#my heart hasn't yearned for anything so badly before

[erstwhile-elster]

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[otonymous]

Your Gavin NSFW HCs!! So good so good so good! The game hasn't been out long but all of these boys are already near and dear to my heart. I wreck myself thinking of your HCs for the other three if you wrote them 💦 For now, may I humbly request some NSFW HCs of my (potentially/somewhat) shady sunshine Kiro if you're willing to bless us with trying him out? No worries if you're not taking requests/busy! Just slid in to let know your Gavin HCs lit some fires 🔥🔥

Hello awesome Anon! 💕

Thank you so much for your lovely comments and your incredibly polite ask! 😍 It totally brought a huge smile to my face to know that you enjoyed my Gavin NSFW HCs!  Sorry for the long wait in answering your Ask - I hope you’re cool with Kiro’s NSFW ABCs!  Thanks for reading, and hope you enjoy them 😉

Warning: NSFW/18+: Explicit/graphic language - reader discretion is advised.  TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of smothering & breath play (can be incredibly dangerous - please take a moment to read up on it if you’re curious and practice safe sex in more ways than one!!)

The ABCs of Kiro (MLQC Headcanon - NSFW)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

This sweetheart has already raided the convenience stores beforehand for your favourite snacks and will lay them before you while you’re still wrapped up in his sheets

Enjoy feeding each other Pocky and chips, laughing and getting to know one another in your post-coital bliss

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves your ears: loves to nibble and suck on the lobes, run his tongue over the shell of your ears, softly serenade you with the sweetest love songs just to watch the tips grow red

Kiro is particularly fond of his lips: he loves licking the salt of potato chips off them, loves using them to feel the heat of your skin as he peppers your body with kisses, absolutely adores it when you come undone from his mouth alone

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

Kiro loves to come in you, but he also loves pulling out to lay the head of his cock on your trembling folds just watch his cum paint your pussy; reach a hand down to gingerly smear it all around and Kiro is insta-hard again

He also loves to take you from behind so he can cum on your ass and watch it drip down the curves of your cheeks and onto your thighs

Kiro has a hard time keeping control when you look up to meet his eyes as your tongue peeks out to taste that drop of pre-cum on the head of his cock

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He may or may not have a couple pairs of your clean underwear that he buries his face in while he’s jerking off, thinking of you

They definitely come in handy with his crazy busy schedule and all the traveling he does for work (see “Jack Off” below)

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Kiro is quite experienced (especially when it comes to certain kinks)

Prior to meeting the love of his life (i.e. YOU) he has engaged in meaningless sex here and there with some groupies, some members of edgy underground organizations (one of whom introduced him to his kink - see below, under K)

F = Favourite Position

Hands down, 69 is Kiro’s favourite position because he likes to give and receive at the same time

The superstar will keep pulling down on your hips and thighs, trying to get you to rest more of your weight onto his face (see Kink below)

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

There can be a lot of jokes and laughter leading up to the moment, but you can bet that once Kiro gets down to business, he’s never been more serious about anything in his life

Boy can be INTENSE and seriously driven to give you as much pleasure as possible

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Like Victor, Kiro is completely bare (in case the superstar has any wardrobe malfunctions on stage)

But if you MUST know, Kiro is a natural blond

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Kiro is a romantic at heart: he firmly believes in love at first sight, the red thread of fate and the concept of soulmates

From the very moment he laid eyes on you, he knew you were the one and hasn’t looked at anyone else since (and never will)

Even still, he cannot help but feel insecure at times, hating himself whenever he questions whether or not his Evol had any influence on your feelings for him

Hence, sex with Kiro often takes on an incredibly intimate tone and can be more properly referred to as lovemaking: his cerulean eyes will be searching yours as he buries himself deeply inside you, laying his soul bare with every tender word he whispers in your ear, each burning press of his body against yours — he’s expressing the depths of his love and seeking confirmation that you love him as Kiro the man, not Kiro the superstar with his overwhelming charm

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Kiro masturbates quite frequently, close to daily, depending on how tired/busy he is — he finds it hard not to, since you’re never far from his mind

His insane work schedule unfortunately translates into a lot of time away from you, so he often has to rely on himself to release his pent-up energy

Also expect to engage in some mutual masturbation over FaceTime

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Kiro has an oral fixation and lives for you to sit on his face

He’s even cool if there’s a bit of smothering - VERY MILD breath play is something he’s into

He won’t do it to you unless you request it yourself, Miss Chips! (you can bet safe words/gestures will be in full effect)

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere he can get you alone: with his jam-packed schedule, Kiro has to take advantage of every hour, every minute, every second he has with you

You guys have gotten busy in a variety of places: in his dressing room, a variety of broom closets, hidden behind clothing racks backstage, inside a parked van with tinted windows, in bathroom stalls, on a deserted beach in the middle of the night, etc. — anything goes

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

While Kiro loves everything about you, he especially loves the sound of your voice, and finds it absolutely irresistible when you sing a song he penned himself (he’d wonder whether his Evol rubbed off on you)

The man melts to hear you moan with pleasure, so feel free to be as loud as possible whenever you have the luxury to do so

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

I’m just gonna keep it real here: none of the MLQC boys share.  NONE.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

This boy likes giving and receiving equally (see Favourite Position above)

Very skilled at eating you out and can happily do so for HOURS (this superstar has had lots of vocal training, including tongue stretches 😉)

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

If time isn’t an issue, Kiro tends towards slow and sensual because he wants so badly to prolong the moment of physical and emotional intimacy with you

When you’re indulging in a quickie though, the man can snap his hips as fast as a jackhammer and with almost as much force

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

While Kiro doesn’t view quickies as ideal, it’s much better than nothing and beggars won’t be choosers

It’s pretty much guaranteed that sex is gonna happen anytime you and Kiro get the chance to meet up in person

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Kiro is totally game when it comes to experimenting (except no additional partners!)

His kink game is strong to begin with: anything you mention he’s likely already tried, so feel free to ask him anything

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

With all the recording/filming/concerts/TV appearances/promotions, etc., Kiro has even longer work days than Victor.  You best believe he has the stamina to keep up

He’s also a younger guy and is super fit from rehearsing dance routines all the time, along with his usual sessions at the gym (he’s gotta work off all that junk food after all)

So, if given the time and opportunity, Kiro can go many rounds and doesn’t require much recovery time in between

But don’t worry, the boy’s EQ is so high he would never push you past your comfort level; you wouldn’t even need to say anything and he can read you like an open book

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Kiro doesn’t have any toys for his own use, but as mentioned in Dirty Secret above, he does keep a pair of your panties around to assist him in fantasizing about you when he’s stroking himself

The superstar does have a collection of costumes from movies/dramas he’s filmed in the past and took a particular liking to.  Feel free to peruse and let him know which one you want him to wear 😉

LOVES using toys on you, and is quite open to you using toys on him 

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Kiro likes to tease his lady when she loses at video games, not when she’s in the bedroom (unless you explicitly ask for it)

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Kiro, the singer, can get incredibly loud during the act when he doesn’t have to be discrete

His moans and groans are made 100000000x more irresistible by his beautifully sensual voice

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

You’ve inspired every love song he’s written since meeting you

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Kiro has a nice cock, average girth and slightly above-average in length

He is cut and curves very slightly to the right

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Kiro had a high sex drive to begin with, but it has shot through the roof since meeting you

His mind can’t help but drift to more sensual matters whenever he sees you or even thinks of you 

Much of this is tied to the strength of his feelings for you; oftentimes he finds that words just aren’t enough to express how much he loves and desires you so he tries to show you with both his words and actions

The man does try to suppress his thirst, as he doesn’t want to scare you off

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Kiro tends to pass out immediately after sex, but only for 5-10 minutes before he’s completely energized again and ready to go, as if he took a power nap

If you’re up for another round, so is he!  But if you’ve had enough, Kiro will break out the post-coital snacks (see Aftercare above) and maybe toss you a gaming console controller, smirking as he climbs back under the sheets with you

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[doyelikehaggis]

For nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart

(A rewrite of that one scene in season 1, episode 18, because it haunts me and I was wearing Klayley-goggles on my most recent rewatch.)

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The entire feast is in chaos. Things were going fairly well in the beginning, as far as Klaus is concerned. He actually thought it was quite pleasant; the music, the champagne, the factions all mingling together, at peace with each other.

For the most part, anyway—he didn't miss Genevieve and the other two witches singling Davina out. He was sure his gift to her and Josh would more than make up for that, though.

But now, it's taken a turn for the worst. Damn Marcel and those bloody drummers. The second they march their way down the stairs and announce they've come on behalf of him, Klaus tenses, straightening up, and prepares for chaos. And chaos is what comes. 

The scent of blood clings to the air, thick and heavy, and far too strong for the vampires to ever be able to resist. Klaus almost wants to laugh at Elijah's attempt to dissuade them from acting on their impulses, as if he's some sort of vampire tamer. He would find it amusing if a certain werewolf weren't in their midst and the risks were far lower. 

The vampires growl like the werewolves they so despise, eyes turning red while veins claw at their skin. Klaus' eyes dart around the room, readying himself with a plan already formed and about to be set in motion. Before he can take even one step, the lights go out.

Screams emit from all around him instantly, the room filled with snarls and the distinct sound of teeth ripping apart flesh. Klaus' heart leaps into his throat, and everyone's racing to move in a panic as he manages to make out the vampires lunging at the bleeding drummers. Some don't even bother to reserve their hunger for the humans as a witch screams out in agony as her neck is torn into.

He's moving before he can register what he's doing, making his way through the darkness with ease. His eyes dart all over the place as he tries to tune out Genevieve's calls to the witches for the safety of the Harvest girls. A vampire lunges out in front of him, momentarily blocking his path as they pounce on the drummer in his way.

He pulls them back by the collar of their jacket, dislodging them from their meal, and sends them flying back across the room with a flick of his wrist before hurrying forward. He's searching in the dark, trying to follow those two heartbeats, but it's nearly impossible to pick them out from the rest. 

The room is suddenly lit back up as the lights are flipped back on. Everyone scatters in the blink of an eye, and all around him where he looks are dead bodies, blood seeping into the carpet in little pools all across the room. 

His eyes lock onto a familiar black dress. As Hayley pushes herself up on her hands, Klaus rushes to her, by her side before she's even halfway up. She looks at him, her lips parted as if having been about to speak. Nothing comes out, though, and he's far too focused on something else. 

He brushes his thumb over her eyebrow, stopping the drip of blood that's tracked its way down from the top of her head. He eyes it with worry and tries to suss out the damage, ignoring the wide-eyed suspicion on Hayley's face.

"It's alright," he says to her, wrapping an arm around her. "Come on, love. Let's get you out of here."

She's slightly dazed from the blow, he can tell, and so she nods, though her eyes flit around them. He carefully gets her to her feet, steadying her with the arm still securely around her middle. He pauses for just a moment, and his eyes lock with Elijah's a few feet away. Then, he turns, gently urging Hayley along with him. 

They're halfway from the building when Hayley seems to get her wits about her, straightening up a little underneath the hand he still has settled on the small of her back, just to be sure. 

"I can get home myself," she tells him with a bite to her voice, and she says home in such a way as if he's secretly trying to take her down a different road, back to the compound, he supposes. 

He can't help but find it amusing that she seems to think he's in agreement with Elijah on his insistence on trying to make her move out of the bayou. If anything, he'd prefer she stayed there. Maybe she wouldn't get into the middle of situations like the one tonight.

"Oh, I'm well aware of that," he says with a slight smile.

He falters, though, as he glances at her and she stays staring straight ahead. Sighing quietly, he stops walking, reaching for her arm for her to do the same. She obliges, though with confusion, and he softens his voice as he speaks to her suspicious gaze. 

"It would merely bring me comfort to see that you get back to the bayou," he admits. "After all, there could still be some savage vampires roaming these streets, and they're always looking to pick a fight these days. Not that I'm not certain you could handle them on your own, but..." his smile grows a little as he tilts his head, "...I would feel better about ensuring your return home. That's all. I'll leave right away, I swear."

Surprise flickers in Hayley's eyes, unhidden as she's clearly caught off guard, but he holds her gaze, needing her to know he's being sincere. The thought of letting her find her own way back to the bayou, still injured and bleeding, doesn't sit right with him. She nods again, slower this time, and looks away as she agrees.

He drops his hand, keeping them away from her this time as they begin walking again. No matter how much he wants to reach back out every time he glances at her on the way there.

They reach the bayou in no time. His pace slows a little, falling out of step with Hayley as he admires the place. It's much prettier than he remembers it being the last time he saw it. Perhaps it's the romanticizing of the moonlight that's doing it; Rebekah was constantly going on about it and he never had any idea what she was on about half the time. For him, the moonlight was a curse. Something to be hated, to be wished would never come and feared when it inevitably came near. 

But now, he thinks he can see it from her eyes. It reflects across the water, mingling with the soft glow of the lanterns strung up all around them, closing in the little cabin and the many tents that litter the area. It almost looks cozy. Far more like a home for a wolf than the compound could ever be. 

There are people sat around a fire in the middle, he notices as he shakes the feeling off and picks his pace back up only to join Hayley as she comes to a stop at the edge of the clearing, surrounded by a cluster of trees. They're talking quietly amongst themselves, perched happily on logs. Laughing and joking. They look at peace. Like a family. He supposes that's what a real pack is meant to be. 

Even from afar, Klaus can see the relief on Jackson's face when he happens to lift his head and look right at them. His eyes widen, locking onto Hayley, a smile starting to form for a split second. Then it drops, and he stands, suddenly alert as his eyes slide over to Klaus and stay there, wary of his presence. 

Hayley turns to face him, and he looks down at her expectantly. She parts her lips as if to speak. It feels like she wants to say something, but she falters, her mouth closing again for a second as she seems to try and figure it out. He makes a decision, even though every part of him doesn't like it.

"Go," he tells her softly, motioning his head to the rest of her pack. "Be with them. And..."

He eyes her forehead and slowly lifts a hand, gently stroking the pad of his thumb across the track of blood. It's mostly dry now, he realizes with another pang of relief. Still, something twists deep inside of him at the sight of it. 

"...make sure you get that seen to."

He then swiftly drops his arm and takes a step back faster than she can blink. Forces himself to, because he's letting himself linger too long. That doesn't stop something pulling at him from inside, regretting the action. But that's exactly why he had to do it. This isn't right. 

Hayley does blink, her eyes widening a touch as she seems to try and process whatever just happened. Klaus honestly can't even figure it out either, and he doesn't think he wants to. It's more difficult when she's staring up at him through her lashes like she is now, not saying a word. 

That same soft glow off the lanterns and the moonlight frame her now. She looks like a painting with the bayou as her backdrop. Only adding to the perfect picture of beauty that even he would never be able to capture in a million more years with any brush or canvas. One would describe her as breathtaking in that black dress, that chain settled so perfectly on her chest, with her red-tinted lips, and even the wound on her head—and they would be right. 

His heart aches, and Klaus hasn't really yearned for anything since Vivianne Lescheres, yet, here Hayley is. Standing right in front of him but still completely out of his reach. Making him feel the things he was certain that he couldn't anymore. Had sworn that he never would again for fear of what it would do to him, how badly it would destroy him a second time if he were to have to lose her, too. 

"Uh, yeah," Hayley says slowly, as if in a daze, and coincidentally snapping him from his own. She shakes her head, but she doesn't look so sure about the action. "I'll...I'll definitely get it checked. Probably nothing though."

Klaus nods back in agreement, because he can't imagine the alternative. He hopes she's right. His eyes flick down to her stomach for a brief moment, unable to stop himself. Hayley must notice as he takes in a breath as she carefully places her hand on the bump as if to comfort both him and the baby in some way.

"We'll be fine, Klaus," she says softly, reassuring.

He lifts his eyes back to meet her gaze. "I don't doubt that for a second, Little Wolf," he tells her sincerely with a faint smile. 

She can take care of herself, he knows very well, and she wouldn't let any harm come to their child. He trusts her. Which is why he forces himself to look back down at the swampy dirt beneath his feet that's trying to suck his shoes beneath it, something inside of him giving him a shove as a reminder. 

He draws in a deep breath, quickly composes himself before anything can slip more than it may already have due to his foolish moment of weakness, and looks back up at her once more. 

"I should get going then," he says, set on making good on his promise, already taking a reluctant step away from her. "Have a nice night, love."

He's ready to leave, turning on his heels to make his departure. Perhaps go home and drink a bottle or two and maybe get an answer from Elijah about what the hell happened back at the feast. Marcel, obviously, but he needs an explanation, and preferably one that allows him to hit something. 

"Klaus, wait," Hayley blurts out. 

He immediately stops in his tracks out of mere surprise alone, but quickly turns back to her. She seems just as startled to realize she spoke aloud, but she draws herself up and glances over her shoulder with a thoughtful look on her face. After a moment's deliberation with herself and Klaus patiently waiting, she seems to come to some sort of decision.

"Gimme just...one second," she says, holding up a finger for him to stay put.

He falters, uncertain as his eyebrows draw together in confusion. His lips part to question her, but she has this pleading look on her face, just asking him not to go anywhere, and that aching deep inside of his chest, tucked away beneath his ribs returns stronger than ever. How could he say no to her?

He presses his lips together in a smile and simply nods his agreement to oblige. Her face lights up in a way he hasn't seen in a while, determination written into her features. Determined to do what, he doesn't know, but he's sure he'll find out. 

She turns away from him and finally strides over to join the rest of the wolves, all waiting for the arrival of their queen. Klaus can't help but watch her.

He watches Jackson embrace her without hesitation, wrapping her up in a tight hug, their smiles bright as they greet each other. The relief on his face as he closes his eyes for that split second and presses his face into her shoulder. His worry when he pulls back and finally notices the blood on her forehead. 

Klaus' stomach clenches as he reaches up to touch it with concern, his mouth moving as he speaks. Hayley brushes it off, gently waving his hand away before he can come in contact. Her smile lingers even then, even as she talks, addressing them all as one. They're all enraptured by her, that much is obvious. Looking at her like she hung the moon, and the stars, and gave them everything in the world. Awe-stricken puppies, full of fondness and love. Klaus smiles. 

"A queen indeed," he mutters to himself, the statement never feeling truer.

She says something else, but he's too enraptured by her like the rest of them to pick up on it until he notices the change in the wolves around her. They all tense up, suddenly seeming on edge. Some even glance his way. Jackson and his little sidekick, Oliver, included. 

He shifts on his feet uncertainly and sets his jaw under their scrutiny, lifting his head. Simple method of intimidation that usually works on packs when it comes from someone like him. But he notices Hayley put a hand on Jackson's arm, speaking again, and this time, the cold, hard stare he's giving him falters. 

A beat passes as he glances from him to Hayley and back again. Then he nods despite Klaus getting the feeling that he would rather be doing anything else just by the look on his face alone. Oliver doesn't look any more pleased about whatever's going on. Some of the wolves seem a little unsure, some just as wary as their leaders, and some looking unfazed.

Hayley nods back to Jackson, her smile lighting up her face even from so far away. She then leaves Jackson's side and quickly makes her way back across the bayou, approaching him. He composes himself, raising his eyebrows in questioning curiosity as she stops in front of him.

"So...would you maybe wanna stay a little while?" she asks carefully, something different about her voice as she does. Strangely shy, nervous, almost worried about his response. It would seem like an act that he would expect her to pull out for a joke if it weren't for the glint of sincerity he catches in her eyes as she looks up at him like that again. 

She nods her head back to the wolves, swaying side-to-side ever so slightly. He barely glances at them, his eyes fixed on her. How could they not be, he thinks.

"They all agreed to play nice," she adds as if to convince him, and when she looks back up at him, she flashes that smile at him. "You are technically one of us, after all. And...some of them wouldn't mind getting to know you better. Might even make them less hostile toward you."

Klaus feigns a scoff, his mouth stretching as something in his chest tightens at hearing her call him one of her them. 

"And why would I want that?" he jokes, but actually takes a moment to look over at the pack now. Some are still watching with piercing gazes, others already gone back to their previous positions and conversations. 

"Because a good king doesn't rule with hostility," Hayley says, surprising him. "He rules with respect. And kindness, though I know that one's trickier for you, so maybe just stick with respect and civility."

Klaus actually laughs, looking away from her, shaking his head. Part of him does wonder if she's right. Perhaps a little less hostility and aggression wouldn't be so bad. It might even make some part of New Orleans somewhat safer and easier to work with. If the wolves of the bayou trust him more than they clearly do now, perhaps it could help.

He looks at Hayley as he considers. She tilts her head, her eyebrows raising the slightest bit. There's still blood on her forehead, but she doesn't seem to care one bit as she smiles, hopeful. It does something to him; it's like he melts on the inside, the hard edges of his defences softening a little, and the idea doesn't actually seem so bad. 

He draws himself up, smiling as he takes a deep breath as if still thinking, his eyes drifting back to the wolves. "I suppose it couldn't hurt to stay a little while." He shifts his gaze back to her, meeting her eyes. "As long as you're sure you want me to? I did make a promise to you, after all, that I would leave as soon as I saw you were home."

Something flickers in Hayley's expression and her smile widens. She nods.

"I'm sure, Klaus," she says, and he can hear that she means it. "I want you to stay."

Hearing it makes something twist inside of him but it's not unpleasant. He nods again and stretches an arm out in front of him, gesturing back toward the rest of the pack. 

"Then it would be my pleasure. After you, Little Wolf."

Hayley rolls her eyes and grabs his wrist as she starts walking back over, pulling him with her. His heartbeat jumps in surprise, and he can't help but eye her hand wrapped around his wrist as he happily obliges, following behind her. A smile spreads back across his face. He ducks his head, warmth pooling in his chest and spreading, even as Hayley drags him along to properly introduce him. 

He isn't exactly met with open arms, but they're not tearing his throat out either. It's strange, he thinks as Hayley takes a seat on the ground after refusing to let anyone give up their seat, and he sits down beside her without a second thought. How he feels less out of place than he thought he would. There are a couple of wary glances thrown about, but he brushes them off with ease.

Soon enough, it almost feels like the tension lifts from the air as the wolves regain their lighthearted bubble, the laughing and joking starting back up. Klaus will admit to joining in every now and then, and he won't admit that he smiles a little wider and laughs a little harder when Hayley looks at him like that.

Something about the bayou, and the wolves that he thought he couldn't trust, who weren't his kind yet feel familiar in a strange way. He isn't sure what it is, but it's an interesting feeling, and the bayou isn't looking like such a bad place for Hayley and their daughter to be. Perhaps he just needs to spend more time there, with the pack. With Hayley. He certainly wouldn't mind that.