"you’re no good for me"
"but baby, i want you, i want you, i want you"
pairings: klaus mikaelson x human fem!reader
warnings/tags: smut (18+), blood kink, blood sharing, unprotected sex (practice safe sex guys), creampie, needy klaus.
summary: you let klaus feed on you.
you'd expected him to be hungry. you just hadn't realized how ravenous he was, nor what drinking blood did to him.
"f-fuck, ah— c-careful," you gasped.
your voice echoed in the empty room, and his pleasurable grunts echoed with it. it was so dark that you could barely see a thing. you winced, again, from the strange new sensations surging through your body.
"ah— c-careful, klaus, please" you squeaked, it was the only sound that could escape your throat as he clamped your shoulder in his jaw. your neck was soaked, smeared in spit and blood, a leftover gift from when he had searched for the safest spot to drink.
he'd settled on the spot between your collarbone and neck, and there his teeth had sunk in.
with his fangs pierced right down to the bone and his lips bruising your skin, he continued to carefully suck your blood out and into his mouth. it felt like heaven, warm and wet sliding down his throat. to you it was a confusing mix of pleasure and pain.
"a-ah... is—is it, okay?" you whimpered.
klaus let out a low moan in response.
you couldn't move. you were clamped in his jaw, the jaw of a predator designed to keep its prey still, and his body was pinning yours to the cold wood of the floor.
to any passerby you would have looked terrifying. his body was obscured in the dark, appearing as just a hulking, bloody shadow, merging and distorting the outline of your own form; the visage of a monster in the night, consuming the body of a frightened human.
but that wasn't how you saw it. no, you were in the thralls of absolute delight.
one of his hands were on your waist, his fingers carefully drawing you up until you were held taut beneath his body, and the other hand was feverishly groping your tits.
he had torn your dress to feed and then tore a little further, leaving your skin bare right down to your ribs. he was squeezing, stroking, his thumb desperately massaging your nipple. he wanted to hear your whimpers, your soft jolts when he overstimulated that sensitive spot.
you felt him sink down between your legs, his hardened bulge thick and round as it nudged at your bare thigh. he was softly grinding it up against your panties.
you'd never do this, never. this wasn't like you at all. but you were doing it now.
you were mewled as he dry-humped your little body.
your breath was ragged, the soft puffs of condensation from your lips turned a ghostly white by the pale light.
feeding had always been a euphoric experience for him. but now, with you, it had become a full body orgasmic experience, feeding every positive stimulus in his brain and body.
every nerve in his body was on fire in the best way. his body was pulsing, pumping. his arms were covered in goosebumps, his dark hair standing on end, and his cock was painfully erect beneath his pants.
he needed relief. he needed more.
"mmm... mmm," his muffled groans got louder as he continued to feed.
his conscious brain was fighting those deep, vampiric urges, the need to indulge in pleasure no matter the consequences, but his subconcious was primal.
if he had his way he'd drain everything, slowly, all while pumping between your legs into your pretty little cunt, but he couldn't allow that.
you were a sweet, naïve thing, you'd just let him take you up here. your whimpers were heaven, but your softness was too pure for him to fully ruin.
so he forced himself to break a part from you.
he withdrew his fangs and pulled back, revealing the purple, bruised skin of your shoulder. he licked the wound clean before forcing himself away.
"please, please, if you—if you give me your wrist, i—i'll be done, and—"
klaus paused to pant, his lips still stained red. you watched your own blood drip down his chin.
"and, if i could... have you, in another way, it may help to, calm my urges" he said, his voice husky and dark. you watched his eyes glimmer a bright gold. "may i have you?"
"yes," you instinctively blurted, he lunged forward and kissed you. his lips were hard, rough, and you could taste the metallic sting of blood on them. when he pulled back he looked overjoyed.
"good. good. come here, love," he ordered.
you jolted as he dragged your body forward. he carefully tore a hole through your dress and panties with his bare hands.
you shuddered as the cold air hit your bare and slick-coated pussy, but klaus didn't leave you bare for long.
he roughly manhandled you onto the ground before stripping out his suit, allowing his already erect cock to fall down hard on your clit. the sight caused a small, surprised noise to escape your throat, one that he relished.
he was slow, deliberately distracting you with his cock as he raised your wrist to his mouth. he kept you captivated as he carefully slid it inch by inch down your swollen clit, letting you feel every inch.
the pleasure of sinking both his teeth and his cock into you at once was enough to make him physically shake.
with a soft grunt he penetrated both.
your words were turned to gibberish as he pushed his cock in deep, until his pelvis was perfectly squished up against you. the moment your blood hit his throat he started to pump.
you were inside him, and he was inside you. on that filthy, cold floor, you were his.
he started to push his cock in tandem with his teeth.
as his fangs gently shifted beneath the skin, as his lips sucked and bruised, his fat cock gently slipped in and out of your cunt. for such a furious feeder he was a surprisingly gentle lover.
he was terrifyingly strong, that much was clear up close. he bent your thighs until they ached, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he held you in place, and with each push you could feel the power he was holding back.
you felt him pumping, drawing out your precious blood while his cock ravaged you from inside. each delicious slip, each pulsing throb, every time you felt his cock twitching for attention against your creamy walls, it was unbearable.
you were whining, your heavy breathes producing less and less ghostly condensation. klaus was panting furiously with each thrust, his breath condensing like smoke as he huffed through his curled nose. he was lost in the pleasure, the urge, the need.
and between the tightness, the heat, the copious oozing slick squelching and pooling around his bare skin and dripping off his balls as they smacked against your ass, mixed with the sound of you whining and the fresh blood in his body, he couldn't last any longer.
with a single, muffled groan, klaus came inside of you. his blue eyes rolled back and his body began to buck, smacking your hips until they went numb.
just as he felt your hot blood filling his mouth you felt his thick seed pooling and squishing its way into your cunt, filling every available space. it started to seep out as he continued to hump your limp body, now hanging in sweat, hot pearly strings between his pelvis and your inner thighs.
he pumped inside you until he was utterly spent, his own head now hazy and light, and at last he released you. your wrist fell limp to the floor.
klaus coyly wiped his mouth on the back of his wrist before brushing your forehead. "are—are you alright?"
the relief he felt when you shakily nodded was unmatched.
"thank you," he murmured, his fingers lingering on your cheek. "you were... delicious."
Klaus Mikaelson x f!Reader – Headcanons (Crush Edition)
Request: hello can give me Klaus mikaelson x f!reader and Klaus has crush on reader friends with Mystic Falls group headcanons, please 🙏😊
Note: Hii 🥹 of course!! Here are Klaus Mikaelson x f!reader headcanons, with Klaus having a very obvious (but denied) crush, you being friends with the Mystic Falls group,
Klaus definitely notices you before he admits it to himself. You’re always around the Mystic Falls group, laughing with Elena, helping Bonnie, rolling your eyes at Damon and Klaus pretends you’re just another annoyance. He fails miserably at that.
He watches you constantly. From across the room, from the doorway, from the shadows. If you catch him staring, he scoffs or smirks like you were the one being strange.
He’s irrationally jealous when you’re close to anyone else, especially Stefan or Damon. He masks it with sarcasm, but the tension in his jaw gives him away every time.
Klaus insists he doesn’t care about you…yet somehow he always shows up when you’re in danger. Always. Too fast to be a coincidence.
He’s rough and sarcastic with everyone else, but noticeably softer with you. His voice drops when he speaks to you, his insults turn into teasing, and he never actually means them.
You’re not afraid of him, and that drives him insane in the best way. You talk back, challenge him, call him out when he’s being cruel. Instead of killing you for it, he finds himself smiling.
The Mystic Falls group notices before you do. Caroline gives you that look. Damon makes comments. Elijah raises an eyebrow. Klaus denies everything, loudly.
He pretends your friendship with the group annoys him, but secretly he likes that you’re loyal and brave. You stand by people you care about and that hits something deep and old inside him.
Klaus becomes subtly protective. If someone insults you, they don’t last long. If someone threatens you, Klaus’ wrath is immediate and terrifying.
When you’re hurt or upset, he loses control of his emotions. His voice softens, his hands hover like he wants to touch you but isn’t sure he’s allowed.
He gives you gifts “accidentally.” A painting he made and didn’t want. A rare book he “had lying around.” Jewelry he claims means nothing but he watches your reaction closely.
Late night conversations happen more often than either of you admit. Quiet moments, shared drinks, vulnerability slipping through the cracks. These are the moments Klaus falls hardest.
He struggles with the idea that someone good could care about him. That you see more than the monster. That scares him more than any enemy ever could.
When he finally admits his feelings, it’s intense, honest, and raw. No games. No manipulation. Just Klaus, standing there, telling you that you matter more than he ever planned to admit.
summary: you come back from your trip and have elijah wrapped around your finger
pairing: elijah mikaelson x fem! reader
words: 700
a/n: i love elijah
It was late in the afternoon when the grand doors swung open as you stepped inside, dropping your bags onto the floor with a soft thud, letting them know you were home.
“I’m back!” Your voice light and sweet as you made your way towards the living room, heels clicking against the floor. “Traffic was bad, remind me to use my vampire speed instead of a car.”
Inside the living room the usual scene awaited you; Kol was lounging on the sofa, flipping a coin between his fingers with an air of boredom. Klaus stood by the window, focused on his canvas, adding strokes of colours to his work. And Elijah sat in his favourite chair, ever so composed as he scanned the newspaper, a glass of amber bourbon in his hand.
Kol barely looked up but his voice coated with amusement as soon as he opened his mouth. “Back so soon? I was hoping for a few more days of peace. New York City that boring?”
“Depends on how you define boring, Kol. I was a blast, the city on the other hand couldn’t handle me—Maybe I should go to LA?” You trailed on. “Why? Miss me that much?”
Klaus smirked but didn’t stray from his canvas. “Depends. Did you bring us souvenirs, love?”
You placed your hand over your mouth, pretending to be shocked. “Oh, no I forgot the ‘World’s Best Sibling’ mugs.”
Kol snorted, tossing the coin into the air. “Might as well has brought back a halo for Elijah while you're at it.”
You turned towards Elijah, who had yet to acknowledge the playful banter, his eyes still scanning the newspaper. You walked around his chair, placing a soft kiss on his neck. "You’re awfully quiet."
Elijah flipped a page, unbothered. "I was merely enjoying the silence before you lot turned this house into a marketplace."
You grinned, leaning down to wrap your arms around his shoulders. “So broody.” You removed your arms from his frame and straightened your back, dramatically stretching your arms before turning towards the grand staircase. “I’m gonna go shower,” you said, turning around to lock eyes with Elijah as a smile formed on your face. “Come and join me?”
Silence.
Elijah lowered the newspaper from his gaze, head slightly tilted as his eyes sent an undeniable thrill down your spine. But it wasn’t just Elijah who stopped. Klaus had stopped mid stroke, and Kol caught his coin. Both brothers were staring at Elijah with barely restrained amusement.
Elijah exhaled, setting the newspaper aside with measured grace. Then, with complete sincerity, he spoke: "Darling, you know I keep a dagger hidden in this house." He paused, his voice smooth but firm. "If I ever say no to that question, I want you to dagger me."
You beamed.
Kol let out a low whistle, shaking his head. “Well, that’s one way to prove devotion.”
Klaus smirked, continuing his painting. “Careful, brother. Keep this up, and we might start thinking you’ve gone soft.”
Elijah didn’t spare them a glance. He had already risen from his chair, his full attention on you as your hand reached for his as he followed your lead. You turned, heading toward the stairs with a satisfied sway in your step, knowing full well Elijah was right behind you.
Kol leaned back, a wicked grin playing on his lips. “Think they’ll actually shower?”
Warnings: fluff! a little spicy if you squint at it <3
Word count: 4.4k (whoopsie)
Masterlist | Jeremy’s Playlist
Tyler Lockwood really didn’t know how to throw a small party.
The mansion was packed — people spilling out into the backyard, the music thumping loud enough to feel in your chest. Fairy lights twinkled from the trees, and the bonfire crackled somewhere in the distance. It would’ve been perfect… if it wasn’t so cold.
You hadn’t exactly dressed for the weather. When you left the house, it had been warm enough for a cute top and jeans, but the night air had turned sharp, and now you were regretting everything. Hugging your arms around yourself, you tried to focus on the party — on the laughter, the music, the people dancing in the grass — but your teeth were on the verge of chattering.
“You okay?”
You looked up, and there was Jeremy, appearing at your side like he always did when you needed him. His dark hair was a little messy, his hands tucked into the front pocket of his hoodie and his eyes flicked over you with that familiar mix of concern and softness.
“Yeah,” you said, trying to play it cool even though you were visibly shivering. “Just… you know. Little cold.”
Jeremy didn’t say anything — just raised an eyebrow in that way he did when he wasn’t buying your nonsense. And then, without a word, he pulled his sweatshirt over his head and held it out to you.
“Take it.”
You blinked up at him. “Jeremy, you’ll freeze—”
“I’m not the one who’s turning into an icicle,” he teased, his eyes twinkling. “Come on. Just put it on.”
You hesitated for maybe half a second — and then the wind kicked up again, and you weren’t about to let pride keep you from warmth. You slipped the hoodie over your head, and the second it settled around you, your whole body relaxed.
It was warm. And soft. And it smelled like Jeremy — like pine and soap and something you couldn’t quite place but was undeniably him. The sleeves were so long they fell past your hands, and the hem brushed the middle of your thighs. You tugged the hood up, half to hide the fact that you were blushing and half because you didn’t want to take it off.
Jeremy watched you with a barely hidden smile. “Better?”
“Way better,” you mumbled, tugging the oversized sleeves over your fingers.
He grinned, and you noticed the way his eyes softened when they lingered on you. “Told you.”
For the rest of the night, you didn’t take it off. You stayed close to Jeremy — partly because you were warmer with him next to you, but mostly because… well, you just wanted to.
At some point, you ended up by the bonfire. Jeremy’s arm stretched along the back of the bench behind you, and when the wind kicked up again, you felt him shift closer until his shoulder brushed yours and stayed there. At some point, his hand found its way to yours inside of the hoodie sleeve, sending a rush of butterflies through your chest.
“You know,” you teased, “now you’re the one who’s gonna freeze.”
Jeremy smiled, his dimples showing. “I’ll survive.” His voice dipped softer, the firelight dancing across his face. “Besides… you look better in it than I do.”
Your face went warm, and it wasn’t from the fire. You ducked your head again. “Jeremy—”
“What?” he laughed, his knee bumping against yours. “It’s true.”
The fire crackled softly in front of you, and the night air was still cold. But with Jeremy’s hoodie wrapped around you and his hand loosely tangled with yours inside the oversized sleeve, you barely noticed.
Neither of you spoke for a while, the music from the party fading into the background. You watched the flames dance, but your mind was fixated on the way his thumb brushed lightly over your knuckles. Slow and soft. Like he didn’t even realize he was doing it.
“You’re quiet,” Jeremy said eventually, his voice low and warm. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”
You smiled, though you didn’t look at him. “Just… thinking.”
“About?”
You hesitated, because how were you supposed to admit that your thoughts were mostly about him? About the way his hoodie smelled like him, the way his hand fit so perfectly around yours, the way he always noticed when you needed him without you even having to say a word.
“Nothing important,” you teased instead, glancing up at him with a little grin.
Jeremy rolled his eyes, but there was a soft curve to his lips. “Sure.” His gaze dipped down, taking in the sight of you in his sweatshirt, and his smile grew. “Y’know, you could keep it. If you want.”
Your heart skipped. “What, the hoodie?”
“Yeah.” He shrugged like it was no big deal, but there was a hint of pink dusting his cheeks. “I kinda like seeing you in it.”
You opened your mouth, but no words came out. Because what were you supposed to say to that? Your face went warm, your fingers tightening around his without thinking.
“You’re blushing,” Jeremy teased, his voice dipping lower.
“Shut up,” you muttered, tugging the hood lower over your face to hide the fact that he was absolutely right.
He laughed softly, and before you could react, his hand let go of yours just so he could tug the hood back, brushing your hair away from your face. “Don’t hide,” he murmured, his voice gentle. “I like looking at you.”
That did nothing to help the whole blushing situation.
You were sure your heart was going to beat right out of your chest. And then, because your brain apparently wasn’t fully functioning, you whispered, “You’re being awfully sweet tonight.”
Jeremy’s smile softened. “Maybe I’ve got a good reason.”
Your breath caught. “Yeah? What’s that?”
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, his fingers brushed against your cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. The air around you felt warmer, like the fire had crept closer, and you were suddenly very aware of how close he was.
“You should wear my stuff more often,” he said softly, his eyes flickering down to the hoodie you were practically swimming in. “Kinda like knowing you’re warm because of me.”
You were definitely not breathing anymore.
And then — because Jeremy Gilbert was apparently trying to kill you with sweetness — he pulled the sleeve of his hoodie back over your hand, his fingers brushing against yours in the process. “There,” he said softly. “All cozy now.”
You swallowed hard, your voice barely above a whisper. “Jeremy…”
He smiled — that soft, warm, perfect smile — and his eyes searched yours like he was waiting for something. And maybe you would’ve said something, maybe you would’ve done something…
But then someone called Jeremy’s name from across the yard, and the moment broke. He sighed, his thumb brushing your hand one last time. “I should probably go see what that’s about.” You nodded, trying not to look as disappointed as you felt. But before he stood, Jeremy squeezed your hand. “Don’t go anywhere, okay?”
“Okay.”
You watched Jeremy disappear into the crowd, your heart still hammering from the way he had just looked at you, the way his fingers had lingered, the way his voice had turned soft and warm like you were the only person that mattered.
The hoodie still smelled like him. That stupid, wonderful mix of cologne and something distinctly Jeremy. You curled further into it, biting your lip to keep from smiling too much.
“Hey, you.”
The voice was familiar, slightly slurred, and way too close for comfort. You knew Matt was drunk before he even sat down next to you. He plopped down on the stone bench, his blue eyes glassy and unfocused. The scent of beer clung to him.
“Hey, Matt. What’s up?” You smiled at his state, knowing he didn’t usually get this drunk at parties. He was usually the DD. It was good for him to have some fun once in a while.
“You’re cute, you know that?” he murmured, his breath tinged with booze.
Your stomach twisted. Maybe he was having too much fun.
“Matt, you’re drunk,” you said lightly, shifting away, but his arm wrapped around the back of your shoulders lazily.
“‘M not that drunk,” he mumbled, a grin on his face.
Matt wasn’t usually like this. Sure, he could be flirty, but it was always in a friendly, harmless way. But this? The way his knee knocked against yours, the way his arm stretched out behind you, the way his words were just a little too slow and a little too bold? This wasn’t Matt.
You glanced around, hoping to see someone you knew nearby, but the party was still in full swing, and no one was paying attention. Even the couple across the fire from you were sucking faces.
“I mean it,” Matt continued, his voice dipping lower. “You look… really good.”
He reached out, tugging lightly at the sleeve of Jeremy’s hoodie. “Even in this thing. What, Gilbert let you steal his clothes now?” He smirked. “Kinda cute, actually.”
You swallowed, resisting the urge to shrink back. “Yeah, well… I was cold.”
Matt chuckled, shaking his head. “You don’t need his hoodie. I’d keep you warm if you’d asked.”
This was wrong. You weren’t scared, exactly, but you were uncomfortable. This wasn’t the Matt you knew—this was just the alcohol talking. But that didn’t make it any easier to deal with.
You tensed, every instinct telling you to leave—
And then, suddenly, Matt was gone.
You barely had time to register that Jeremy’s hand was fisted in Matt’s shirt, yanking him off the bench.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Jeremy’s voice was low but furious.
Matt stumbled, blinking up at him in hazy confusion. “Dude—what?”
Jeremy shoved him back, not hard enough to knock him down, but hard enough. “Back off.”
Matt scoffed, swaying slightly. “Relax, man, we were just—”
“No,” Jeremy’s body tensed up immediately. His jaw tightened, and his hands balled into fists, clearly trying to contain himself. His gaze hardened as he stepped forward, eyes locking with Matt's. The tension in the air thickened, and his voice cut through it like a knife when he spoke to Matt. “You’re drunk, getting in her space, and not taking the hint.” His entire body was radiating anger. “So I’ll say it again—back off.”
Matt let out an annoyed huff, throwing his hands up in surrender. “Alright, alright. Whatever.”
Jeremy didn’t move until Matt turned and disappeared into the crowd. Only then did he let out a slow breath, his hands still clenched into fists.
You were still frozen in place, heart racing—not from Matt anymore, but from Jeremy.
The look in his eyes when he turned to you wasn’t just frustration. It was something deeper. Something messy.
“You okay?” he asked, voice softer now.
You nodded slowly. “Yeah.”
Jeremy exhaled, scrubbing a hand through his hair.
“I was fine,” you attempted to reassure him.
Jeremy gave you a look, and you sighed.
“Okay, maybe not totally fine,” you admitted.
His lips pressed into a thin line. He was still pissed—you could see it in the tension in his shoulders, the way he kept flexing his fingers like he was forcing himself to relax.
And yet, beneath all of that, there was something else.
Something that made your stomach flutter.
You tugged at the sleeves of his hoodie, still wrapped around you, trying to ground yourself. Jeremy only shook his head, running a hand over his face. “C’mon,” he muttered, turning toward the edge of the property. “Let’s get out of here.”
The walk away from the party was quiet.
Jeremy still looked tense, his gaze fixed ahead, hands shoved deep into his pockets. You wondered if he was replaying what had happened—if he was still fighting the urge to go back and deck Matt for good measure.
You hesitated, then stepped closer, bumping your arm lightly against his. “You don’t have to be so mad.”
Jeremy let out a breath through his nose but stayed quiet. Your heart did a stupid little flip. You stopped walking, grabbing his wrist to stop him. “Jeremy.”
He sighed, finally looking at you, his expression softer now, but conflicted.
For a long moment, there’s nothing but silence between you two, stretching out like a wall you’re not sure how to break through. Then, his eyes met yours. There’s a softness in them; a crack in his usually guarded exterior. He opens his mouth, and his voice comes out quieter than you expected, barely above a whisper. “I don’t like seeing guys act like that with you.” The admission, so raw and unguarded, catches you off guard. It’s a side of him you didn’t expect, vulnerable and honest in a way he hadn’t been before.
Jeremy quickly looked away again, staring down at the pavement like he regretted saying anything.
Silence stretched between you.
You bit your lip, warmth curling in your chest.
“You know,” you mused, voice teasing but gentle, “for someone who keeps trying to hide his feelings, you’re really bad at it.”
Jeremy huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head.
This time, you definitely caught the faintest hint of a smile before he ducked his head, his ears just barely tinged pink.
“Just shut up and keep walking,” he muttered.
You grinned.
And you did.
The quiet walk away from the party took you back to Jeremy’s house, neither of you speaking much.
Jeremy’s hands were still shoved in his pockets, his jaw tight. But the tension between you hadn’t disappeared. If anything, it had shifted—turning into something heavier. Something unspoken.
By the time you reached the Gilbert house, the air between you was thick with it.
Jeremy pushed open the front door, stepping inside first. The house was dark and silent—Elena must not be home yet.
You hesitated in the doorway, suddenly unsure. “I should probably—”
“Stay.”
Jeremy’s voice was quiet, but firm.
Your heart skipped.
He turned to look at you, his eyes dark, his expression unreadable. “Just for a little while.”
You swallowed, stepping inside. Jeremy shut the door behind you.
The air felt different in here; warmer, heavier. Maybe it was just because the outside chill had faded. Maybe it was because your heart was racing.
Jeremy let out a long breath, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck before looking at you again. His eyes flickered down—just briefly—to where his hoodie still hung loosely on your frame.
You hugged it closer, suddenly hyper-aware of how it smelled like him.
“You want something to drink?” Jeremy asked, his voice rougher than before.
You shook your head. “I’m okay.”
Silence stretched between you again.
You knew you should say something light, something normal, to break the tension, but your brain wasn’t cooperating.
Because Jeremy was looking at you like that again.
Like he was fighting something.
Like he was dangerously close to losing.
Your pulse jumped.
Jeremy exhaled sharply and turned away, running a hand through his hair. “You shouldn’t let guys talk to you like that,” he muttered, his voice tighter than before.
“I didn’t let Matt do anything,” you pointed out, watching him carefully.
Jeremy huffed. “I know. I just…” His shoulders tensed, his hands clenching at his sides. “It pissed me off.”
You swallowed. “Yeah. I noticed.”
Jeremy let out a breath through his nose. “I don’t want guys thinking they can just—” He cut himself off, shaking his head. “I don’t want him thinking that.”
The air felt impossibly thick.
You took a cautious step closer. “Jeremy.”
He turned, eyes locking onto yours, and that was when you saw it.
The frustration, the tension, the lingering anger from earlier. But mostly, you saw how much he wanted you.
Something in your chest tightened.
You barely had time to process it before he was suddenly right in front of you, his fingers brushing the hem of his hoodie where it hung loosely over your thighs.
“Looks better on you than it does on me,” he murmured, his voice low and rough.
You let out a soft, breathless laugh, your pulse quickening. “You said that already.”
His fingers curled into the fabric, his proximity almost overwhelming. You could feel the warmth of him, the faint scent of his cologne mingling with the lingering hint of beer from the party.
His eyes flickered down to your lips.
Your breath hitched.
And then—finally—his lips were on yours.
It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t hesitant.
It was heat and frustration, all the pent-up feelings spilling over in an instant.
His hands slid to your waist, pulling you closer as he pressed you back against the hallway wall. You barely had time to react before he was crowding into your space, his body pressing against yours.
You tangled your fingers into the front of his shirt, pulling him closer, as his groan vibrated against your lips. His grip on your waist tightened like he was afraid to let go, his desperation evident.
Maybe he needed to prove something to himself.
Maybe he needed to prove that you were his.
Maybe he was done pretending otherwise.
Your heart hammered, and a warmth bloomed deep in your stomach as you kissed him back, eager, breathless.
Jeremy finally pulled back just enough to look into your eyes. His gaze was dark and intense, something dangerous lurking beneath the surface.
“I meant what I said,” he murmured, his voice rough.
You swallowed, your breath still unsteady. “About what?”
His grip on your waist tightened, pulling you closer.
“About not wanting other guys to think they can have you.”
A shiver ran down your spine, but you refused to look away, locking eyes with him as you bit your lip.
“And what if I don’t want them?” you teased, voice barely a whisper, daring him.
His eyes flickered, his fingers tilting your chin upward as his thumb brushed over your bottom lip.
“Then you should probably tell me who you do want,” he murmured.
Your stomach flipped, your heart thudding in your chest as you met his gaze, your voice low, barely a whisper.
“You.”
Jeremy’s eyes darken and his hands move to your waist, lifting you effortlessly. You gasp into the kiss as your feet leave the ground, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you closer. The motion is quick, almost instinctual, and you can't help but wrap your arms around his neck, holding on as he walks toward the stairs. His lips trail down to your jaw, kissing you in soft, heated bursts as he ascends, each step a reminder that this is real, that you’re here in his arms.
The warmth of his body against yours, the feeling of his lips moving against your skin, it makes everything else feel distant, like nothing else matters but the two of you. His lips press against your neck, and the sensation sends a shiver through your spine, your heart pounding in your chest.
By the time you reach the top of the stairs, his lips are back on yours, hungry but still gentle. He turns and kicks the door open to his room with his foot, never breaking the kiss. You feel the soft cotton of his hoodie wrap around you more securely as he carries you over the threshold and toward his bed.
As he reaches the edge of the bed, he gently lowers you onto the soft blankets, his lips lingering against yours for just a moment longer before he pulls back. His hands slide to your waist, making sure you're settled comfortably. The bed creaks slightly under your weight, but you hardly notice, lost in the depth of his gaze as he looks down at you, eyes dark with desire, but softened by something tender.
He hovers above you, his thumb brushing along your cheek as he leans down and kisses you again, slower this time, savoring every moment. His voice is barely a whisper, heavy with emotion, "I’ve wanted this... you, for so long."
His hands slid under the hem of the hoodie he’d given you, brushing the bare skin of your back, sending a shiver down your spine. You barely had time to react before he was kissing you again, slower this time, more deliberate.
Like he wasn’t just proving a point anymore. He was making a promise.
Jeremy’s hands were everywhere, his lips trailing down your jaw, kissing the side of your neck as if he were trying to memorize you, claim you in the most intimate way. Every touch sent a spark through your body, every kiss deepening the hunger you felt, the desire you’d never been able to name.
“Jer,” you breathed, your voice trembling.
Jeremy pulled back slightly. His lips moved down your neck, a trail of heat in their wake, and you shivered under his touch. His hands roamed lower, brushing below the waistline of your jeans, his touch careful, testing how far you were willing to go.
The tension was unbearable, but neither of you wanted to break it.
"Jeremy," you whispered again, your voice a mix of desire and hesitation.
He pulled back slightly, his lips just a breath away from yours. His gaze was dark, his pupils dilated as if he were barely holding on. "Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice strained.
You met his eyes, heart pounding in your chest. “Are you?” you whispered, grinning up at him.
Something shifted in his expression—a flicker of vulnerability—you both knew there was no turning back.
"Yeah," he breathed, his hands pulling you closer. "I’m sure."
You didn’t want to stop.
The world around you faded away as your lips met his again, desperate, fervent, as if this was the only thing that mattered. The kiss is deeper, pulling you closer as his tongue gently brushes against your lips. You don’t hesitate to respond, your breath mingling with his as his kiss grows more insistent, coaxing you into the moment. His tongue moves slowly, carefully, exploring.
The air between you is thick with desire, charged with something neither of you wanted to deny. Slowly, his shirt tugged up and was pulled over his head, and you could feel the warmth of his chest press against you. He pulled away slightly, his breath heavy as he looked at you—his lips swollen from the intensity of your kiss.
His hands slide up your back, this time pushing the hoodie off your shoulders, and it falls to the floor without either of you acknowledging it. His lips moved back down your neck, each kiss leaving a mark, a promise that you would both carry with you.
"God, you're killing me," Jeremy murmured, his voice strained with barely restrained desire.
Your heart thundered, and you leaned forward, capturing his lips with your own, placing your hands on both sides of his face.
You could feel the intensity building, each movement more frantic as you tried to pull him closer, your fingers trailing down his chest. Jeremy’s hands roamed lower, his touch teasing, brushing against the waistband of your jeans before his lips moved to your collarbone, kissing with intent, leaving marks.
But then—
You both froze.
The sound of the front door closing downstairs reached you, followed by the muffled sound of voices.
Jeremy tensed immediately, his breath catching in his throat. You pulled back slightly, eyes darting to the door as the voices filtered up the stairs.
“Do you hear that?” Jeremy muttered, his voice thick with frustration.
You nodded, feeling the pressure of the moment slip through your fingers. His hands slowly dropped from your waist, and the tension between you thickened.
“My sister’s home,” he murmured, his voice tight. “I don’t—” He didn’t finish the sentence, but you could feel his hesitation, his conflict.
You stayed silent for a beat, just staring at him, chest still rising and falling with every breath. His gaze flickered between you and the door, but he didn’t move closer. He stayed a respectful distance away, the space between you now thick with unspoken words.
“I don’t want this to end,” you whispered, your hand brushing his chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath your fingertips.
He glanced down at your hand, then back up at you. “Me either,” he confessed, his voice soft but rough.
But the distance between you both lingered, the moment shifting as reality encroached once again. You smiled softly, your fingers brushing his jaw as you locked eyes with him.
Jeremy let out a frustrated sigh, resting his forehead against yours for a second before reluctantly pulling away. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his hands still gripping your waist like he wasn't ready to let go.
You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the lingering ache of want as you tried to sit up. "I should probably go," you murmured, voice barely above a whisper.
Jeremy's hand caught yours before you could move. "Wait," he said softly, his fingers tightening around yours. His eyes, still dark with unspoken emotions, searched yours. "Stay. Just for a little while."
You hesitated, heart hammering as you looked at him. His shirt was still off, his hair messily tousled from your hands, lips swollen from your kisses. But beneath all of that, there was something deeper in his gaze, something raw, pleading.
Wordlessly, you nodded.
Jeremy exhaled, as if relieved, and gently pulled you back onto the bed. He wrapped an arm around you, tucking you close against him, his bare skin warm against yours. His heartbeat was steady now, a comforting rhythm beneath your palm as your fingers traced lazy circles over his chest.
Neither of you spoke. You didn’t need to.
His fingers skimmed up and down your back, slow and soothing, as your body relaxed against him. The tension from before still lingered in the air, but now it was softer, quieter. You felt the weight of his arm drape over your waist, pulling you just a little closer.
Eventually, your breathing evened out, your body melting into his warmth. Jeremy felt it happen, the moment you gave in, the way your grip on him loosened as sleep took over.
He didn’t move, didn’t dare disturb the moment.
Instead, he pressed a slow, lingering kiss to the top of your head, holding you just a little tighter.
"Just for a little while," he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath.
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synopsis: You loved Stefan. Why else would date him and stay by his side for years? But even if both of you were vampires (and you were the more dominant in bed), you loved pushing his buttons. And loved the monster he kept on a tight leash.
WARNING:
18+ SMUT AHEAD
Everyone in Mystic Falls assumed you were the one in charge between you and Stefan. You were louder, brasher, and quicker to grab what you wanted. You didn’t hide the fact that you were the one who usually pressed Stefan against the wall, who left him trembling from your bite. The town whispered about the two of you, but the verdict was always the same.
You’re the top and Stefan’s the pretty bottom who let you have your way.
Which was true.
Most of the time.
That’s exactly why you loved pushing him. Because nothing was sweeter than when Stefan’s self control cracked, and he showed you just how dangerous he could be.
Tonight, you’d been insufferable on purpose. Ignoring his advice on hunting, spending unnecessary time with Damon , even taunting him about how restrained he was. By the time the two of you were alone, Stefan’s patience had evaporated.
“Enough.” he snapped, slamming you against the wall with speed, his forearm pressed to your chest. His green eyes were now black with veins snaking under them. You smirked, fangs sliding down in challenge.
“What’s wrong, babe? Finally gonna admit I get under your skin?”
Stefan’s lips curled but not in amusement. “You think I don’t see what you’re doing? You want me to break. You want me to show you I can tame you.”
Your smirk grew larger. “Maybe I do.”
That was all it took. In a blur, Stefan’s hand closed around your throat, slamming you harder into the wall. His fangs grazed your jaw but didn't bite. “You forget,” Stefan growled, pressing a thigh between yours, “I’m not some human you can toy with. I can put you on your knees before you even think to blink.”
Your instincts roared to fight back, but, God, the look in his eyes, the raw claiming in his voice, had you standing still. “Do it then. Show me what happens when you actually grow a spine.”
Stefan didn’t hesitate.
His hand tightened just enough to make your breath catch. You could feel every flex of muscle, every pulse of hunger trembling through him.
“On your knees.” he ordered, voice low and ruined.
However, you didn’t move an inch. So Stefan forced you on your knees. “There we go. Was wondering when the real you would show up.”
Stefan yanked your head back by your hair and kissed you. Hard, sloppy, fangs dragging your lower lip until you tasted blood. His bloodlust hit like fire, his hand sliding to the back of your neck as he shoved you further between his thighs.
“No talking,” he growled. “You’ve done enough of that tonight.”
Your laugh vibrated against his skin, and he groaned, irritation and desire tangled into something explosive. Taking pity on him, you unbuttoned his jeans and dragged them down his legs, your tongue trailing down the inside of his thigh. Stefan’s breath hitched, his fingers tightening in your hair as you nipped at the muscle there, close but not where he wanted.
“You’re still testing me. Even now.”
You looked up at him from your knees, lips parted, pupils blown wide. “Maybe I like seeing how long it takes before you break.”
Stefan pulled your head back, making your spine make an exquisite arch. “Open.” and you did.
His other hand cupped your jaw, thumb stroking once, before he guided your mouth onto his dick. The first sound he made was a groan, something deep and involuntary, his hips jerking despite his effort to stay composed. Your hands slid up his thighs. You hollowed your cheeks, took him deeper, and Stefan’s head dropped back, eyes fluttering shut.
“Fuck—” He caught himself, jaw tightening as he forced his gaze back down to you, watching every movement. “God, you look so—”
You smirked (or at least tried), but it seemed Stefan got the message as he let out a growl that vibrated through the room. Grabbing your hair, he thrust into your mouth with the kind of pace that said you started the fire and he was going to burn you with it.
Your eyes watered. Your nails dug into his hips. You moaned around him and he shuddered. Just when the tension in his grip shifted, just when you felt the tremor that meant he was close, Stefan yanked you up by your hair, dragging you to your feet and threw you onto the bed.
You bounced, breath knocking out of your chest, and barely had a second to compose yourself before he was on top of you, lips crashing into yours.
"You want me to grow a spine?" He whispered, ripping your shirt in half like it was tissue before doing the same to your pants and underwear. "You'll beg for mercy before I'm done."
He grabbed your hips and dragged you flush against him, your back arching instinctively. His claws of restraint were gone. Every muscle in his body was coiled, trembling with the effort not to simply tear you apart with hunger and want.
You laughed. Breathless, dizzy and already half gone.
“I’d like to see you try—”
He thrust into you in one sharp, overwhelming push that stole the rest of the sentence from your lungs. Your head fell back, mouth open, a broken sound caught in your throat.
“Still talking,” Stefan snarled, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand like it required no effort at all. “Still running your mouth.”
You clenched around him, voice wrecked. “You—love—it.”
His eyes went black. “I love shutting you up.”
He snapped his hips forward and you swore the world went white at the edges. Stefan wasn’t gentle not even close. He drove into you with the kind of rhythm that said he had held back for weeks, letting you push and tease and needle him just to see how far you’d go.
Now you knew.
Your back scraped the sheets with each thrust, your legs locking around his hips, pulling him deeper. Your fangs grazed his shoulder in a wild attempt to ground yourself. “Look at you. Falling apart because I’m finally giving you what you fucking wanted.”
You tugged at his trapped hand, desperate to touch him. “Stefan—”
“Beg.”
Your body reacted before your pride did. Hips rolling up to meet him, back arching, breath shaking apart into a helpless moan. He leaned down, forehead pressing to yours, his lips brushing your mouth but not kissing.
“Say it. Say you want me. Say you need me. Say I’m the one who breaks you.”
The words lodged in your throat. Not because they weren’t true, but because they were. And Stefan knew it. Your voice came out rough, trembling, no arrogance left to hide behind.
“Stefan, please.”
His expression changed. Something bright and devastating flashed across his face. “There he is,” Stefan whispered. “My beautiful ruin.”
Then he bit.
His fangs sank into your neck and your body shattered around him. You came with a gasp that sounded like surrender and victory all at once, your fingers clawing at his back, holding him in as he pinned you down and fucked you through the aftermath.
He followed seconds later, groaning into your throat, his grip on your wrists loosening. The room fell quiet except for the sound of your breathing. And then, Stefan softened.
His lips brushed the bite mark he’d made, slow and careful. His eyes shifted back to warm green. His hand released your wrists only to lace his fingers with yours. “You okay?”
You let out a tired, dazed laugh. “There he is. My sweet boy.”
Stefan’s mouth curved, small and shy. “You push me on purpose.”
“Obviously.”
“You’re going to do it again.”
“Of course.”
Stefan sighed, exasperated and hopelessly in love, before putting his forehead against yours. “God help me.”
Kinktober Day Eight: Primal Play with Klaus Mikaelson
Word Count: 4348
Summary: Teasing Klaus in an attempt to get his attention off his painting brings out his instincts to have you as the wolf inside him wishes.
Warnings: Primal Play, Chasing(basically sexy hidenseek), Blood Kink, Blood Sharing, Scent Kink, Unprotected PnV, Creampie, Clothed PnV, Teasing, Established Relationship, Some f!Masturbation, Some Cockwarming, Using Kol to Manipulate Klaus(Daniel Sharman!Kol bc he’s the best), One Mention of a Sex Toy, Nicknames(love, sweetheart.)
I’m obsessed with this one🫣 Photos edited together by me
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The first time Klaus ever caught onto your scent he nearly tripped over his own feet. The wind had picked it up and carried it to him like the moment was ordained by nature herself. Even before you two officially started dating, he would catch himself discreetly inhaling your scent any time he was near you. He couldn't control it now that you were his especially on days like this when you would get all needy and desperate. As soon as you walked into his studio he could tell what you were up to, the smell of your arousal finding his nostrils within seconds of your arrival. You were ovulating, and you knew he could smell it on you, giving you the assumption that getting him to focus on you would be relatively easy. Even if he wasn't blessed with the enhanced senses of a hybrid, he would have been able to tell. You were prancing around the compound in his favorite of your dresses, one that fit your body perfectly and let the smell of you waft his way every time it moved.
“Klaus?” You practically sang in a sweet voice, checking on his painting by leaning into his side much more than necessary, letting him get a whiff of your freshly washed hair as he pressed a too soft kiss onto your cheek.
“Yes Love?” He kept his voice steady and disinterested, feigning a distracted look at his almost completed painting.
“Are you almost done?” You asked with a steady voice, trying to keep your composure despite wanting the man in front of you to take you right on the table.
“Not quite.” Klaus hummed and looked at you for only a second, training his eyes on your face in spite of your clear attempts to show off your cleavage. You whined, begging for his attention with your eyes that he so clearly kept avoiding. Instead of getting bitter right away you back off, flopping on the love seat with a perfect view of his painting, a view that was designated just for you. You let your eyes wander his frame, his fingers that were marked with paint conjuring images in your head of your skin smeared with those same colors. His shoulders were squared, eyes focused entirely on his painting that, to you, looked to be done. Or at least good enough for now. Your mouth watered at the flex of his hand and forearm as he left behind delicate brush strokes, the dampness of your underwear only getting worse with each second your eyes stayed on him.
You loved it when he let you watch him work. Watching his concentrated face and perfect posture as he built worlds on canvas was one of your favorite pastimes despite your current impatience. Klaus felt your eyes digging into every part of him they could see, undressing him in your mind and tempting him to give in to your desires. Instead a smirk grew on his face while he prepared to draw this out as long as possible, “Do you think it’s coming along nicely?” He asked, knowing full well you were not giving the art even a second glance.
“Hm?” Klaus laughed, turning around just in time to catch your eyes darting from him to his canvas, “I mean it looks really good Klaus, one of your best.”
“You know, if you do not care for my art I don’t think you should be allowed in my studio any longer.” He stated it so matter of factly that for a second you were genuinely offended, a frown quickly creasing your brow at his tease.
“I do care about your art,” You huffed, rolling your eyes and watching as he turned right back to his canvas, “I just wish you would care more about me than that painting.” You dared to grumble under your breath, knowing he would hear you, and knowing he would not like it. Klaus’ movements stilled, his brush tip now still against the canvas while only his head turned slightly in your direction.
“What was that?” His voice was darker and more demanding, sending shivers down your spine as you looked up at him with awe.
“Hm? Nothing.” You said with an almost innocent smile, quickly tugging your knees into your chest and stifling a laugh with your lip between your teeth.
“Yeah that’s what I thought.” He states simply before continuing the stroke of his brush exactly where he left off.
“Maybe you could paint me one of these days?” Klaus hears your voice slip into an even more provocative tone, but his eyes remain glued to his painting much to your dismay.
“I already have Love, many times actually.” Klaus smiled at the fond memories of the first time he had, you huffing, sitting in a chair older than your great grandparents and asking how much longer every ten minutes while he had worked on the portrait of you that now proudly hangs in the main hall of the Mikaelson compound, with the rest of his family.
“I meant in a different way,” You sigh, working your fingers up the skirt of your dress slow enough that you knew he could hear what you were doing, “A painting for your bedroom perhaps?”
“I have many drawings of the like, I draw you from memory often, don’t know if I need a painting too Sweetheart.” Klaus blatantly ignored your attempts again, however, this time with a shrug of his shoulders in a very non-Klaus manner, hinting to you that no matter what game you’re playing today, he was definitely getting that painting. You groaned loudly, the warmth in your abdomen spreading at the thought of Klaus having intimate drawings of you stashed away somewhere in here.
“You’re being mean Klaus.” You pout at him, rubbing yourself over your underwear and sending a fresh wave of warmth through your body.
“You like it when I’m mean.” You moan at his words, letting your fingers slip past the side of your panties immediately soaking your fingers and sending the smell of your need wafting through the air. Klaus’ hands stilled, gripping his brush so tight his knuckles started to turn white as his cock hardened against his zipper. A growl rumbled low in his chest and his eyes flashed golden, veins running down his cheeks like tears before he squeezed them shut for a split second and went right back to working on his painting.
“Are you really not gonna help me Klaus?” You whined louder now, unashamed of the countless enhanced ears that could be listening in, only caring about one thing, getting Klaus to fuck you. Your back arched off the cushion as you teased your entrance with two fingers, hissing dramatically and watching Klaus for any reaction.
“If you finger yourself on my couch this will go on for twice as long.” His voice rumbled slightly, still carrying a bit of the growl his wolf wanted to let out in protest of him denying you. Your fingers stilled instantly and your brows furrowed in frustration, tugging your underwear back in place with a huff of annoyance as you glared daggers at the back of Klaus’ head.
“If you won’t touch me and I can’t touch myself what am I supposed to do, huh?” You asked, the bratty tone in your voice increasing with each word, “Because I know you would lose your mind if I used a toy alone and there would be murder involved if I went out-”
“Don’t finish that sentence.” Klaus stated, his tone remaining even and emotionless somehow more unnerving than if he had sounded angry. Your eyes narrowed at the back of his head, an idea quickly taking shape as you hopped up off the couch with a smile Klaus didn’t see.
A discreet smirk tugged at his lips while he tossed his paintbrush aside to grab a rag and wipe his hands clean of residual paint, he stayed turned away from you fearing the sight of that dress from the back would crush his resolve but his ears perked up at the sound of your soft sighs while you exited his studio. Klaus loved to play his games, and as annoyed as you felt in the moment, he knew you loved them too. Which is the exact reason you quickly and confidently made your way down the steps to Kol, where he stood alone listening to music. He was still inside the body of the witch Kaleb, the height difference throwing you off for a second when you approached him. His music was loud enough that you knew Klaus wouldn’t be able to hear when you pushed onto your tippy toes to whisper in his ear.
“Play along will you?” Kol’s shoulders shook with a laugh, glancing at you for a split second over his shoulder before turning his music up just a little bit more.
“Lover’s quarrel?” He asked simply, a smile spreading across his face, shooting a look upstairs to the door of Klaus’ studio. You knew it wouldn’t take long for Klaus to follow your scent and find you here, and you knew how furious he would be to see you in a compromising position with his brother. Especially when said brother is inside the body of a man who looks like he was shaped by the gods.
“Not exactly, I just want to rile him up a bit.” You giggle, biting your lip at the thought of how Klaus would punish you for this.
“God don’t tell me I’m being used in some kink thing,” Kol groans, turning to you and stepping far too close to be appropriate. Playing along as he whispers, “You’re lucky I owe him some payback, but if this comes back to haunt me I am blaming it all on you.”
There was no time to even respond before the sound of steps descending the staircase behind you alerted you to your boyfriend's presence. You could feel his annoyance even before he closed in behind you, the heat of his eyes rising up your back and across your neck as he started speaking to Kol in a growl. Despite knowing for sure that he was a pawn in your game to get his attention.
“Leave Kol, or shall we test if your new body will be able to survive being shoved back into your coffin for a century or two?” You giggled at his hollow threat, the feeling of him literally breathing down your neck sending tingles directly to your core, heat spreading dangerously fast across your abdomen at his closeness. He caged you in, so close you could feel his deep inhale, bringing in the scent of your desperation for him while Kol quickly made himself scarce.
“Turn around Sweetheart.” His voice was calm, expertly masking his anger and his primal need for you. He could feel his emotions bubbling up inside him like a living thing, the wolf in his mind battling with its instinct to protect you and its anger at seeing you with another. You obeyed him, turning to him and making eye contact with the glowing golden eyes of your lover, the veins running down his cheeks for a split second giving away his desire for your blood, a desire to hunt you like his nature insisted.
“Do you trust me?” His voice was quiet but deep, and desperate.
“Always.” You breathed out, your heart pounded in your ears and you knew he could hear it pushing the rush of your blood he craved as he stepped closer to you. The look of pure need and desire he gave you sent chills down your spine, dampening your panties with a new wave of slick arousal making Klaus’ jaw clench as the scent of your own need for him hit him harder. He growled when he next spoke, a deep needy growl that proved just how much he wanted this.
“Then run.” He roughly shoved you away from him, not giving you even a second to adjust or think.
“What?” You stuttered, stumbling backwards at the force of his push almost falling, practically panting with need while he crept closer to you. His eyes darkened, the look on his face animalistic and deep with need for something so much more than he could explain. He was imposing and should be terrifying, but as candlelight hit his face all you could think was that he was so very alluring.
“I want you to run,” Each word came out slowly matching his slow, deliberate steps while he closed in on you, reaching a swift hand out to tug you against him by your throat. Pulling you so close his perfect lips ghosted against your own, “Run from me, try your hardest to get away and I may even let you,” You whimpered at his words, at his closeness, at the fact that he wouldn’t kiss you, and he smiled, a mean and cruel smile that broke when he spoke again, “Oh don’t worry, I’ll give you everything you want….eventually.” He shoved you back, harder this time, giving nothing but a small tilt of his head when you stumbled slightly. Excitement coursed through your body as he stared at you with narrowed eyes before you turned on your heels and took off. You quickly dashed around the corner first, knowing you would never make it up the stairs before he caught you unless you distracted him a little first.
You shoved open the first door you saw, stumbling into a library centuries older than you, not wasting any time to tug a pin out of your hair in order to use it to gently slice the skin of your finger. It drew just enough blood to leave behind a few drops of a trail before you pinched it, stopping the bleeding and hurrying out the door with a giddy smile. You left it open just enough that it would catch his attention before scurrying off, hiding just out of sight behind one of his many priceless statues. Your heart hammered and you felt your blood pumping as Klaus came into view down the hall, sauntering slowly and deliberately with the confidence of someone who thinks they're about to win.
“Really Love? Bleeding while being chased by a hybrid won’t help your prospects, I thought I taught you better than that.” He tsked in feigned disappointment. You bite your lip to suppress the need to moan at the sound of his voice as he closes in on your position, adrenaline and desire mingling in your core and stretching tight across your lower abdomen.
The scent of your blood drew him in instantly, his heartbeat pulsing with need, his cock strained against his jeans. The haze of want clouded his better senses as he creaked the door open further, walking into the room and glancing around to find where you were hiding. “You did teach me better Nik,” Your voice behind him genuinely surprised him, he whipped around too slow, the door quickly slamming shut just as he used his speed to flash toward it. You ran as fast as you could, making it to the stairs just as the sound of the door being thrown open sent you into a fit of laughter, you could feel him behind you, closing in on you. He wasn't using his enhanced speed anymore, making it all the more fun to chase after you.
Once you made it to the landing you dared a glance behind you, still running in the direction of Klaus’ studio. Just as your head turned to look at him there was a woosh of air and he was gone from behind you, the door in front of you slammed shut making you gasp and turn to look at it, skidding to a stop just in time to avoid running straight into it. Another woosh sent air moving all around you, a gust of wind that pushed the skirt of your dress far too high. You couldn't see him but you heard his laughter when you desperately turned again, searching for him while trying to run away at the same time. He shot an arm out, wrapping it around you from behind and using it to effortlessly tug you into his chest with a growl. “That was a good idea, I'm impressed Love,” His lips ghosted against the shell of your ear, awarding you for your near success with a barely there touch, “If I didn’t want you so much I can hardly breath I would let you go just to chase you some more. I can hear how fast your heart is beating,” As he spoke his free hand rubbed up your chest, taking a second to feel the pitter patter of your heart against his hand while at the same time his head dipped to inhale your scent with a growl, “I can taste how much you like this.” His hand trailed lower, leaving a scorching path behind as he tugged your dress up, wasting no time in cupping you and feeling the way your heart beat against his palm through your underwear, giving away the depths of your pleasure further.
“Take me to your room,” You breathed, basically a whisper of a beg, “Please Nik.” His breath tickled your neck when he laughed at your desperation, you were already so sensitive that the small feeling sent a new wave of tingles throughout your body. You shivered at the feeling, pushing your body back into his with a whine. He groaned as you rubbed against him, his already hard cock hardened further, pulsing against his zipper and making his fangs push through and scrape against your exposed neck. With inhuman speed, he secured you and sped the short distance to his bedroom so quickly you were surprised even the original hybrid could move so fast.
Before you could even put together a full thought on the matter his door was being slammed and you were tossed onto his king sized bed. Klaus crawled over you, slowly now as his eyes glowed golden and his veins popped out once more, in one quick motion he reached under your dress tugging at your lace underwear, ripping them open for him. Your hands shot up to his belt, working at the buckle with shaky hands, need coursing through your body now that you were finally in his bed again. Once his belt was worked off Klaus roughly grabbed both your wrists, shoving them above your head and securing them there in one hand while he hastily unzipped his jeans and shoved both them and his boxers down his thighs just enough to spring free with a sigh of relief.
When your eyes met again he was smiling at you, a predatory warning of a smile that told you he was not going to hold back this time. You asked for this, practically begged for it by plotting to throw yourself at his brother and now you were going to get all of it, every little thing you were begging for. He shot forward, growling and letting his fangs sink into your neck, you cried out a squeaky moan as he moaned and greedily drank from you. His mind rushed at the feeling of tasting you, it felt euphoric to get lost in the taste of you, the feeling of your esense slipping past his lips and into him, making you forever one, together forever for eternity.
You were so focused on the feeling of his mouth on your neck that when the tips of his calloused fingers met your wetness you jumped in shock at the sensation. He expertly circled his fingers against your clit, moaning freely into your neck, allowing some of your blood to drip past his lips and onto your perfect skin. You squirm under him, his hand tightening around your wrists as the other spreads your arousal through your folds, dipping lower with each circle until he finally slips two fingers into you only for a second, before pulling away from you completely. His hand, still slick with your arousal fell to his leaking tip, your eyes followed, blown with desire watching the way his motions mixed his precum with your juices. A hiss of appreciation leaving you both and mingling between your bodies in a display of your matching need.
Klaus held you down by your wrists still, pushing himself up to look into your eyes as he lined himself up at your entrance. His lips glistened with your blood, his fangs are still out and you can feel his chest rumbling a needy growl under your palms at watching you ogle him. In one quick motion he pushes himself inside of you to the hilt, forcing you to release a whine close to a cry. He gives you no time to adjust to his size, pulling himself out almost completely and ramming into you again immediately setting a brutal pace. Klaus releases your wrists, your hands instinctually clutching his shoulders for stability while his freed hand falls to tug your thigh up and around his waist giving him an even better angle when you wrap the other around to lock him in.
His hips smack into yours loudly and the bed creaks with each movement, shaking with the strength he puts into each thrust. His head drops into your neck on instinct, his fangs digging into your flesh again pushing a whine from you as you meet each of his thrusts with your own, arching into him with desperation and a primal need to feel him as deep as possible. Your hands wander his back and shoulders, feeling every inch of his lean muscle before stopping in his curly hair to tug on it hard before playing with his locks of strawberry blonde hair as he fucks your brains out. His hips stutter and he actually whines against your neck. Your walls clench around him and you cry at the loss of his brutal pace before he regains his composure and comes up from your neck, panting with desire, blood dripping down his chin, growling constantly as he pounds into you, his balls sticky and tight from repeatedly smacking against your puffy, abused lips each time his hips meet yours with so much force the bed began to shake.
Your core tightens, the pleasure building up and thrumming in your body as you reach the edge. You fight to keep your eyes open, the feeling of his still clothed body against yours, your dress ridden up around your waist while his hands roam across your exposed skin exploring every inch of the warm canvas, smearing drips of your own blood across your body like paint. Klaus’ senses are overwhelmed with you, your taste still lingers on his tongue urging him to have a little more, your scent clings to him like a cologne he never wants to run out of, he can feel how your walls flutter and clench down on him. He sees precisely when that dam breaks inside of you, your back arches off the bed pushing yourself impossibly closer to him, eyes rolling into your head, nails digging into his arms as your mouth falls open in a silent moan. Your body shakes against him while he grips your thigh tighter, pushing you down to stop the wiggling of your hips and driving himself even deeper inside of you.
Klaus leans down onto you, hovering over you and supporting himself on his forearm as he reaches a slow, even pace letting your breathing steady and your vision adjust. His fingers rub soothingly against the flesh of your thigh where bruises would surely form if he wasn’t able to heal you. Klaus quickly sinks a hard bite into his lip, the sting a welcome sensation through his high strung body as his hand feels its way up your form, tangling itself in your hair and tugging it back. He dives into your mouth, shoving his tongue past your lips as soon as they meet his. Both his and your own blood mingle with your combined saliva, Klaus gasps slightly and moans in your mouth when you clench around him at the metallic flavor, his slowed pace quickens, turning erratic while he chases his own high. Your teeth clash together while his fist in your hair tightens, the feeling of his cock pulsing and swelling inside of you makes your body tingle, the sensation of his blood healing you sending adrenaline coursing through your veins mixing with that of his tip repeatedly beating your cervix has you gasping and clutching at him, riding a high you didn’t even know you could reach. The sounds of your strangled whimpers, the feeling of your nails digging into his flesh while your walls flutter helplessly around him pushes Klaus to his release and he cums hard. Harder than ever before, painting your walls in thick whiteness, the force of him shooting inside of you, his tip twitching to empty all of it deep inside of you pulls you over the edge into a second orgasm.
Your body shakes under him, sensitive and weak from exhaustion. Klaus falls onto you, his body weight pushing into you, keeping you locked underneath him as you both come down. He stays inside of you, trapping his cum inside your cunt for as long as possible, glancing down at the ring of your mixed juices once in a while, letting you drift off to sleep beneath him. Klaus eyes you where you lay, letting his fingers softly trace up and down your neck where your blood has started to dry onto your skin, after ensuring you were all healed from his intrusion he leant down again to place a soft kiss to your sweaty forehead. Slowly and discreetly he slips out of you, watching the way his seed flows out of you before nestling himself behind you and watching over you as you sleep peacefully in his bed.
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blink twice. like once. scream into the void. something.
because i am this close 🤏 to posting a multi-part klaus mikaelson fanfic series, and i need to know if anyone is still out there before i emotionally commit and start dropping chapters at 2am like it’s 2014 again.
this is a serious inquiry (it is not serious at all):
do we still read klaus fic?
do we still thirst over emotionally unavailable immortal men with trauma?
do we still follow long, angsty, slow-burn series that WILL hurt us?
or will i simply be whispering “always and forever” into the abyss?
about the fic:
klaus-centric (obviously)
set in the The Vampire Diaries / The Originals universe
multi-part because i don’t know how to be normal
angsty, romantic, dramatic, emotionally unwell
written with love, chaos, and unresolved mikaelson trauma
reimagined from a fanfic i wrote as a teenager TEN years ago, titled Battles, which i accidentally deleted off wattpad
based on ✨ vibes ✨ and memory ✨ so pls bear with me while i resurrect my own lore
if you are:
still here. still feral. still emotionally attached to klaus mikaelson.
LIKE. REBLOG. COMMENT. POSSESS ME.
i need a sign from the universe before i press post.
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tags because tumblr tags are basically summoning circles. pls let me know if i should add any
Going off the same idea of the reader being ok if they *ahem* take care of themselves so long as they don't wake them up. Could I have a one shot of Elijah doing this? If not it's ok 👉👈
Entrusting Him
Summary: After using sex as a stress reliever, Elijah begins to depend on it. Y/N shows him just how much she trusts him, and how much she loved him by giving him full access to her mind, body and soul.
Elijah had been increasingly possessive as situations got more tense. Niklaus was at the centre of the problems between not only the vampire but the witches and werewolves too. Having the threat over all of their heads, Elijah knew he had made the mistake of falling in love again.
But he couldn’t find it within himself to push Y/N away, instead he kept her impossibly close. If she didn’t leave his side, then he would always be there to keep her safe.
However, Y/N had began to help him unwind. Encouraged him to release his stress into her. Yet now he had come to rely on it. Suddenly aroused whenever things turned badly. The stressful the situation, the more control he needed not to pull her aside. Too many times had she sat beside him, gently caressing him through his trousers to keep him calm.
“You’ve turned me into a different kind of beast.” He whispered against her at night, his cock remaining embedded inside her until they had to leave the house again.
Elijah had come to waking her in the early hours of the morning, his body reacting to the knowledge that the next day will bring stressful meetings and confrontations.
“Y/N…” he’d whisper, stroking her face gently. “Please, doll.”
“It’s so early ‘Lijah.” She mumbled, rubbing her eyes.
“I know, I’m sorry.” He kissed her cheek then her mouth. “I need you.”
But so many times now, she had accidentally fallen back to sleep. Elijah would of course stop, lay down beside her in a state of desperation and exhaustion. Y/N only realised how badly he needed her when she woke, feeling movement beside her and turning to see him facing away, his hips rutting up into his own hand as he tried to keep himself quiet.
“Elijah…” she whispered, her hand resting in his shoulder as he came against the sheets. He wouldn’t look at her, too ashamed. “Shh…it’s okay.” She kissed his back gently and reached around him to feel his cock; still hard and leaking.
“Forgive me.” He breathed, knowing she already had as she stroked him through another orgasm.
Later, when she lay against him ready for bed again, she squeezed his hand in hers. “I don’t want you to do that again.” She whispered and he turned his head away.
“I won’t.” He promised, his fingers intertwining with hers as he held her tight. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, I’m not mad, Elijah.” She turned to kiss his jaw, her hands stroking his face gently. “Elijah?” She cooed, making him look at her despite his shame. “You don’t have to wake me up.” She uttered and he frowned before shaking his head.
“I couldn’t-“
“I want you to.” Y/N kissed his lips softly before hugging him to her, pressing her face to his neck. “I fall asleep with you inside me, I want to wake knowing you’re still there, that you’re satisfied and happy.”
“I won’t know if I’ve hurt you.” He frowned and she smiled at him, tilting her head.
“You know my body better than anybody.” She told him, “better than I do. You’ll know, Elijah.” Her head nodded. “Besides, I’m not saying to do anything crazy, just that you can and I know you want to.”
“But-“
“Just think about it.” She said, kissing him once more before settling down to sleep. Letting him slip between her legs to feel close to her.
In the morning, he could hear her words replaying through his mind over and over. But when he gently laid her on her back and lifted his shirt that she’d worn to sleep, he felt so guilty at the idea of fucking her.
Quietly, he spread her thighs. Elijah moved to lay on his front, pulling her legs over his shoulders to gently wake her pussy up. He was slow, caring as he licked and sucked at her in a way he knew would make her come undone quickly.
Once he’d lapped up any mess, he moved to hover over her. “I love you.” He whispered, pressing his forehead to hers as he pushed his cock back into her. She felt warmer than ever, her body so soft as she moved from his force. He gently placed his hands on her hips, not wanting her to jolt as he thrust deeply. “That’s it…” he murmured, his eyes darkening at the sleepy moan she let out. Elijah moved one hand down, pressing his fingers against her lower belly and his thumb to her clit. “Y/N-“ he groaned, his breath hot against her lips as he sped up, his body trembling as he fucked into her with growing intensity.
He felt as though electric was running through his veins, filling him with energy as he continued to plough into her through his orgasm and into another.
Y/N woke when he held her up, her back against the headboard and wall, her head limply laying against his neck, legs draped around him as he let out fast puffs of air. She moaned, her brows furrowed as she moved her hands up to his hair, curling into the thick strands as she lifted her legs to wrap around him properly.
“Elijah…” she whimpered, the sound sending him over the edge again. When he didn’t relent, she pulled back enough to look at his face. His hair stuck to his skin, his eyes red and dazed as his hips moved as though programmed. “Baby…” she cupped his face, moaning again when she felt her whole body give in, her legs shaking without her even realising. “Fuck…Elijah.” The sheets were soaked and she could see how swollen her pussy was. Her hands tugged his hair, her hips slowly rolling with his.
“Just one more.” He uttered, breathless and feral as he leaned down to suck her neck which she only now noticed was already a little sore. Y/N didn’t have to look in a mirror to know she was covered in love bites. “Please?” He breathed and she nodded, stroking his hair as he sunk his fangs down into her jugular, drinking slowly as he came again.
Y/N moaned, head back and body relaxed as he gradually brought his speed down. With one last thrust, he pulled his teeth away and kissed the wounds until the blood stopped. Y/N groaned when he pulled out, her body impossibly empty without her as he laid her down to the side, away from the damp sheets.
“Shh…” he murmured, stroking her head gently and biting into his own wrist but Y/N only smiled.
“Never wanna get rid of your marks.” She whispered, sleepier now that she was before as the lack of blood took its effect. Elijah knew she’d be okay, he’d perfected how much he could take.
“I’ll clean you up, okay?” He told her, cupping her face gently and smiling back at her when she nodded.
“Trust you.” She breathed before her eyes closed again. Elijah leant down to kiss her lips gently, hugging her body to him appreciatively because he knew she’d meant it.
