What’s my name? || Daddy Thing with Klaus Mikaelson
„It’s been so fucking hot all day. What’s the thing with people walking around in pants? Like in actual pants?“
He put a little smirk on his face and made me melt away into the wild
and the wide of the night. You liked the imagine of a little smirk
playing around his perfectly fed lips. He looked like art, laying on
your bed, nothing more on his body than boxershorts and a freaking hot
„What are people supposed to wear when they go out?“
You thought about it a moment. Then you shook your head.
„Absolutely nothing. That’s the thing!“
You turned around
infront of the mirror looking at your lacy underwear. It covered the
heaviest parts of your body, but showed enough skin not to let him be
able to take his eyes off you. Under the pressure of his view you felt
warm and silky and so unbelievably powerful. Eventhough you knew…somehow
you weren’t, he made you feel you were.
And right after that he laughed again.
„That might cause a lot of car accidents, love.“
turned around and took a long look at him. His chest war blank like the
rest of his body and he looked sweaty through the summer days, but
there still was no way you might fall asleep without him holding you
tight in his arms.
„I can live with that“, you said, slowly climbing down on the mattress.
„Oh, maybe you can. But there are lots of people who can’t“, he muttered, losing his view down on your body somewhere.
His eyes starting on your neck, slowly taking off your black lace bra, all over your breasts, down to your belly…
You took a deep breath.
„Hey, know what?“, you asked sorta shy.
He raised his view.
„I love you.“
You spoke slowly and so
carefully while you placed your hand on his chest and harshly pushed him
against the bad. You liked how he let it happen, happen and happen all
over again. You liked how you liked…him.
„Say it again“, he said.
„I love you, Klaus.“
It took you some seconds to get in the
right mood, but after some seconds you were the one with the diabolic
smirk on your pretty lips. You felt how his skin burnt on the spots
where you touched him. Trying to make him want you even more you lowered
your face and buried it into his neck section, where you placed your
lips slowly on his skin. First you only drove them around but then you
started kissing him passionately, showing him how much you wanted him.
The heat in your room grew heavily.
„Kiss me“, he urged and
put his hand in your neck, so that he could lead your lips on his. When
your lips touched you felt how his tongue thrusted its way slowly into
your mouth and made you moan a little, when he grabbed you by your hips
and pressed his body against yours.
Before you even understood what was happening, he was the one above you and pressed you aggressivly into the mattress.
„Don’t stop“, you begged, scraping his shoulders with your fingernails.
You could feel you were hurting him and the way he growled in your mouth
while kissing you, showed you that he liked it. You kept doing it and
the more aggressive he became the more turned on you were.
Before you had the chance to say anything against it, he grabbed your
arms and pressed them against the mattress, so that you had no way to
move or to flee. If you would have wanted to, you would have missed your
„What’s my name?“, he grunted.
You licked your lips and forced yourself to keep your eyes open. Because
if you didn’t, you would miss a second of the light blue in his eyes,
which was only waiting to start burning when he looked at you.
you whispered breathless. It was the biggest turn-on. How helpless he
left you there. How little you became. You bit your lower lip.
„Say it again.“
you whimpered, trying to kiss him, but he pulled his face away too
fast. You could feel his skin was burning hot and so must have yours
been as well.
„What do you want me to do, baby?“
You closed your eyes. It was hard holding them open, while he was
teasing you so bad. Pushing his lower body part against your as if it
was no big deal, while you were dripping wet.
„I want you to fuck me“, you breathed heavily.
His strength around your arms tightened up. You could feel he was stone
hard since at least five minutes, but there was no way he was going to
do anything before you hadn’t said it.
„Fuck me, daddy“, you whispered with a trembling voice.
And there it was. The smirk around his lips, that reached his pretty eyes so fast and made them glow up like a fire stain.
„That’s my girl“, he added satisfied. Then you could feel the material
of your pretty underwear cracking. He ripped it off as if it was
„Now be a good little girl, baby and get my pants off for me. The earlier you do it the faster we can start.“
I know it’s impossible considering it’s the 1910s, but I want to see Al make a series of vlogs called “What’s Big Brother Doing Today?”, about his short-tempered, too smart for his own good, rambunctious fighter older brother trying to adapt to home life and being very bored
“What’s big brother doing today? …Yelling at a tree. Winry asked him to install a swing, since the old one broke. That was three hours ago. I think he’s just tree-shaming now.”
“What’s big brother doing today? …Dressing up the dog like a- You know, I don’t even know what kind of creature that’s supposed to be. Pretty ugly tho”
“Today brother is in a very bad mood. Granny insinuated that he’ll be as short as her when he’s old, and now he’s absolutely fuming.”
“Day 3 of Winry being in Rush Valley. I’ve spent the entire day trying to convince Ed that our house does not need a moat. I’m not sure I’m succeeding.”
“What’s big brother doing today? …Throwing up, because he ate an entire bucket of ice cream himself, in one sitting.”
“We took in three kittens whose mother was eaten by a coyote. The kittens’ names are Katya, Tiger, and Dark Lord Ragnarok. You can guess who named who.”
“What’s big brother doing today? …Trying to assemble a dresser, and failing really, really badly. Remember, this is the guy who passed the state alchemist test at age 12. He can’t put together a dresser.”
“Ed’s not home today. He found a book that has some really bad, possibly even dangerous advice for beginner alchemists, and he got so pissed off that he decided to go to Central himself and threaten the publisher into recalling it. I’d try to stop him, but… He’s right.”
the necromancer isn’t at all evil, keeps their reanimated cat as a companion
the ‘dark lord’ is woman who wears a floor length floral cloak and pink kitten heels
the orcs are highly intelligent and frequently engage in orc chess and deep philosophical debates
the elvish archer is the clumsiest, most inaccurate little shit ever
the bard writes deep emo poetry, constantly quoting sonnets by the most talented musicians of the era- ‘fall out bard’ and ‘panic at the inn’
the mage only knows 3 spells- and they all involve cutlery
the intellectual character that finds the powerful relic/enchanted item/mysterious glowy thing is 120% done with all of it ‘for GODS sake, that is the SEVENTH DARK ORB THIS YEAR are yOU KIDDING’
the healer character is also the most ripped, usually ends up treating their own wounds more than anyone elses
the ‘deep broody’ character is actually mute the whole time but no one realises and thinks it’s just part of his moody persona until he has to fucking spell it out for them (literally), spends the whole story making exasperated faces and gestures
the dragon that’s hunting them down for the whole story is actually just trying to give back the shoe that one of them lost while running away, and is actually very conversational ‘bro, you’ve got this all wrong– look, you dropped this bro, haha i’m always forgetting stuff too don’t worry’
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