#temptation and control

[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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[szilverer]

The Vampyre of Time and Memory

another album-inspired redraw study but plot twist this is actually from october lmao, the last meme reminded me i never got to post it. info + even brighter version under the cut. careful with eyestrain

Queens of Stone Age's ...Like Clockwork. just good ol classic alt rock baby.

unfortunately for eddie boy rei cant cry. apparently.

most of the album fits the FLPCxEddie dynamic in my mind, but specially I Appear Missing (edward's pov), Kalopsia & ...Like Clockwork (post-marriage, the bittersweet variety to put it lightly), and the aforementioned The Vampyre of Time and Memory (reisz specifically). i love music yayayay ^___^ all i do is think of fucked up amvs...

[psalms-and-spells]

You ever follow cool Christian’s and then they post something and your like “Oh…. You genuinely believe in thought crimes… okay.”

[licaonia]

♠️_Io sono la fiamma che accende il desiderio e nel mio abbraccio brucerai in un modo che non hai mai conosciuto..

Dolci sogni 🖤🌹

©️Licaonia Lupe

[huntersapprentice]

so, a friend wanted to see the Mirror from Sweetpea Beauty in LarryBoy...

[jayaury]

Into the Woods

He knew he shouldn't chase her.

He'd heard the stories of those who followed fauns off the paths.

How they'd been lost.

Forgotten.

Swallowed by the forests.

Enthralled by the wild women.

But when he saw her hips sway.

Her inviting glance.

How could he refuse?

How could he resist?

How could he do anything but stumble after her?

Follow her into that hidden glade.

Lie back among the flowers as she poured wine off her breasts into his mouth.

Such wonderful wine.

Numbing wine.

Wine that made the world beyond the glade fade away as she stripped him.

Took him.

Rode him until the haze deepened until his every though was only of her. How much he loved her. Adored her.

How nice it was to submit totally.

All for her...

[honeyhonest]

read some really good whump and now I can't stop thinking abt how being traumatized by the overblots would sort of force you to depend on crowley. like sustaining serious trauma from your classmates over and over wouldn't do anything in their favor, even if they apologized and reformed, even if you didn't sustain any life-threatening injuries (though it would be even more delicious if you did). unless you were to isolate yourself with grim you would have no one to look for comfort and companionship from but the staff, and the only one who would be willing to indulge you on a longterm basis is crowley. sayyy what you will but he would never let a student get hurt under his supervision. more often than not during the overblots- namely riddle's and malleus'- he's so preoccupied trying to protect everyone that yuu gets thrown to the wayside (not out of intentional neglect, though). but god what if... what if, right. if he had thought of yuu first and protected them right off the bat from ob riddle. would you not be terribly attached. would that you had ptsd from the ordeal then never leave his side? the only person who had thought to protect you? and even if it followed the canon path, the question becomes would you rather hang out with a guy who's kind of annoying and manipulative, or hang out with people who almost kill you every other day? realistically you know what the answer is. passive ignorance is better than active assault. if it were that serious I would simply cling to him forever

this same argument also applies to rollo

[wtfgaylittlezooid]

my ideas for a "everything is totally cool and awesome between the siblings" au

[depravednotdeprived]

Hellfest 2025

[longlivethewildernessyet]

So with all the clues and new releases I'm 90% certain EIA is going to be themed around new growth. New nature. Black and red to green and gold. Pan, a god of nature. Arcadia. Planting a garden. Rebirth, ending the cycle, enduring hardship. The ivy leaves in the images— representations of fidelity, eternal life and endurance.

Even the hints to death being present affirms this even further. This isn't Eden. This is not an idyllic, unattainable, lost paradise. This is a garden, harmony with nature; and that requires death in order to function. Decay is vital to new growth. There must be a winter to be a spring.

Furthermore, with the teasers beginning in spring, you have the season of new growth— when the seeds that you have sown start emerging, start blooming, start readying to become fruit.

In other words: Vessel has grown beyond Sleep. Endure and end aren't opposites, as some people have pointed out— they're both necessary for this growth.

[tumblweeds-omegaverse]

worldbuilding thing I've been wondering about:

how do you handle gender identity, gender expression, and/or gender stereotypes, within your omegaverse writings?

this goes for ocs and for fanfics!

if alphas are physically male in the way we'd consider a human to be physically male, that's a statement on their sex, yeah? not their gender.

you can have the body parts implied there and still be a gender that is not "man". so how's that work for omegaverse? especially if alphas can be male or female.

how do you describe gender within your omegaverse? is it based more around dynamic / secondary? (alpha/beta/omega) or around sex? (male/female/others if they apply)

do people get gendered expectations assigned to them based on their sex, on their dynamic, on the combination of both?

(ex: is there a difference between the gender roles given to a female omega versus a male omega? are the stereotypes for a male beta like or unlike those of a male omega?)

could there be such a difference between female alphas, female betas, and female omegas, that only some female people are considered women, while others are labeled with some other term due to their dynamic? or are all female people considered to be women? (assuming they're all cisgender...but if you've got trans headcanons I wanna hear those too!)

I'm curious about this because it's reasonable to say something like "our image of what is masculine appearance / behavior is shaped by our society and time period," right? (since male doesn't have to equal man or masculine, but there's often some connection)

but that structure wouldn't be built from the same stuff in omegaverse. since behaviors and such could be associated with different groups.

so...if a male alpha is seen as a feminine presenting person, what does that mean in your verse?

are masculine and feminine less about what exists in your verse and more about the limitations of our own language?

is it something else altogether?

[justafriendofxanders]

was thinking about leverage dnd classes and i think the obvious choice for sophie is bard, but i don't think that's quite right, because her whole thing is that she's NOT a very good actor. she's not an Artist, she's a grifter. i think one of the reasons why sophie struggles with acting is because then the goal is art/self-expression/a desire to communicate with and be seen by the world (something she has a whole crisis about) while the goal of grifting more readily aligns with her own (facilitating a con). like bards are ultimately a class that's about supporting/"inspiring" others through creative endeavors (getting stronger by improving your craft), while other charisma casters like warlocks are about power and ambition (getting stronger by selling your soul); but i think sophie's talents are closest to those of sorcerers, whose powers are more innate and something to be learned to be controlled. sophie's struggle isn't that she's not good enough at her job, but that maybe she's TOO good at it to the point she doesn't know who she is, and that her powers may in fact hurt others. if anything, she's a sorcerer carrying around a lute and charming her audience into clapping for her when her performance flops

[licaonia]

♠️_Il divino si raccoglie in fondo a una carezza.

🖤🌹

©️Licaonia Lupe

[lurafita]

Magnus has no impulse control

(This literally happened in front of the shop I work at, and I thought it was funny/cute)

Magnus has a slight problem regarding impulse control, when it comes to buying certain things. So sometimes, when Malec are strolling down a street and Magnus sees yet another colorful mug in a shop window, Alec just picks him up and walks away. "We don't need more mugs." "But it's pretty." "The cupboards are full." "I could buy new cupboards." "There is no space on the wall to hang new cupboards." "We could move to a new place with more wallspace." (and that's as far as I overheard as the guy was carrying his partner away. - They were both smiling and playful, so not turning this into anything dramatic or angsty, please.)

[theeroticlover]

Avoiding messaging a mutual when hormones are hyperactive as a precaution to avoid falling for the temptations…

[jaiofalltrades]

i do like nobody asked but i think it needs a further reading section. i cannot be the only person who gets interested in the topic and then frustrated when the results are inconclusive due to the casual manner in which the "experiments" are conducted. im sure someone out there has done actual research on classical conditioning and kink and I wanna read that paper!! but not enough to armwrestle google into being helpful or bust out the databases. you feel me.