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Gifs of Klaus Mikaelson in TO S01E22 - Part 14/16 (Everyone may use these gifs if wants to)
ofjetts:
The desire to roll his eyes came yet again, and like before he pushed it down. As much as he wanted to he wanted to not make things more difficult for himself. Especially as they began to walk up the driveway, Jett looking over the home with a genuine sense of awe. It had been a while since he had been to a house like this. He was lead with a sturdy hand towards the front of the house where he was given instructions to take his shoes off. Him reminding him of his worthlessness didn’t go unnoticed, this time forgoing his earlier choice and rolling his eyes. “No, course we wouldn’t want that, sir.” He said, a little annoyance entwined within his tone. When they got inside he slipped off his shoes, leaving them off to the side of the door.
Greggory grinned, releasing a chuckle when the slave went along with what he’d said, not showing any disdain just yet. He watched him obey what he said and then beckoned for him to follow down the hall, moving to the far room to the left. His playroom. “You’re to pick three items to use today,” he said, “Your reward for being such a good little slave.” He smirked, knowing that due to owning the sex shop, had nearly every item he’d ever need to play with. He was curious what the boy would choose and stood back, “Don’t make me wait too long.”
ofjetts:
He might have been thinking of a way he could slip out of his grip and get away from him, an unlikely thing to happen but the thought did cross through his mind. Jett had strong feelings about being told what to do, it went against his nature to bend so easily, but he had to think about the situation he was in currently. It wouldn’t serve him well to fight too much, even if it meant swallowing his pride and doing what he was told. “My apologies, sir.” He said, unable to keep his sarcasm in check. He shouldn’t have been curious to see what him being his Daddy would look like.
Greggory smiled to himself when he heard Jett agree, more than pleased to have the slave following along with what he said. “That’s a good boy,” he said, giving him a little praise, though there was no depth to his words. He wanted him calm and relaxed before he truly pounced on the notion of what was going to happen. “We’re here,” he announced as they approached his driveway, leading the slave with a hand on his shoulders in case he decided to run on his own. “Shoes off inside the door,” he informed him with a glance to the side, “We can’t have a worthless slave making a mess now, can we?”
ofjetts:
Jett didn’t entirely agree with him, he was pretty damn certain he could keep himself busy without the help of vampires. Hell, he was doing just fine keeping himself busy today, although most of the day was spent with him sleeping. “If one put their mind to it there could be plenty of things to do without vampires.” He said, unable to keep his tongue down, he wasn’t always good at being good. He didn’t say anything when he was guided to walk with him, no point in fighting as it would be worthless. “It’s Jett.” He answered, figuring it wouldn’t hurt much to be honest there. He snorted, probably a bit too loudly, his hand coming up to his mouth. “Do people actually call you that? Like, legitimately?”
Greggory noted that the slave stayed silent for a moment and found that was pleasing, considering he liked it when they played the role of obedience. But, he found himself disappointed when this one found his footing, putting up the front of a strong slave. Greggory was confident he’d have him pleading and begging like the weak slave he was. “Lovely to meet you Jett, now use my title like a good little slave,” he smirked. Greggory frowned slightly when the slave laughed at his comment, not caring for that in the slightest, “Yes, now be a good boy or I will be your Daddy for the evening.”
ofjetts:
His day had been going fairly well, pretty uneventful which was how he liked it, especially on his one day off. That was until he he collided with someone, a vampire to be precise, which could go one of two ways. They’d either not be too bothered, and let him go or they’d be pissed and punish him in some way. He was seriously hoping for the former, but didn’t have a whole lot of faith in that. “Shit, sorry.” He said, cursing usually his go to, he wasn’t mad which was nice, but now he seemed interested which meant he could forget being free the rest of the day. “Uh–no, my schedule is pretty free.” He said, looking up at him now `for the first time.
Greggory smirked when he answered him, more than pleased to take advantage of the situation. “Yes, of course it is. Not much for a lowly slave to get up to without us vampires to keep them busy,” he said with a low chuckle, “Now, let’s walk and see where it takes us.” He said that knowing full well he lived close by. He slid a hand around the slave’s shoulder and led him in the direction of his home. “What is your name, slave?” he asked curiously, “Mine is Greggory, which you’ll soon learn to know quite well. Not that you’re to call me that, of course. Sir is what I prefer, unless you’d like me to be your Daddy for the afternoon.”
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Greggory was just leaving his shop when he stumbled over a slave. He was in a good mood and decided to let it go, but saw how enticed he was by the other. “You’re quite in the way, darling,” he chuckled, reaching to ruffle his hair, “It’s a pity to think I was once busy. But now you’ve got my attention.” He dropped his hand down to the slave’s collar and gave it a tug, “Certainly you aren’t too busy for me, are you?”
wildvtheart:
“Well, hopefully it was a good fight, at least. For the entertainment value.” It wasn’t like the other guy had just beaten Demir senseless, they had both taken hits and it had been a fairly close one. He looked surprised at the other man when he offered to spend more money on him, but figured he probably had enough money to waste. “I feel like I should be the one buying you a drink, but hey I’ll never pass on a free drink. Thanks, man.” He gave his order to the bartender, a beer, as was his usual. “Does it make you feel better or worse if I say I usually win more fights than I lose? Means your instinct wasn’t wrong, you were just unlucky.”
Greggory nodded his head in acknowledgement of the fight, “Very entertaining, did make it worth my while.” He gestured towards the bartender, giving the vampire an easy grin. He gave his order as well and waited impatiently for the bartender to comply for them. “Does make it a little better. Perhaps I’ll place a bet on you next time as well.” He didn’t prefer to think of himself as unlucky and frowned at the thought. “Off night, we’ll say, not unlucky. Luck tends to be on my side,” he smirked, “And you?”
xaugust-nash:
“Not one who likes being called darling, mate” August said with a tisk, shaking his head. The wolf only turning himself from the other and rolling his eyes “And what part of calling me a lowly wolf made you think that I was gonna tell you? You’ve basically just tried to degrade me and yet expect a conversation?” He said simply, taking a drink of the beer and looking ahead. The wolf wasn’t one who gave assholes his time and this one was no different.
Greggory smirked at this wolf’s demeanor, amused by him entirely and having no intention of being thrown off by it. He enjoyed getting the wolves riled up, which made it a game to him. “Perhaps I was bored,” he smirked into his drink, “And you’ve continued the conversation by replying. Perhaps you are bored as well.” He took a long swig of his drink and turned to look at the foil smelling wolf, “What’s your name, since we’re still on pleasantries?”
evelineclark:
Despite being raised to agree with his assessment of her as a lowly slave, it still stung slightly to hear. Not that her smile faltered, she nodded slightly instead. “Of course not, Sir.” Eveline followed him without hesitation, happily staying close enough to continue feeling the sensation of his body next to hers.
The moment the order left his lips, she was slipping out of her shoes and leaving them neatly near the door, in a spot that seemed to be out of the way of foot traffic. Though her cheeks heated up in response to the next order, she nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
Evie was hardly a stranger to nudity, but she was a little more insecure about her body and the way she was viewed as of late. It didn’t slow her from stripping, folding the clothes and putting them on top of her shoes before she turned to him and knelt down instinctively, placing her hands on her thighs lightly and allowing him to look her over.
Greggory watched the obedient slave undress, not taking his eyes away from what was belonging to him for the time being. She was a beautiful one, perfect curves and skin that ached to be marked up. “Very nice,” he said, giving her the praise she’d earned by being so obedient, knowing how to warm up a giving slave. She folded her clothing and waited to see how she’d kneel, and it was just what he wanted. Still, it was too soft and he strode towards her, swiftly taking her hair into his hand and tilted her head back roughly, “I’m going to make good use of you and you’re going to thank me and beg for more, aren’t you, darling?” he spoke as though it was obvious of her purpose, “Now crawl down the hall. Last door on the left is the playroom. You’ll see all my beautiful toys.”
reedpxrker:
Reed nodded when he was instructed to kneel by the sofa. Realizing he was alone, Reed took a moment to admire his surroundings. Careful fingers ran over the soft fabric of the couch as he passed it and found a suitable place to kneel. It was a few minutes before the master returned and when he did, he was kneeling just as he’d requested. The question threw him off a bit. Reed’s eyes flickered up to meet the man’s gaze for a moment as his hair was ruffled–the small gesture of affection seemed promising… But, usually this was the part when he was told what to do. “Well I-I’d hate to be presumptuous but I…” he chewed his lip in thought. “I think I’m here to pleasure you, sir.” The tone of his voice made his answer sound more like a question, but hopefully it was suitable.
Greggory continued to run his fingers through the slave’s hair, soothing him until he was ready to make use of him. He preferred to do things like way, come off as charming when he knew full well he was anything but that. He continued to sit at the sofa when the slave answered him. “I think you are correct and you want that, don’t you, darling?” he asked, full well he wanted the boy to be a good one for him. “You want to make me feel good about our time together, and I have no doubt that you’ll obey each of my whims.” With that, he gave his hair a firm tug to tilt his head back so he was looking up at him, “Now, undo my pants, darling.”
amber-wilmington:
Amber’s eyes lit up at the mention of Greggory using it on someone else, her mind beginning to wonder with possibilities. “Shame we are the only ones here, I would love to see a demonstration.” She purred back at him.
Greggory could see that he might’ve had the product sold, but there was nothing wrong with a little demonstration. “Oh, no. I have an employee stocking in the back,” he smirked, “She’s used to being put on display. Just a moment, darling.” He went to the back to gain access to the desired employee, tugging her out and to her knees by the collar on her throat. “What would you like to see? She’s quite willing to help.”
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Rhea paused when her heard the voice, swallowing. She didn’t around right away, almost like trying to steel herself before she finally stood up straight and turned to face him. “Since when do you even buy drinks? Usually you just worm yourself free ones by flashing a charming smile.”
Greggory knew his ex wouldn’t be happy to see him, but that amused him exponentially. He loved to rile her up and make her lose her normally pleasant demeanor. At one time, he’d been far too generous with her, and he loved to remind her of the fact. “That’s right, darling. I am incredibly charming,” he commented, walking up to her at a steady pace until he was standing behind her. His lips moved to her ear, whispering, “I believe that’s how I won you over, my darling.”
August was close to getting back on the road again. His apartment had been invaded by a couple and one of them was extremely hormonal and prone to yelling a lot lately it seemed. The wolf had never really known what to do around pregnant women and instead had been making himself a more permanent fixture at bars until he figured it was safe enough to return home. “Just having a beer” He stated when someone interrupted his moment of peace, figuring they were wanting to bother him for no good reason “Plain and simple” He assured, taking a swig from the bottle in front of him.
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Greggory walked into the bar and despite sniffing out the other, decided to sit nearby. He moved to the barstool, chuckling when he heard the other speak, smirking slightly. “Nothing wrong with a drink, darling,” he said in his usual charming tone. “Should I be sitting beside you for anything less than that?” he asked curiously, giving his order to the bartender and turned to the other. “How about you tell me what a lowly wolf is doing here?” he finally asked.
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evelineclark:
Her eyes did shut for a moment when he cupped her cheek, before opening again – though still partly lidded, so when she looked up at him as his breath washed over her lips, it was through her lashes. I bet you’d like to make me feel good though, wouldn’t you? The question might have broken the spell for others, but not for Evie. For someone who’d been taught her place was serving, it seemed like he was offering her a chance not to feel so lost.
She nodded, leaning in slightly as he leaned back, seeming to chase the feel of his body close to hers. “I would like to make you feel good, Sir.” Eveline breathed, a slight dash of colour rising to her cheeks. Him wanting her made her feel good, and she smiled hopefully at him. “Thank you, Sir.”
Greggory could see this one was going to be different than others he’d played and toyed with, considering how easily she agreed to be in his company. “That’s very good, darling,” he said smoothly, able to put on the charm, “Now, come along. I know you don’t want to keep me waiting for a lowly slave.” He beckoned her to follow closely as they walked the rest of the way to his home, not saying a word, to keep her in anticipation. “Shoes off,” he said when they were at the entrance and shut the door behind her. Turning to face her, he grinned mischievously, “Now, strip. Naked.”
reedpxrker:
His request had fallen on deaf ears and the master continued to drag him by his collar. It was likely he’d have bruising forming there tomorrow, and not the kind he liked. Though it wasn’t exactly comfortable, Reed knew to stay quiet and do as he was told. As they approached the other’s home, he kept up as best he could and tried not to stumble. Scum? The insult made the human frown. “Yessir…” Sure enough, as they entered, Reed wasted no time slipping off his shoes.
There was no doubt that Greggory was in one of his moods, and this slave was unfortunately in the wrong place at the wrong time. Once inside, he watched the slave remove his shoes and then Greggory gestured him to come close. “Kneel by the sofa,” he instructed, walking away with the belief that the other would obey as he’d said. He put on a pot of water for some tea, something to soothe himself and once it was done, poured a cup and walked back to the living area to meet the slave. “What do you think I’m going to do to you tonight, darling?” he asked, giving Reed’s hair a gentle ruffle, teasing in a way.