to avoid it but he also knows that I love when he’s so dependent and baby so he lets go if he can.

He seemed to know that now was a good time as he switched boobs and squeezed the other. His obsession with my breasts ran deep, his eyes were always drawn there with or without his consent. Head liked to rest on them and hands seemed to cup them whenever he could. And when he was particularly subby and small, he loved to have them in his mouth like a baby.

And I never complained, well not unless we were out in public and he was sat there squeezing one and I had to remind him of the eyes around us.

But times like this especially, I didn’t have any desire to stop him. I encouraged him with soft words of encouragement making him moan a quiet “Mommy” as he nuzzled closer.

Once he was finished and had sunk his fangs into each breast before cleaning them up and healing me, we went downstairs for brunch. I poured him his milk and cooked him his bacon and pancakes. His eyes on my tits as he tipped the milk into his mouth making me raise my brows at him but his attention wasn’t exactly on my face to acknowledge my expression. A few times now he had begged me to have squirty cream on my boobs for him to lick up during our time together.

He wasn’t very good at hiding his desires and it was easy to lure it out of him if he did try to hide them. It’s how the whole breast obsession came to terms, I had to entice him more and more until he snapped and couldn’t stop himself from wrapping his lips around one.

One small issue was now it was hard to get him off, ever. For instance, the second he finished his food, he was tugging me to the couch so he could shove his face between my boobs and moan like the needy animal he was.

My Bunny, I called him. Originally because I knew it would piss him off, being compared to something so sweet, fluffy and innocent. Then because he liked to fuck a lot, breed like bunnies, and then because it just stuck. He was my breedable, sweet little bunny. And I knew he loved it, whether he would admit to it or not. He wanted to be my baby bunny.

I smiled at the thought and messed with his curls to fluff it out. “You aren’t even watching the film” I murmured with a smile as I watched his eyes rise to mine with a mischievous glint before blunt teeth were tugging at the skin of my breast making me grunt. “Nik” I groaned and he smirked up at me. “You said you’d be good” I mumbled

“I’m needy, mommy” he whimpered

“You’re clingy” I corrected and he grinned

“Only for you”

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fandoms--fluff · 11 months

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Sub Kol Mikaelson headcannons

At the start of your guys' relationship, he tried to be the dominant one and it worked for only a short time before it became clear to you that he was submissive

Though you already had a clue, I mean come on, the poor boy has been basically alone and pushed to the side for a better part of a thousand years

You need to give him so many praises, and not just in the bedroom, he needs it more than he lets on

He's extremely touch starved

He loves anything to do with your boobies (as he calls them on a day-to-day basis), having one in his mouth, holding them, playing with them, nuzzling his face into them, you name it

Will just bury his face into your boobs while half his body is on you, and will pout when you guys have to get up

He absolutely loves it when you guys have skin to skin contact. Whether that be just holding hands or being naked and cuddled up on your bare chest or stomach

You introduce him to the book Peter Pan by reading it to him every night and by the end of the book he has more than a few words to pick with how Peter acts toward the poor fairies

^he always turns down liking fairies, but you know for a fact he loves them. (You may or may not have caught him watching the pirate fairy while you came back early from shopping with Rebekah)

In public, he may seem like the dominant one in your relationship, but once behind closed doors, it's the complete opposite

He loves it whenever you stand up for him against his family, knowing that someone cares about him that much to argue with the older original vampires while most people would quiver in fear about even thinking of saying the things you've said to Elijah and Klaus

He secretly loves it when you baby him...Like seriously 🤨, poor baby didn't exactly have a good childhood and then being basically by himself over a thousand years except when his siblings daggered him

Will immediately cuddle into you as soon when you sit on the couch or bed

He has the energy of a golden retriever when he's really excited and will quite literally not stop moving until he passes out on your lap

Holding him as he cries when he wakes up from nightmares while he clings to you and nuzzles his face into your chest

He loves playing games with your guys' hands, off in his own world as you watch him have a cute concentrated look

Wants to cuddle with you all day

He tries to make you breakfast in bed for your birthday, but by the end, you banned him from ever using the kitchen without supervision first

^after getting rid of the flames and mess, you decided to just hold him tightly in your arms - that way he couldn't escape without your knowledge

When he gets really subby, you hold him close and kiss his forehead, babying him while you guys stay together the entire day

He flashes his puppy dog eyes when you have to leave or to join you in the shower

His siblings at one point caught you guys cuddling on the couch, with his body basically on top of yours, and his head nuzzled into your neck

Elijah, Freya, and Rebekah let it be, knowing that their brother is happy with someone. Klaus on the other hand got multiple paintbrushes thrown at him by you, for teasing Kol about it

When you were painting your nails one time, he asked you to also paint his light green. his smile was so big, seeing how his nails also now looked pretty too

Loves it when you suck lovebites onto his neck, but then pouts when they disappear from the fast healing

#headcannons #kol mikaelson #kol mikaelson x reader #kol mikaelson x female reader #cute kol mikaelson #sub kol mikaelson #subby kol mikaelson #vampire reader #rebekah mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #freya mikaelson #theoriginals #thevampirediaries #fluff

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buckybarnesb-tch · 6 months

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Would you write another sub Klaus story where he is obsessed with having his face between the readers thighs?

It’s okay if not 🫶

Needy Little Boy-Klaus M.

Klaus had always been good at eating me out.

Good isn’t the right word, he was a God when it came to eating pussy, but once he began really allowing himself to descend fully into his headspace and be the Submissive boy he was meant to be, he became obsessed with shoving his face between my legs.

I was honestly a bit embarrassed about it at first as he was so persistent about doing it multiple times a day and not just in the evening when we escaped his family for our alone times. He found it completely crazy that I was embarrassed, confused as to why it was something to worry about at all

‘I wanna make my Mommy feel good, why is that wrong?’ He asked, pouting in a cute way that only Klaus could with those adorable chubby lips that I love so much.

‘It’s not wrong baby boy, Mommy’s just never had someone want to do that for me, let alone as often as you do. It’s just something to get accustomed to is all.’ I explained but he didn’t look like he understood.

‘Then other men are stupid, I want to make my Mommy cum on my tongue. You taste like Heaven and I love how your legs shake around my head, and how you pull my hair so good and the noises you make for me. I want you to put me on my knees all the time…’ he clearly loved being on his knees for me and it’s honestly not something I can in any way be upset about. He worked his way out of his seat slowly as if I wouldn’t notice if he didn’t move too fast, ending up in front of me again, laying his head on my thigh and waiting for my permission, knowing he’s not allowed to play with either himself or me without my permission. ‘Please Mommy?’

He always wanted it, like my clit was a substitute for a pacifier when he wasn’t in the mood for one and it was actually a sexy thought.

The reason we needed to have a rule that he can’t touch me without permission only came about because he couldn’t seem to keep himself from eating me out at times he should be doing other things, such as sleeping.

I was awoken to the feeling of a nearly painful orgasm ripping through my abdomen and as my eyes opened I quickly realized how overstimulated I was, my clit swollen and sore as I looked down, still half asleep, to see my Little Wolf crouched on the bed with my thighs on his shoulders as he laid on his stomach, feet hanging off the end of the bed with his tongue lapping up my cunt like his life depended on it. He was making the most obscene noises I had ever heard and I was torn between wanting to fuck him and wanting to spank him as I realized it was 2:43 in the morning.

‘Niklaus!’ I shouted and he gasped, jumping in fright as he looked up with a guilty expression on his face, a face that was soaked in my slick. ‘What do you think you’re doing?’ I questioned, reaching down and grabbing him by the hair, pulling him up to force him to crawl back to me.

‘I was making Mommy feel better-‘

‘I felt fine, I was sleeping.’ I spoke with a deadpanned expression.

‘No! No, you were wet and needy, I felt you grinding on my leg in your sleep so I made you feel better…3 times.’ I nodded slowly, taking in what he was saying before deciding on what to do, actually shocked that he was able to make me cum 3 times without me waking up.

‘Okay. I want to say that was a nice thing to do-‘ he nodded frantically but I shook my head back at him. ‘-except I can’t because it was completely self serving and you did it because you wanted to. I’m sad that I have to do this, because I actually enjoy the mornings I get to wake up with your sweet lips on me, but from now on you are no longer allowed to touch Mommy unless she says you can.’ His eyes went wide and he looked ready to explode.

‘Not Fair! I should be allowed to make my Mommy feel good whenever I want-‘

‘And you were allowed, but now you’re not because you took advantage of it, doing it while my baby boy should be getting a good nights sleep, and instead of taking care of me nicely once, you continued to do it until I became sore.’ He was about to argue again but his lips smacked shut when he took in the last part of what I said.

‘I made you sore?’ It wasn’t a big deal at all but Nik always hated causing me any kind of pain and I was happy to milk it this time.

‘Yes you did, Mommy’s pussy is sore and it’s because you are a greedy little boy.’ He whimpered, quickly moving to wrap his arms around me and snuggling into my neck.

‘I’m sorry Mommy, didn’t mean to make you hurt-‘

‘Calm down Nikky, I’m fine. You however, need to learn self control. From now on if you want to touch Mommy you need to ask.’ He pulled back, a desperate, upset look in his face.

‘I need to ask whenever I want to hug you?!’ I quickly shook my head in response to that.

‘Of course not Little Prince, only when you want to touch Mommy’s special places. You can hug me whenever you want, I would never make a rule against your snuggle time. That would be abuse, not discipline. My baby boy gets snuggle time whenever he wants, no matter what kind of punishment you’re enduring. Now, it’s time to go back to sleep, come here and snuggle Mommy like a good boy.’ He did as I said, me pulling the blankets up over us as he wrapped his larger body around mine like a weed.

‘Mommy?’ He mumbled and I hummed. ‘Can I suck?’ He asked and I hesitated, wanting to make it seem like I was considering saying “no” before smiling and pulling him closer. He tucked his head under my shirt and wrapped his lips around my nipple, content with his head residing under my shirt as it somehow made him feel more secure.

I couldn’t dislike how much he loved eating me out, especially because he was so incredibly good at it. He would have his mouth on me 24/7 if it was possible and even though I often turned him down (usually at public events when he tried to sneak me away) he was always ready to ask again.

Since becoming the little Sub that I knew Klaus was he had become a needy little slut right along with it and I adored that about him, and I would never wish it different.

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aklaustaleteller · 2 days

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Might Fancy You

Y/n went from fearing Klaus, to studying in his studio, to then throwing Shakespeare insults at him while chasing after him to put paint on him; he'd started it. But what happens when she ignores his one warning and he has her cornered in a flash?

Warnings - few mentions of blood and some kissing.

Word Count - 1.8k

I told you I'll have part two out in two days and here it is! You can read part one here, and well, I hope you enjoy both the parts!

“And you are?” Elijah asked the girl standing in the doorway of the mansion, clutching onto so many things that he worried all of it was going to fall out of her trembling hands any time now.

“Um, I’m here to meet Klaus?” She said, an awkward smile pulling up the corners of her mouth. “He’s helping me with an art project,” she continued when the original didn’t say anything.

But he did raise an eyebrow at that, making her even more nervous and bunch up her shoulders in a defensive shrug. “You know what? I’ll just leave,” her voice made a few tumbles as she turned around and began walking out the door she’d just come in. Her guard was high up because she had no reason to believe that this vampire wasn’t going to drain her of blood then and there for stepping onto his property without any permission.

“Y/n!” She heard a voice call out and she flinched, her heart trying to make up for the missed beat and speeding up as a result.

“Y- yes?” She stuttered, slowly turning to face him, fearing what’s to come. How stupid had she been to ask a goddamn original to help her out with some- some school work!

“What did you say to her, Elijah?” Klaus glared at his brother on seeing his new friend so shaken up.

Elijah only turned towards him in a slight confused daze. “I simply asked her who she was,” he said, walking away from the scene to probably his reading chair, leaving as nonchalantly as he could’ve killed her.

A smile creeped up on Klaus’ mouth, a chuckle rumbling inside his chest at how easily she’d been frightened. It was almost bordering on endearing.

“C’mon love, follow me,” he urged her as he walked up the stairs, coming to halt when he didn’t hear her move. “Y/n?” he called her, looking back at her from midway up the stairs. and coming to a realisation that she might genuinely be scared of him.

“I think I’ll go,” she said, looking very close to passing out. “Forget I asked you for anything.” She didn’t even look him in the eyes and turned back around to leave and get away from this mansion as fast as she could.

But of course, Klaus stood in front of her just as she turned, almost sending her heart flying out of her mouth. It was strange, to witness this completely new side of the girl who ferociously bit right back at him the most creative insults he’d ever heard in his long life.

“Why are you so suddenly terrified of me?” Klaus asked, his face creasing in confusion as his eyes showed her specks of hurt that could very well just be the mossy-green of his eyes deceiving her. “What happened?”

“I- I don’t know maybe the sense that you’re an original who could rip me to shreds or drain me of all my blood right here,” she stopped herself like she’d done something insanely stupid and – ”finally knocked at my brain,” she trailed off very softly, almost as if cautious of making him angry.

“Y/n- love, you know I’d never do that,” he mumbled, cupping her face and almost flinching when she went stiff. “I mean I could do that but I never would!” he reframed his sentence when she narrowed her eyes, for some reason, desperate that she understood him.

“What do I have to believe you wouldn’t?”

“Because I do not have any reason to,” Klaus reassured her, not saying that maybe because he fancied her a little, just because this wasn’t the ideal moment for a confession like that.

Y/n didn’t say anything at that. Standing still and looking into his eyes, searching his face for any signs of underlying betrayal but she didn’t find any – not that she expected to, he is a thousand years old after all, surely he’d know how to disguise his motives.

And yet, when Klaus grasped her arm and led her up the stairs, she let him.

“I see you brought all of your stuff,” Klaus chuckled, trying to lighten up the mood as he took a million things out of her hold, placing it all on the rug and smiling when he saw her setting up the canvas for him. He could get used to this very easily.

“I did, it’s my work you are doing after all,” she said softly, slowly coming out of her shell. “I didn’t want you to waste your supplies on it,” she continued.

“I wouldn’t say this is wasting anything,” Klaus proposed, thinking that maybe this would be the topic for their discussion today, slight banter even?

“I wouldn’t either,” she agreed with him, catching him a little off guard. “But the school people will tear this apart and throw it in the trash before I could ever get to it.”

Klaus shook his head at that, preparing the paints and the brushes. “And why would you want to get to it?”

Y/n had managed to make herself comfortable on the floor a couple feet away from him, her papers already scattered on the floor of his studio, and Klaus only hoped that they could do this more often after this day.

“Well, I wouldn’t want it go to waste… you see? Maybe hang it somewhere in my house when it’s purpose in school is served,” she shrugged nonchalantly, taking the cap off of a pen by her mouth and Klaus wanted nothing more than to rush over to her and cup her face to kiss her.

Which reminded him that she was quite fastly transitioning back to her usual self around him. He smiled at that, the scary thrill in his heart that had come at the thought of her fearing him slowly fading away.

Neither of them said anything after that, getting to their individual works in silence. The soft sounds of Klaus’ brush against the canvas, mixing colours on his palette and rinsing the brush rid of the previous colours filled the room along with sounds of Y/n flipping her book, turning the pages in notebooks and changing pens.

The sun peeked in through the windows, the lighting constantly changing as the clouds drifted calmly through the sky.

While painting, Klaus began to worry about this girl who was so engrossed in her homework that she hadn’t moved once. He worried that she’d gotten so serious and quaint that she might just tumble into sadness. All that to say, he missed her laugh a little as well.

He tuned to just look at her while he was sure that she was unaware. Her hair was tied up, circular glasses that had a coppery rim slipping lower and lower on the bridge of her nose until she had to fix them. She looked cute, Klaus caught himself thinking.

Her lips were resting in a faint pout as she focused, her fingers picking at them while she jottled down something in her notebook with her free hand. His hand ached to trace its fingers over the highs and the lows of her face. The little frown that had formed inbetween her eyebrows made her look all the more cute and Klaus found himself walking over to her, his feet functioning on a mind of their own.

He bent down to come face-to-face with her as she was sitting, and he almost cooed at the fact that she still hadn't quite registered the close proximity at which he was in front of her. Raising up his hand, he booped her nose – getting the very reaction he was hoping for.

She looked up at that, slightly startled, only to catch Klaus’ eyes widening a little themselves.

“Why did you do that?”

“Uh, because there was something…” he panicked, his eyes frozen on the spot he had gotten yellow paint on her nose. “I removed it though, don’t you fret,” he smiled, brushing over his pants as he began to stand up straight.

But she passed him a glare then, clutching the bottom of his henley to stop him. “Klaus,” she began. “Did you remove something or put something there?”

He shrugged at that, focusing back on the canvas and out of the corner of his eyes, he saw her getting up.

“Klaus.” She said his name with an underlying warning. She brushed her own finger over the very spot he had touched, and saw the paint.

“Everyone’s entitled to act stupid once a while, but you really abuse the privilege,” she was walking closer to him and Klaus knew exactly what was about to commence, making him cover his head with his arms when she pressed her hand against the paint on the palette.

He howled with laughter when she dragged her hands across his neck, twisting and turning to get away from her. Still laughing at the insult she threw at him because it was a bloody good one, Klaus swiped his finger across her collarbone, earning a whine from her as she began chasing him around the studio.

Stopping to catch her breath, she began shouting at him – “thou crusty batch of nature!” But laughter slipped past both of their mouths before they could even contemplate what she’d just said.

“No way you just threw a Shakespearree insult at me,” Klaus laughed, standing on the complete other side of the room, opposite to her.

He feigned a growl when she began walking towards him, red paint almost drying on her palms. “Take another step, and I can’t be held responsible for my actions,” Klaus whispered loud enough for her to hear.

And she ignored his warning, just like he was hoping she would. Watching her creep up closer and closer to him, Klaus felt a smirk pull up a corner of his lips.

In a flash, Klaus had her pinned against a wall, her wrists held above her head in his hands. His face tilted to the side lightly, his eyes focused on her mouth as he felt her gaze on him heating up her skin. She tipped her chin forward, her lips not quite meeting his’, making him close the gap between them and connect their lips.

Lips moving in a perfect sync, Klaus brought one of his hands down to snake it around her waist, her mouth opening with a gasp at the sensation and giving him the chance to kiss her further. The back of her head met with the wall behind her as they kissed with a passion that felt too heated.

Detaching their mouths, both of them took in heaves of breath, Klaus pecking her lips once more before releasing her wrists. She was looking into his eyes, searching them for something and Klaus couldn’t help but smile at her, her lips very lightly swollen, looking like they’d just been kissed.

“Think I might fancy you a tad,” he grinned, laughing out loud when she grabbed his face to kiss him again, making him lose his balance only for a second before he was cupping her face ever so gently.

"Never realised I wanted to hear you say it so much,” she let slip a breathy chuckle, looking into his eyes before kissing his lips once more. Lord, it was addictive – he was addictive.

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theblackcatwitch5 · 12 days

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“Are you mad?”

“No”

“So sharpening knives at 2 am is just a hobby?”

“It’s soothing?” 🤷🏼‍♀️

#quotes #sam golbach x reader smut #sub klaus mikaelson smut #kol mikaelson imagine #sub mike schmidt #sub kol mikaelson smut #percy jackson fluff #sub matt sturniolo smut #percy jackson smut #rafe cameron fluff #henry hart x reader

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klaustopia · 1 year

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YOU GET ME SO HIGH

(sub k.m moodboard)

for @mikaelsonslut01 💝

#klaus mikaelson #joseph morgan #tvd #the originals #the vampire diaries #klaus edits #klaus is…#joey recs #edits #klaus mikaleson imagine #klaus mikaelson edits #sub klaus #moodboard #aesthetic

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theblackcatwitch4 · 1 month

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what’s up my loves please follow my Wattpad feel free to request smut fluff, angst, whatever it is

Go crazy send as many requests as possible and go into the most detail

feel free to message me on Wattpad or request on here

I only have Riverdale imagines up right now, but as soon as I start getting more requests, all kinds of stories will be up

If you guys want me to post on here as well, let me know because I will happily do that

I mostly only write x reader

I can write like multiple characters, as long as there’s like an X reader involved

the main fandoms that I write for :

Criminal mind

Bones

Riverdale

Grey’s Anatomy

Supernatural

The vampire diaries

The originals

Legacies

Shameless

Scream (the slasher movie)

Teen Wolf

Outer Banks

Riverdale

The 100

13 reasons why

Chilling adventures of Sabrina

Surviving summer

Cobra Kai

Henry danger

Matt and Chris sturniolo

Sam Golbach

Colby Brock

Nate hardy

If there’s a different TV show that you want me to write for or a different character than one of the actors from one of these shows have played

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tyler-is-hot · 1 year

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that one scene where Stefan pulls Klaus towards him and whispers in his ear…yall that was fruity asf

#cant tell me klaus isnt a secret sub #like #tell me im wrong #u cant #klefan #the originals #tvd #tvdu #klaus mikaelson #niklaus mikaelson #stefan x klaus #stefan salvatore

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readerthatreadsss · 9 months

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hello you can make headcanons about yandere soft elijah mikaelson x fem human reader, where he has several yandere traits but to his lover he is a softie.

Alright anon, I GOTCHU.

Please don't be afraid to let me know how I did cause this is not only my first headcanon post but also my first Yandere one :)

Soft yandere!Elijah Mikaelson headcanons

Warnings: Starts off pretty calm but ends a little smutty so minors beware, sub!reader, yandere themes (possessiveness, manipulation, overprotective behavior, compulsion, mild obsession, denial of said obsession, unhealthy relationship tendencies, etc), breeding kink and edging mentioned, also more nsfw themes...

His siblings and enemies consider him to be noble, but when it comes to you? This man is everything but that.

Jealous, paranoid, overprotective? Yeah, that's Elijah.

The first time he met you had been under less than ideal circumstances but he couldn't help but take immediate note of how beautiful and strong you were. You helped the Salvatores to dagger him but that was quickly forgiven once you helped Elena undagger him a short time after. It was then that he saw that not only were you beautiful but you also had a good heart and were protective of the ones you loved, which was more than he could say for most of his past lovers, so he immediately set his sights on you.

Elijah needs to know where you are and what you're doing constantly or he stops functioning. Like he'll be more irritable than usual, snapping at his siblings, more aggressive with the men he's hired to watch you on the very few occasions when he can't, etc.

Most times he's following you with a small notebook where he writes down new things that he learns about you every day...though after enough time he's convinced that there's nothing about you that he doesn't know.

He saw you smiling at Damon for too long while watching you outside the Mystic Grill (without your knowledge) slashed Damon's car tires and ripped out his steering wheel.

His siblings tease him about his obsession with you and he denies it every time. "This isn't an obsession. I've simply taken a keen interest in her," he'll say.

Elijah takes note of your body language. And that's not just general things like how you struggle to hold eye contact with most people you talk to, or how you lick your lips and clench your jaw when you're frustrated. No, Elijah sees the smallest of habits that you don't even realize that you do on the regular.

He also knows your scent better than he knows himself. Elijah can actually smell your perfume/shampoo/lotion from a mile away and it actually comforts him the moment it hits his nose. When he's close enough or in a room with you, there are times when your scent becomes so overwhelming that he has to stop whatever he's saying or doing, close his eyes, and deeply inhale it so that he can go back to normal, (or as normal as he can pretend to be)

You are deeply involved in all the supernatural lore in Mystic Falls so you know that you're supposed to hate the Mikaelsons...but something about Elijah catches your attention. You liked how calm and composed he was or appeared to be in comparison to his brothers. Though he did things that sometimes hurt your friends, you could see and even appreciate the reasoning behind why he did them. He was also less impulsive than his brothers and sister in the same manner that you were less impulsive than your friends (the Salvatores, mainly).

You were one of the few people in Mystic Falls to engage in a conversation with Elijah that didn't end in a threat. You even once complimented the suit he was wearing that day and Elijah couldn't stop smiling for the rest of that day.

He has and will never lay a hand on you, even when his siblings demand that it would be strategic to harm you to persuade the Salvatores to do what they want. He actually threw Klaus into a bookshelf for even suggesting the idea.

Elijah sneaks into your house and watches you sleep on numerous occasions, and even though he knows it's wrong, he uses his abilities to force dreams he's had of the two of you together into your head while you sleep. He just wants you to see how good you could be together.

Since he started putting those dreams into your head, he's caught you stealing inquisitive glances at him, even with your friends around.

He hired someone to research your internet patterns and reading/music history and bought first editions of your favorite books/records and mailed them to your house that same week. You had no idea who sent them but the package was tied with a thick string that had a pattern that you could have sworn you saw on Elijah's tie the week before.

Since then you've been more hyperaware of your surroundings on your day-to-day. (You actually almost caught Elijah a few times but he managed to speed away before you could catch sight of him)

Elijah is known to be very patient in comparison to his siblings. This applies to you too. He wants you to see that he's the man that you belong with in your own time. But who says he can't continue to persuade you without brash tactics? So Elijah continues to send gifts, jewelry, and your favorite things to your house.

He saw you sitting at the edge of a creek one night and decided that this would be the one time where he would stop hiding and watching and just show his face. You two had a long conversation that night about the stars, (because he knew you were into astrology and astronomy) and he even told you that both your astrological signs were romantically compatible.

It was a lie and you both knew it but he loved the way it made you blush.

That was the night you two first kissed. It was better than the many many times he's imagined it. You were obviously apprehensive at first and he had to take the lead on it but he was more than happy to do so. You gave him your number and told him that you would be interested in going out with him. He already had your number for weeks before but you didn't know that.

It only took a few dates and late-night picnics for him to convince you to become his.

You noticed small differences in his behavior since you became official; he'd get slightly annoyed whenever he'd text or call and you'd say that you were with the Salvatores but if you were with Elena or any other female friends it was no problem, the deadly glares he'd send men in the street when you walked together and one stared at you for even a second (these men would end up missing dead in a dumpsterthat same night without your knowledge), or the way his grip on your hand would get tighter whenever you mentioned Klaus by name.

Once you started dating he insisted that you needed to live with him. He bought a house just so that the two of you could be alone and away from not only his siblings but the drama of Mystic Falls. You didn't agree at first, but Elijah sent two of his men to your house to fake a home invasion and that scared you right into his arms and your new home.

When you moved in with him, Elijah gave you a new phone and told you it was a housewarming present. It actually had a tracker in it and was connected to his own phone so that he could see every call and text you made. He asks you exactly where you're going whenever you leave the house. And of course, he checks his tracker just to double-check.

The longer you dated, the more violent Elijah got when it came to people who tried to harm you or take you away from him. But he never let you see him harm others, and on the rare occasions when you would, he'd compel you to forget it. He couldn't live with himself if he made you afraid of him.

Some of your family members got worried and upset when they went a whole month without seeing you and Elijah compelled them all to move across the country.

Despite having to do all of these outrageous things to keep you to himself, Elijah had never been happier. You were finally his and he would do anything to not only keep you his but to make you fall for him as deep as he had fallen for you.

He considers turning you because all he wants is to spend the rest of his life with you without worrying about human illness or one of his enemies taking you away from him, but he wants you to ask him to do it. He knows that bloodlust isn't something that everyone can handle and only wants you to be happy.

On nights when you'd get into arguments with your friends about your relationship with Elijah and come home sad and angry, he would hold you in his arms and kiss your head while you cried. He hated seeing you cry and would internally seeth with rage at your friends for making you sad. But he'd always find a way to calmly tell you that if it were up to him you'd never see the Salvatores ever again but he understands your loyalty. (he doesn't. he really doesn't like the Salvatores or how close they are to you.)

NSFW hcs up ahead...

Elijah is a primarily gentle lover by nature. For your first time, it was mostly because he thought he wouldn't get the chance to do it again and wanted to make the most of it while he could. But as you continued dating he was only rough with you when you asked him to be...which was most times.

On these days when you asked him to be rough...he would completely oblige. He would never degrade you but praises would easily fall from his lips while he pounded into you from behind with enough force to leave you limping the next day. "You look so beautiful taking me like this, love."

He gets extra possessive during sex. "No one else can ever make you feel this good, huh gorgeous? Tell me who's making you feel this good." "You're all mine, love. No one knows your body like I do," he'd growl with a hand softly resting around your throat while he drives into you with a finger fiddling with your clit. And Elijah was right. He knew what made you tick and what drove you crazy.

Elijah loves edging you. Like he will spend a whole hour working you with his hands or his mouth to the precipice of your orgasm only to pull away. He'd only indulge you once you were a sobbing, blubbering mess, begging for him to fuck you and let you come for him. You always wanted to be good for him so you'd never come without his permission.

He definitely feeds on you during sex (with your permission ofc). He loves the intimacy of the act and even makes you drink his blood sometimes. But Elijah also just loves the taste of your blood. It's painful every time he does it but you love the look of satisfaction that crosses his eyes once your blood hits his tongue, so you swallow the pain and allow him to do it every once in a while.

He absolutely LOVES leaving hickeys on your body. He would shout it from the highest rooftop that you were his if he could (he wanted to but you begged him not to), so for now, he's settled for leaving those deep red marks on your skin to let others know who you belong to. Once you tried to hide them with a scarf and he snatched the scarf from your neck and ripped it to shreds in front of your face.

Elijah worships your body during sex. He will caress and kiss every part he can get his hands on. He quite literally cannot get enough of you. His favorite parts of your body are your shoulder, your inner thighs, and your stomach.

You moaning or screaming his name drives Elijah FERAL. Actually, just you saying his name is music to his ears regardless of the setting. Your voice can soothe him in an instant or be his undoing in the bedroom.

There was one day that he got caught up in the moment and said, out loud, that he'd murder any man who even thought about seeing you like this. But you were so cockdrunk that you didn't register it.

Lastly. Breeding kink. Need I say more? Actually, I'll say more cause why not. Elijah obviously doesn't need to worry about surprise pregnancies with you but that doesn't stop him from whispering in your ears that he's gonna "fuck a baby into you," or that he "loves filling your womb with his come"

I know this was supposed to be soft yandere...but I feel like it kinda got away from me and strayed into REAL yandere territory so I hope that's okay?

Don't be afraid to comment or reblog and my requests are open! Hope you enjoyed <3

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infictionalwonderland · 11 months

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Hey girl I’ve just seen your Elijah x plus reader post, could you do one for klaus?

klaus mikaelson x plus size reader headcanons:

— warnings, lots of talks of body image, insecurities of weight & appearance, talks of binge eating, KLAUS BEING THE BEST BOYFRIEND!!!

first of all, klaus thinks you’re the most beautiful person to ever walk this earth bro

THE MOST BEAUTIFUL

he adores you so much bby

this man will legit get mad if you mention anything negative about your appearance

“do you think my stomach looks werid in this d—“ “no, my love, it does not. please stop with this utter nonsense, you look as beautiful as you always do. extremely, extremely beautiful.”

“i don’t like the way my arms—“ “little love, if you even think about finishing that sentence with an insult to your heavenly self, i will throw you over my lap and spank your arse raw.”

you finished the sentence

WHENEVER HE BUYS YOU CLOTHES HE ALWAYS BUYS YOU FIGURE COMPLIMENTING THINGS!!

he loves you are ur body an actually obsessive amount 😋😋😋

“why would you even want to hide such beauty?”

LITERAL HEART EYEESSSSSS

when you wear said clothes his whole breathing stops, his eyes widen, he blushes, he stutters

he’s actually a little simp for you icl

ofc if you say to him the clothes that gets you, you won’t wear bc they make you genuinely uncomfortable - he will stop

BUTTTTT continuously tries to convince you bc he genuinely doesn’t understand why you would ever want to hide your body away when it’s so perfect and beautiful

he never oversteps any of this boundaries with you tho!!

if you tell why they make you uncomfortable (i,e they highlight my figure etc) he’ll just be SOOO confused

“that is the point, my love. your body is gorgeous - why would you want to hide it?”

I WOULD DIE

if you ever tell him you’re scared he won’t be able to lift you bc of ur weight or something…

he’s always picking you up, spinning you around, carrying you places, making you sit in his lap even if there’s a chair available to you just to prove you’re being RIDICULOUS

he’s all smirks and dimples as well like ‘you sure about that love’

when or if you decide to open up to him about your binges and cravings - he takes it all very seriously, anything to help his little love!!!

he’ll explain to you how he manages to get over his cravings for blood and try to help you if that’s what you want

BUT HES JUST FULL OF SOOO MUCH REASSURANCE AND LOVE FOR YOU BABE

hes actually the best bf

don’t every try test me on that

he knows that expressions on your face when you start feeling insecure about yourself and your body and immediately he’s there with you and kissing you all over your face, pulling you away from everyone else and whispering compliments

and/or taking the piss out of the people around you to distract you and make you laugh that laugh of yours he loves so much

my man 😋😋😋😋😋

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klausysworld · 9 months

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Firstly I wanna say your stories are amazing, thank u very much for posting ♡♡♡ Well I ve been thinking about a smut with klaus

Reader and him have been dating for long time but they never had sex and she is virgin and really innocent and fears she won't be enough for him, she just guess it would be rough and painful but but he surprises her with so much tenderness

And then maybe a good aftercare if u want to?

Ready

Y/n was beyond nervous.

She knew Klaus, she knew he wouldn’t purposefully harm her or force her into anything but she also knew he was rough by nature.

She knew he had been with thousands of other women and she knew she wouldn’t compare to those of his past.

She didn’t know how to do all the things he probably wanted to do but she also didn’t want to disappoint him.

That was one of her flaws, she never wanted to disappoint anyone and especially not Klaus. He loved her more than she had ever been loved and he had killed for her, protected her wholesale and provided for her like no other. She couldn’t imagine taking this away from him, and she didn’t want him to get bored and find someone else.

Last time they were going to have sex, she panicked at the last second and couldn’t do it. Not that it upset him, he was so very understanding and that almost made it worse because she didn’t know why she was so scared. If not of his disappointment then what?

So she tried to force herself to do it, she figuratively and literally threw herself at him. Eyes closed as she pulled her top off and kissed down his neck while he groaned softly and touched her hair. But the smell of worry rolled off her in waves and he ended up with her curled to his side while he kissed her forehead and put on a movie.

Klaus could see straight through her, she was like glass and he knew it. He knew how easy it would be to break her, scare her and hurt her. But for once in his immortal life, he had no desire to make someone’s life a misery, not her.

So he stopped her going through with something he so desperately wanted, because he knew she wasn’t ready and he wanted her to be comfortable and safe when he took her purity away.

Not that she would ever be anything less than perfect in his eyes, an innocent doe, his angel.

His siblings had made many jokes to him about his lack of sex life, he kept his love away from his family. She knew he was a hybrid and that he had done some truly awful things but he didn’t want them to share the details, he didn’t want to haunt her or terrify her sweet mind. He didn’t want to ruin her positive outlook on the world. But he also wouldn’t take anyone saying a bad word about her so when Kol made a joke that he would warm her up before Klaus could have her, well Kol ended up on the other side of the country. Rebekah asked if this girl was a nun, to which Klaus snapped back at and Elijah brought out the stronger alcohol.

If y/n wanted to wait till marriage then perhaps he would marry her. Yes, after a thousand years settling down with someone as pristine as her would be a dream come true for even the darkest of hearts.

And he told her that, which made her cry but not in disparity of sadness, in disbelief and love. It wasn’t hard for him to decide that she would never see an ounce of pain in her life.

But deep down she didn’t want to wait anymore. She didn’t want to wait until after marriage. What if she was no good for him and he was stuck with her forever? What if he didn’t want to teach her and instead wanted rid of her existence?

She loved him, she knew that. And she knew that he loved her. That should be enough, right? Love is a very powerful emotion and it’s enough to drive a person to do almost anything.

So she told him he was ready, and although he was skeptical, seeing her determined face, he wanted to make her happy. Even if she decided she couldn’t do it again and he was left with a painfully hard cock which he would sort out later.

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Klaus could feel how tense show was beneath him, his mouth was on hers moving quickly as she roughened the kiss. He knew she didn’t really want to kiss him like that but felt she had to, so he pulled away a moment and just cupped her face. Her legs were around his waist as she lay back and he had one hand helping to keep him just above her.

He could feel her shifting against him, her hands pulling him down but not in the need that he wanted her to have.

“Love, it’s okay if you’re not ready” he told her gently but she shook her head

“I am, I promise” she smiled faintly and he sighed softly

“Okay…okay just close your eyes” he instructed and she did.

He pressed his lips to her softly, stopping her from trying to rush it and instead barely moving his mouth against hers. His lips parted and so did hers, their movements getting a little bigger before his tongue slowly slid into her mouth. His hand brushed over her cheek lightly and her hands held onto his neck as she wrapped her tongue around his. Wet sounds filled the air between them as they moved their head more to taste as much of each other as they could.

He kept their faces attached as he began to roll his hips to hers slowly, happy to hear a genuine moan out of her and feel her breathe him in. He pushed her dress up a little so it wasn’t in the way and rubbed himself at her panties, careful not to overwhelm her too soon.

Klaus pulled back from her mouth a moment just to look at her eyes, checking for that fear that usually rest within them. It was still their but much less than normal, lust covering it and love overpowering them both. A soft kiss was given to her again as she moaned for him once more.

He moved backwards a little to look down where he was moving against, pleased with the growing wet patch along her panties which rubbed onto his sweatpants easily.

“See? Feel nice love?” He asked quietly and she nodded with a whine. “Good girl…you just keep relaxing, I’ll take care of you” he murmured softly. He kissed her lips lightly before trailing his way down her neck and back up again. His hands gently pushed her legs back down and had them lay open for him to rest between.

His mouth went back to hers as he tore her panties off of her in one swift movement. She barely noticed the material missing as she eagerly welcomed his tongue back into her mouth, enjoying the dominance he had over her movements. She assumed it was his crotch rubbing against her again when his fingers slipped along her now soaking pussy. He groaned softly into her mouth at the feel of it and couldn’t help but get a finger inside her to feel how tight she would be on his cock.

Klaus wasn’t sure how he would be able to do this without hurting her, but he would sure as he’ll try.

He had only dreamed of her being this tight, her silky walls had such a good hold on his finger as he slowly moved it back and forth. Her back arched and her mouth left his as she moaned out and ground her hips to his hand.

Klaus often wondered what she did usually after they got this far. Did you have to finish herself off like he did? He wasn’t sure anything had been inside her, not even her own fingers, based off of how much she was squeezing him as he pushed another one inside. A little whimper leaving her as her face scrunched at the stretch sting that rippled through her for a moment.

His thumb pressed to her clit and he rubbed slowly, matching the pace with the thrusts of his fingers and watching her cunt tighten around him. The amount of wetness that was dripping from his hand was ridiculous, the sounds produced when he sped up his actions was more than pornographic and her moans only added to it.

He groaned to himself as he took notice of her clit swelling as he rubbed quicker, listening as she called his name and her hands gripped the sheets harshly.

His fingers curled and the cry she let out told him everything he needed to know before he continued the action over and over until she was trembling and shaking with need. A burst of fluid was squirt up at him as she moaned so loud that her throat went sore. His lips pulled into a smirk and and he didn’t hesitate in licking his fingers clean. His eyes rolling closed as he leaned down to press his open mouth to her wetness.

Her hips jolted and legs clamped around his head making him grunt and bury between her thighs in determination. Her hands were straight in his hair, pulling and tugging as his tongue rolled against her and inside her.

“Nik!” She cried over and over making him smirk and suck at her harder, she had only ever called him Klaus so hearing her moan his name which was reserved for certain people made him all that more happier and sure that she was in fact ready.

Her hips ground desperately to his face, her fingers clinging to his curls and tears in her eyes as he devoured her within seconds.

It barely took another minute before her taste was exploding all over his tongue again and he was moaning with her as she filled his every sense.

“Nik” she panted, barely able to focus on anything as he continued to hold her thighs tightly and pull her puffy clit into his hot mouth. Her hands couldn’t let go of his hair, she couldn’t help but keep pulling him closer. No matter how sensitive she felt, how many nerves he was playing with, god she just needed more, “more! Oh more!” She cried and he would never deny her of this, never. He would beg for this to be his last meal, and he treated her as though it was.

After leaving her hanging on the edge of her fifth orgasm, he finally pulled away. Both of them breathing heavily and still moaning or groaning softly.

He crawled back up her now sweaty body and had his lips on hers, tongue fucking her mouth and sharing her delightful taste. At some point during his feast klaus had managed to shred her dress into pieces and had to get his own clothes off to stop them feeling so tight against his poor, aching cock.

He moaned outright when it felt the wet lips of her pussy and his hips moved to rub between them. Her breathing grew more erratic as she grabbed the back of his hair and pulled him back down, kissing him with need.

“I’m ready, please Klaus, I’m ready” she whispered and he let out a breath

“Nik” he uttered “you call me Nik” he ordered and she nodded

“Please Nik” she moaned and he thrust himself along her, his dick sliding over her clit many times over.

He had to stabilise his breathing and thoughts before he did this. He knew she had been so worried, so scared before and nothing could ruin this, not now. He couldn’t let her slip through his fingers now. He would be the softest, most gentle man on the planet if she would let him fill her with his cock, let him pump her full of his seed.

Fuck. The thought alone had him rubbing against her faster, but shit, he needed to be slow. Come on Klaus, slow.

He took a long breath before taking his heavy cock into his hand and pressing his tip to her dripping cunt. Her heart sped and he glanced up to find her watching his tip with anticipation, teeth on her bottom lip and a moan threatening to leave any second. It was all the confirmation he needed before finally, at last, getting inside her.

Klaus was 90% sure he was louder than she was when her soft, soaked walls sucked him inside. Just his tip to begin with, he slid it in and out of her carefully, lightly tapping it against her clit a couple more times before going further. He got a couple inches in before she made a whine of discomfort and he stopped, his hand found hers and he held it firmly but gently while his other kept a hold of his cock as though if he didn’t then it would do as it pleased and fuck her into oblivion.

“It’s okay my love” he whispered, his hand squeezing hers lightly in reassurance. “You don’t have to take it all” he told her as she shut her eyes so he couldn’t see the twinge of pain inside them.

He let the first few inches thrust in and out of her, allowing her tightly wound body to stretch at its own pace. When her hips moved by themselves against him and her mouth involuntarily opened, he knew she could take more. And more he gave her, a good two thirds in and his breathing so ragged that he wasn’t sure how he wasn’t passing out.

Her pleas were getting more common now and he obliged to every one, keeping each movement calculated and soft. His thrusts, although relatively slow, still reached all those places inside her which she had only dreamed about and she couldn’t have asked for anything better.

She had always worried he would treat her like she were a toy or a slut but he touched her like she was glass, like she were his priceless diamond and she adored it. Craved it.

He was perfect.

Any doubts were chucked out the window as he checked on how she felt time and time again, even though her constant call of his name told everyone in a 5 mile radius that he was giving her the time of her life.

“Nik-“ she moaned and he grunted, his face just above hers and a little further forward as she was leaving kisses and disappearing marks in his neck. He placed a wet kiss to her forehead and struggled to keep his pace steady. “Can- oh- can you go faster Nik?!” She pleaded and he nodded without an ounce of control. Completely following what she needed, his mind was locked on hers and he just wanted her to feel as good as he did.

His body moved to hers faster but still not roughly, not bruisingly or harshly. Just quicker to rub against her spongey spot, to have her back curved off the bed and legs shaking.

His body faltered above her as he felt his balls go tight, the same balls that had repeatedly slapped against her and were ready to empty inside her.

“Y/n” he panted and she moaned. “Gonna- cum- inside- you-“ he panted and she cried out pleasantly

“Please Nik, please please” she begged and he held her hand so tightly, he feared he’d broken it as she screamed and cried.

The sound registered minutes later, him having already overfilled her three times over with the amount of cum he had for her.

His head shot up and he grabbed ahold of her face with his hands

“Love? Did I hurt you? Oh god-“ he started but her hand cupped the side of his neck and she smiled weakly

“God no Nik, no you were- wonderful, unbelievable” she whispered breathlessly and he sighed in relief, his head drooping to kiss her cheek softly.

“Are you tired love?” He asked and she laughed

“Yeah, I’m tired. Are..are you? Do you need more or-“

“I would love as much as you could let me have but for tonight, believe me when I promise you that I am beyond satisfied. You were…” he leaned down to her ear and nipped the lobe gently, “quite frankly, the best I’ve ever had” he whispered and she blushed darkly

“Over a thousand years I do doubt that-“

“You have the softest, hottest, wettest, tightest little pussy I have ever had, the most delicious, most beautiful-“

“Nik” she cut him off, embarrassment colouring her red as she looked up at him shyly.

“Believe me sweetheart, I would never lie to you” he told her softly as he leaned back down to kiss her lips. “The best” he whispered again and she let out a happy breath before a yawn forced through her and he smiled

“Tell me if anything hurts okay? I’m gonna clean you up, I’ll be gentle” he murmured as he pulled out of her and lifted her off of the ruined sheets. She groaned at the empty feeling and held onto his hand with her own as he brought her to the bathroom. “Bath?” He questioned and she shook her head.

“Sleep” she mumbled and he nodded. He grabbed the wipes and got her as clean as he could before doing himself, not once putting her down.

He paused at the state of his bed and instead carried her to the guest room next door. He kept her right against his bare chest as he laid with her beneath the covers and kissed her head so much his lips hurt.

Her eyes had closed earlier than he realised as he held her dearly and whispered to her resting body. Just sweet nothings and true promises. Things she would hear many times over and experience in the future.

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rainyapricotcreatorparty · 9 months

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Disobedience

Elijah Mikaelson x reader

Gif not mine

Warnings: wrong grammar, pure smut, no plot. Minors DNI, somnophilia, spanking,bondage, oral m and f receiving, anal play, breast fetish, nipple play, dom!elijah x sub!reader, usage of nicknames, Hair pulling, Praise kink, slight. Breeding kink, orgasm denial, p in v, usage of sex toys.

Summary: Elijah promised a night to you, but he broke it so you decided to take matter into your own hands.

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You were so bored out of your mind that you were sitting in the living room with a book in your lap. Klaus was a pain in the ass, even though you occasionally liked him and everything, and Elijah was off doing business with him. Elijah promised that this evening would be all yours. You were told to wait for him and do nothing until he returned at 7, or you would be punished. You've had it with him being three hours late. You closed the book before dumping it on the couch. Well, if he can't provide you pleasure, you will do it yourself even tho it was hard sometimes to do it on your own, but fuck it.

Elijah had a lot of white shirts, so losing one to you was nothing. You ripped open the closet and rummaged through Elijah's clothing. You quickly take off your sweatpants and leggings before throwing your top over your head, leaving you completely bare. You buttoned up his shirt and put it on. You put on his shirt and buttoned it up. The shirt was long it covered your ass. You left the first 3 buttons open and climbed into bed. Goosebumps covered your body as the soft fabric moved against your skin. You could see your nipples through the shirt. You ran your fingers over them, the fabric being the only barrier there.

The shirt smelled like Elijah. You whimpered, wishing he was here. You moved your hands down your body and pulled the fabric up until your bottom half was bare gasping as the cold air hit your pussy. You moved your hand further down till you were palming yourself. You were already wet from the thought of Elijah barging in the room and catching you, pleasuring yourself. The thrill was too much. You ran your finger up and down your clit. You felt the wetness against your finger and started by pushing one finger in. You moaned at the feeling, your other hand grabbing the sheet in a tight grip. You started to pump them in and out and added a second finger. Whining wishing it was his fingers that were pumping inside of you.

"Fuck Elijah" You found your sweet spot and started to move your fingers in a come here motion and moaned as you started to get closer to your orgasm. You bit your lip hard and pinched your nipples between your thumb and index finger, causing a surge of pleasure down your spine and straight down. You cried out, pushing your face into the pillow beside you and crying Elijah's name out as you came. Coming down from your high, you still weren't satisfied. You wanted more. You needed more. After 2 more orgasms you were finally satisfied and too tired to do anything your wetness trickled down your clit wetting the sheets beneath you and your thighs were wet from how much you kept rubbing them together for more friction. You went to the bathroom and did your businees, and went straight to bed. You grabbed a pillow and hid your face in it, and looked at the clock it was now midnight. You groaned and closed your eyes, letting the darkness take over.

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It was after midnight when Elijah entered through the door. He was upset because he had broken his promise. He was aware of your need and desire as well as how long you had to wait. As he entered, gently closing the door, he exhaled as he heard your peaceful breath coming from your room. He intended to make amends and give you the long-awaited pleasure he had promised. He approached the door, which was slightly ajar, and took a long breath to prepare himself before stopping abruptly. He took another whiff of the air and couldn't get enough of the scent. It belonged to you—your arousal and your release. He entered the room in quiet steps to see you deep asleep on your back, your hair lying flawlessly around your head in his shirt. He saw the wetness underneath. You had disobeyed his orders and had touched yourself. Even though he was late, that still did not mean for you to go on and pleasure yourself. That was his job. Nobody, not even yourself, can touch you. His scowl grew, and he crept slowly towards the edge of the bed where he silently stood in awe of you. Although it was probably unsettling, he didn't care. He could always admire you because you were his. Unless, of course, you were uncomfortable, but he knew that you loved it when he stared at you like he was falling in love all over again.

He placed his suit jacket neatly on one of the chairs after taking off his shoes and socks. He carefully climbed into bed, rubbed his nose lightly over your covered nipple before bringing it into his mouth, and sucks firmly, feeling the puffiness under his lips. He kisses a line from your neck to your breast. He runs a hand down your body, and grabbed one of your legs, laying wet kisses from toe till your inner thighs You were still wet, and there was still dampness on the bed from where you had come before. His rough fingertips felt your silky skin as they trailed up and down your leg. Without waking up, you let out a breath and tilted your head to the side. He put a finger on your clit and began to stroke it, and you responded by moaning in the back of your throat.

As he continued to rub circles on your clit, your fluids began to wet his finger, which was enough for him to slide his thick finger inside you. He groaned lightly at the feeling of you clasping around his finger. He hovered above you, loving the way his shirt's material allowed just a hint of your nipples to show. You were alluring in his clothing. He delicately stroked his finger over your right nipple while he fingered you. His eyes were only able to see your right breast since he had pulled the fabric off your shoulder. He started licking and biting your nipple right away, tasting the sweetness of your skin. The tip was slightly red from his soft nibbling.

He moved away from your breast and began to kiss the fabric as he sank till he reached your clit. You cried out his name in your sleep as you struggled to close your legs, but he maintained a strong hold on your thighs and prevented you from doing so. He immediately slid his tongue to your clit and began eating you out.

Your eyes were lazily opened to the most stunning scene. Elijah was between your legs, staring at you while lightly stroking your exposed skin with his lips. His lovely hair was immediately ruined by your hands running through it, which also forced his face closer to your body heat. You moaned out loud as he added a second finger in you, his finger moved slowly and delicately inside you, hitting your sweet spot and slowly building up your orgasm.

"Elijah, please, I'm so close," you say in between gasps. He locked eyes with you as he stopped and pulled his fingers out of you. You whimpered at the emptiness. "You dare whine when I refuse you from your release after you disobeyed me?" He asked in a dark tone. "But you promised you would be back early," you said in a whisper "Yes I did, but if you had obeyed, I would have given you a greater reward than the one you were going to get" he said in a stern voice. "How many times have you come?" He asked. "Three.." you whispered in response. His eyes darkened, and suddenly, you were pulled by your legs, gasping in shock he pulled you over his lap, laying you down your stomach. He kissed you behind your ear. "Such a bad girl," he whispered. When you shifted your head back to allow him access to your lips, he let out a single breathy chuckle. When you felt a harsh slap to your ass, you yipped and jumped slightly, then groaned somewhat as the sting lingered across your skin.

"Be a good little girl and count them out for me." He informed you.

"How many?" After a little pause, you whimpered. He smirked and said, "As many as I want, my chére"

When he slapped you again, you bit down on your lip and cursed because you bit down too hard. "One! Im sorry, sir. " You let out a yelp.

Smack

"Two! I'm sorry, sir, " you moaned.

Smack

"Three! I'm sorry, sir"

Smack

"Four! I'm sorry, sir," you whined at the stinging feeling.

SMACK

"Five! I'm sorry, sir, " you cried out.

He runs his hands around your lower back before slipping them between your legs as wetness runs down your thighs.

“You are so wet my love” he said as he started to move his fingers inside and then taking them out.

After five more, your bum was red with his handprint. He made you sit up with your legs on either side of his legs, your face at the base of his neck breathing heavily.

"Good girl, you did so well for me, little one," he said, his voice deep in your ears making a shiver run down your spine and straight to your core. He gently moved his hands under the fabric and felt your skin of your back from underneath. You take a sharp breath. You grind your hips down on him, already feeling the hard bulge in his trousers.

"Does that mean you will finally fuck me?"

He smiled softly "No" he said in her ear and slightly sucked on her earlobe. You let out a whine and try to create friction between the heat between your legs and Elijah's now full hard bulge in his suit pants. He placed his rough hands on your hips to stop your movement.

"So needy," he said while smirking.

"You look stunning in my clothes, my love." He whispers in your ear. You can feel the blood rushing to your face as you blush a beautiful red. He pulls the left tip of fabric at your shoulders down to expose your breast. His hand felt the weight of your breast as he greedily latched his mouth on your erected nipple. He massaged the other one through the fabric. You bit your lip to stop yourself from moaing. He looked up at you. "Never try to hide your moans, little one, I want to hear every sweet sound that comes out of your lips." You blush a pretty red, and he smirked as he continued to suck on your nipple. You moaned loudly as he bit down softly on your nipple.

You needed him now. You rest your hands on his thick thighs and slowly climb down between his legs. "Can I please suck your dick sir?" You asked sweetly as you locked eyes with Elijah. Dark eyes stared back straight to your soul, Elijah always had such an intense gaze.

"Because you asked so nicely," you quickly fiddle with the zipper of his suit pants. You pull down his briefs and let his cock free hitting his stomach. It stood tall and thick with a little curve, his mushroom tip red with a little pre cum oozing out. You let out a small moan it looked painful. You wanted to relieve and pleasure him. Wrapping your hand around his cock delicately, your hand didn't fully wrap around his cock from how thick it was. You blushed when you thought of his dick stretching you out. You pump your hand up and down his length slowly as you lick your way from bottom to top, feeling the veins that lines his cock. Elijah takes a sharp breath in as he runs his hands through your long brown hair. You kiss the tip of his cock while looking up and intensly locking eyes with him. You put the tip in your mouth sucking while your hands wrap around his length and the other fiddling with his balls. He throws his head back, groans escaping his throat. You start to take more of his length down your throat. Your eyes watered, and you gagged a little, but you took a breath through your nose. Elijah's hands tighten on your hair as he starts to push you head down, resulting in taking more of his length. Elijah moans as his cock hits the back of your throat.

"You look so pretty taking that cock down your throat." He said making you moan around his cock and sending vibrations straight to his length. He felt shivers down his spine as he groans. He couldn't control himself as he started to thrust his hips into your throat, his strong hold on your hair holding you down. Saliva started dripping at either side of your face, and you looked up at Elijah. His eyes were closed with his head thrown back. You felt a sense of pride run through your body. Your hand went to your heat and you start to rub circles on your clit wanting to feel friction. Soon, Elijah took notice of where your hands were.

"Did I give you permission to touch yourself?" He asks in a dark voice. You come to a stop as he pulls himself out of your mouth. Whining he lightly slaps you. It didn't hurt, but the sting went straight to your core. "It seemed your last punishment wasn't enough." He said.

You were suddenly thrown on the bed with him hovering over you. "Take off the shirt," he commanded in an angry voice. You quickly discarded the material off you. He took the belt that was on the bed and tied down your hands down, pulling them over your head. He stands on his knees and your legs between them as he starts to unbutton his shirt. You slightly see his defined abs. He pulls at his tie after losing it he slides off his neck.

Your vision goes black as Elijah covers your eyes with the soft fabric of his tie. Your senses heighten, you hear him shuffle around and finally felt his hot breath down your neck.

"You will only come when I give you permission to." Elijah was furious. You were acting like a brat, not following his orders. He loved a little of challenge to show who is in control, but you disobeyed his orders just because of the beauty and sweet punishment. Mear pleasure. You wanted Elijah to be angry to show you who is in control. You hear him shuffling around at the bedside table. You were suddenly turned around on your stomach, and knees ass high up in the air. Your breathing was uneven. You didn't know what to expect. You felt the bed shift from behind you and felt his fingers at your entrance teasing the pearl on your clit. You were shuddering at the sweet pleasure, an orgasm slowly building. Slick juices start seeping out, coating Elijah's thick fingers. You clench around his fingers, swallowing his fingers.

He moved it around and up to your other hole. You jolt up gasping as he moved his finger at the muscle ring. Gripping the sheets underneath your tied hands, you hear Elijah open a bottle, squirting some of the material in his hand, but you can already guess what it was. You felt the cold lube on Elijah's finger moving around your hole. You involuntary clench tensing at the feeling.

"Relax, little one," he said lovingly. Taking a deep breath, you relax your muscles and start to feel Elijah slowly inserting his finger. Moaning to the sensations to both pleasure and pain, slowly adding another finger after a while. The sensation of being stretched out under Elijah was stimulating. Elijah moved his fingers in scissors motion stretching your insides. You let out a string of sounds from your throat at the feeling. Slowly, he slid his fingers out, making you exhale, and his fingers were replaced by a cold metal butt plug stretching you out. You shudder at the cold feeling but slowly got used to it.

"You look angelic with the white jewel in your ass little one," He said in his deep voice. You whined at him. Elijah always loved the colour white. He thought you looked like an angel in white. His angel. You were his, his to pleasure, his to own. He slapped you ass cheek only for you to jolt up, and a moan escaped your throat. Elijah turned you back on your back. You felt his hands at your sides feeling around your body.

"You are bewitching, my love," he said as he moved his hands between your legs, stroking your thighs.

"Please, Elijah," you breathe out, wiggling your body on the bed.

"What do you need? I can't do anything till you tell me, " he says with a smile in his voice.

"Please, touch me," you say.

"Where?" You were frustrated now, he was teasing you to no end.

"My clit, please Lijah" you whined.

"Here?" He hands palmed your heat and two fingers stroking your pearl, causing the pleasurable sensation to flow through, making you arch your back, as you moaned out Elijah's name like a prayer. The fact that you couldn't see only heightened your senses, which built up your orgasm.

"Do you think you deserve it after your disobedience?" He asked. Stopping, you felt the bed shift.

"Yes, please, I will be good." And a sound of vibrations met your ears. Elijah spread your legs and shrieked at the sudden sensation of the vibrator. It was against your clit, Elijah held down the vibration while his other hand was slowing stroking your slit collecting you juices and spreading them around.

Suddenly, the vibrations became stronger, causing millions of electric shocks to run through your entire body. Moaning loudly, you arch your back and your hands holding down on the mattress cover so hard you can feel them turning white. Your orgasm was slowly closing, your heat clenching around nothing in need for something to fill your empty hole. However, when you finally feel the knot about to unravel. The vibrations slowed down suddenly, and losing the orgasm made a whine to string out of your throat. You wanted to scream at him for making teasing into oblivion. It was almost painful at that point.

“No please let me cum” you whined in plea wanting to finish off and ride your orgasm. “This is what happens when you act like a brat and disobey me” he said in a deep voice in your ear. You whine and move your body against the toy to create friction wanting release, but alas he pulls it away.

"Beg for it, little one" you inhale a breath and curl your fingers at the sheets beneath you.

"Please Sir let me cum. I'm sorry I disobeyed you. Please fuck me, use my hole for your pleasure Sir." You breathed out your legs spreading wider and your hole clenching on air, begging to be filled to the brim.

You shudder at the feeling of his fingers softly grazing your inner thighs causing goosebumps to cover your entire body and more of you arousal dripping from your desperate hole.

"Yes, my love tell me what you need beg me to fuck your needy tight hole" He groans as he kisses his way up your thighs. You loved the feeling of his soft lips. He nibbled and sucked at your skin you can feel the bruises those are gonna leave. You continued to beg him. Elijah felt euphoric as he heard your little moans and whines that escaped your throat.

"You are so good for me little one, maybe I should reward you." you felt finger slowly rubbing your clit you arousal coating his fingers it. He pushed the finger deep inside filling you up he started to move in a "come to me" motion. You bit your lower lip trying to push your moans down to your throat. Suddenly Elijah's hand came to your throat pressing at the sides of your neck blocking your airway not enough to hurt but enough for you to feel the pleasure of it.

"Don't hide your moans from little one, let them out, let me hear your sweet angelic moans" He commands in your ear. Adding a second finger inside of you. He easily found your G-spot, moans leave your mouth loudly, not stopping them. Elijah's fingers move faster, you can feel your orgasm building up, you clench around his fingers. Elijah keeps the same pace while hitting the spot that made you see stars.

"Cum for me little one" At his command you came on his fingers your orgasm covering his fingers. Your legs shaking aggressively at the power of the orgasm. Your chest going up and down at the intense orgasm. He pulls out of you can hear the sound of your arousal as he pulled out you moan at that. Suddenly the tie was off your eyes. your eyes adjust to the sift light that filled the room. You look down at Elijah to find him licking your arousal from his fingers while making eye contact. Blood rushes to your cheeks at the action.

"You taste wonderful my dear, I can never get enough of you my sweet" he said with a smirk. You bite your lower lip at his statement your cheeks were getting more red by the second.

Elijah got off the bed and started stripping out his pants his cock stood proud as he pulled off his undergarments. You admired his figure as he climbed back on the bed hovering above you. You loved the feeling of him on top it felt like he was protecting you from the world.

Elijah takes his cock in his hand and started to rub it against your clit softly teasing your entrance.

"P-please" you moan out pushing your body against his cock. "Tell me what you need" he whisper in you ear. "Please fuck me-" suddenly he pushed his cock filling your insides you gasping at the sudden pressure in your lower body. Your mouth falls open and moans fly out of your throat. He pulls out till the tip and pushes back hitting that spot that made you see stars. He thrust was slow and hard. He groans and started to nib at your erected nipple. His groans cause shivers down to your core. You loved the sounds he made. "You feel so good my love" he moans out. You can already feel your orgasm building at that comment.

A shocked moan escapes your lips when Elijah hands came down to your lower belly gently adding pressure to the your stomach. He moans as he feels himself through your stomach. "Can you feel me little one?" He questions. "Can you feel how I fill you up? I'm gonna fill you up with my seed I will mark you so everyone knows that you are mine" He says with a deep voice. His thrust started to take speed hitting your sweet spot so good.

"Look at me little one, look at how my cock fits your perfect pussy, you are perfect for me" You eyes travels down to your conjoined body. He was right you were like puzzle piece fitting so well. You moan as you see how wet his cock was from your insides.

"Elijah please untie me I need to touch you please" You pulling at the belt that tied your hands together. He started to remove the belt once your hands were freed they fly around Elijah bringing him impossibly closer. Your nails digging in his back making a moan escape his lips. He started to speed up his cock hit your cervix. "Elijah I'm so close" you whined out. "You are not aloud to cum until I tell you" his thrusts were brutal in the most beautiful way. Your filled the air with your moans and Elijah's heavy breath and groans, paired the sound of Elijah's hips slapping yours.

"Cum for me little one" that was the only sign you needed. your orgasm crushed down at you. Your vision turns white, your body slumps down after that orgasm. Elijah continued to thrust inside of you in a fast pace. He started to rub your sensitive clit, you gasp at the sudden feeling.

"Elijah please, I can't, I'm sensitive." you said pleading for some mercy. "Not yet little one, I will not stop until you are filled with my seed" he groans in your ear.

Suddenly he man handled you and turned you around. You were on your knees with arms under your neck, your ass up. Elijah continued to thrust in you from behind, another orgasm building. Elijah's hand crawls up your back going the roots of your hair and pulled you hair back. Your back touched his chest, he brought your lips to his kissing you like a hungry man, devouring you completely in the kiss. You kiss back desperately, your arm pulled at his necking trying to bring him closer. Elijah kept playing with your clit making your legs shake uncomfortably. You moaned in the kiss. Your orgasm was already nearing.

"I can feel you are close my dear" he whispers in your ear, shivers run down your spine. Elijah thrusts start became sloppy with each thrust. You can feel him throbbing inside you.

"Cum with me my love" He commands cumming inside of you fill you to the brim. instantly your orgasm came crashing down, you feel your insides getting filled up with his seed. Both of your moans join together at the intense orgasm. After what seemed like hours riding down your orgasms.

He brings you down to the bed softly. You were exhausted and satisfied. "You were so good little one, you did amazing" He whispers in your ear. He spoons you from behind you. He turned you around and sat beside. Suddenly you feel his fingers pushing inside. "You will not waste any of it. You are gonna take it all" He continues to push his seed inside you. You moan at the feeling and blood rushes to your cheeks. "Say it" He growls. "I'm yours" you say. "And I'm yours little one" He whispers to you as your eyes met his. You smile at that his hands gently rubbing your face. He holds you close as you lay your head on his chest and darkness start to take over. "Rest little one"

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We'll Meet Again, Beloved

Klaus is in trouble again and his lover, who is soon to become the goddess that the wolves would get to worship, comes to his rescue, again. And it's painful to come with the knowledge that she's always leaving in the end. But at last, this'd be the last time she'd ever have to leave.

Warnings - mentions of blood and inflicted pain. Word Count - 1.8k

This is actually a rewritten version of this fic that I'd posted in 2021! I'm quite proud to say that I think it's much better than it had originally been, so I hope you like it as well! I'd be rewriting a couple more fics before I post the new work I've written, so yay! Enjoy <3

Fury burned Klaus’ eyes with such extreme rage that they began to shine a golden ring inside, the one that made it look like there was a solar eclipse inside his once beautifully green orbs. Aguish encapsulated all of his bones as if he were turning into his wolf form, his blood beginning to boil inside him and pour out of the corners of his mouth that had twisted into a dangerous snarl.

“You’re a monster!” The witch shouted at him, blood slipping out her own nose as she threw hateful insults at him, her voice growing louder in order to maintain the effect of the spell as she herself grew weaker by spending her magic such carelessly.

Her hands shook and yet she kept them faced towards Klaus, who kneeled due to the force, writhing in pain in front of her, screaming at her the death threats that she knew weren’t empty. Her eyes clenched shut as she yelled, her voice shaking similarly to Klaus’ hands that he held his head with.

“Stop it!” Klaus shouted at her, denying himself from crouching in the agonising pain that she’d been inflicting on him for so long that she’d fallen to her knees as well. Klaus knew that she knew were she to fail this attempt of ending him, she won’t live to even see him get off his knees – seeing as she refused to back down despite the fact that she might end herself with him.

His body shook as if he’d been given wolfsbane and his forearms dug further deep into the ground.

Looking up at her with her death flashing in his eyes, Klaus screamed at her once again. “Stop this or I will make sure your death is as painful as I can make it!”

He raised his arm in order to reach her, noticing the indent he had caused in the soil as he struggled to raise his head. And in that moment he decided that this would be the very place he would leave her dead for the animals to feast upon.

“Stop,” Klaus growled as her magic finally began to weaken, losing its grip on him as the witch lay on the ground, chanting the spell with as much power as her wilting body could muster up.

“Burn in hell,” the witch dared to stop herself and grit her teeth at him, now muttering the spell under her breath. She shut her eyes to stop herself from witnessing the smirk on Klaus’ mouth that was curling to show his sharp canines that would be tearing her apart into shreds.

“And where, little witch, do you think he’s come from, then?” A soft voice mumbled tauntingly, causing Klaus to lift his gaze up from the witch’s trembling body to look at the woman leaning over her, whispering something under her breath that stopped the witch’s heart and tore it to pieces inside her chest – Klaus could hear that, or perhaps, he was persuaded to hear that.

The pain coursing through his body stopped and he felt his insides healing within a matter of seconds as he stood up from the ground, covered in blood and dirt. Still, he managed to smile graciously at the woman.

She wasn’t just any woman, no. She was a child to the gods, soon to become one herself as her turning year turned into the turning month, creeping up on her faster than she’d anticipated becoming Y/n, a goddess for all the wolves to worship.

“My one and only,” she smiled back at him, a smile that could kill and bring one back from death’s hand itself. Her head lulled to the side as she looked at him adoringly, her soft plush lips calling out to him to come to her. Her hair flying behind her, making her seem all the more mystical and alluring than she already was.

From where her hands had been hanging beside her, she offered them for Klaus to hold. Following his gaze to her right hand, she noticed some blood smeared on it and a corner of her mouth lifted. She shifted her weight on her right leg, freeing her left leg to relax a little.

Which then made Klaus’ attention to catch on the bottom of her dress. It seemed as if it had been scraped and torn, the tearing marks seeming sharp, almost ready to dagger whatever lay beneath. The skirt flowed with the wind, allowing Klaus to see dirt crawling up her legs, telling him that there’d again been a struggle when she’d tried to come to him.

“It was the god that the Vampires worship. He put up a rather annoying tantrum and tried to stop me from coming to you, my love,” she shrugged, complaining innocently and answering his question before he’d even asked it, all at once. “You know I had to,” she grinned, a little cunningly.

And then, her ears caught up with his ragged breathing. “Go,” she whispered, watching Klaus turn in front of her as she rid him of the pain he would’ve felt had she not been here.

And as Klaus ran off into the woods, hunting down all that came in his way from camping humans to newly turned vampires looking to feed themselves, Y/n stood near the witch’s body and shut her eyes, trying to catch a word with the Witch’s god. He, who was already rather annoyed that another one of his had died because of defying the one rule he’d set.

“I told you, anyone who’d hurt him would die,” Y/n muttered under her breath.

“I apologise, dear Y/n. I’ll make sure this doesn’t happen again” he sighed, and he must’ve opened his eyes because the connection had seemingly broken.

So she opened her eyes, looking at the neverending sky, full of stars that witnessed such evil too frequently for her comfort.

This hadn’t been the first time she’d helped Klaus, nor was it the first time a tear had slipped out of her eyes because of the restrictions that prevented her from confessing to him until she’d turned herself into a goddess, a trap that had been set by the gods themselves – they’d known her yearn to be a human and walk the Earth and yet, they’d put up the condition over her so she’d turn, a trap. And she was willing to step into it just so that she’d never have to leave Klaus again. And she was going to, soon.

She’d coffessed such to him before, which was the reason that he mostly tried to stay away from her – to prevent inflicting pain on her already beaten heart. To wait until she could safely be his, without her heart breaking into a million pieces over the reminder that it was going to take a long time before she could let herself fold in his arms.

Wiping the lone tear, she sat up focusing her attention on his movement to see if he was going to come back anytime soon. She waited for him, for her favourite wolf, to come and ask her to turn him back so that he could touch her with just as much vulnerability as she did him.

Her mind lulled her to think about his state when he’d return. His soft shiny fur would be wet with blood and sweat, paws as soft as feathers after running at the speed of light, ears flopped down in search of comfort and searching for her heartbeat. She jerked a little when she heard twigs breaking and leaving rustling, crunching and crushing under his paws as he neared her. His nose sniffing and his fur brushing against trees.

She moves to catch sight of him, instead feeling his paw on her back. She turned to take him in her arms, to lay back with him on top of her, so that his heart would calm down listening to hers. But when she did do that, instead of putting his head in the crook of her neck, Klaus looked into her eyes – searching them for something while the one thing Y/n saw in his eyes was a raw seek for comfort.

Showing him all the love that he needed to be reassured, she felt as he melted in her arms right then and there. His snout reached her exposed neck while he remained lying on top of her with his head on her chest, looking up at her with the truest loving eyes.

But then she felt a tear slip down her skin and she brought her hands to scratch his fur, holding him a little closer. “It’s alright, little wolf. You’ll be alright,” she whispered. “You’re in safe hands, lay to rest for a little,” she assured him, knowing that all his senses must be heightened right now.

Tears collected on the rim of her eyes as she thought of the times she almost lost him, lost her grasp on him because of the very consequences of his own actions, had witnessed him crying to himself because of the number of times he had been betrayed. But she blinked them away when she heard him purr lightly, coming to the realisation that he was safe and in her arms, and that was all that mattered in the moment.

He got off of her when the moon began to hide away behind drifting clouds, making her sit up as well.

“Let’s get you back to your disguise, shall we, little wolf?” She asked him, a whisper of her soft giggle following behind.

Klaus wagged his tail twice, indicating that he was indeed ready. He felt his heart swell with love when she ruffled his fur while moving to stand up, scratching behind his ear a couple times before asking him to follow her.

Coming to halt under direct moonlight, she closed her eyes before mumbling a spell, so softly that even Klaus would have taken that as the mere sound of wind during nightfall. He kept looking at her until a tear slipped past her shut eyes, which made him look down and brush up against her feet for the last time, for a long while.

When he looked up again, she’d already been gazing at him. Leaning down, she pressed a kiss between his eyes and walked back a couple steps.

“We’ll meet again soon, beloved,” Y/n whispered, another tear escaping her eyes as a gust of wind carried her away with it, leaving no trace of her other than the tingling beneath Klaus’ skin.

Klaus looked up at the sky then and swore to her that he’d be waiting for her right here the next time she’d come down to meet him, to finally let herself go in his arms. And his eyes glossed over as he felt another gush of wind, this time changing him from his wolf form, and back to his hybrid physique.

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