#[ elena gilbert ft. el3nas ]

[savagevillain]

Tightening his hand around her throat, he keeps @el3nas locked firmly in place; intense blue gaze locks onto every miniature flicker of expression. The control is in his hands, literally, which is precisely where he likes it. He knows she likes it like this too. For someone so stubborn, so resistant to his demands in the beginning, he has grown so very much to appreciate the willingness to surrender to him like this. ❛ Now are you going to be a good girl and do as I say? ❜

[savagevillain]

He'll give her credit for stubbornness, but not very much. He merely raises an eyebrow at the display of anger, amused at the show; the acknowledgement of his power , not that he needed it of course. Slowly, action deliberate and precise, he reaches out and slaps her hand down. As amusing as it could be, he does not appreciate having an accusing digit pointed directly in his face.  ❛ It was a successful way of demonstration, ❜ he corrects , eyebrows poised to dare her. ❛ You've been in enough situations with vampires by now to know that you are too weak to take them on as you are. So you need to learn how to gain the advantage. ❜ Spreading his arms out wide, he gestures to the empty space around them; and here we are. ❛ So yes I'm going to train you. I can't have my bloodbag up and dying on me. ❜

ㅤㅤshe lands with a thud, wind knocked from her lungs with a grunt. she simply lays there for a moment, huffing and trying to catch the breath that had been stolen from her. a dizzying combination of frustration and fury come with it, fingers digging into the grass beneath her. she is so sick of being pushed around by seemingly everyone - but by this man in particular. has she not already given him enough? she died so he could practically be reborn, and here she is, aiding him once again. and still, he has to be a complete ass. her teeth grind together before she yanks herself back onto her feet, ignoring the twinge in her shoulder from where she'd landed awkwardly. her eyes are molten chocolate, anger fueling her and propelling her into his face, index finger pointed accusingly. ❝ it doesn't matter how prepared i am, i'm not going to be able to hold my own against you, klaus, ❞ she snaps. ❝ and you know that. was this just a convoluted way for you to yank on my hair and piss me off? ❞

[savagevillain]

@el3nas / a kiss against a wall for 🎲 meme

HE ISN'T GENTLE WHEN HE THROWS HER AGAINST THE WALL, not like he might've been once. She's a vampire; she can take it. ❛ You are severely pushing the limits of my admittedly short tolerate, ❜ he spits, caging her in with his arms on either side of her head. His neck bends so that he can look at her directly in the eye ( void of all that he wishes to see there, infuriating him further ). He had no intentions of kissing her when he'd cornered her in this alley, but he needs to do — something, anything, to bring her back to him; and nothing is working. He presses his lips firm against hers, plasters his body along the front of hers. Feel me, come back, don't leave me here alone. He bites down on her lip, pulls it as he pulls back, tastes the blood and swallows it. He needs to have her, all of her, the way he used to; not this pathetic echo walking around in her body. ❛ Elena, ❜ he breathes, willing his voice to be steady.

[savagevillain]

" good boy. " <3

Eyebrows rising, he allows a wicked smirk to spread across his lips. With overt exaggeration, he settles comfortably into the cushioned chain she'd pushed him into and tips his chin up, eyes wide and waiting for the next move. They knew who had the real power here, but maybe for once he'd let her pretend; switch things up a bit.

[savagevillain]

One hand splayed on her back between her shoulder blades, Klaus forces @el3nas forward on the table, bent at the waist. There's more force than he usually applied with her, but she could take it now; she was a monster like him, she would remain with him. Palm skimming down the length of her spine, he gripped hard at her hip, while his other hand snapped her panties easily, the flimsy fabric coming away with the slightest of tugs. ❛ There are many pleasures that can come with the heightened senses. ❜ His fingers danced along her skin with the lightest of touches, down the meat of her thigh; his fingers in her hip would leave bruises that would heal once he let go. He did not intend to let go. ❛ And I will show you them all. ❜

[savagevillain]

‘if i tell you who i really am and you refuse to believe me, then i can hardly be blamed.’ (nh verse mayhaps?)

INCREDULITY FILLS HIS GAZE, silent for a long moment as he studies her features, void of the life that usually brightens it. She had become such a warm presence in his life, undeniably full of soul; and to see it gone has him feeling like he’s walked down a set of stairs and missed a step. He knows that to attempt to reason with her is as futile as a taming a venomous python; it won’t change its nature. Is this how his siblings have felt all these centuries ? But this is not her true nature, only a miserable façade of her weakness to face her own emotions, overwhelming as they are. ❛ By all means, sweetheart, if I’ve been denying you the chance to slaughter till your heart’s content, I do sincerely apologise. ❜ His tone is thick with sarcasm, arm gesturing grandly back towards the diner now missing a waitress. He doesn’t care for the loss of the life but for the loss that he finds himself facing in her indifference. His features darken, glower consuming him as he stares her down; timbre shifting to something dangerous. ❛ You’re acting like a child, throwing a bloody temper tantrum to prove a point. ❜

[savagevillain]

“i promise i’ll be good.”

He doesn't believe the sweetness, for he's not that naïve, not to her intentions or the attempt at manipulation. But he doesn't have to be. Knowing her true motivations if she comes face to face with Aurora again, or wants to prevent such a meeting between him and his ex-lover, is a very ... satisfying. A smirk threatens to pull at the corner of his lips as he gazes down at her. ❛ Do you have to be? ❜ he teases, before sobering up a little. ❛ I don't want her to hurt you. ❜

[savagevillain]

She must be really far gone, if @el3nas is trying to reach for him for comfort. It doesn't make contact but the thought had been there. He's experienced only a minimalized version of the delusions brought forth by a werewolf bite in his lifetime; whilst his own wolf had been bound, he's been bitten and his mind's been turned by it, but trapped though it was, his nature had fought to protect him. Besides, after the half century he spent with the Hunter's Curse, it had barely been anything except added paranoia to an already overcrowded psyche. To see others suffer beneath it was fascinating, brought so low by a simple wound.

❛ Immortality is not for everyone, ❜ Klaus agrees quietly, unsure whether he was encouraging her to give up and die. He would watch. After all, he has suffered because of her; a brother in flames comes to mind. The thought, more grief piled upon him, sparks bitterness, a rage that he's not been able to release. ❛ Many are afraid of death; but then, many do not have a choice. ❜

ㅤㅤwatching as he moves closer, she absently reaches up with a weak hand, as though to test whether he's real or not. she thinks better of it before she touches him however, giving her head a shake as though to clear it and returning her hand to her side. ❝ maybe this is for the best. ❞ she leans forward, voice lowering as though she's sharing a dark secret with him. ❝ i never wanted to be a vampire, you know. even when it meant being with stefan forever, the idea terrified me. this definitely isn't the way i'd imagined dying but ... i don't know that i'm afraid of death anymore. ❞ perhaps it's just because she's so far gone, but death sounds ... rather peaceful.

[savagevillain]

HER IRRESISTIBLE STUBBORNNESS DOESN'T DETER HIM, as he knows full well that she'll be craving him as much as he craves her after the disagreement of the day. Amply proven by her lack of resistance as he sinks her down on him, her eagerness to get things moving along; the noises escaping her make him serve to make him hungrier. He has been starved of her touch today. ❛ I want to enjoy myself, ❜ he murmurs as he shifts his attention onto the bare skin of her back, littering gentle kisses down the length of her spine, arms tightening around her waist as he holds her steady. Her impatience is evident, deliciously satisfying, but he will make this well worth her wait. The water is warm as it laps around his hips, but she is warmer, the connection of their bodies an irrepressible heat. One hand strokes down her thigh before gripping it tightly, fingers making a mark, and his other curves around the ridge of her hip. Torturously slow, he pushes upwards with his hips, deepening inside her, whilst applying pressure on her hip to meet it. The feel of her around him has him opening his mouth against her back, words breathed into her skin; ❛ Aren't you always telling me patience is a virtue? ❜

“are you gonna be good for me?”

n.sfw prompts.

ㅤㅤthe stresses of the day melt into the almost too hot water, the doppelgänger having taken the ridiculously large tub in klaus' bathroom as her own. thanks to the soft music playing from her phone, she doesn't hear the owner himself approaching until the door is already opening, her dark gaze immediately shifting to focus on him. he doesn't knock of course, but she wouldn't have expected him to. still a tad miffed from their earlier squabble, she narrows her eyes at him for a moment before looking away, clearly intending on ignoring him. but she can't quite ignore the vulnerability of this moment, her nakedness verses him being fully clothed. the bubbles from the liberal amount of soap she'd used covers all the important bits, but there's still a noticeable flush to her cheeks. she knows he's hovering, but her ego demands she not apologize first - and hell will freeze over before she expects one from him, so it seems they're at an impasse. that is, until he starts getting undressed himself. she finally looks at him again, arms crossing. ❝ you're not coming in. ❞ she's the one ignored this time, his clothes dropping to the floor.

ㅤㅤshe's no match for his strength as he moves her forward, leaving room for him to slip into the water behind her. she tries to keep up the façade, but her heart's racing now, as it always is when he touches her. he's firm everywhere she's soft, and that pleases her at a primal level. his fingers trail up her spine, causing her to inhale sharply as her frame moves with his touch. ❝ are you gonna be good for me? ❞ his voice is low, wrapping around her like a sinful promise. she's helpless to resist, body flushing with heat as she breathes, ❝ mmhm. i'm your good girl. ❞ she knows every inch of her belongs to him, down to her very core. a kiss is brushed over her damp shoulder blades as his hands slip under her arms, lifting her above his lap, and she holds her breath in anticipation. she grips the sides of the tub as he lowers her down, that delicious slight sting as he fills her making her moan. her hips move restlessly when he's finally fully within her, and his arms wrap around her waist to hold her still against his chest. ❝ easy love, ❞ he murmurs, a needy little whimper leaving her in response. ❝ don't tease, ❞ she complains, turning her head to nip at his ear in protest.

[savagevillain]

THERE'S A SHARP SHARD OF HURT, when he takes the moment to consider his emotions about his situation, which he is valiantly trying not to. She's not herself; this is not her. It's a mantra he's been repeating to himself ever since he saw the usual ray of affection absent in those beautiful brown doe-eyes, a dagger to his heart; is this how his siblings felt ? She has spun so wildly out of control ( his control ) he feels his footing stumble, hopelessly uneven on this new terrain.

❛ It's not a role reversal I'm too keen on myself, sweetheart, ❜ he returns, tone harsh because why bother with gentleness in this state? It'll only come over as weakness and she's a predator with none. ❛ And I imagine if I leave you alone, you'll commit something you can't take back ; and while you don't care about that right now, and neither do I, you will. Truth be told, I can't be bothered to listen to your whining once you're back in your natural state. ❜ Because he will get her back, eventually.

you can’t get rid of me that easy.

prompt.

ㅤㅤshe sighs, dark eyes rolling in exasperation. ❝ ugh, never thought i'd live to see the day where you're the one being annoyingly clingy. ❞ it used to be her, much to her chagrin. she'd been nauseatingly devoted to him, and if she could feel anything, she'd be embarrassed just remembering it. now, rather than enjoying his company, she feels as though she's been saddled with a chaperone - an intimidating, practically all powerful chaperone, which is the entire problem at the moment. ❝ here, i'll even use my manners this time: pretty please go the hell away? ❞ she asks sweetly, completely and obviously belied by the hollowness of her gaze. ❝ your hovering is scaring away all the food, and i'm hungry. ❞

[savagevillain]

HER DESPERATION FOR HIM TO HAVE HER IS SO VERY SWEET, so very intoxicating. Her fingers tangled in his hair are not applying any pressure but he likes the thought of her attempting to direct him, to grant him permission for what they both know is his to take. To know that she so willingly wants him. ❛ Yes,❜ he breathes. ❛ Yes, you are. ❜ His, his; she is and always will be his. His mouth opens and his teeth sink in and he drinks; delicious, precious blood; blood that has sustained him and remade him. The most glorious he's ever drank. Breaking away before he can take too much from her ( this isn't like then, when he could've drank and drank and left her for dead, when he wanted her dead ) he barely lifts his head, mouthing over the puncture marks and sucking at the tender skin, littering her with more marks; his claim upon her pale skin. ❛ You are magnificent. ❜

ㅤㅤhis sudden kiss causes a little mewl to leave her, thighs pressing together in need. it lasts only long enough to make her yearn for more, but was intense enough that it leaves her lips swollen and cheeks flushed. she wishes to pull him back in for another, but her strength is of course no match for his; she can only move him if he allows it.

ㅤㅤher body leans back further in his grasp, nearly entirely held up by his hand. she trembles under his teeth, flush spreading to the rest of her form as she remembers the sweet sting they can bring. she's not foolish enough to believe he doesn't feed from others - she'd never have the amount of blood needed to sustain him. but if she can be the one to do so for just a few moments ... ❝ everything i am is already yours. ❞ her free hand slides tenderly into his hair, fingers wrapping around his curls. ❝ take whatever you need. ❞

[savagevillain]

The fear radiating from her is intoxicatingly to him. If one cannot be loved, one must be feared; and Elena will never fall into the latter category, so he must ensure she is the former to keep her precisely where he needs her: at his side. Love has proven to be a tremendous disappointment anyway, aptly demonstrated by Elijah and Rebekah's notable absence. But Elena Gilbert will not leave him; she cannot leave him unless she wants her loved ones to suffer the fate of Katerina's family. She's aware of the price. His smirk widens, satisfaction known only to himself as his face turns upwards as if to inspect the top of the life dwelling in the top of the frees. Birdsong goes on around them, uninterrupted and unbothered by those who walk through their home. He wonders what it must be like to feel so free.

❛ Well, you're not going to meet a worse monster than me, love. ❜ That's the only warning she gets before he's closing the distance, moving with the wind and sweeping her legs out from beneath her; knocked flat on her back. ❛ And as we can see from my demonstration, you need to be more prepared ❜

ㅤㅤdespite her bravado, his sudden closeness makes her freeze and hold her breath; rather akin to a rabbit in the sights of a hound. and in all reality, that's what she is. he's the predator that's been haunting her sleepless nights, and she's the pitiful creature simply trying to survive. so while her teeth grit and her hands tighten into fists, she wisely keeps her mouth shut - though her glare doesn't soften. she tries to not let the threat get to her, but it does; tightening around her like vines and promising to choke her. please, no more. the plea is on the tip of her tongue, but she knows it would fall on deaf ears, and so she holds it back. her chest raises with a relieved breath when he finally moves away, scrambling to recover her composure as he speaks. she crosses her arms, as if that would shield her. ❝ so you're going to train me? ❞ she inquires, that concept seeming so absurd considering their past. though if that means she won't be kept as an actual prisoner, she's okay with most anything.

[savagevillain]

Her visible irritation will never cease to a form of entertainment, quirking the corners of his mouth into something — less deadly. Less, but not entirely absent. Crowding into her space, he leans close enough to feel the warmth radiate from the delicious body that continues to serve him with each pump of her heart. ❛ Believe me, sweetheart, you have seen nothing yet. ❜ The words are murmured in a low voice intended to snake down her spine and settle at the base, a haunting whisper she will never forget. In the next moment, a few steps backwards, he allows her the space to breathe; occupies himself with looking at their surroundings instead. ❛ I do have better things to do than watch your every breath, so you need to learn how to defend yourself. There'll be those daft sods that are not so keen to become the superior species and might want to take out the means. ❜ Of course, he would never allow anything to happen to his supply, but the possibility remains; cover all areas, including her vulnerabilities.

@savagevillain, " i must warn you, i won't go easy on you this time. "

ㅤㅤjust like every other time he speaks, irritation shoots through her. she knows she made the choice to be here, and therefore this is technically her fault. remember why you agreed to this. and even though he's insufferable, either because he's provoking her or that's just his personality ( which would be rather sad for him ), she needs to keep those she loves safe. even with all that in mind, she refuses to let him terrorize and lord over her like he once did. he clearly needs her as well, or she wouldn't be here in the first place. he's obviously someone accustomed to always getting his way, no matter how he has to go about accomplishing that. and what can she say? that really irks her. ❝ is that what you're calling what you did to me before? that was you going easy on me? ❞ her tone is scathing, dark gaze sharp as it clings to him, challenging him to double down.

[savagevillain]

It's an absolute rush of power, knowing his blood is the only thing that can cure a werewolf bite. That their lives depend on his mercifulness. He may not be their murderer, but he could be their saviour, if only he wished. Or didn't. So the sight of Elena with an oh-so-familiar gouge has him smirking wickedly, delighted before the game has even begun. Her irritation, the attempt at bravado; it only fuels him.

❛ Is that a request ? ❜ Purposefully he dangles his arm out, inviting but not welcoming; she will after all have to promise him something before he grants the inevitable beg. ❛ Surely not even your martyrdom has taken you this far, love. ❜

ㅤㅤ❝ that's quite a scratch you've got there. ❞ the words smart almost as the scratch itself, blood seeping out despite the pressure she's currently applying to it. dark eyes glower up at @savagevillain, mind racing as she tries to decide how much more trouble she truly wants to get into. she knows better than to provoke him, but it's difficult to resist when he started it. how can she be expected to just be completely pleasant with him? though that would be the smartest option ... ❝ oh really? thanks for pointing it out; i hadn't noticed. ❞ she sighs inwardly at the sarcastic bite of her tone - unfortunately, the original just has a way of getting under her skin, despite her best efforts at civility. she presses her lips together for a moment before speaking again, attempting to keep her voice even, despite everything. ❝ what do you want, klaus? ❞

[savagevillain]

Desire swells in his lower region, watching her tilt into his grasp, practically begging for it with silent gestures. Her touch is encouraging, her gaze a promise. Whether she's afraid or not doesn't matter; she's here with him, for him, and oh-so-willingly. Hauling her in, digits firm around her throat, he kisses her bruisingly, needing to lay his mark on her, to claim her as his own.

He breaks away before she really has a chance to respond, lips trailing along her jawline, tilting her head to give him better exposure to the tender flesh, the thundering pulse that greets him. ❛ I could bite right here — ❜ blunt teeth scrap at the curve below her jaw ❛ — and drink until I'm full. ❜ Except he's never really full, a bottomless hunger. ❛ Full of you. ❜ An open-mouthed kiss lingers. ❛ Will you let me, sweet Elena? Allow me to indulge in all you have to offer? ❜ Of course, she doesn't need to let him do anything; but he wants to hear it.

ㅤㅤshe is; she's certainly not so far gone that she's forgotten he's at the very top of the food chain, the complete opposite level she's at. but despite the warning bells ringing in her mind when his grip tightens, her head simply tilts back further. ❝ no. ❞ her fingertips trail over his knuckles, soft gaze remaining on his. ❝ it only makes every moment that passes where you don't all the more meaningful. ❞

[savagevillain]

The madness of a wolf bite has already hit her, he can see it in her eyes, in the absentness of her smile. It won't be long before she will indeed be begging for death, if only to escape the horrors that torment her. He wonders if he's one of them, as a spectre and not the true being that he is; as she recalls, he did kill her once. He likes to think he made an impression on his doppelganger.

❛ I've lived long enough to know the universe has control of none of our choices, no matter what those bloody witches believe, ❜ he tells her as he crouches in front of her, scrutinizing the pallor of her skin; she has a few hours, a day at the most. ❛ We make our own fate. I suppose the question now is if you want to choose to live it. ❜

ㅤㅤshe blinks before squinting at him, not entirely sure he's actually here. she can hear the first notes of her mind's swan song, and knows hallucinations are to come. that makes more sense than him actually showing up; she hadn't called him, had she? she can't remember. perhaps one of her friends had, and bless their heart, but she doesn't even want to consider the price he'd demand for saving her. so she settles on the easier option: her mind conjured him up as a way to punish her for getting into this predicament in the first place. she hardly registers his words, instead smiling ruefully to herself. ❝ you're the one who killed me the first time i died, and now you're here to torment me during the last time? i guess everything comes full circle, huh? ❞ she hums, gaze rather distant. ❝ the universe sure has a twisted sense of humor. ❞