Part of her knew there was an open door policy but at the same time she never knew what chaos she could be walking into. She didn’t want to assume anything, nor she want to add any burden to any already stressful situation. But tonight --- tonight she just couldn’t be alone. So a faint smile crossed her face when he confirmed that she was welcome. Her eyes fluttered closed as the blanket fitted around her (it was more the act than the actual need for warmth). Taking a deep breath, she gave him a sort of shrug. “ ---- it’s nothing like that. No danger,” she assured him. “Just...a realization tonight of what I’ve lost and the fact that I am the only O’Connell left standing.”
eyes closed as she felt his lips against her skin , showering her in the affection she never imagined she’d get -- let alone from klaus mikaelson . she was safe . within the four walls of their bedroom , covered in his scent and kisses and everything . hayley felt safe . and that was the problem . her guard was down , so much so that she forgot the world . the violence , the havoc , the pain . klaus had the power to take it all away . and the day that they were stripped of the four safe walls surrounding them , hayley would be undoubtedly fucked . “ not complaining , ” she let out a soft sigh , eyes opening as she bit her lower lip for a moment . “ just saying . you’re there . no one’s ever done that before , at least not in a way that didn’t make me want to murder them , ” she chuckled , shifting slightly so that she could curl up against his body . @gloriousmurder /* cont .
Just a day back in her own body and she was already a MESS. But she had every reason to be. The form she’d taken for the past three months was dead, as was the child she carried, and right now Rebekah couldn’t bear to be alone. She clutched so desperately onto Klaus, tears spilling onto her cheeks faster than her sweet lover could wipe them away. There was nothing anyone could say to her to lift the heavy weight of guilt from her chest. So she turned away from him, focused her watery gaze on his shoulder. ❛ No, ❜ she breathed, so very fragile in the way she spoke, ❛ please stay with me. ❜ // @gloriousmurder from (x)
the test wasn’t all that necessary in reality. though it was still too faint for even klaus’ ears, she’d been hearing a heartbeat whenever she was in a quiet enough space for the past few days. the first time around, with hope, she knew only because of the witches. she was too stubborn, too preoccupied with being in a new city, to realize the changes that were happening with her body. but she was a hybrid now, one who was extremely in tune with her body, and she could just feel it. something had changed and it couldn’t have been worse timing. she was quiet about her fear, about all of her concerns for him, but that didn’t make how she felt any less real. klaus wasn’t finished fighting. the chance that he’d have to up and leave her again was still likely, and she barely survived it the first time around-- how was she expected to with a small child and an infant? or worse, he’d never get the chance to meet their baby because he’d have to go sooner than later. the thousands of different fucked up scenarios played out in her mind as klaus went off to get her the test. she was deep in thought, arms protectively crossed over her abdomen as she laid back on their bed, when klaus returned. “ that was quick, ” she mumbled, eyes still focused on the ceiling. “ did you get hope’s crackers? you’ve never seen a tantrum like the ones she can throw if she doesn’t have those crackers after nap time. ” @gloriousmurder / cont. from here
pin: for our muses to have sex up against a wall / door / window. (for Cami, if that's cool)
Cami felt the brick alley wall scrape against her back. It was sharp and thrilling in contrast to the solid heat of Klaus' body pressing into her from the front. She had stopped caring about discomfort thirty seconds ago, perhaps when she had sipped blood from the veins of a woman they had sent away. Perhaps it was around the time his mouth had found the curve of her throat and her higher reasoning functions that were already compromised from turning into a vampire that they had collectively resigned from their job.
Her hands were tangled in his hair. Cami wasn't embarrassed about this; she had always wanted to tug at the blonde curls of the hybrid king. "Klaus…" His name came out in a soft moan as her fingers gripped the soft strands of hair at the nape of his neck. She was holding him to her, and a thought flickered through her mind that this was happening here, and she'd let it.
She felt one of his hands splay against the small of her back, possessive and pushing her clothes away so he could feel her skin, even for a moment. Pressing her hips flush against his so there was no space between them, no confusion about what they both wanted. His other hand was braced against the wall beside her head; she could feel the way the brick cracked underneath his fingertips. He was holding himself back.
He didn't have to. She wasn't moving away from him; she was moving closer.
The scent of him filled her senses completely, old leather, expensive bourbon, blood, and something that was uniquely him. Something she had no vocabulary for, because not a single course in her educated life trained her for this. Nothing covered what to do when a thousand-year-old Original Hybrid backs you into an alley in the French Quarter and makes it very clear that he wants her. It was intoxicating.
His mouth was a brand against her neck, all teeth and tongue and devastating need. He was nibbling the sensitive skin just below her ear, and she couldn't stop the sound that escaped her throat. It was breathy and needy, a sound that she realized she had never made before now.
"Klaus… Please…"
She felt his mouth curve against his neck. She felt its shape, and that was enough for her to know he was smiling. He was pleased with himself. With the position they were in. Under any other circumstances, she would have said something about it, but now… In this moment… With his hand on the small of her back, the thought dissolved before it formed.
Every nerve ending was a livewire; she had known it would be like this, but knowing and feeling… Was something else. She arched into him. Her skirt had ridden up around her hips, and the cool night air brushed against the back of her thighs, but did nothing to cool her down. Maybe cool the two of them now. She's backed against the wall. His body against her. The city hums around them. She felt him kiss her where her neck hit her shoulder, "I… I want you…"
[ lit ] your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine .
“ thanks , ” she lifted the cigarette to her lips , perfectly aware of the fact that he was watching the entire time – surely proud of himself for sweeping in to save her yet again . little did klaus know , she wasn’t much of one to give a damn . “ nasty little habit i picked up on the mountains, ” she explained . “ it kept me warm . helped with the nerves . with the rage … ” she bit her lower lip as she gave him one last once over before moving further into his home . “ lots of old stuff . must be worth a fortune , not that money must matter to a zillion year old hybrid . ” she lifted the cigarette to her lips again , taking in another drag as she used her free hand to brush her fingers along some of the artwork he had . @gloriousmurder /* non-sexual acts of dominance meme
