#Devil of Domination

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[noobiestnoober]

A Deal with the Devil (Klaus X Reader)

Klaus saves you from a vampire attack—but at a price. “A debt must be repaid, love,” he purrs, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “And I intend to collect.”

SMUT WARNING. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

The moon hung low over the vibrant streets of New Orleans, casting an ethereal glow on the cobblestone paths. Shadows danced in the corners, and the voice of jazz trailed through the air, masking the dread that churned in your stomach. Heart racing and breaths shallow, you sprinted through the narrow alleys, desperate to escape the ominous figure chasing you—the vampire who sought to claim you as his next victim.

You rounded a corner, panic surging through your veins, but just as the cold breath of your pursuer caught up, a familiar silhouette emerged from the gloom: Klaus Mikaelson, his presence a confusing mix of safety and danger.

“You’ve always had a flair for dramatic exits, haven’t you?” he teased, a wicked smile spreading across his face as he assessed the situation, muscles tensed and eyes focused.

Before you could respond, the vampire lunged at you. Instinctively, you braced for impact, but Klaus was faster. He stepped in front of you, a feral growl emanating from his throat. With a swift motion, he took hold of the vampire, his hands wrapping around its neck with an iron grip.

“Do you even know who you’re dealing with?” Klaus’s voice was a mix of playful banter and deadly seriousness as he threw the opponent against the alley wall. The sound echoed in the still night air.

You watched, heart pounding, as Klaus unleashed his supernatural strength. The vampire, now scrabbling for breath, retaliated, but Klaus easily countered, slamming his fist into the creature's jaw. Blood sprayed against the cobblestones, painting the night in darker shades.

“Stay away from her!” Klaus roared, electricity crackling around him, and you felt entranced by the raw power he exhibited.

In one final, fluid motion, Klaus drove his stake through the vampire’s heart. The assailant crumbled to the ground, lifeless, leaving you with an unsettling awe of the man who had saved you.

Klaus turned to you, his gaze softening yet still smoldering with intensity. “Let’s not make this an early night,” he said, stepping closer, an overwhelming sense of both danger and allure filling the air between you.

“Running will only tire you out, love. Let me protect you… for a price.”

His words hung heavy between you, and your breath hitched as memories of your complicated past surfaced. He had once sought to turn you into one of his hybrids; his interest in you was never just about survival.

“I owe you nothing,” you shot back, grounding yourself in your defiance, although your heart raced at the sight of him.

“And yet, here we are,” he retorted, his voice low and alluring. “You may have escaped before, but now? Now I find myself in a position of power. You’re mine to save, and I fully intend to collect what’s owed.”

Klaus reached for you, cupping your face with his hand, his thumb brushing softly along your cheek. He ignited flames within you, sparking desires previously buried.

“I’m not a prize for you to claim, Klaus,” you murmured defiantly, yet your body betrayed you, hunger clawing at your insides.

“Are you certain about that?” He leaned in, lips tantalizingly close, his breath warm against your skin. “The wolf lurking inside you only adds to your allure. Let me remind you what it feels like to be truly alive…”

As his lips captured yours, the kiss was intoxicating and engulfing. It exploded into something primal, fueled by fear and desire, sending you tumbling into a whirlwind of passion.

“Tonight must have its price,” he murmured against your mouth, his voice thick with lust.

“What will this cost me?” you breathed as the kiss broke, your body thrumming with anticipation.

“Survival has its price,” Klaus replied, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “I assure you, what I offer is far more valuable than mere survival; it is a taste of your very essence.”

Your instincts screamed at you to resist, but he ignited something dark within you. You leaned in, surrendering to the chaotic thrill that coursed through your veins. The alley around you seemed to vanish, the world narrowing to just the two of you, caught in a dangerous dance.

In a moment of reckless abandon, Klaus pressed you against the cool, damp wall of the alley. Your heart raced as he pinned you there, and you felt a delicious shiver snake down your spine. His lips traveled from yours, along your jawline, lingering at the sensitive skin of your neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

“Klaus!” you gasped, parting your lips to let another moan slip out. The sound mingled with the distant echo of music from the street, creating an intoxicating harmony.

He met your gaze, eyes dark with need. “You wanted me to remind you what it feels like to be alive, didn’t you?” he teased, lowering his lips to your collarbone, kissing and biting as desire pooled within you.

“Yes! I-I need you,” you whimpered, the desperation and wanting electrifying the air around you.

“Then allow me,” he growled, kissing down your chest, hands pushing your clothing aside to explore your skin. His fingers danced over your body, teasingly grazing your sides before settling on the curve of your waist. The touch sent shocks of pleasure radiating through your body.

With expert precision, Klaus took you, guiding every movement, driving you to the edge of ecstasy amidst the shadows. You lost yourself in him, every thrust carving out the remnants of fear and leaving only pleasure in its wake. The gritty alley became your private world, echoing with breathless gasps and passionate cries.

“Tell me you want this,” Klaus commanded, his voice both a plea and a demand.

“Y-yes! I want you,” you cried out, thrusts deepening as he claimed you, the two of you lost in primal rhythm that spoke of both conflict and desire.

Klaus's grip on your waist tightened, pulling you even closer as he thrust into you with a pleasurable intensity that made your head spin. You could feel every inch of him, every thrust igniting a fire deep inside. He took you hard against the wall, the rough surface scraping your back delightfully, adding to the overwhelming sensation.

“More,” you begged, feeling desperate and wild. Every moment shared between you felt forbidden; the thrill of it combined with the loss of control sent you spiraling faster toward your peak.

His lips were on yours again, a hungry, demanding kiss that left no doubt of his intentions. “You want to be mine, don’t you?” he murmured, and the question enveloped you as he kissed his way down your neck, his teeth grazing your skin.

“Yes! Forever,” you moaned, feeling the heat coil tighter within you as he began to pick up the pace, thrusting feverishly. The alley’s air was thick with the sounds of your bodies colliding, skin against skin, and the mingling of your breaths.

Klaus's rhythm intensified, each thrust plunging deeper, igniting sparks of pleasure that shot through your core. You could feel yourself unraveling, teetering on the edge, each wave crashing over you more powerful than the last.

“Let go for me, love,” he urged, his voice a low growl that reverberated through you.

With one final thrust, your entire body erupted with pleasure. You cried out, waves of ecstasy crashing over you, the world fading away as you surrendered completely to the moment. He followed you into bliss, his body shuddering against yours, the two of you caught in a crescendo of passion that reverberated through the dark alley.

As you both slowly came down from the high, you rested against him, breathless and exhilarated. The night deepened, and shadows loomed large. You were no longer just a wolf in hiding; you were entangled in Klaus's world—a place where thrill and chaos reigned supreme.

As you gathered your bearings, Klaus pulled away slightly, cupping your face with a smirk. “Now, was that so painful?”

You chuckled, a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration radiating from your core. “You certainly have a way of collecting your debts,” you replied, a playful glint in your eye.

Klaus leaned in, brushing his lips against yours softly this time, a promise lingering in the air between you. “This is just the beginning, love. I think we have many more debts to settle.”

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[proffbon]

Switch hell

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[cecexsblog]

Sweet Boy (lh43)

Warnings: major soft smut, oral (m & f receiving), penetration, idk there’s a lot

Summary: (Luke Hughes x fem!reader) You want to reward Luke with how good he played but he honestly just takes care of you the whole time anyways.

Note: there’s a lot of words in this. Not sure the exact number but a lot. Sorry if you get bored. And sorry it’s not proof read.

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You were sitting on the couch waiting for Luke to get back from his game. The devs had just won and you knew he’d be tired due to playing for a whole period non stop.

The door creaked open slowly and then slowly creaked shut. You heard Luke taking his shoes and jacket off then quietly walking his way to the living room where you quickly pretended to sleep. A soft giggle came from Luke as you felt his presence grow in front of you.

It was very difficult to keep a smile from growing on your face but you managed to stay still.

“Game was that boring huh?” Luke whispered, knowing you were actually awake. A small smile formed on your face. “Knew it” he whispered through a smile.

“Take me to bed Luke” you say flinging your arms open wide.

He slowly tucked his arms around you while you wrapped your legs around his waist.

“Played so good handsome” you mumble into his neck with a little kiss.

“Only cuz I knew you were watching” he mumbled back in a low tone. He set you onto your back on the bed hovering over you between your legs.

“Need to let out some steam baby?” You say looking up at him and pulling him down and gently kissing his lips.

“Don’t wanna go too hard tonight, but I could definitely” he smiles into your neck pushing you up to the pillows and getting you comfortable. “Wanna taste you first tho”

“Don’t have to tell me twice”

Luke kissed down your tank top covered abdomen and slowly slid his fingers under the fabric. You lifted your arms while he slid your shirt off leaving your chest bare.

“You’re so beautiful” Luke said looking into your eyes. You pulled him to your lips again causing a heavy makeout to start.

Lips intertwining perfectly together, as if they were made for each other. Lukes tongue pushing between your lips and swirling around with yours. His teeth sink into your bottom lip. Your hands roam up his arms and around his neck to gently pull on his curls causing him to tug at your bottom lip. A groan leaves Luke’s throat. His hair being played with, was his number one weakness making him sleepy and insanely sloppy. His kisses were so slow and seductive you could’ve finished there.

Your arms snuck down his chest and under the hem of his shirt. Your fingers danced along the soft skin of his back and abs feeling goose-bumps rise along his ribs and his side. He sat up to throw his shirt off somewhere forgotten. His shoulder were broad and hovering over you as he looked down with a smirk.

“I don’t think you understand how gorgeous you are” he whispered while lowering his head towards your stomach. “Your hair all splade out over the pillow and the blush covering your cheeks” he mumbled against your lower stomach.

“Please Lu…”

“Please what darling?”

“Want you to taste me” you whined

Luke tucked his fingers under the hems of your shorts and panties slowly dragging them down your legs while kissing your inner thighs and knees until he threw them off the bed. He began leaving sloppy wet kisses up your legs stopping at your opening.

“Wanna taste you so bad love”

“Mhm please” you say while watching him admire your slit.

He slowly dragged a finger through your slit. You could feel the his calluses as he eventually palmed you while dipping his fingers inside.

“Already dripping wet for me” he said while pulling his glistening fingers out and sucking one. “Here baby” he whispered while bringing his middle finger to your lips. He carefully slipped his finger into your mouth and you began sucking and tasting yourself. He watched intently as he felt your tongue swirl around his finger as she lightly sucks. “Good girl”

A whimper left your throat so Luke slowly pulled his fingers out. He grab your hips and lowered his head down between your legs. You could feel his curls brush the inside of your thighs as he began to leave kisses along your pussy. His tongue found your clit and began swirling around it.

His tongue entered your hole while his nose kept a steady movement against your clit. He lapped up and down your pussy with his tongue as you kept getting closer and closer. He entered a finger slowly into your cunt and curled it upwards causing you to moan his name so loud the neighbour’s could definitely hear.

“Gotta keep it down baby” his mumble vibrating against you. “Everyone knows your mine already”

He continued with each motion of his fingers and mouth with a steady pace. You felt that feeling grow in your core.

“Gonna cum Lu”

“Atta girl, keep going”

And with him just saying the phrase “atta girl” had you bursting at the seams. You came all over his face while he continued lapping up your juices. At this point you’re squeeling and whining as it became too much.

“To much Lu. To much.” You whimper while pushing his face away. “Just want you inside me now tho”

“Okay baby give me one sec” he whispers while untying his sweats and slipping down his boxers with them. His dick stood up against his stomach as he makes his way back to the bed and kneeling between your legs.

Before he could lean down you reach out and wrap your hand around his shaft and lean to give his tip a tiny kiss. Luke knew you hated giving head but you also knew he played so good tonight and completely deserved it and you also were still overstimulated from his favor.

“You don’t need to baby” he whispers while lifting your chin. You were in front of him on your hands and knees.

“I want to. Played so good tonight you deserve it” you looked up at him with the most gorgeous eyes he couldn’t resist and just nodded.

You slowly swiped your tongue over his pink tip causing him to throw his head back and his abs to flex. His muscles defined like a statues as you licked from the bottom of his shaft back to his tip.

Now you hadn’t seen many dicks in your life but Luke definitely had the prettiest. Perfect length. Perfect width. Perfect curve that hit you in the right spots. His tip was the prettiest shade of pink too.

You lowered your head onto him as his tip hit the back of your throat causing you to slightly gag. You looked up at him while bobbing your head up and down. His eyes met yours while a smirk spread across his face, you kept staring at each other until you started gliding your tongue up and down his shaft. His jaw went slack and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. The hottest moan you’ve ever heard from him left his lips, which made you moan around his cock. Luke knew better not to pound into your face but gosh did he want to. And you knew it to. You were so stuck on making him feel good you grabbed his hand, brought it to the back of your head allowing him to push down. At this point you were obsessed with making him moan and become dumb over you that you let him do whatever he pleased. He bucked into your mouth, making you gag over and over again but man did he look beautiful. His muscles flexing while his teeth sink into his bottom lip and he concentrates. You reached down between your legs to play with your sensitive pussy.

His thrusts become sloppier as he notices your hand between your legs. And his grunts becoming more aggressive.

“Gonna cum baby, seeing you touch yourself like that.” He said lowly “where do you want it?”

You pointed at your mouth causing Luke to look at you with complete disbelief.

He finally came. His warm seed coating your throat and tongue. He pulled out and you opened to show him it sitting on your tongue until you swallowed it

“Such a good girl” he says while leaning down and pushing you back against the pillows. His lips attach to yours. His hand slips between your legs to touch you spread you open again. “Ready for round three?”

You nod quickly with a whine. “Need you inside me Lukey”

He lines up with your entrance and drags his pink tip through your pink pussy lips.

He pushes into, stuffing you completely. Your jaw goes slack at the slight pain but you gathers yourself and begin rolling your hips signalling to Luke that you’re ready. He slowly thrust in and out.

“Faster baby” you say grabbing onto his shoulders and pulling him against your chest. His lips find your neck and his one hand slips under your back pulling him closer to him. The feeling of your skin against each other felt so sweet. The way Luke fucked you wasn’t aggressive. He was always thinking about you. His thrusts were still at a gentle pace not wanting to hurt you. He was only leaving gentle kisses on your neck and chest.

“I love you” he whispers between heavy breathing.

“I love you too” you say pulling his face to yours to deeply kiss him. Your arms wrapping around his neck holding him as close as possible as he continued to burry himself deep inside you. The hand he had under your back reached down between your legs to fondle with your clit. He watched your face intently to see the way the pleasure displayed. He loved seeing your eyes squeeze closed and your mouth drop open all because of him.

“Cum for me baby” he would whisper in your ear. And grunt escaping his lips as well.

“Little deeper Lu, almost there”

His hips pushed in deep with each thrust. You swear he was hitting your cervix. A loud moan escaped your lips as your legs wrapped around his waist holding him closer. A grunt left him with each thrust. He could feel you unbuckle as your pussy pulsed around him and your legs began to shake. Your face squeezed as your mouth hung open in complete pleasure. His hips went a little faster and he quickly pulled out cumming all over your stomach.

“I’m so sorry baby” he quickly says after finishing. “I just didn’t have a condom on-“

“Shhhhh” you say holding a finger to his lips as he’s still hovering over you. “It’s okay my love. Thank you” you lean up on your elbows and passionately kiss him.

“Okay let me clean you up and then we can take a bath”

You nod. But once he comes back he sees you asleep on the bed. He lightly wakes you and picks you. He lays you against his chest as you bask in the warm water in the tub.

“I love you so much my girl” he mumbles into your hair.

You hum. “I love you too sweet boy”

Note: you made it! I hope you loved it!

[the-crooked-library]

i think a fundamental flaw behind the devil's minion dynamic arguments - not all, but a good chunk of them - is that people consistently forget that both of the characters involved are fucking crazy. especially where the tv adaptation is concerned

like, 1970s era, sure, fine, Armand is a dom bottom, we know this, whatever. post-dubai, however, they cannot be distilled into a straightforward d/s dynamic, there's no way. at that point, they're both immortal, Armand cannot read Daniel's mind anymore, Daniel wrecked his marriage and Armand made him, etc etc etc so my personal theory is, their situation begins with a few rocky swings but eventually ends up something like this:

Armand is bossy and demanding and yes that means he's in charge - except Daniel considers letting someone get away with being a little bitch a dominant thing to do - however he also will do pretty much anything Armand wants if Armand is insane/feral/cute enough about it (which is all the time) but he thinks that doing stuff for other people means that he's in charge (bc old man provider brain) - except Armand thinks that being allowed to be a bitch is reserved for the master of the house or at the very least the favourite concubine - but at the same time he does want to be spoiled and treated like a silly little puppy sooooo bad and he will 10000% take advantage of the opportunity - but also Daniel will call him boss sarcastically and Armand is too autistic to not take it at face value. that is not his fault but it will definitely impact a few things

[denournent]

Hmmmm... *staring respectfully*

credit: @il-predestinato

[lurkerdemon]

Random DP x DC Though #10:

I blame @stealingyourbones for this one, cause I recall seeing a thread at one point about Blue Devil and then this eventually cropped up in my brain.

Blue Devil & Constantine just not having a good time of dealing with some green magic schmuck that decided to interrupts Daniel's day when he was with Constantine.

Needing a bit more oomph to deal with things, Constantine sets up a quick summoning circle intended to use a focus to bring something in to help deal with them (ideally without going overkill and causing more destruction). He even had his own focus for summoning something at the ready.

Which is just his luck when the bastard knocks that away and the spell pulls in... some green baton?

"Behold! I am Technus! Thank you for freeing me into this world once more dirty trench coat man!" "First of all, git. Second of all, just do your bloody job and get rid of this tosser."

So Technus does, by possessing the closest and most powerful tech he can see. Which just so happens to be one Blue Devil exoskeleton.

One fight later and the two unhappy body-time-share occupants are informed by Constantine that Technus is a bit stuck onto Daniel.

Daniel being fused with his suit means he's overshadowed in a sense, with the ability to wrest control from Technus when he wants.

Technus possessing the suit however means that undoing the summoning and sending him back could have some unfortunate side effects on Daniel's long term health. (RE: People usually don't do well when the outer layers of their body go poof)

So yeah. Constantine will look into it. And whatever the green attack dog that went after them was. Surely it can't worse right?

"HEY! That baton belongs to me, thank you very much."

"I'll have you know-" Gasp.

"Oh my gosh- are you Daniel Cassidy?"

Right. Random blonde civilian now. Why not.

- - - - -

In which Blue Devil, Constantine, and one Star from Amity Park in the midwest are forced into a paranormal investigation involving the company Star works at.

Blue Devil and Technus are forced to try and figure out how to cooperate on things.

And despite their efforts to dissuade her, Star refuses to give up a chance to hang out with her secret movie favorite.

Just randomly making it up that Star knew of the movies Daniel Cassidy worked on and had a secret love for the effects and stunts so she was actually a huge fan.

Also that she just never actually gave back the anti-ghost weapon the kids were given in Pirate Radio. Cause why not keep an anti-ghost weapon when living Amity Part? Plus it works just as fine for beating off creeps in everyday life.

Hoping that my brief wiki-skimming means I haven't overlooked anything too huge but feel free to make corrections or such.

[blackened-angel]

T-Pose to assert dominance.

[aguar4guazu]

i miss her

[theanonymousninja247]

✨ Star Friends ✨

When I found out that @chessman-protocol boy Crit liked Astronomy, let’s just say I was beyond estatic and immediately planned this little comic. Here’s to my boy Vincent doing his best to make friends with folks who share similar interests 😅💙

Funny enough, I didn’t realize I put this in Vincent character’s until I looked at the whole thing, but Vincent very much shares the lack of stranger danger the way I did/ I do to this day. To quote one of my past managers I’m “abnormally friendly” or whatever

I can’t tell you how many times even as a small child (drove my parents nuts) that I saw a cool person with whatever connecting factor and I just straight up walked to them and was like “Ok cool. We’re friends now.” And nobody’s really stopped me? So apparently I have friends now. 😆

Vincent however is just a wholesome baby boy who doesn’t realize he’s actually an intimidating hunk of a turtle and randomly walking up to strangers and not saying anything can be taken the wrong way.

Like I said, he’s trying his best. He wasn’t exactly the most socialized if you can’t tell, but he does love dearly and is certainly a boone of a friend to have once you get past the inevitable social awkwardness. He’s loyal to put because he really doesn’t know better, and I adore him for that. Anyway, dunno if Crit knows any ASL or not, but either way Vincent is just excited to meet somebody else who likes space ✨🌌 💙

[fangirls-other-art]

I took a shot at a chibi style ^^

It’s not very good- in fact it’s just my style but with less detail but I still this they’re cute

Here are the drawings by themselves (they’re a little fuzzy, sorry about that)

[jesuisnilunnilautre]

*guy who is hyperfixating on devils minion iwtv voice* getting some real devil’s minion vibes from this one

[lostarialart]

LITTLE LADY!!! i don’t like backgrounds

[mahmur]

quotes ( i . ) / ( ii . )

[psychidion]

the 'abduction as romance' trope and heyer's devil's cub

A while ago I watched a video discussing the ‘abduction as romance' trope, and it obviously got me thinking about Devil’s Cub because despite the fact that it looks like it fits within this trope, I actually think it circumvents it in interesting ways.

Sure, Vidal is very much a scoundrel, and exhibits all the questionable behavior that many of the men within these narratives also exhibit, but the rest of the story departs drastically from the expected set up and I think that makes all the difference.

First is the woman. I love Mary so deeply and sincerely. She is not a damsel in distress, but she is not the overly feisty, 'demanding to be put in her place' character that is so commonly present in these narratives. She is cool, calm, collected, very rational and logical.

And it is through this characterization that she actually retains a sense of power throughout the majority of the story. Yes, Vidal is awful to her after she reveals herself and parades in the farce, but that sense of overweening power is short lived, because as soon as they have another moment alone together, she fully incapacitates him, which is also something that is not typically present in similar narratives.

Mary shows through her actions and thought processes that even though she may be thrown off by Vidal’s responses, and may occasionally underestimate his anger, she is never completely thrown off balance, and is never without a sense of personal agency for long. She dictates what’s going on much more than she is dictated to, and that’s the first interesting subversion of this type of narrative.

Plus, she is already head over heels with Vidal when this happens, and actually is familiar with who he is, having seen past the façade very early in their ‘relationship.’ I find it so funny that she just sees him as a spoiled child and acts like she’s just steamrolling over a child’s tantrum and not being threatened by a grown man. I'm not sure whether to call her mindset delusional or brilliant. Honestly, it's perhaps both (which is relatable).

Second is the situation/ environment. Vidal does not intend to abduct Mary. He was intending on taking her sister, who was accompanying him willingly, and Mary tricked him out of this, and it is only when she enrages him during the reveal that it truly becomes an abduction.

And that’s pretty much the last time Vidal has any bit of power in the story, because he has it in the beginning, but his personal power is very much deposed by his father’s overwhelming sense of control. He does get it back for a bit but when they land in France, Mary shoots him and completely incapacitates him, and simultaneously he realizes the crux of the matter, which throws him further off balance as it shoves him into a worse situation, as abducting a straight-laced middle class woman who has no intention of becoming his mistress is not a good situation for either of them.

But she is not as obviously thrown off by this situation as he is. She persists in her desire to not marry him, and she does not willingly fall in line with any of his ideas. And so he has to beg her, beg her, to listen to him. And she still persists, to his utter aggravation.

In addition, when they reach France, she is no longer alone with him. She is deliberately placed into the care of others by him and then is much less dictated by what he judges to be the right thing to do.

So, even though this narrative is an abduction that leads to a romance between the two, Mary being who she is, does not allow herself to lose control and that removes Vidal as a true threat to her safety.

Also the story and the romance relies entirely on Mary’s perception of things. Vidal is capable of bad things, that is clear to the reader, but Mary is not really afraid of him. She honestly seems to be more afraid that she’ll just give in because she’s besotted with him and she does not want to give in, for his sake not hers. 

[kinkycurvyblue]

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