I Think We Need To Talk About Bex Wanting To Be Human/she'll Be In One Future.

I think we need to talk about Bex wanting to be human/she'll be in one future.

Now, I absolutely love Rebekah and I get why she wants to be human. But the fact that in the last episode she actually can be, is just completely strange.

I get that her family can protect her and stuff, but it just doesn't make sense, not just for storyline and stuff, but because of the writing.

How could she spend even one week as a human, let alone a whole life? The Mikaelson have countless enemies, and she just gets... to become human like it's nothing?? It doesn't sit right. She could be killed in one blink by one of her family's threats, and her actually getting to live and grow old just doesn't make sense.

And I think that, after she finally grew old and died, she wouldn't be able to see her siblings again (Klaus, Elijah and Finn). Because she would be human, so she couldn't get to the other side, as she didn't practice magic and was no longer a vampire. (I don't really remember a lot of things, I believe the afterlife in TVDU had like separated sides for supernatural and humans, but I could be wrong and I think in Legacies it's mentioned that every person, human or not, are in the same place once they die but I can't really affirm that since the only thing I see from that show are edits of TikTok lmao.)

This probably doesn't even make sense, but I just never liked how Bekah could just become human when she's a Mikaelson and she could get easily killed.

Anyways a photo of my sister in law, who I adore very dearly 🙌

What I wouldn't give for Klaus to degrade me like that honestly

Sittin’ Hot All Over Him

After almost ruining one of Klaus’ deals by teasing him so much, you try to convince Klaus to forgive you despite you not being sorry at all. Unable to refuse you, Klaus gives you what you want — but he wants you all over him.

Contents: oral (male receiving), thigh ride, lots of spit in this one

“No, you won’t have me tonight.”

Her face fell, her eyebrows curling up. “Klaus, I was only teasing.” she whined as she followed him into their bedroom, an innocent-looking frown pulling at her face.

He scoffed and shook his head, taking off his leather jacket and closing the door. “Only teasing? You almost fucking ruined a very important dinner. Aren’t you lucky I mastered the art of restraint, my darling girl? Something you could only aspire to. How embarrassing.”

“I just want you. Is that wrong?” she asked, removing her fur shawl and holding it in her hands.

“Want is a very casual choice of word for the way you’ve been acting tonight.” he said jeeringly, inching toward her like a lion. “You were moaning in my ear about how you need my cock inside you, you were clawing at my shirt, you were grabbing at my cock while squeezing your thighs together. You were a hot mess.”

She shrugged, glaring up at him back as he wrapped his hand around her neck and pulled at it gently. “You’re going to punish me for desiring you, baby?”

Klaus laughed lowly, tilting her jaw with his index finger. “You’re a whore.” he said. “A needy, desperate whore without an inch of restraint in her body.”

“Add gorgeous to that list,” she teased.

He ripped the shawl out of her hands and threw it to the other side of the room. His breathing sharpened, his eyes widening in frustration with his lover. “I’ll add pathetic to it, too.” he said, seething, before crossing to their bathroom.

She kicked off her heels and started humming to herself. Watching the bathroom door, she slipped off her dress, leaving her in her white lace bra, panties and stockings of the same shade. She brushed her hand through her curls and sighed, a smile now curling on her face.

Klaus had grown used to her teasing. From the beginning of their relationship, she had been drawing him to the brink of insanity almost on the daily. Pulling at him, whispering filth in his ear, wearing revealing clothing whenever she could — she’d mastered the art of teasing. And she loved it; to soak herself in the sexual energy any chance she got, to lure him into it like a siren, driving him crazy. But Klaus was a strong.

With a will of a man who has been through it all, Klaus was not often reactive to her teasing these days. It was becoming harder to bring him into her world involuntarily. So she’d grow impatient, boldening her acts, ensuring she was the centrepiece of his attention, even when solving detrimental disputes for his city. After all, it was not a crime to desire your lover. She was free from shame.

Klaus returned with a slightly reddened face and a few buttons of his shirt undone. The front of his hair was damp from washing his face. He fluttered his lashes a little at the sight of her, avoiding her eyes and instead staring intently at her hips, her waist, her legs, her neck and her breasts. Her beautiful skin he knew was so soft, so hot for him all the time. He watched her near closer to him, swaying her hips as she moved. When she was standing before him, she wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled his body into hers. “What do I need to do to have your love tonight?” she whispered, kissing his neck after.

“You won’t.” he deadpanned, pushing her off of him.

She frowned, furrowing her eyebrows. She made her way to their bed and crawled on the purple silk sheets. She laid on her stomach, kicking her feet and leaning on her elbows. “I’m sorry, baby. If I knew you’d get so riled up I wouldn’t have done it.”

“That’s exactly why you did it!” he shouted. She jumped at the height of his voice all of a sudden, but ultimately kept her composure. “You live to enrage me. That’s your problem. You just can’t help yourself.” His hand flinched to punch the wall beside him, but he restrained himself before he did so. He didn’t want to scare her.

Klaus groaned to himself, rubbing his face. He had no idea what to do with her in this moment. It was true he enjoyed the teasing, but her behaviour tonight blurred his mind so much that he almost lost a deal with an opponent. Of course, he didn’t, but it was a close call. And she didn’t care at all.

She didn’t much care for his political pursuits. All she cared for was his safety and who he was besides his greed. She lusted for him madly beyond his power. Which at first was a breath of fresh air — now, however, it was distracting.

Still, he didn’t know what to do with her. He wanted to ignore her entirely, but she was too captivating to miss. How the lace hugged her skin, how the bra brought her breasts together, the colour of the garments deceiving the eye, wiping them of her sinfulness and introducing a false innocence.

He would submit to her behaviour again, but he wouldn’t fuck her like she wanted. He knew that as long as he was with her, she would be having the time of her life — but she didn’t deserve him on a silver platter. No, she would work for him. She would be all over him, melting warm like chocolate all over his body.

Klaus joined her on the bed, sitting at the headboard and spreading his legs wide. She rushed over to him, crawling in between his legs and climbing up his torso to kiss him.

She enraptured him in a slow, open-mouthed kiss, moaning softly into his mouth. Klaus held her by her jaw, caressing her cheek with his thumb, his other hand at her ass.

“I need you.”

“Then you’ll behave.” he said, lifting the hand at her ass to grope her breast. He massaged it, coaxing her to let out a hot breath.

His lover nodded, her lashes fluttering.

“Good girl. Take off my trousers and use that mouth of yours for somethin’ other than driving me insane, would you?”

She giggled as she moved down his body. “You saying my skills don’t drive you wild, baby?”

Klaus laughed a little too. “I don’t wanna hear you talking for a good while.” he said, half jokingly.

She pulled down his trousers and his socks from his body and tossed them across the room. Looking into his eyes, she slowly ran her hands up his legs and onto his thighs before slowly pulling down his boxers, revealing his springing hard-on.

She wrapped her hand around it, jerking it slowly from its base to its tip as she kissed all around his cock. He groaned and pulled her hair, a warning to quit teasing. She let go of him and spat into her hands, using one to massage his balls and the other to pleasure him at his base as she swirled her tongue around his tip, kissing and sucking at it softly.

Klaus let out a moan, spurring her on to take more of him in her mouth. She arched her back and shook her ass as she pleasured him.

She was bobbing her head and massaging him at the base of his cock and his balls, shooting pleasure all throughout his body like fireworks. Klaus buckled his hips, spluttering moans, his gaze set on her.

“Fuck,” he moaned. “Your bad behaviour is worth all this. You’re such a good little whore for me, my sweet girl. So good for me.”

She arched her back more and sucked harder. As much as she loved to be degraded, praise sent her body into overdrive.

When he was close, he pushed her off of him gently. “You alright?” she asked, spit dripping from her bottom lip.

He nodded vaguely, his eyes half-shut. “Get on my thigh.” he demanded.

His lover smiled wide, ripping off her panties and tossing them, too, across the room. Klaus spat on his hand and lubricated his thigh with it before she sat on him. She moaned loudly, a sense of relief washing over her. She looked at Klaus, tears in her eyes, mouth open, and began grinding.

At first her hands scratched up and down her body, grabbing at her own hips and breasts. Klaus soon leant forward a little bit to hold her neck. Her eyes kept wandering down to his cock, her mouth watering. So she spit onto her hand again and stroked his cock at the same speed of her grinding. Klaus removed her bra, moaning at the sight of her naked breasts.

They both gasped together as their pleasure intensified, the fire burning high in their loins. She held onto his shoulder with her other hand for some support. He dropped his hand to her waist and directed her to elongate her grinding. When she did, she mewled at the new burst of pleasure. “God, I love you, baby.”

“I love you, my darling girl.” He said, kissing her messy.

When they broke from the kiss, she pulled his face closer, resting her cheek on his as she ground on his thigh. She upped the speed, nearing closer to her release.

Klaus spat on his hand and stoked his cock with her. She moved her hand to his balls so he could stroke himself at the speed he needed to.

She soon recognised how close he was. “Cum all over me, baby,” she begged, moving the hand on his balls to hold her breasts together. She leant back.

Klaus came hard, cum shooting out of his cock and all over the pair of them. He groaned her name, his cum all over her chest and his thighs. His lover grinned as the warmth hit her skin.

The sight of his undoing spurred her own. She moaned his name too when she came, looking into his eyes. He held her neck with one hand and kept the hand at her waist with the other as she came down from her high. “Ooh, good girl,” she cooed. “That’s my girl.”

She brought him into an embrace when she had rode her high, sighing into his neck. He wrapped her hands around her and kissed her forehead.

“As much as I resent your teasing, you are always onto something spectacular.”

She laughed softly. “Klaus, my love, I just want you.”

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This, we need more Klaus content

Someone drop filthy stuff/asks/random about Klaus I am losing purpose and panties

This man is just-

Needing Him In Private For No One To See (Not Even Him) (18+)

Here’s a short simple smut for you while I work on bigger things. Enjoy 🥰

Klaus has been teasing you for a while, very aware of your desire for him, a desire of which he strongly reciprocates. But you, a friend of Elena’s, refuse to admit your lust for him due to your loyalty to her. After an encounter at the Mikaelson Ball, you go home and, unable to take it anymore, touch yourself to the thought of him.

You kicked off your pumps, slamming the door to your apartment behind you in your step. You could still feel his calloused hands on your skin as you locked your door, as you downed your final glass of wine in your kitchen, and as you ripped off your dress in a rage on the way to your bedroom.

Klaus spun you into his body on the dance floor, your chest pushing onto his as he held you tightly. You were at one of the Mikaleson balls dressed in a black sleeveless gown. Klaus intertwined one of his hands with yours, which were covered in lace gloves, and narrowed his eyes as they bored into yours. His other was placed dangerously low at the small of your back.

You did your best to stay strong, to refrain from giving him what he wanted. You kept eye contact as he moved your bodies together slowly, teasing you without doing a thing.

“That slick bastard.” you grumbled to yourself as you removed your strapless bra. Next were your stockings. As you bent over to remove them, another flux of desire washed over your body, almost painful.

It was bittersweet at best, disgusting at worst. You didn’t want to want him. In fact, you longed to hate him — but you just couldn’t. He was too charming, too funny, too handsome. You felt like a horrible friend.

Klaus, a man who sought after your friend’s death, who murdered her aunt and then almost her brother. You were a few years older than Elena, but your families were close when you were children. You had remained that way since.

She knew of Klaus’ desire for you, but knew nothing of the reciprocation of it. Of course, the Salvatores had their suspicions — how much can you really keep from vampires much your senior? — but Elena, Caroline, and Bonnie themselves had no idea.

You sighed to yourself, allowing the emotions to sit within you.

Klaus emitted a noise that you couldn’t quite put your finger on as he pulled you even closer. Everyone was to change partners every so often during the waltz. He had just gotten you back, and finally, he spoke.

“You look ravishing.”

“Well, don’t expect your hunger to be satisfied.” you said, scouring the room to check if any eyes were on you.

He laughed, all righteous and cocky as he usually was. “You say that as if you aren’t burning for me, love.”

You scoffed, refusing to look in his eyes now and setting your eyes elsewhere. “I would like to burn you, sure. Burning for you, though? Ha, that’s absurd. You’re delusional.”

“I know you’re new to vampirism, darling, but you really need to keep your emotions in check. It’s lathered all over your face.”

Rage mixed with your ache and in turn created a beautiful desire, alight with lust. You reached for your phone, but then remembered you had deleted his number. A gentle sigh escaped your lips as relief sank into your stomach, joining the mixture of emotions. What would happen if you were to call him right now?

You’d never live to hear the end of it, that’s for damn sure. But you couldn’t escape your want. After all, he was correct: you wanted that fucker. That egoistical bastard, that half-dog of a man who managed to wash through the masses like a landslide. A man who killed and slept with anyone he wanted to just ‘cause he felt like it. Again, the man who tried to kill your dear friend. Your friend who was but an angel. You, however, did not possess any heavenly qualities.

And you knew this. So you let yourself want him free of guilt, choosing to delve into your desire for him — at least alone — because it couldn’t be the worse of your crimes. You’ve killed in your time, and wanting a man you shouldn’t in private does not hold a candle. What else was there to do? Your thong was the last to leave your body. You dropped it on your floor before crawling onto your bed. You turned over on your back and bit your lip as you pondered what he would feel like.

Your eyes fluttered shut as a soft moan left your lips, your hands kneading your neck down to your breasts like your hands were his. You arched your back a little, your mouth dropping open.

“Look at you,” he would whisper low in your ear as he devoured your body with his hands, grabbing and pulling at your soft skin. “All riled up for me. Only for me. I’m going to ruin you. Do you understand that?”

And when you couldn’t respond due to the blurring of your mind at his words, he would take your face in his hands and as you again, his voice stern and sardonic. “I said, do you understand that?”

“Uh-huh,” you would respond with half a mind as he made you his. Your hands quickly found your desperate clit, and you teased yourself by tapping it gently, running your fingers down the area and back up again. A small cry left your mouth. You could not take it.

You licked your fingers, coating them thick with saliva for lubrication before they circled your clit in quick motions.

You imagined the callousness of his fingers rubbing on your core, his other holding your hands above your head, unable to escape. He whispered dirty nothings in your ear in between kisses and bites. You moaned his name, louder than expected, but it wasn’t like anybody could hear you.

You flipped yourself over, arching your back and spreading your legs wide. Your face hid in your pillow as you continued to pleasure yourself.

He would line his cock to your pussy and hold you at your hips. He’d smack your ass and you’d jump with a squeak. “Please fuck me,” your beg, your voice high and desperate. “I need you.”

“Then you’ll have me.” he would say. “I’m going to fuck you so hard I’m going to consume every living thought and desire for the rest of your immortal life. The only name you’ll be able to say is mine.” And then, he’d thrust into you roughly, then again, and again, and again at an inhuman pace.

You grabbed your sheets with your spare hand, before it rushed down your body and into your pussy. You thrusted your fingers in and out of you, curling them as your other hand worked on your clit for him. You were still calling out his name.

He would fuck you with abandon, slapping your ass and pulling your hair, groaning your name. Your moans were coming out in squeaks and high gasps. You were unable to form coherent thoughts. He would consume you. Oh, how he consumes you without even being there to touch you himself.

When you came, you came hard. The coil within you snapped, and the only sounds you were able to make were blabbers and gasps. Tears pooled in your eyes as you rode out your viscous high, your legs shaking.

You wanted to feel pathetic, how unable you were to restrain yourself from cumming from thoughts of him alone. Unable to stop needing him like this and loving it so much. But you couldn’t help it. You wanted what you wanted, and you had put it off this long. You didn’t care. There was no shame in you. You only felt relief.

When you recovered from your orgasm, you turned over on your back again. You thought fuck it, I might just give in next time I see him. Thoughts would be enough for tonight — but for how long?

Man, I always wanted to see Klaus wolf form 😿💔

hello can you do a one-shot for yandere klaus mikaelson where he usually visits y/n in his wolf form

Wolf!Klaus

The night Klaus had finally broken his curse, and he was running through the forest killing anyghinv that moved, he came across a little house. Flowers grew outside of it, strawberry and blackberry plants almost fully grown.

There were birds bathing in the little fountain, some eating from the feeders and houses that were high up in the trees. He neared the water source cautiously, watching the house as he lapped at the cool water.

He could see the shape of a womens body, her. His ears perked as he heard her soft voice speaking to somebody on the phone, his head tilted as he listened to her laugh, a sound that sent shivers down his spine and had his ears falling back against his head.

He was glad he had ran ahead of Elijah, his brother would have laughed at the reaction he was having.

But that didn’t stop him from nearing her door, his large paw scraping at the wood as he sat and waited for it to open. To say she looked shocked would be an understatement, she didn’t move an inch as fear pooled in her eyes. He wasn’t able to enter her house, stupid vampire disadvantages.

He breathed her in as his head tilted the other way. Her mouth opened and close a few times as she glanced behind him and then back to his eyes. Her lips were lovely blush colour, he love how they moved as she tried to form words. After another minute or so she was taking small steps back, and yet she left the door open?

She disappeared for a moment before returning with a raw steak on a plate, he blinked at her blankly. He took a step back allowing her to put the plate outside the door and get back inside to safety before moving to eat it. His body lowering to lay before her as she slowly sat down cross legged watching him eagerly. He found her odd yet intriguing.

Halfway through his meal he felt her hand on his head, a low growl bubbled in his throat as he looked back at her. Eyes wide as her hand froze in place over his fur. Reluctantly he put his head down, allowing her to pet him. Her hands ran through his fur from his head down his neck and back, and he absolutely loved it.

Her nails lightly tickled his skin in a way that had him wanting to roll onto his back so she would rub his belly. Of course he did not out of the small amount of pride he still held onto in that moment.

He did however stand up making her panic but was pleasantly surprised when he moved to lay back down, head in her lap making her stroke him once more

“You’re absolutely gorgeous” she whispered looking him over, such soft fur for a wolf, almost as though it had been conditioned. He growled softly in return, almost like a purr to her words.

His tail began to beat at the floor, he immediately growled at his tail and urged it to stop but the way she giggled at him only made it wag harder much to his embarrassment.

As the day grew long she returned to her home and told him to go back to his fun.

But as he wondered back through the woods, and encountered other wild wolves and dangerous animals he began to worry that she would be harmed. He stayed watching her home the entire night. Eventually Elijah caught up with him and nearly had to drag him away from the house

“Niklaus you’re being ridiculous. What on earth are you waiting for?” He questioned annoyed that his brother was prolonging the deal he had made the previous night to reuniting him with their family.

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The next time he saw her was months later. He had almost forgotten about her after everything happened with the werewolf hunting and then his fathers death.

It was only when he found himself all riled up and in need of a run did he find his way to her house again. It was as though she called for his wolf. He ran directly to her home, no hesitation in any step as he raced against himself only to end up back at her door in the middle of the night.

He clawed at her door, whining for her to come see him. He grew frustrated when he listened to her sleep, her breathing still heavy as her body lay in her bed. He had not control over himself as his wolf let out a howl so loud that it shook every tree in Mystic Falls.

His tail immediately went again as he heard her footsteps approaching, the door cracking open as she looked through the gap to him. Her eyes desperately trying to adjust to the darkness and she took in the creature before her. Her brows knitting together in confused before recognition fell over her.

“What’re you doing here?” She whispered opening the door further giving him a better view of her. Her legs on full display for him as she stood in only her underwear and a shirt far too large for her. Was it a mans shirt? He didn’t like that thought, not one bit.

“Go home” she shooed, he sat before her patiently awaiting her to let him inside making her sigh

“Go, go on, back to your family” she ushered.

Instead he took a different response, his ears went flat to his head, his eyes becoming big, pupils dilating as he let out a soft whimper. He watched as her expression softened

“Are you cold?” She asked quietly glancing to the sky, clouds thick and grey making her feel worse for leaving him outside, he was rather sweet. He hadn’t given her a reason to be feared, no he let her pet him and wagged his tail for her. He was harmless.

“Okay…just tonight though” she muttered opening the door making him stand but wait for her to say those extra words

“Come on, come in already it’s freezing”

As soon as she said them he was inside, brushing himself up against her bare legs as she closed the door and began to walk up the stairs. He followed closely behind her, jumping onto her bed to which she was not keen on

“Absolutely not. No dogs on the bed, down” she pointed to the floor and he blinked at her

“Bad dog” she mumbled trying to push him ofd but he was far larger than any dog she may have encountered, more than half the size on her when it stood on all fours. She could only imagine how tall he would be if it stood on its hind legs. He growled in a warning at her, watching as she gave up and sat before him. He could see her anxiety building, the fear he would harm her in sleep.

In an attempt to comfort her thoughts he moved closer to her, pushing her to lay down and laying with his head on her stomach. Hesitantly she pet him again, slowly drifting off into sleep with him in her arms. 

He left in the morning, one last look at her peaceful face as she slept before returning to the chaos that was his life.

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Klaus found that she could be spotted around Mystic Falls far more often than he realised. She was always around at shops or just on walks. Sometimes in the grill with a friend or two. He wondered how she would react if she knew he was the wolf that lay with her at night. How she would act if he were to turn before her, from wolf to man, see her expression as she found a naked man in her bed when she awoke.

He had this thought often. Said thought was often followed by a made up scenario in his head of her kissing him, him showing her just how animalistic he could be. Though at the same time he found he wanted to make slow sweet love to her instead. Show her how gentle he would be for her.

Occasionally he wondered if she would ever let him touch her in his wolf form. He had never thought of anything like it before but imagining her sprawled out on her bed with his long tongue between her legs as her fingers clung to his fur stirred something inside of him.

He had gotten himself off far too many times to the thought of her body, to her face and how she would react to seeing him. She thought his wolf form was gorgeous then his human form would surely stun her.

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He found that he stayed at her house almost every night. It baffled him how she would allow a ‘wild animal’ to stay so close to her nut he assumed she must feel safe being wrapped in something so dangerous.

Somebody who is cruel to everyone but her.

He paced her room impatiently as he waited for her to get out of the shower. God how he wanted to be in the room with her.

His claws stuck to the floor as he felt himself becoming frustrated, sexually and emotionally.

When she came back in with only a tiny towel around her he froze in place.

“Oh…what are you doing here? I didn’t let you in” she mumbled holding the towel to her tightly. Yep Klaus had taken to inviting himself in now.

“Go wait outside while i change” she told him nodding to the door but he wouldn’t budge. She didn’t feel comfortable changing infront of him, something about him was more than just an animal.

“Please Wolf, just for a minute” she pleaded and reluctantly he walked off. Waiting until she let him back in. She wore her flared jeans and a low cut top, of how he adored the v-neck tops she would wear.

He jumped up onto her bed, his tail circling her as his snout pressed to her neck, inhaling her cleaned scent. The smell of cherries and vanilla flooding his senses and he purred for her.

She stroked his fur cooing to him unaware of the way his eyes looked down at her cleavage, tongue licking his lips as he tried to subtly near her breasts. He decided to just go for it and shoved his snout between her boobs making her shriek and grab at his head. A laugh bubbled inside her as he hid his face under her top, his fur tickling her as she shoved at him

“Wolf!” She yelled pushing at him in the middle of a laughing fit. His tongue licking at her valley only tickled her further causing her legs to start kicking as she screeched. She managed to get him off her, still laughing as she lay on her back staring up at him while he stood over her with a tilted head.

He knew he shouldn’t have done what he did but thankfully she didn’t seem upset, she was still struggling to breath through her hysterical state. If he were in human form he would be chuckling too.

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It got to the point where he was stealing her things. Taking items from her wardrobe when he left in the mornings, occasionally he’d try sneak one of her teddy bears or other sentimental possessions.

He had a little collection at home for her, his room smelt of her and he loved it.

He often found he would have the panties he stole in his hand while he humped at his pillow which was cover with one of her tops. This helped him relieve himself a lot, no longer getting overly riled up and nearly pouncing on her each time he saw her.

He still followed her in human form but it was so much easier to get close to her in his wolf form besides he could protect her much better aswell.

Yes he did

Stefan when he finds the picture of him and Klaus in Chicago.