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A/N: This was a request, mostly for Damon 🫠
𝑲𝒂𝒊 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒓
❃ Kai can't get enough of torturing you
❃ He loves possessive, animalistic missionary
❃ Kai can be a bastard when it comes to your pleasure
❃ While trapped in the prison world together, you always found new places to enjoy each other's eternal company
𝑱𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒚 𝑮𝒊𝒍𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒕
❃ Pulling over for a quick creampie
❃ Jeremy is the king of water works
❃ He loves it when you wear his flannels
❃ His favorite position is whichever one pounds you into the mattress
𝑬𝒍𝒊𝒋𝒂𝒉 𝑴𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒐𝒏
❃ Distracting Elijah from his work
❃ Backshots from Elijah make you go feral
❃ You're usually not into receiving, but getting head from Elijah is a spiritual experience
❃ Imagine traveling with Elijah, and this is how you christen every place you go
𝑲𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒔 𝑴𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒐𝒏
❃ No doubt, Klaus has a bit of a breeding kink
❃ How Klaus wakes you up from a nap
❃ He loves to abuse your lack of a gag reflex
𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒍 𝑮𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒅
❃ You can barely take him whole
❃ Marcel swears you give pro top
❃ Fucking yourself back on his cock
❃ You're sore after every sleepover
𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝑺𝒂𝒍𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆
❃ Damon has a way of driving you crazy with just his fingers
❃ Damon knows exactly how to put you in your place
❃ I'm sorry, but I'm a sucker for shower sex with Damon
𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒇𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒂𝒍𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆
❃ Hopping on Stefan's cock
❃ When it comes to intimacy, Stefan makes his feelings very clear
❃ Ripper!Stefan gives the most fantastic backshots
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.
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
[masterlist] [Kinktober ‘25]
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.
He may be this sweet, considerate gentleman all the time, but he forgets all about it in bed.
He spits on you, chokes you, rips whatever you have on when he wants you. He’s also so vocal, he will grunt in your ear when he enters you, and whine pathetically once he’s on the verge of cumming.
“Fuck, honey- this sweet pussy is drooling for me. Yes she is” as his cock is pistoning your poor hole, a white ring forming at the base of his cock. “You are milking me fucking dry…” his last few words blur into a needy whimper, hands groping your tits.
And you can’t help but whimper, beg for more, weak pleas leaving your mouth when you get to take little breaths between his ruthless thrusts.
And he gives it to you. He makes sure you cum first and only after he even thinks about cumming myself. But one thing he won’t do is force you into anything. He always pulls out before he cums, but this time, you want him inside. God, you crave him.
“Inside, p-please-” you squeal, a loud moan ripping from your throat when he slides into you without hesitation, knowing that if you said it, you meant it.
And when he cums, he cums a lot. He fills you up to the brim and it’s still not enough, cum spilling from your hole and around his cock, causing Stefan to let out a breathy laugh, his eyes warming when they find yours.
“You look like a dream” he whispered as he leaned over you, his nose brushing yours.
a/n: just realized that i’ve never wrote for my hubby klaus, so that changes todayyy!!!!
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IT ALL STARTED with your back hitting the door.
not harsh—just firm enough to make you gasp, just enough to let you remember that Klaus never asks when he can simply take. his hands framed your face, thumbs dragging across your cheeks with a softness that absolutely did not match the hunger in his eyes.
“you really thought you could neglect me?” he asked, voice velvet-dark. “play with your little obsessions while i sat by patiently?”
he leaned in, brushing his nose along yours, tender, intimate…
but his body pressed into you hard enough to make your breath stutter.
“but look at you now,” he whispered, lips grazing your lower one. “shaking for me.”
he kissed you slowly at first.
savoring you.
like he’d waited for this.
his mouth molded to yours, warm and soft, thumbs stroking your jaw like you were something fragile, precious. and then—your fingers threaded into his hair, tugging—
he broke.
instantly.
the kiss went from gentle to starving, his hand sliding down your side and gripping your thigh with a low groan that vibrated through your whole body.
“you don’t get to do that to me,” he growled against your lips, hips rolling just enough to make your breath catch. “make me gentle and desperate at the same time.”
“you decided that, not me.” you mumbled out breathlessly.
his fingers slipped under your shirt, tracing up your stomach, slow, teasing, sending shivers racing along your skin.
“there she is…” he murmured, lips brushing your throat, kissing, biting just a little. “my sweetheart who melts the second i touch her.”
his hand cupped between your thighs—firm, perfect—drawing a broken sound from your mouth. klaus chuckled, dark and smug.
“you’re so wet for me,” he whispered, kissing the corner of your mouth. “and all i did was speak.”
then—roughness.
he lifted you, effortlessly, walking you backward until your back hit the wall again. his hips pinned yours, exactly where you wanted him, grinding slow and deep.
“wrap your legs around me, love.”
the way he said it…
not a request.
a command dipped in honey.
you obeyed instantly, and he smirked like you’d just given him oxygen.
“there we are,” he murmured against your jaw. “my good girl.”
his fingers slid under your underwear, and he groaned—actually groaned—when he felt how ready you were.
“christ…”
his forehead fell to your shoulder.
“you want me to ruin you, don’t you?”
you nodded, breathless, and he laughed softly, the sound warm and wicked.
“then ask nicely.”
you whispered his name, barely above a moan, nails digging into his shoulders.
“again,” he said, voice low and dangerous, fingers circling you in slow, devastating strokes. “say it so the whole bloody house hears.”
“klaus—please—”
that broke him.
his mouth crashed onto yours, teeth scraping your lower lip, his fingers working you faster, deeper, until your head fell back and your thighs tightened around him.
“look at you,” he whispered, watching your face with blown pupils. “falling apart on my fingers. you’re so perfect.”
you whimpered, close—so close—and klaus' lips curled into a proud, devastating smirk.
“that’s it,” he encouraged, kissing down your neck. “let me feel you come for me. i want to hear every sound you make.”
his fingers pressed exactly right, and you shattered, trembling in his arms, nails dragging down his back. klaus held you through it, murmuring praise against your skin.
“beautiful.”
“just like that, sweetheart.”
“i’ve got you.”
“my girl.”
and when you finally caught your breath, he pulled back just enough to look at you—eyes dark, lips wet, chest rising and falling with restrained hunger.
“i’m not finished with you,” he said softly.
“but i wanted the first one to be gentle.”
he leaned in, brushing your lips with his own.
“the next,” he promised, voice full of wicked heat, “will not be.”
🌸 a/n: hi lovelies! as a fun way to work through my drafts and requests I've decided to do a kintober-esque post for the month of love 💌. A fixed schedule will soon be decided on for which i will release both p!links post and oneshots to be linked to this post. EVERY MONDAY AND FRIDAY (hopefully) I hope everyone enjoys and takes this work as light-hearted fun to keep me motivated!! Consider this as kinda like the masterlist!
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, weed use, sleep grinding, sexual tension, reader soaking wet from a few lazy ruts, playful biting <3
Word count: 1.1k
Masterlist | Jeremy's Playlist
The two of you were gone.
Not in a dangerous way, just in the way that made everything hilarious for no reason. The TV flickered in front of you, playing some dumb reality show you had started watching ironically but were now deeply invested in. Jeremy was half-sitting, half-sprawled on the bed beside you, a bag of chips balanced precariously on his chest.
“This guy,” you snorted, pointing at the screen, “is the worst liar I’ve ever seen. Look at his face. He’s guilty as hell.”
Jeremy squinted, chewing lazily on a chip. “Nah. He’s just stupid. That’s not guilt, it’s pure, unfiltered dumbassery.”
You gasped dramatically, turning to him. “Dumbassery isn’t a word.”
“Yeah, it is.” He grinned, eyes glassy but playful. “It’s, like, the study of dumbasses. The scientific term.”
You let out a wheezing laugh, shoving at his arm. “Oh my God, shut up.”
He didn’t shut up. If anything, he leaned closer, lowering his voice like he was telling you a secret. “No, but really, if you think about it, I could totally get it added to the dictionary. I’d just have to prove it's a real word by using it enough.”
“Oh, sure. Go ahead and start a petition. ‘Jeremy Gilbert, founder of Dumbassery Studies.’”
You rolled your eyes, but your smile lingered, warmth curling in your chest. You didn’t even realize how close you’d gotten until you turned back toward the TV and your shoulder brushed his. Neither of you moved away.
Instead, the teasing continued. Jeremy stole the last chip out of your hand, and you dramatically declared war. He tickled your side in retaliation, and you nearly choked laughing, swatting him away. Then came the absolutely critical debate on whether or not aliens existed, which spiraled into the logistics of living on Mars and somehow ended with Jeremy proclaiming he would be a “space cowboy” if given the opportunity.
“You would be the worst space cowboy ever,” you said between giggles, wiping a tear from your eye.
Jeremy gasped, hand over his heart in mock offense. “Excuse you? I’d be amazing. Riding space horses, lassoing asteroids. I’d be legendary.”
You snorted. “Name one time you’ve even successfully ridden a regular horse.”
A pause.
“That’s not important,” he declared, flopping dramatically against you with a heavy sigh. “You have no vision.”
His weight pressed into you, warm and solid, and your laughter was muffled against his shoulder. “God, you’re such a dumbass.”
“Professor of Dumbassery Studies, actually,” he mumbled sleepily.
Somewhere between the giggling and the ridiculous arguments, the exhaustion settled in. The warmth of the high mixed with the comfort of the moment, pulling you both under. The TV played on, long forgotten as the heavy haze of sleep crept in.
Jeremy was behind you now, his body pressed along yours in a way that had started casual, comfortable, even. Just two very stoned idiots too lazy to move apart. You mumbled something about stealing the blanket, and he grumbled something back, his voice softer now, drowsier. You hadn’t questioned it at the time, just letting yourself sink into the warmth of him, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest against your back.
But then, he moves.
At first, it was nothing. Just the slow, even rhythm of his breathing against your back. The weight of an arm slung somewhere near your waist, not quite holding you, but close enough that you could feel the heat of him through your shirt.
And then, in the haze of half-sleep, it happens.
The slow, unconscious roll of his hips.
You freeze.
Maybe, maybe, you imagined it. But then it happens again. The heavy drag of his body against yours, slow and unhurried, like his subconscious is guiding him.
Oh.
A flicker of heat curls low in your stomach, unwanted but undeniable. You tell yourself it’s just a coincidence, a random movement in sleep, but then you feel it, him.
Hard.
The thick, aching press of him against the curve of your ass, straining through the thin layers of clothes separating you.
Your breath stutters, sharp and shaky.
It’s nothing. It’s just accidental.
But then he moves again, slower this time, and you swear you feel him throb against you. A deep, dragging grind that leaves him pressed so perfectly against your body, heat bleeding into you like a brand. His hips roll in a lazy rhythm, mindless but desperate, and every inch of him feels hot, heavy, and needy against you.
Your hands clutch the blanket tighter. Your thighs instinctively squeeze together, the friction sending a rush of heat straight to your core. Your body shivers slightly beneath the weight of him, every muscle locked tight, begging you to either move or melt.
God, it’s too much. Too easy to give in. Too easy to imagine what it would feel like if he weren’t half-asleep if he were awake and pinning you down properly, grinding into you with that same lazy, overwhelming need.
Another soft, helpless whimper escapes before you can stop it, the sound barely audible but earth-shattering in the thick silence of the room.
And that is what does it.
Jeremy stills.
The shift is immediate.
You can feel it, the way his whole body tenses, muscles locking up, breathing shifting from deep and steady to something uneven and ragged. The unmistakable twitch of him against you, the way he holds himself too still like he is painfully aware now of what he’s doing, and what he wants to keep doing.
A long, thick silence stretches between you.
Then, his forehead drops against your shoulder, and you hear it.
A low, choked-off laugh, rough and wrecked.
He grins against your skin, slow and lazy, way too pleased with himself.
"Wait," his voice is a rough scrape in the darkness. "Was I just?"
You don't answer. You can't answer. Your whole body is molten, strung so tight it feels like you'll snap if he so much as breathes wrong.
Jeremy shifts slightly, nudging his hips forward again, deliberate this time, and you feel all of him against you, hard and aching like he's daring you to pretend you didn’t notice.
His voice drops lower, barely a whisper.
“Damn.” Another lazy chuckle, this one dripping smugness. “You feel so good.”
Before you can even think of a response, before you can even breathe, he dips his head lower and bites your shoulder.
Not rough. Not to mark you. Just a lazy, playful scrape of his teeth over your skin, possessive in a way that makes your stomach drop.
Then, with a soft, satisfied exhale, he nuzzles into you and falls right back asleep, leaving you pinned beneath the heat of him, completely wide awake.
