#klaus mikealson fanfiction

[klausysworld]

I don’t know why but I really want something with Klaus breaking reads heart.

Maybe…. Reader and Cami have been kidnapped and Klaus has to choose who to save. He chooses Cami but before reader can be killed Elijah saves her.

Left for dead

Living with the originals was hard enough. Between the betrayals and the wars just within the family was overwhelming let alone outsiders going out of their way to destroy each of them.

Being with Klaus was already difficult, between his mood swings and temper tantrum’s he wasn't an easy person to love and yet I did.

Even when I realised he was in love with someone else, even whilst knowing he was kissing someone else, I didn't leave him. I loved him with everything in me whether it was killing me or not.

I had offered my life for his, I took life for his and I ruined my own life for his. With Klaus came his family and I did everything I could to welcome them as my own. Even after I found out that his sister knew that he was seeing someone else.

Hope was treated the way I would treat my own daughter and I loved more than anyone else to walk the planet. Maybe that was why I stayed, for Hope. Or maybe that’s what I tell myself because how could I have been pathetic enough to stay for a an who only saw me as a warm body.

For some reason I had it in my head that perhaps he loved both me and Camille. Maybe he thought I wouldn't accept it and so he kept it a secret but surely after everything he should know that I would never try to change him or invalidate his feelings. It was stupid to be okay with him seeing Cami behind my back, I was blinded by something I had created in my mind.

I would smile when Cami was near and I tried to talk to Klaus but he labelled me paranoid and brushed it off. So I thought maybe he regretted it and he didn't want me to know because he wanted to stop. Maybe he did still love me.

This was the ultimate test really.

Both myself and Camille were beaten until black, blue and bloody. A loop of our cries and screams echoed through my mind and bounced against the walls of whatever dungeon we were seemingly chained within. I had no way of knowing how long we had been there but my body and soul felt such a sense of relief when Klaus's voice rang through the building. That feeling only lasted a few seconds before our captures taunting replayed in my head:

"Klaus will choose between you both, he will decide who lives or dies. He may think that he can have it all, have you both but I won't let him well. Whichever one he chooses, the guilt from the other will eat away at him, he won't be able to stay with the other. You will all end up broken and alone." he had whispered cruelly.

Her heart pounded in her throat as she watched Klaus approach them both, his hands coated in red as he forced the bars that separated us apart and went to step through only to let out a gasp and drop to his knees. The with who had tortured us for however long appeared from thin air in front of Klaus and I automatically pulled my legs to my chest to hide in the corner.

"Only one of them leaves" he stated, a grin on his face. "I don't care which but you will choose one or they both die and the next to go missing will be your daughter"

At his words Klaus let out a vicious snarl and attempted to lurch forward at the man but a sharp pain forced its way to his head and caused a loud yell of pain to burst from within him.

I could feel my eyes burning with another flow of tears just watching his pain, knowing what he felt. I could see Cami staring straight at me. Over our time in here together she had often brought up Klaus's ultimatum, I told her that I knew that they loved each other. I told her that he would choose her. She was certain that I was wrong and that Klaus didn't love her but just used her as a release. But I knew what Klaus looked like when he was in love. Even so part of me hoped she was right, it was a dark thought, a horrible hope that I wish I didn't have but I really wanted it to be true.

I looked back to Camille, a tight lipped smile that was probably more of a grimace formed on my lips as I mouthed the words 'it'll be okay' to her and her head shook as tears slipped down her cheeks.

Cami was sweet, she was lovely and I loathed it. She wanted to die instead of me, she said I deserved to live more than she did. That I was Hope's second mother I was apart of the Mikaelsons. She apologised for ever being with Klaus and it just made me feel worse. I thought that maybe they were lies, maybe she secretly hoped that Klaus would choose her and I would be left to die.

I couldn't tell and it didn't really matter anymore. Not when I realised that Klaus was right in front of me. I felt a small spark of hope as his arms wrapped around me and he pulled my close to his chest. A soft sniffle left him and his lips pressed to the side and top of my head

"I'm so sorry" his voice whispered with a crack and I went to tell him it was okay before I felt him pulling away and I realised what he was apologising for "forgive me" he uttered as he made his way to Cami.

My eyes stayed blurry with tears but they didn't fall as a complete feeling of numbness spread throughout me completely. I could hear my captures sickening laugh spin around me and I could hear Camille asking Klaus what he was doing.

"Klaus- go back to her" she whispered but he shook his head

"I love you" he admitted and a bitter laugh left my lips. I covered my mouth with my hands and pressed my forehead against my knees. I shouldn’t have been surprised and I shouldn’t have been so upset. I knew he loved her, I knew he would choose but for some reason it hurt so much more when he actually confirmed it.

I could hear Camille apologising to me as Klaus lifted her up, carrying her to a safety I thought I would never again know.

As soon as they left hands were on me, grabbing and dragging me by my hair to force me to crawl wherever he wanted me. Uncontrollable pain shot through me continuously and I had no time to comprehend the sobs that shook my body. I felt my back arch painfully, almost breaking but not quite, my head was forced back so my neck was bared and a sharp knife went to the edge of my neck.

"it's unfortunate really..." the voice uttered before the blade began to sink into my throat. My eyes closed and I welcomed the quick death but the pressure stopped and a thud sounded from before me.

Fingers pressed to the place the knife had began to cut, a familiar scent engulfed me and an arm circled my waist.

"You're alright darling" the voice whispered, pulling me into an embrace making me grab onto the back of his suit silently. "He's gone now Y/n. You're safe." he murmured softly, rubbing my back before i felt him pull back a little bit. My eyes slowly cracked open to see his face, his deep dark eyes boring into mine with a knowing look of pity. Silently I watched as an array of reds and purples scattered under his chocolate brown eyes and his pearly fangs dipped into the tough skin of his wrist. The fresh wound was lifted to my lips and I accepted the metallic taste with a sigh. I drank for much longer than I needed, I expected he would pull be off but his hand only pet the back of my head gently

"Good girl" he whispered "just heal". His touch made my heart hurt and I didn't bother trying to stop the tears from falling anymore. My hands clutched onto his jacket desperately and I gulped his blood down as though it was water.

Soft touches were given to the skin of my face before his silk handkerchief cleaned at the dirt and dried blood that had dripped down my neck. Reluctantly I pulled away from his wrist and licked my lips clean. He wiped his own wrist and tucked the material away into his pocket. Elijah proceeded to pull the jacket off of his body and instead wrapped it around my shoulders. The inside was warm and smelt of home.

My eyes felt heavy with exhaustion and I gave him a tired smile making him frown.

"I'll bring you home now okay?" he whispered but I shook my head

"I can't go back" I muttered "I won't stay with him anymore. I should have left ages ago" I admitted and his eyes grew glossier.

"Where should I take you?" He asked gently and I shrugged

"Airport? Train station? I don't care just don't tell anyone you saved me? Please?" I begged softly and he nodded.

"I'll give you whatever you need" he promised "anything"

[specialagentlokitty]

Klaus x autistic!reader - just be there

I just read your Klaus x autistic reader i was wondering if i could request another Klaus x autistic reader whereby the reader doesn't exactly go missing but kinda goes off on her own because everybody like damon, stefan elena ect were arguing and it was all too loud for her and then they realise the readers gone, klaus finds out and is annoyed but eventually finds her and takes care of her, totally okay if not - thanks for taking the time to read ❣️- @floxalprinxess3000💜

Listening to the arguing, you simply just walked to the door, a tight grip with your hand around your arm, nails digging into the skin.

You made your way outside, and down the street, not caring about not telling them where you were going, you just didn’t want to be there anymore.

There was only one place you wanted to go to, and that’s where you made your way to.

Everybody was still so busy arguing, shouting, they hadn’t noticed you were gone, but they did notice when the door was thrown open and a part of a fence was thrown through, barely missing Elena.

“Where is it?!” Klaus shouted.

“We won’t tell you!” Bonnie snapped.

Klaus threw something else through the house, narrowing his eyes at them.

He stopped slowly looking over them all once again.

“Yeah, she’s in here with us, so you’re not going to throw anything else.” Damon taunted.

They all knew Klaus had a soft spot for you, it was obvious when he tried to attack them but stopped when he saw you.

He always stopped when he saw you, because in truth he was soft on you.

“No she isn’t.”

“Yes she is.” Caroline said.

They all seemed so smug and he shook his head, slowly backing down the porch.

“No she isn’t you idiots!”

Klaus spun around on his heel and jogged down the street, trying to figure out where you would go so he could find you.

Your friends frantically looked around, but none of them knew where you would have run to.

The only person who did was Klaus, he had been there plenty of times before, he knew it was your favourite place, your calm place.

He wasted no time in getting there, and he looked around, finding you sitting under a tree.

He walked over, crouching over you and he took your hand in his, moving it away from your arm.

“It’s alright love, you’re alright.”

Klaus sat himself at your side and reached into his pocket, pulling out some bandaids that he used to cover up the small wounds.

He smoothed his thumb along them and smiled, bringing your hand to his lips he kissed your knuckles.

“All better now.”

You took your hand back and placed it on his knee making him chuckle.

He smiled, reaching out to place his hand on the side of your face, letting you lean into his touch.

“How did you find me…?”

“I always know how to find you love, no matter what, no matter where. I’ll always find you, you remember that alright?”

You looked away.

“What’s going on? Usually you don’t go gallivanting all alone. The idiots didn’t even know you were missing.”

“Arguing… I don’t know what about…”

Klaus hummed, running his thumb along your cheek.

“They should know better by now. I swear when I get my hands on them…” he growled.

You reached out, touching his face, running your finger along his furrowed brow, looking at his hybrid eyes.

“Klaus…”

His eyes connected with yours and they returned to normal.

“I’m sorry love but it’s true, they need to be taught a lesson. Watching them just completely ignore what makes you uncomfortable is not fair, I don’t see why you like them so much.”

“They’re my friends…”

Klaus smirked a little.

“What does that make me?”

You smiled softly at him, running your fingers down his face, then you reached for the necklace around his neck so you could mess with it.

“My more than friend…”

He chuckled softly, reaching up to take your hand so he could lace your fingers together.

“Well, would you to know what this more than friend thinks?”

You nodded.

He stood up, still holding your hand.

“I think you need to go for ice cream at that place you like so much, don’t you?”

Your face immediately lit up and you nodded, letting him pull you up.

You wrapped your arms around him, balling your hands into the fabric of his shirt, resting your head on his chest.

“Can we stay here…? They can’t find me here..”

Klaus nodded, wrapping his arms protectively around you.

“We can stay here as long as you like.”

He was in no rush to go anywhere, it’s not like he had plans.

If you didn’t want to see your friends, then he would hide out there with you so you wouldn’t have to see them, then when you were ready he would get your favourite ice cream and take you home.

You enjoyed the feeling of his arms around you, you felt safe, and protected.

Maybe he was the big bad guy for everybody else, but you stumbled across him before you found out, you found safety in him before you knew that.

He never brought that life around you, he kept you protected and safe from everything he was doing because there was something about you.

He didn’t know it was, but there was something about you he just couldn’t hurt, he just couldn’t upset.

To see you hurt or upset it hurt him.

“Would you like to know a secret?” He whispered.

Klaus felt you nod your head, and he smiled, taking your chin between his fingers he tilted your head up to him.

“Whenever I need to calm down, I think of you…”

“Why…?”

He leant down, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Because I care about you love, if you need to calm down, or you need help just think of me, I won’t be too far away..”

You took took his hand, wrapping it around your shoulder, and he pulled you into his side.

“Can we go back home..?”

“We can do whatever you like.”

You smiled, taking his hand and you both began to leave you hiding spot, making your way back out on to the streets.

Anybody who ever dared to look in your direction was immediately run off by him.

When you got distracted he would let you drag him around.

All you needed him to do was just be there, just be right next to you because then you knew that everything was going to be okay.

Because as long as Klaus was next to you you knew that you were safe, that you were fine

[wholoveseggs]

Extraordinary

18+ ---- {Masterlist}

Just a quick ménage à trois with the boys

6k words - Warnings: so fucking smutty, barely a plot, Klaus being mildly inappropriate (duh!) oh! and...so. fucking. smutty. But I'm still a romantic at heart so there isn't anything crazy. If you rather read this on Ao3- Link is here {Part Two}{Part Three}

"It's okay to love fucking them both. I did."

Extraordinary

The room was filled with the sounds of passion: moans, heavy breathing, and the hot, wet noises of your bodies colliding. Your hands tightly grasped his shoulders while his lips traced soft kisses along your neck. Waves of pleasure surged through your body with every stroke, each movement sending electric sparks as his pelvis brushed against you. The room echoed with your whispered words of love and devotion, his name escaping your lips.

In those moments of intensity, it transcended mere physical connection; it became something far more profound—an emotional experience. The quiet, serious man you knew so well was now pouring all of his feelings into each deep, passionate thrust. You couldn't speak, the heat of your cheeks almost burning. The way he made you feel was like nothing else, a mix of pure fire and vulnerability, as if your hearts were beating as one. 

He emitted a low, appreciative hum upon noticing your flushed cheeks. His hands cradled your heated body against his, his gaze never wavering from yours as he admired your flawless face. He gently pressed his forehead to yours, his lips seeking yours with a desperate hunger, kissing you as if he couldn't get enough. The sensations he elicited sent your heart racing and your breath hitching, lost in the profound love he was conveying.

He was intimately familiar with your body, attuned to your every response. His eyes looked into yours with warmth and affection as he sensed your approaching climax. A tender smile graced his lips, love emanating with every touch.

"I love you, my beautiful one," he murmured, his grip on your thighs tightening as he lifted them higher, allowing him to delve deeper inside you.

"I-I..." you tried to respond, but your words dissolved into short gasps as his cock hit your sweet spot with every deep thrust. You began to pant and moan as your pleasure soared, your body tense and shaking from being on the edge of exploding.

"I know," he said softly, his voice was a low rumble against your ear. His thrusts became harder as he felt your undoing. 

"I can hear you two all the way from the first floor," Klaus said, his voice cutting through your intimate moment like a knife.

His interruption caught you off guard, and you climaxed unexpectedly, gripping Elijah's shoulders tightly and emitting a loud whine. Embarrassment painted your face a deep shade of red, and you buried your face in his chest, seeking refuge from the intrusion.

Klaus was leaning casually in the doorway, watching you with hungry eyes.

Elijah's expression turned from one of pleasure to annoyance in an instant. "Klaus, get the fuck out!" he roared, his voice reverberating through the room.

Klaus, undeterred by Elijah's fury, merely grinned wider, thoroughly enjoying his brother's discomfort. "Oh, I do apologize for intruding on your... privacy," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "I'm merely ensuring that you two are fully aware of the acoustics in this house," he quipped, his eyes flickering mischievously between the two of you.

You felt a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance, still recovering from the intimate moment that had been so abruptly shattered. "Can't you knock or something?" you shot back, your voice laced with frustration.

Klaus merely shrugged, feigning innocence. "Where's the fun in that? I do enjoy surprises," he replied, his grin widening.

Elijah was seething, his anger palpable as he tightened his embrace around you, shielding you from Klaus's view. "I'm not joking, Klaus," he warned, his voice a dangerous undertone. "Leave us, now."

Klaus raised an eyebrow, his tone mockingly innocent. "As you wish, dear brother," he said, pushing away from the doorframe. "I'll go have a drink and pretend I heard nothing. But do try to keep the noise down, won't you?"

With a final wink, Klaus made his exit, leaving you and Elijah in blessed solitude. You breathed a sigh of relief against Elijah's chest, the embarrassment slowly receding.

"I am truly sorry for Klaus's behavior," he murmured, his voice soft and reassuring as he looked down at you. "He has a talent for impeccable timing."

You managed a weak smile, appreciating his efforts to make you feel comfortable despite the embarrassing situation. "It's not your fault," you replied, your voice still shaky.

Elijah pressed a loving kiss to your forehead, his arms wrapped protectively around you. "I promise to deal with him later."

The next morning, you woke up to Elijah still sleeping soundly, and decided to surprise him with a homemade breakfast. As you quietly made your way downstairs, you couldn't help but chuckle at the memory of Klaus's interruption from the night before.

In the kitchen, you set to work, chopping vegetables and preparing a hearty breakfast. The sound of sizzling bacon filled the room, and you hummed a tune to yourself, enjoying the simple pleasure of cooking for the man you loved.

Just as you were about to set the table, Klaus strolled into the kitchen, his eyes wandering appreciatively over your figure. You tensed, feeling uncomfortable under his gaze.

"Good morning, love," Klaus purred, his tone dripping with charm. "I must say, you look even more enchanting in the daylight."

You forced a polite smile, trying to ignore his advances. "Good morning, Klaus. I'm making breakfast for Elijah. Would you like some too?"

Klaus leaned against the counter, his smile never wavering. "Ah, the sounds of passion I heard last night were proof of Elijah's good taste," he said, his words laced with innuendo. "But I assure you, I can make you scream even louder."

Your face flushed with anger, and you took a step back, putting some distance between you and Klaus. "Oh fuck off, Klaus. You are disgusting,"

Klaus chuckled, seemingly unfazed by your rejection. "Oh, I love a challenge. You know… if it makes you more comfortable, Elijah and I have shared lovers before," he said, his eyes darkening with desire.

Your curiosity got the better of you, and you couldn't help but ask, "You and Elijah have shared lovers?"

Klaus grinned, seemingly enjoying your curiosity. "Indeed, we have, darling. It can be quite an exhilarating experience."

Before you could inquire further, Elijah entered the kitchen, his presence immediately drawing your attention. He observed the exchange between you and Klaus, his expression growing darker by the second.

Klaus decided to playfully push the boundaries, stepping closer to you and letting his fingers brush against your arm. "But, my dear, there is something you should know. We've never shared someone one of us loves."

Elijah couldn't contain his anger any longer. He stormed over to you, putting himself between you and Klaus, and held you close, his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss. It was a clear declaration to Klaus that you were his, and his alone.

Klaus raised an eyebrow, seemingly unfazed by Elijah's possessiveness. "Well, aren't you the protective one today," he said with a smirk.

Elijah's voice was cold and firm as he spoke to Klaus. "I won't allow you to disrespect her or encroach on what's mine."

Klaus merely chuckled. "No need to get so defensive, brother. I was just having a little fun."

Despite Elijah's possessive display, you found yourself intrigued by the idea of being with both of them at the same time. You couldn't help but ask, "What would it entail? Being with both of you?"

Elijah looked down at you, his expression a mixture of concern and curiosity. "Are you sure? It's a path that requires careful consideration."

Klaus grinned mischievously, clearly enjoying the turn of events. "It would be an experience you'd never forget, darling," he added.

Feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension, you looked from Elijah to Klaus, trying to gauge their reactions. Elijah's eyes bore into yours, searching for any signs of discomfort or hesitation.

"Are you okay with this?" you ask Elijah, not wanting to push him if he wasn't comfortable sharing you. 

Elijah's gaze softened, his thumb brushing over your lips in a tender gesture. "I want you to understand that you mean everything to me," he said, his voice gentle yet firm. "If you are curious or willing to explore this, I will support you. But I need you to be certain.”

Klaus's eyes glittered with a mix of desire and amusement. "Well, isn't this a fascinating turn of events," he remarked, his tone playful yet suggestive. "I suppose I'll leave you two to discuss the logistics."

"Hold on," you said firmly, looking from Klaus to Elijah. "I want to make a few things clear. First, what happens between Klaus and me will be purely physical; I love only Elijah. Second, I want it to be a surprise – Elijah gets to decide when and where. Third, I'm in control."

Elijah's eyes held a mixture of appreciation and pride as he nodded in agreement. "Your conditions are reasonable, my love. I'll choose a wonderful spot," he said, his voice filled with warmth and affection.

Klaus, ever the charmer, grinned, seemingly undeterred by your terms. "A challenge and spontaneity, my favorite combination," he remarked. "I look forward to the surprise, and I'll gladly play by your rules, my dear."

You met Klaus's gaze, your expression firm. "No games, Klaus. This is about exploration and trust, not manipulation."

Klaus raised his hands in a mock surrender, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I promise, no tricks. Just pleasure, pure and simple."

The following days were filled with anticipation and unspoken desire. It was as though a different kind of electricity lingered in the air, a palpable tension that hung between you, Elijah, and Klaus. You carried on with your daily routines, but beneath the surface, a thrilling secret awaited its unveiling.

You found yourself constantly thinking about what lay ahead, wondering when the surprise would come, and how it would unfold. Every touch, every look from Elijah and Klaus seemed to carry a new layer of meaning, hinting at the depths of their longing.

One evening, as you lounged on the comfortable sofa, lost in a book, Klaus approached you with a knowing smile. "My dear, how about a little change of scenery?" he suggested, his voice dripping with intrigue. "Elijah is waiting for us."

You glanced up from your book, a mixture of excitement and apprehension coursing through you. "Where is he?" you asked.

Klaus chuckled, his gaze filled with mischief. "It's a surprise, love. You'll have to trust us."

With a silent nod, you closed your book and let Klaus lead the way. As you followed him through the grand house, your heart raced with anticipation, and your body tingled with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. 

The destination remained a mystery until you reached the rooftop. A cool breeze swept over you, carrying the scents of the night and a breathtaking view of the city's lights. A blanket was spread out on the rooftop, complete with comfortable cushions and soft blankets. Soft twinkle lights hung above and there were a few candles placed about, the atmosphere sensual and romantic.

Elijah was waiting there, his hand found its way to yours, his fingers intertwining and he reassured you with a loving squeeze. He guided you near the makeshift bed, his hands on your waist, and he whispered into your ear, "This is where our adventure begins, beautiful one."

You could feel Klaus's presence behind you. "Are you ready, darling?" he asked.

With a mixture of excitement and determination, you met their gazes, your heart pounding in anticipation. "I trust both of you," you said, your voice unwavering.

Elijah's lips found yours in a sweet, lingering kiss, a promise of what was to come. Klaus, came up from behind and began kissing your neck, igniting a fire of longing within you. 

“I have an idea,” you said softly, untying Elijah’s tie, pulling it off slowly and giving him a look full of desire. “Could you put this around my eyes?” you ask, a flush of embarrassment heating up your cheeks. 

Elijah's eyes darkened with arousal as he watched you, understanding the vulnerability and trust behind your request. He gently took the tie from your hands and nodded, his touch reassuring as he carefully blindfolded you, tying the silk securely around your eyes.

The world around you plunged into darkness, heightening your other senses. You could feel the warmth of their bodies close to you and the steady rhythm of your own heartbeat. The anticipation hung thick in the air, making every touch and caress more electrifying.

With a delicate touch, Elijah's fingers trailed down the zipper of your dress, slowly revealing the soft skin underneath. The fabric slipped off your shoulders, pooling at your feet, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. His hands explored the curves of your body, igniting sparks of desire wherever they roamed.

Meanwhile, Klaus's lips continued to kiss your neck, his hands found the clasp of your bra, deftly undoing it and freeing your breasts to the night air. His touch was confident as he cupped them, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples. You bit your lip to suppress a moan, already incredibly turned on.

"I want to hear you, darling," Klaus murmured against your skin, he lightly grazed your nipples again, and you let out a soft gasp. “That's it,” he replied approvingly. 

Elijah's fingers continued their exploration, tracing the outline of your wetness through the fabric of your panties. Your hips instinctively moved in rhythm with his touch, seeking more of the delicious friction he provided. Klaus, sensing your growing need, took your arms, pinning them gently behind you, leaving you completely at their mercy.

Elijah, emboldened by your responses, slipped a finger beneath your panties, his touch making your cheeks flush. He found your clit, rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles that made your head spin with pleasure. You couldn't help the moans that escaped your lips, your body writhing with desire, caught between the dual sensations of Klaus's firm hold and Elijah's teasing caresses.

"You're so responsive," Elijah murmured, his voice a low, seductive growl. His fingers continued their torturous exploration, each stroke pushing you closer. The blindfold heightened your senses, making everything more electrifying.

“And we have barely begun,” Klaus said as he continued to kiss your neck, occasionally nibbling on your ear, his free hand playing with your nipples.

Elijah slipped another finger beneath your panties, his touch quickening. He found your entrance, teasingly circling before slowly sliding inside you. You let out a soft gasp, a mixture of pleasure and surprise flooding your senses. His thumb maintained its rhythm on your clit, intensifying the sensations that threatened to overwhelm you.

Klaus's grip on your arms tightened slightly, he turned your head roughly, his lips finding yours in a fierce, demanding kiss that left you breathless.

"You taste exquisite," Klaus murmured against your lips, his words sending waves of pleasure straight to your core.

Delicious pressure began to build, pushing you closer to the edge. Your moans filled the night air, blending with the soft, wet sounds of Elijah's fingers inside you. The darkness of the blindfold amplified every touch, every sound, every breath, until you felt like you were on the precipice of a glorious fall.

"Please," you begged, your voice a desperate plea. The need in your voice was unmistakable, your body craving release.

Elijah's lips found yours again, swallowing your moans as he whispered against your mouth, his words a promise and a command. "Let go, my love. We're here to catch you."

Elijah's fingers expertly found the perfect angle, sending a shockwave of pleasure through your entire being. Your body convulsed with the force of your release, a loud cry escaping your lips. 

As your senses slowly returned, you became aware of the warmth of their bodies pressed against yours, the rhythm of their breathing, the lingering echoes of pleasure that still pulsed through your veins. The tie around your eyes intensifying the intimacy of the moment.

Elijah's warm hand found yours, guiding you down onto the makeshift bed. Your body trembled with anticipation as you got on your knees, fully aware of the impending pleasure. The sound of rustling fabric filled the air as they undressed, their hands then guiding you onto your back, your head resting on the soft pillows.

Elijah positioned himself on your left, his lips tracing a path along your neck, his hands exploring your body and parting your legs. On your right, Klaus eagerly kissed you, his hands cupping and squeezing your breasts, eliciting soft moans from your lips.

"Such pretty sounds," Elijah murmured appreciatively, leaving a trail of kisses as he moved lower down your body.

"Allow me a taste, brother," Klaus requested, causing Elijah to pause his descent. You could feel Klaus positioning himself between your legs. Then suddenly you feel his tongue gliding along your wet folds, eagerly savoring your arousal. He was rougher than what you were used to with Elijah, he plunged three fingers into you with a sense of urgency as he teased your clit with his lips and teeth.

You whimpered, your hips moving in rhythm with his tongue, pleasure building within you, your hands pulling on his hair. Klaus used his free hand to hold your thigh down, while Elijah kissed you neck, whispering sweet things in your ear, his arm wrapped around your waist, momentarily stilling your movements.

Incoherent words spilled from your lips as the overwhelming sensations consumed you, the dual pleasure from their intimate touch becoming almost too intense to bear. Elijah's lips found yours in a hungry kiss, muffling your cries of pleasure. He held you tightly, his fingers trailing over your skin. Klaus continued to eat you out, his fingers moving inside you with a relentless rhythm. You felt like you were on fire, every nerve ending tingling with pleasure as your climax approached.

As the intensity of your pleasure peaked, you cried out their names, your body convulsing with the force of your release. Elijah and Klaus continued to touch you, prolonging your pleasure until you were left trembling and utterly spent, a sheen of sweat covering your skin.

Klaus's lips traveled to your thigh, where he kissed and sucked on the soft skin. Feeling his teeth graze along it, you sat up slightly, shaking your head in warning.

"Don't bite me, Klaus," you said firmly, your voice still shaky from your orgasm.

Klaus let out a disappointed sigh, wiping the wetness on his face onto your leg before moving away from you.

You could feel Elijah's smile against your neck. "Good girl," he hummed, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. "You are mine," he declared, slipping his tongue into your mouth.

"You two are insufferable," Klaus chuckled lightheartedly as his hands traveled up your curves to your waist. 

Suddenly, Klaus turned you around, pulling you onto his lap. You could feel the heat of Elijah's body settling behind you, his chest pressing into your back.

You gasped at the sudden change in position, Elijah's arms wrapped around you, holding you securely against his chest. Klaus's hands moved from your waist to your thighs, his thumb grazing your clit, making you tremble.

"Show us what you want," Elijah whispered in your ear, his hands cupping your breasts, his fingers gently teasing your nipples.

You reached out, your fingers grazing Klaus's chest before trailing down to find his cock, his size felt comparable to Elijah's. Sitting up, you adjusted your legs for better control and guided Klaus to your cunt, slowly lowering yourself. A smile played on your lips as you adjusted to his size, pleasure coursing through you.

Elijah hummed in your ear, his voice a soft murmur. "Taking my brother in so well," he observed. "You should see his face."

Elijah shifted, and you reached out for him, your hand finding his thigh near your face. You slid your hand up his leg to his cock, applying the perfect amount of pressure as you started to stroke him.

You began to rock your hips, gradually increasing your pace and Klaus let out a groan. His hands slid down to grip your ass, delivering a loud, harsh smack. You yelped, your movements faltering, and Klaus seized your hips roughly, taking control and making you bounce on his cock.

A loud moan escaped your lips, and you took Elijah into your mouth, sucking on the head before slowly taking more of him down your throat, your movements synchronized with Klaus's thrusts.

The room was filled with the sounds of your pleasure, the wet, rhythmic noises of your body moving against Klaus's, the soft slurping sounds as you took Elijah deeper into your mouth. 

Klaus's grip on your hips tightened, guiding your movements as he thrust upwards, meeting your downward motions with a force that made your whole body tremble. He smacked your ass hard over and over in the same spot, it was stinging and burning, the mix of pain and pleasure making you tighten around him.

Your mouth began to drip with saliva, your eyes tearing up under the tie still around your head. Elijah's fingers tangled in your hair, urging you on as you took him in deeper, the sensation both overwhelming and exhilarating.

Elijah's voice was a low growl. "That's it, my love. Take us both. Show us how good you are."

Your moans were muffled around Elijah's cock, your body responding eagerly to their commands. The pleasure built within you, an intense heat coiling in your belly, threatening to consume you entirely.

With a final, powerful thrust, Klaus came inside you, his grip on your hips unyielding. His release triggered your own; waves of pleasure crashing over you as your body exploded. Elijah, too, reached his peak, his grip on your hair tightening almost painfully as he spilled himself into your mouth.

The three of you collapsed in a tangled mess of limbs and heavy breathing, spent from the intensity of your shared pleasure. Elijah pulled you into his chest, positioning you so you were lying next to him, holding you close and kissing you passionately. 

"I have an idea; I'll be right back," Klaus said, getting up and leaving the roof.

Elijah gently removed the blindfold, his eyes filled with deep love and devotion as he looked at you. His hand moved to grip your thigh, pulling it up around his hip, you could feel his cock brushing against you. 

"Are you alright?" he asked sweetly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear with affection.

You nodded, still too blissed out to articulate your emotions. Your fingers traced his cheekbone softly, overwhelmed by the love and care he displayed.

"We can stop now if you want," he murmured gently, his warm brown eyes locked onto yours with concern.

"No, I want more," you replied with a shaky voice, offering him a sweet smile. "This is amazing." 

Elijah's eyes softened with adoration, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. "As you wish," he whispered.

Shortly after, Klaus reappeared, carrying a sizable vibrator and a bottle of lube. Your eyes widened, uncertainty clouding your thoughts about taking things to that level.

Elijah's reassuring touch on your thigh comforted you, but your cheeks flushed, and you instinctively buried your head into his chest. "I don't know if she's up for it, Klaus," Elijah asserted firmly, his protective embrace around you unwavering.

"Oh, come now, darling. I promised to make you scream," Klaus said with a wild grin, his excitement evident as he settled down behind you. 

You were caught between the anticipation of exploring further and the mild apprehension about what Klaus had in mind. Elijah's protective presence offered a sense of security, his warm fingers trailing soothing patterns on your thigh.

Elijah's words carried a tone of concern as he addressed Klaus, "Klaus, we need to be considerate of her feelings and comfort."

Klaus, undeterred by Elijah's caution, leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered with a hint of mischief, "Don't worry. We'll take it slow, and if at any point you want to stop, just say the word."

Elijah kissed your forehead gently, offering silent support and reassurance. With cautious excitement, you gave a hesitant nod, pulling the blindfold back down over your eyes. 

You felt both men shift around you, your body trembling again as a million naughty thoughts raced through your mind. You felt two hands dip under you, pulling you into a lap, your back against their front. You realized it was Klaus by his breathing, he began nibbling on your ear, sending heat straight to your core. 

"Now, love, have you explored this territory before?" Klaus inquired, his hand venturing down between you, gently inserting a finger into your other hole. The tightness of the muscle pressed against his digit.

You nodded, biting your lip as you comprehended his suggestion. Klaus's lips curved into a knowing smile against your neck, his tongue tracing the delicate skin. "Tsk, tsk, I had no idea you and Elijah were so adventurous," he teased.

"Only for special occasions," Elijah chimed in from in front of you, his hands gripping your thighs possessively.

"Is it alright if I?" Klaus whispered in your ear. You nodded eagerly, your arousal already evident, the thought of having both of them at the same time driving you wild with desire.

With your consent, Klaus continued his teasing exploration, his skilled fingers working their magic, preparing you for what was to come. You felt a mix of anticipation and nervous excitement, the air crackling with the promise of a new, intense experience.

Elijah's hands, strong and reassuring, held your thighs gently, his touch grounding you amidst the whirlwind of sensations. "Relax, my love," he murmured, his voice soothing your nerves. You took a deep breath, trying to heed his words, finding comfort in his presence.

Klaus's touch was surprisingly gentle, his fingers working patiently, eliciting soft moans from your lips. Elijah leaned in, his lips tracing a path along your jawline, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "You're doing wonderfully," he praised, his words instilling you with confidence.

The blindfold heightened your other senses, making every touch, every breath, every word an intensified experience. Klaus's fingers worked its magic, and you felt a third finger join, stretching you gently. You gasped softly, your body adjusting to the new sensations.

"Are you ready for me?" Klaus asked, his voice a whisper against your ear.

"Yes," you moaned, the anticipation driving you wild.

You heard the sound of Klaus dispensing the lube, and then you gasped at the cold sensation as he applied it, preparing you for what was to come. Elijah's hands gently lifted you off of Klaus's lap, and then he slowly guided you back down onto Klaus's cock. The slow descent sent a burning sensation through you, making you whine and throw your head back, the overwhelming fullness momentarily taking your breath away. Elijah whispered soft reassurances in your ear as Klaus let out a guttural moan of pleasure.

Once you were fully seated, you leaned back into Klaus, your legs trembling as he kissed your neck and squeezed your breasts. The sensation of being filled by Klaus was both overwhelming and exhilarating. Your body stretched to accommodate him, a mix of pleasure and discomfort intertwining in a heady concoction. Elijah's hands remained on your hips, steadying you as you adjusted to the feeling of Klaus inside you.

Klaus's hands moved possessively over your body, his touch igniting a trail of fire wherever he roamed. He placed his hands under your legs, lifting them up and planting your feet on his thighs. His lips found the sensitive spot on your neck, eliciting a shiver from you. "You feel incredible," he murmured against your skin, his voice laced with desire.

Elijah, ever attentive to your needs, continued to whisper sweet reassurances in your ear. His hands gilded down your sides, his thumb brushing over your clit. The dual sensations of Elijah's touch and Klaus deep inside your ass sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

With Klaus's hands on your hips, he guided your movements up and down, setting a slow, deliberate pace. You began to rock your hips, your mouth falling open as you moaned loudly. The vibrator hummed to life, sending an electric thrill through your body. You eagerly followed the sound as Elijah moved it between your legs, the soft buzz against your clit causing you to cry out. Your hips moved erratically, swept away in the surge of pleasure.

The combined sensations of Klaus inside you and the vibrator against your most sensitive spot were driving you to the edge. Elijah could sense your mounting climax. His own desire burning hot, he longed to give you even more, he turned up the vibrator, sending a jolt of pure desire coursing through your body. 

“Elijah,” you moaned, reaching out for him and gripping his chest. “I want you, please,” you begged.

Klaus let out a low chuckle. “Both of us at once?” he asked.

“Yes, please, yes,” you moaned, the buzzing sensation making it hard to articulate your desires.

“You look so beautiful like this,” Elijah said, removing the vibrator and setting it aside. "Are you ready, my love?" he asked.

You nodded, your breath catching in your throat. "Yes, Elijah, please," you whispered, your voice a desperate plea. The anticipation and need for them were overwhelming, the promise of being filled by both of them sending waves of longing through you.

Elijah went to remove the blindfold, but you shook your head gently. He let out a low hum, incredibly turned on by your desire. Both men repositioned you slightly, Klaus ran his hands along your legs, raising them into the air, careful not to hurt you with his cock still in your ass. 

With a slow, deliberate movement, Elijah pushed inside you, his cock sliding into your cunt, filling you completely. The sensation of being stretched to your limits, taken by both men at once, was mind-blowing. Pleasure and pressure mingled in a divine concoction, your body adjusting to the dual intrusion. You gasped, your entire being consumed by the pleasure of having both of them inside you. The feeling of fullness, the friction, the stimulation—it was an overload of ecstasy that threatened to send you over the edge. 

"Fuck, you feel incredible," Klaus groaned, his voice raw with desire.

Elijah's lips found yours, capturing your moans in a searing kiss. The air was filled with the sounds of your pleasure—the wet noises of sex and the passionate moans that escaped your lips.

Your moans mingled with theirs, the room filled with the sounds of passion as the three of you found a rhythm, moving together in perfect harmony. Elijah's hands roamed your body, worshiping every inch of your skin with his fingertips, his lips trailing a path of fire along your neck and shoulders.

Klaus's thrusts were slow and deep, the sensation of him moving inside you in tandem with Elijah was mind-blowing. Pleasure surged through you, igniting every nerve ending, until you felt like you were about to erupt.

"Elijah," you gasped, your voice a desperate plea, "Klaus, please, I'm so close."

The men responded to your pleas, their movements becoming more urgent, their touches more possessive. Klaus reached for the vibrator, pressing it against your clit and increased the intensity to max, the overwhelming sensation pushing you over the edge. Your body convulsed in ecstasy, your screams of release filling the air. The sensations of Klaus and Elijah inside you, the vibrations against your clit, and the overwhelming pleasure combined in a mind-shattering climax. You felt like you were falling, your mind consumed by the powerful waves of pleasure that crashed over you, drowning you in a sea of bliss.

The men's movements grew more frantic, spurred on by your release. With a final, desperate thrust, they found their own release, filling you with their cum.

Elijah and Klaus held you close as you rode out the waves of pleasure, their hands gentle and comforting. You were lost in the blissful haze, your body spent, your mind floating in the aftermath of your climax.

As the intensity of the moment began to fade, Klaus withdrew the vibrator, and they slowly pulled out of you. Elijah bent down and picked you up off of Klaus's lap, removing your blindfold and kissing you softly. You felt a mix of satisfaction and emptiness, your body still buzzing from the powerful release.

Elijah put you down between them, and they held you tenderly, their arms wrapped around you, offering comfort and warmth. The three of you lay entwined, basking in the afterglow of your shared passion. Elijah pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there with a tenderness that melted your heart.

"Are you alright, my love?" he whispered, his voice a soothing melody.

You nodded, a contented sigh escaping your lips. "That was… fucking extraordinary," you confessed.

Elijah's arms tightened around you, his warmth and affection a comforting embrace. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he murmured against your skin, his lips trailing tender kisses along your neck.

As you lay there in the intimate embrace of Elijah, his devotion radiating like a warm glow, you felt a surge of contentment wash over you. The intensity of your shared experience had bonded you even closer to him, and you realized the depth of the love you both shared.

Klaus, who had been merely a physical presence in this encounter, sat back, seemingly satisfied with the evening's events. His eyes held a spark of amusement, and he leaned in to place a chaste kiss on your cheek.

"Until next time, love," Klaus murmured, his tone light and playful, as he rose to his feet and began to dress.

"Thank you, both of you," you whispered, your voice filled with genuine appreciation. "This was an incredible experience."

Klaus winked at you both before making his way to the rooftop door. "It was my pleasure," he replied with a sly grin, and with a final wave, he disappeared into the night.

Alone with Elijah, you felt an overwhelming sense of love and connection. He kissed you gently, his lips conveying a depth of emotion that words couldn't capture. "Lets go get cleaned up," he suggested.

You nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude for his care and consideration. With his help, you stood up, your legs still a little shaky. You let out a giggle as Elijah scooped you up and carried you back inside, taking you to the bathroom, where he ran a warm bath for you, filling it with fragrant bubbles.

Elijah held you close as you both stepped into the bath, his arms wrapped securely around you as you leaned into him. He began to gently cleanse your skin, his touch tender and loving. 

After the bath, he dried you off with care, his hands moving with gentle precision, as if you were the most delicate and precious thing in the world. He led you to the bedroom, where fresh sheets awaited you, inviting you to rest and recuperate.

As you settled into bed, Elijah laid beside you, his arms wrapped protectively around you as you rested your head on his chest. With a soft sigh, you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to be surrounded by the warmth and love of this extraordinary man, falling into a deep sleep.

{Part Two}{Part Three}

[nikmikaelsonstuff]

Just admire this beauty

[seriesxwriting]

Soulmates

W Klaus Mikaelson <3

Warnings- swearing, flighting, kissing.

Series- the vampire diaries/ the originals

Summary- After being prisoner to mikael for a century your finally free and can find your soulmate again… once you’ve sorted out a few issues about why you left in the first place. Presuming the Mikealson’s don’t kill you first.

Recreating a post I deleted from when I first started writing<3

I’d just arrived in New Orleans. It had been a long ass time since I’d been here. It had been a century. I was here for only one reason. Id been dwelling on if it was a good idea or not for a while. It wasn’t, I’d probably lose my head as soon as I got into town. But I grew some balls and followed my heart. And that lead me to New Orleans.

I stepped off the train and just looked around for a second breathing in a deep breath of New Orleans air. I remember how this place looked since I was last here. It hadn’t changed much apart from the vending machines and new benches made of metal now.

Working up the courage, I left the train station and went into the square which wasn’t a long walk. It was kind of refreshing. Being back was scary almost but it was home, I knew I was risking a lot coming here but I had to. For myself, for him. I walked down to my favourite bar, I needed to be a little intoxicated before I faced him. Rousseau’s.

There it stood, proudly if anything. I’d missed this place. That feeling was very short lived as a hand tightened around my throat dragging me into an alley next to the bar. I struggled against them but could only use vampirism after I was out of sight from the humans. I elbowed the man but he managed to push me against the wall.

I looked up to see who it was and the colour left my face. “So it really is you” he scoffed shaking his head. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t removed your head and give it to him in a box?”. Elijah Mikaelson. Always a pleasure. “Get off me!” I hissed as the tears started forming in my eyes. He had never been hostile to me before. I’d only seen it when he was fighting his families enemies. Now I was an enemy of the Mikaelsons.

He threw me against the wall again after letting go of my neck. “I came to explain not fight” I scoffed rubbing my neck from the throbbing pain. “You shouldn’t have come here if you didn’t expect a fight” he mocked shaking his head. “I assumed it would be on the table” “why are you here? After what you did?” Elijah asked squinting his eyes at me.

“I didn’t do anything!” I hissed trying to contain my tears. “Will you hear me out or not?”. Elijah looked like he was debating it. “Fine I will hear you out but I can’t promise I won’t pull your heart out mid conversation” “I’m not a fool Elijah- I know you don’t trust me I know you don’t want to see me- he won’t want to either but I owe it to myself to explain what happened” I told him pushing off the wall now.

“Let’s have a drink shall we, be civil about this?”. He looked like he was holding back a laugh but he nodded his head once and then followed me into the bar. We took one of the back booths so we could talk without being heard or seen. “You look different” he told me sitting across from me. “You look worn out, skinnier” “where do you want me to start?” I asked swallowing, feeling even more intimidated now it was really happening.

“Start from the fire” he told me bluntly keeping his eyes on me. “1919, we were in the Oprah house” I began thinking back to that terrible night. “Klaus had gone to get our seats while I went to the bathroom, when I exited I saw a face that still horrifies me to this day” “mikael” Elijah exhaled as he began to realised there was much more to the story. “I ran to get away from him but he caught me quickly over powering me”.

“He told me all these things- everything he was planning on doing to klaus, I struggled but he was too strong” I shook my head as the tears started forming again. “He compelled me- to leave with him- compelled me to say what I said to Klaus- I told him I was done I was leaving and that i couldn’t stand the sight of him- those words rang in my head for years” I sniffed as the first tear fell down. “After that mikael snapped my neck and left me in the trunk of some car” I explained.

“He did what he did in New Orleans- and kept me prisoner for years on end, he thought he could use me to help find Klaus as I knew him so well- I refused and that’s when his violence appeared”. Elijah looked horrified. That was the only word to describe his face. He reached over to my hand and nodded sympathetically. “You can compel me if you don’t believe me” I made very clear.

Elijah shook his head vigorously “I believe you’ve had enough compelling to last you for a lifetime” he told me rubbing my hand gently. “I believe you y/n” “thank you Elijah, truly” i gasp nodding my head agreeing I’d had enough. “I’ve heard enough about mikael- how’d you escape”.

“He didn’t come back to where he left me for a while- I had the chance to escape with him gone, but I don’t know where he is- he must be looking for me” I shook my head not wanting to think about it. “He’s not” Elijah squeezed my hand as he plunged in abruptly. “He’s dead y/n, Klaus killed him”. I sat back in the chair as my eye brows knitted together.

A weight off my shoulder literally lifted off me and I felt as if i could breath again. The tears leaked out my eyes without permission as I laughed from happiness. Elijah moved round to my side and embraced me. It was nice having him back, he was always so caring towards me. I’d truly missed him. “It’s over y/n- you done it, your home- and I am so! So sorry that my father put you through that, that he turned us against you”.

“You weren’t to know” I shook my head not wanting an apology from him. “What happened? When I left- Klaus- what happened?” “He um…” Elijah started before his eyes drifted to the table. “He hasn’t been okay since” Elijah shook his head vigorously. He must have been thinking of the events because I practically saw them flashing in his eyes.

“I didn’t think he ever would be again” he smiled before looking at me. “But you both will- I assume that’s why your here” “I’m here to explain- I understand it’s been a long time- I don’t expect him to feel the same way about me now” “do you want to see him? I’ll take you to him- help you smooth things over” “yes please” I nodded feeling my heart patting against my chest. “I’d like that very much”.

“Let’s go” Elijah nodded with a smile getting up from the table. I was afraid to face Klaus. I knew what his temper was like, once upon a time I was the only one who could control it. Though I didn’t think now would be one of those times. Elijah walked me over to the house. I stopped at the threshold taking a deep breath. “It’s going to be fine” he whispered comforting me. But that was when I heard his voice.

“Brother! Bout time you were back we have business to discuss” klaus called out as we walked into the house. His back was turned to us and he was pouring two bourbons. “Yes brother, we do indeed” Elijah told him forwardly. “We have much to discuss”. With that Klaus turned around. His smirk dropped off his face as he locked eyes with me. How the hell do I feel right now? I didn’t know myself.

He clearly didn’t. It took a few seconds but his face hardened just as I remembered, just as I’d imagined it to do. “You were foolish to step into this house” he told me seriously. “Thank you for delivering her to me brother but I have no intention of looking at her for more than two seconds, your welcome to let her out” klaus crushed a glass in his hand. The glass scattered everywhere.

“I thought- you’d want me dead for sure” I told him in a wavy voice. “I want you dead believe me, I just don’t want to watch it” he frowned as his jaw locked together watching his cuts heal up. “Brother, I haven’t delivered y/n to you to inflict any sort of harm” Elijah stated making Klaus look at him with the hard look now. “Explain yourself now Elijah” his hand flew out and I saw his eyes getting watery. “You should sit down and let y/n explain herself” he nodded taking a step forward.

I guess he knew Klaus was about to attack him as that’s exactly what happened. Klaus vamp ran towards him knocking Elijah off his feet. Klaus turned to me, his eyes orange now. That was new. “Get out, before I change my mind” he told me without a wave of anything but anger. “Klaus please- that night didn’t go down how you think it went down” I told him with tears in my own eyes now.

“Don’t think you can lie your way out of this one” he scoffed, the veins seemed to run further down his eyes onto his cheeks as his teeth came out. He had another set now, that was new too. “Klaus, she’s not lying- she was compelled” Elijah explained as he stood back up fixing his suit. “Oh really and by who exac-.” Klaus trailed off as a moment of realisation hit him. “No” he shook his head as his eyes went back to normal and he took a step back.

He looked me up and down before shaking his head and walking off toward the bourbon again with his hand pointing out. “I will not hear these lies!” “I’m not lying- I’ve never lied to you” I told him confidently, it was working he was realising. “If so, why didn’t you come back? Why didn’t you look for me?” Klaus asked me with a frown. “Because you had no interest in it!”.

“I came as soon as I escaped from mikael- well- a week after- I was debating whether i should come or not, I wasn’t sure if you’d hear me out”. Klaus’s face dropped. “What do you mean… escaped from Mikel” he asked me walking slowly towards me. “He- he kept me prisoner, he wanted my help to find you” “he- no I would have known- I- no” klaus shook his head but I knew he was just in denial about it now.

I slid my hand up to his face. “Klaus, I never would have left you” I told him when his eyes landed on me. “You don’t have to believe me- I didn’t come and see you to make things go back to how they were I just- i couldn’t live with you thinking I hated you” I told him softly holding eye contact with me. I slowly took my hand away but he caught it holding it bringing it back up.

“He- hurt you?” “It’s over now Klaus I’m free” I shook my head not wanting to give any details. “He hurt you?” Klaus asked me again in a much more authoritative tone. I nodded losing eye contact with him drifting to the floor. Klaus moved forward wrapping his arms around me tighter than I’d ever felt a hug. He didn’t want to let go and I was okay with that.

“You two- you should talk, clear everything up” Elijah told us with a smile on his face. “It’s good to see you again y/n” he nodded before wondering out of the door. “Elijah!” I called out before he got too far. He turned innocently looking at me under his brothers arm. “Thank you- seriously thank you” I nodded with sad eyes. “Who am I to keep soulmates apart” he chuckled as he walked off backwards.

Klaus didn’t say anything more to me just led me to the sofa and looked at me. He scanned me for a minute or two. “Klaus- it’s me” “I know” he nodded still looking at me. “I’m savouring it” he answered a few seconds after. He was holding my hand and hadn’t let go since we sat down. “What do you want to know?” “Nothing gorgeous- I believe you, Mikael is a bastard always has been, I presume Elijah told you he’s dead”.

I nodded frantically. “I’m free” I smiled again as it really sank in the the nightmare was over. A hundred years later. “I’m tempted to bring him back so I can kill him again for the years he kept us apart”. “I’m glad you came- I’m glad you chose to come” he told me fiddling with my fingers. “So am I- I don’t- expect anything from you Klaus not for you to take me in, take me back, nothing, I have peace knowing you know the truth”.

“Y/n, You are the queen of New Orleans and you are never leaving my side again” klaus told me putting his hand on my cheek. “Does that mea- mean you’ll have me back?” “Your my always and forever” he chuckled kissing my hand softly. “I should have knew something was off- I should have looked for you” he tutted, I spotted a tear falling down his face. “No don’t do that” I warned him.

“Don’t not make this your fault- you were hurt and you had every right to be” “y/n I know you better than anyone- I should have known something was wrong” he clutched my hand to his chest. “Can we- stop talking about it please- we can tomorrow just…” “…it’s done- I just want to make up for lost time, my love” he brushed my cheek with my thumb.

“Then there’s no better way” I smiled as I moved my head towards his attaching his lips to mine. Klaus didn’t hesitate for a semi second. He was right there with me, we’re truly were soulmates. We moved like we were made for each other because we were. “Now, nothing can take you away from me” he whispered holding me close.

“I’ll never get tired of hearing you say that” I smiled putting my head in between his shoulders and neck. Klaus kissed my head gently. Heaven.

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07| The Tribrid

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x daughter!reader, Marcel Gerard x mostly platonic!reader Summary: Trying to figure out a way to get Klaus to trust you, you reminisce over the past and how trust was earned in a similar situation. Warnings: none Words: 3.7K

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NEW ORLEANS, 1970

Strobe lights went all across the room, music blaring, but I could barely tell what song was playing, too distracted by what I was doing—or, rather, who I was about to do. I ran my fingers through his hair while his hand crept up my skirt, our kiss getting more passionate by the second.

His name didn't matter. All I cared about was the fun we were about to have. 

"Why don't we take this somewhere more private," he mumbled in between kisses. 

I nodded against him, giving him one last kiss before whispering in his ear. "Back alley." The fact that I was drunk didn't stop me from leading us across the dance floor to the back where I'd been many times before. I knew the owner—who was also a really good kisser—and so I knew where to go.

I felt the cold air hit us as soon as we got outside, despite feeling so hot. As soon as the door closed, I turned around, intending on pulling him back in for a kiss, but I almost staggered back when I saw the same man I was kissing just moments ago with veins crawling underneath his eyes, fangs protruding in his mouth.

What the fuck?

I quickly sobered up, baring my own fangs at him. The atmosphere went from hot and sexy to dark in an instant. 

His eyes widened. While his voice was surprised, there was still an undertone of hostility. "You're a vampire?"

I narrowed my eyes. "You didn't know?" God, how drunk was he? I smelt that he was a night crawler immediately. Clearly, he thought I was a human and wanted to leave so he could suck me dry.

That wasn't happening. For obvious reasons.

He cursed under his breath. For a second, I thought we'd get back to what we were doing; I mean, I just cleared this up. I was gonna be generous and continue to make out with him in spite of the fact that he just tried to kill me, but this dude just had to kill my fun, too.

He tried charging at me, but my magic worked faster than even vamp speed. Quickly, I rushed, "Motus!" and he was sent flying into the wall. My eyes widened. Fuckkkkkk, man.

I just wanted to get laid.

I wasn't supposed to do that. I was supposed to punch him, maybe snap his neck—I was supposed to do something that a vampire would do. A vampire doesn't just move things with their mind.

I thought I was soberer than that, but it seemed that the alcohol was still affecting me because I just sent a fucking vampire flying. Shock was all over the guy's face, his pretty, pretty face that I just wanted to have a good time with.

Fuck. Now I'd have to kill him.

He remained against the wall, but he didn't wait much longer before firing questions at me. "What the hell was that-"

I cut him off, "Look, man, I wasn't planning on doing a lot of talking with you tonight." Annoyance laced my voice. He didn't respond as quickly, just looking at me with an extremely analyzing gaze. I didn't doubt that he was confused. People don't just come across people like me. 

He was silent until it looked like a light bulb went off in his head. "Tribrid," he muttered under his breath, almost like I wasn't meant to hear it, but I did.

My blood went cold. "What did you just say?" I asked, but he ignored me, continuing to mutter under his breath.

"I knew a guy once—he was half wolf, half vampire." If he didn't have my attention before, he sure as hell did now. Because I only knew one person that matched that description, and that was Klaus Mikaelson.

My body went rigid while the guy took little notice, seeming to put together a bunch of puzzle pieces in his head. "Yeah-" he paused, looking up at me, "I've heard chatter. Witches saying something about a... triangle: werewolf, vampire... and witch."

Chatter? He's heard chatter? A thousand things went through my mind at once. That was impossible. Nobody knew about me. I just got to this city; there was no way witches have managed to decipher a secret I've spent centuries keeping.

Against my will, my tone was now less calm. "I don't know what you're-"

"I think you do know what I'm talking about." The guy's eyes were hard as he stared right back at me. I thought he was just some baby vamp, but it appeared that he was proving me wrong. He took a step closer to me. "You're the tribrid, aren't you?"

I almost laughed, even though I was full of nerves while, just seconds ago, I was fine. "You must have a death wish," I remarked. Maybe I could've left him alone, convinced him to forget about my display of magic and just left town. But now he not only saw that, but he also knew exactly who I was and he'd go running to tell everyone else.

He had to go. It's a shame, though, I thought, he was such a good kisser.

I stepped closer to him and he immediately got the message, eyes widening again once he realized that I had the upper hand. "No, no," he said, raising his hands in surrender. "I promise you; you do not want to kill me."

I scoffed, "And why is that?"

"Listen, I hold a lot of influence around here-"

I scoffed again. "I really don't care." Throwing power around was a politician's move, and politicians only lied to you. I wasn't gonna take my chances.

I was walking towards him, taking one step forward for every step he took back until he blurted, "My name is Marcel Gerard." At this, I stopped. Marcel Gerard... I knew that name. I stood still, racking my brain until I realized why his name sounded so familiar.

Marcel Gerard literally ruled this city. I'd been in New Orleans for not even a few days yet you could hear vampires and witches alike mentioning him often.

Damnit. Of course, I not only meet the guy who the vampires in this city worship, but I also end up locking lips with him and have him find out what I am.

I just wanted to have fun.

He saw recognition on my face, causing his own to light up. "So, you know who I am." I nodded in response, exasperatedly rolling my eyes. All of this had completely caused my buzz to dissipate into thin air. "Look..." he trailed off, making a gesture with his hands.

I rolled my again. "Y/N."

"Look, Y/N, I know what you are. I figured it out in seconds. There's already speculation of a tribrid going around with the witches-"

"Get to the fucking point, Marcel, before I just decide to kill you. Believe me, I am not in the mood to deal with this right now."

He didn't waste any more time. "I can get the witches to back off and find something else to fixate on. I can bury just the thought of a tribrid being out there, Y/N," he emphasized. 

I wonder just how dumb he thought I was. I shook my head. "So you want me not to kill you, just so you can go blab to whoever you see as soon as I leave you alone?" He shook his head right back at me.

"I won't say a thing, trust me." He paused. "We can help each other."

"Oh, c'mon-"

"No, I'm being serious," he asserted, no longer looking like he was backed into a corner but much more assured than before. "Killing me wouldn't do you any good. My people would search relentlessly for my killer, and the witches would only keep digging, possibly striking gold at some point. You keep me alive, and I can get rid of that for you." 

I only stared at him with narrow eyes. He looked confident in the bar, that's what drew me to him, but I wasn't expecting anything like this. He had a point, but that didn't mean it was enough to stop me from killing him. And if I didn't like this city, then I'd kill him without any qualms and leave. But I do like this city. I want to stay here, and I knew I couldn't stay here with him dead and with the witches suspicious.

I couldn't afford to make enemies. Right now, what I needed were friends.

I'd already made up my mind, but Marcel didn't know that, still trying to get me to see a vision that I already understood. "We can make a good team, Y/N."

I didn't say anything for a few more seconds, thinking everything over in my mind. I could possibly be making the biggest mistake of my life right now, I thought. But I was already set. I kept my voice cold and devoid of emotion. "I'm giving you twenty-four hours to make this witch thing go away, Marcel."

A weight was lifted off his shoulders. "And I'll do just that." I wasn't gonna stick around much longer. This was already much more conversation than I was anticipating to have tonight, and we clearly weren't gonna have sex, so without another thought, I sped out of the alley.

Little did I know, that night marked the start of one of the rest of my life in New Orleans.

THE PRESENT

I was pulled out of my reverie when I saw Marcel came into my vision, sitting down on the chair opposite to me. We started out trying to kill each other, and now look: we were meeting for coffee. 

I didn't trust him when I first met him, even after he made my problems with the witches disappear. That wasn't enough. And it also wasn't enough for him to insist I work with him. Those were things he was doing for his own benefit, so, of course, that didn't inspire my trust in him.

I only started trusting Marcel after he opened up to me about his past. Doing that, getting vulnerable with someone—that showed that you trusted them. And what better way to get someone to trust you than to show that you trust them?

I wasn't just reminiscing for the sake of it. The way Marcel got me to trust him was what I'd been forgetting throughout all my interactions with Klaus. I couldn't just ask him to trust blindly, the same way Marcel couldn't ask me to, or the same way I couldn't get the witches to.

I needed a show of good faith. The trick was just figuring out what.

"Hey, Y/N/N." 

I nodded back to Cellie's greeting, pushing a tumbler over to his side of the table. While I actually liked coffee, Marcel wasn't a fan. "Got you your drink."

He grinned. "Ah, have I told you how much I love you recently?"

"Definitely not enough," I quipped back. "Now drink." His smile only got wider as he brought the tumbler up to his lips, sipping from his blood while I worked at finishing my Americano.

It's been about a week since I gave the contract to Klaus and went out with Marcel and Cami, who were now accepting the title of "dating" (after lots of resistance from Cami's side). Things have otherwise been quiet. I've been over to the Abattoir a few times to speak with Elijah, sometimes speaking to Hayley, and rarely talking to Klaus, but everything was fine if you didn't count the fact that he was still staring at me every time I came over.

You'd think that I'd be the one behaving that way after constantly seeing my father, his baby mama, and his brother, but nope. I've been calm; the whole Mikaelson thing has been getting to me less, but Klaus would look at me like he was trying to pick apart everything I said or did.

Sooner or later, it wouldn't matter how well I kept my secret. He was just gonna keep digging, so I needed to stop him before he struck gold.

"How's D been doing?" He asked, and the Mikaelsons were instantly pushed to the back of my mind. Davina had that effect.

"She's been good. Doing her school work, getting better with her magic by the day. You should come by for dinner soon, actually."

"Yeah, I-" he cut himself off when a "ping" sounded. He glanced down at his phone on the table, muttering a curse under his breath. When he looked back up at me, his expression was a mix of annoyance at the disturbance and apology. "Sorry, Y/N/N, I've gotta-"

"No, no, it's fine," I told him. "Go on and deal with it." He gave me a silent thank you before getting up, kissing my cheek in parting.

"I'll make it up to you. Dinner at mine," he said, walking away backwards. I smiled, telling him I'd see him later, and then he was out the door. Although we'd been sitting for all of one minute before he had to go, I wasn't irritated. He was getting back into the groove with the Quarter's happenings, so I'd be fully supportive.

I got up, throwing my empty coffee cup into the trash and walking out of the little café, mentally running over my schedule: housekeeping, then dinner with Marcel and Davina later. Right now, I'd go game plan my pitch to the vampires.

Or not.

Just as I was about to cross the street, a black car abruptly skirted in front of me, making me jump back. Before I could make anything of it, two men stepped out of it. Their expressions were practically lifeless, not a trace of emotion in sight.

"Get into the car," one of them ordered, causing me to furrow my brows. What the fuck?

I voiced my concerns not a moment later. "Excuse me?"

The other one stepped forward as if he was threatening me. I looked him up and down. Who the fuck was he stepping to like that? "Ma'am, you're gonna need to get into the car willingly before we force you to." 

Force me to? I only stared at him, debating on whether or not I was gonna bash his head into the car he was threatening me to get into in front of any passers-by. I was then reminded of the exact thing I was on my way to work on: the peace pacts. If I exacted any violence, that wouldn't be setting the right example.

Still, though, I was tempted.

After a few seconds of eying them both, I realized I not only knew them, but I also understood what was happening here.

These were some of Marcel's old vampires.

And they were compelled.

Damnit. I glanced to the car behind them. I was willing to bet money that, inside that very car, sat Klaus. I rolled my eyes. A week ago, I would've been more put off by this, and I was, but I was more annoyed than anything.

I'd find some way to get him to trust me later, but if I didn't get into this car right now, then he'd only become even more suspicious of me, and I didn't need that.

I shook my head in disbelief that I was even gonna do this, gesturing for them to move so I could get into the car. One of them opened the back door for me and I got in.

I turned to my left, fully expecting Klaus to be sitting next to me, but instead I was met with the sight of a blonde with big, voluminous curls and bright blue eyes. Despite fitting into the dumb blonde mold exactly, I knew she was anything but.

This was Rebekah Mikaelson.

I (hopefully) hid my shock quickly, but my eyes still narrowed. My mind raced, wondering what the hell she could possibly want from me. I first jumped to conclusions, but I shut them down immediately, knowing that there was no way anyone knew I was related to the Mikaelsons, including the Mikaelsons themselves.

While I'd been visiting the Abattoir often, Rebekah was basically nowhere to be found. I never would've guessed that this was how I'd be meeting her, being pushed into a car by vampires acting like they were secret service. But, with the Mikaelsons, so far nothing has gone as I expected it.

When she turned to me, she didn't stop and observe me first like her brother did. I'd learned from my research that Rebekah Mikaelson was impulsive, possibly even more so than Klaus. So it didn't surprise me when she cut right to the chase. 

"You must be Y/N," she said. Her voice sounded like honey and a smile was on her lips, but it didn't take rocket science to know that it was all an act. "I'm Rebekah Mikaelson, but I'm sure you're already aware of that." 

I was. And so I said that. "I am." 

She hummed at my response, indirectly reminding me so much of Klaus. She pressed a button to her side, causing the partition to roll up, never looking away from me once. Her smile then quickly dropped. "What are you doing with Marcel?"

Now, I couldn't hide the surprise on my face. "What?"

"You heard me," she asserted, unwilling to elaborate any further and just continuing to look at me, waiting for a reply.

Out of all the reasons she could've pulled me into this car, that one had never even crossed my mind. I paused for a few seconds, thinking over how I'd respond. I knew Rebekah and Marcel had history, and Rebekah had created a reputation for herself as not only being a lover, but a rather possessive one.

Saying the wrong thing here could get me into a tight situation I did not want to be in, so I had to be sure that my words wouldn't piss her off. "He's my friend," I told her, but she didn't look very convinced.

"Really?" She questioned, sarcasm noticeable in her voice. "Are you so cozy with all of your friends? Because you both looked rather close in that café." So she was watching us.

I backtracked, remembering how he kissed me on the cheek on his way out. I see how that could look bad to some people, especially his ex-girlfriend who seemed much more attached to him than he let on. From the way Marcel told the story, him and Rebekah were over, but the way she was acting didn't suggest that at all.

Suddenly, Camille was brought to the forefront of my mind. "We are close," I defended. "I've known him a long time, and we're just friends." I could've left it there—should've left it there, but with Cami on my mind I couldn't help but add, "Besides, he has a girlfriend."

Rebekah narrowed her eyes at me; although, something told me she was already conscious of that little fact. Her jaw tensed, making me more alert. While Elijah and even Klaus wouldn't immediately deal with their problems physically, I knew Rebekah was a different story.

She was smart, don't get me wrong, but if there was something to know about her it was that her emotions overpowered her mind more often than not. She was impulsive, and so this could go real bad, real quick.

I had to get out of this.

I decided to just say something instead of letting her make the first move. If I said something first, then I could take control of the situation and spin it before she could.

"Look," I started. "Marcel and I have a completely platonic relationship." Well, not completely, but I wasn't gonna tell her that. "After we met, I was just helping him keep things running smoothly in the Quarter, the same thing I'm doing with your family now."

While her expression remained blank, I could tell I was swaying her in the right direction. She just needed one last push. "We talk so often because of Davina. She's important to both of us, and we just want to make sure she gets the childhood she deserves." Her eyes immediately softened, and I knew I got her.

Davina was just a child. As ruthless as Rebekah could be, she still had humanity inside her—Marcel had told me this time and time again when he was under the influence. There was something in her that he fell for, and it was her ability to care when she really wanted to.

She finally looked away from me. "I understand," she said. If I knew anything about her, then I knew she was probably embarrassed right now. It turned out that Rebekah's emotional nature had actually helped, not harmed. "Sorry for the inconvenience," she apologized, but her eyes never met mine.

She rolled the partition back down, telling the driver to stop the car and unlock the doors. "You're free to go, Y/N." I stared at her for a few seconds, wondering if there was anything else I was supposed to say, but I came up empty. So I just got out of the car and watched as they drove away right after.

Once I could no longer see the car, I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding.

I just met Rebekah Mikaelson.

And I just barely dodged a bullet. I directed my thoughts away from freaking out because I just met yet another member of my family to how I was gonna fix the problem I had.

I couldn't keep tiptoeing on this tight-rope around the Mikaelsons. Sooner or later, I'd fall. I needed to do something to get them, all of them, to trust me. If they caught me at the right time, then everything could be exposed.

I had all of these thoughts running through my mind until a light bulb went off, and all of the puzzle pieces suddenly assembled themselves into a clear picture.

I knew what to do.

I had my show of good faith.

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[starshipsofstarlord]

Possession

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Summary -> klaus hates watching you talk with another man, even if it is his brother. and it his duty as the man that owns you to remind you of whom you belong to (1.4k)

Warnings -> 18+ minors dni, smut, fingering, unprotected sex, possessiveness, some toxicity, jealousy, brief mentions of death and turning, crying

Venom was poised on Klaus’ tongue as he watched his beloved, glaring daggers at her form as she watched Y/N laugh at something dismal that one of his brothers had said. She was supposed to remember that she belonged to him, she was his mere little human that was his own personal slave for affection.

He sat there, nostrils flaring, as he sipped out of the rich flute, placing it upon the side table before he hauled himself to his feet, stalking toward his girl. She was his, and she wasn’t allowed to forget that, he didn’t care if she was just being friendly, any niceties were reserved for him alone. Elijah sensed the homicidal distress radiating from his sibling, and chose it best to remain by Y/N’s side as Niklaus reached them. “Brother.” He greeted him, bowing his head respectively at the younger one of their family.

Despite the politeness, Klaus wished to scorn the smile that Elijah had caused from Y/N’s face; he had grown more possessive since becoming a hybrid and unlocking his werewolf side. “Get away from my woman, now.” He spoke slowly, reaching towards Y/N and dragging her into his arms as she gently shook. “It’s okay love, I’m here now. Cling to me all you want.”

And she did, her hands balling up the fabric of his shirt as her face rested lowly on his chest, remaining silent as Klaus forbade his brother from sharing the presence of them both in his art room. Because she was his little masterpiece that he had trained to mould around himself, he raised her chin so she was forced to look up at him, their eyes strongly meeting. Y/N knew that she would be in trouble if she broke the visual contact, she had to obey him, he was the one that controlled this relationship, and most times than not her too.

“You belong to me, do you understand that Y/N?” His interrogative enquiry made her physically gulp, but respectfully she nodded at the Original, allowing him to cradle her jaw in his powerful hands until they drifted down her neck, posing a little pressure to the area. “That’s my good girl.” He praised her, which made her utter an almost inaudible whimper, that made him smirk to himself. Oh, how he should have made Elijah stay so that he could witness how she folded under his demeanour, and how she knew that she was all his.

“Klaus.”

“That’s right, I want that to be the only name that every slips out from your pretty mouth.” He responded, leading her backwards until her back hit a wet canvas, the stroke of his artistic touch adorning the back of her clothing. “Can you do that love, can you only say my name for all eternity.” He still had yet to turn her, he was waiting until they were both ready for that level of commitment, but for now he was content looming above her, blocking her shadow from the eyes of anyone else.

“Yes. Of course, it shan’t be a problem.” He allowed her hands to trail up upon his shoulders, he walked his stature farther into her, trapping her against the material of the splattered canvas. “That’s my girl.” He smiled adoringly at her, meeting her lips lightly with his own before his actions escalated, and he grew hungrier for her touch. His tongue swept within her gasping mouth, holding her still so that he could execute his calculated attack.

Without need of any compliance from his little object, he raised her dress over her head, finding her completely nude underneath, just the way that he liked her to be. And perhaps that was a reason of many as to why he was startled by the sight of her and Elijah harmlessly conversing. He knew that whenever he wanted, her body was conveniently always prepared for him to take her as he pleased, and that was exactly what he intended to do.

Klaus tossed off his long sleeved shirt, exploiting his exterior to his girl who could only trail her hand down his toned stomach, but he grasped her wrist, shoving it away as he continued to strip down to his birthday suit. And now they were both undressed and ready for what he wanted, Y/N moaned surprised yet not by how he effortlessly hoisted her into his arms, and swooned her body against the wall beside them, his fingertips slipping down and down until they were teasing at her wet entrance.

They easily glided into Y/N’s walls, probing her insides with his long digits, two precisely, as he rested his nose into the crook of her neck, smelling how her blood boiled with arousal and finding it relaxing at how her pulse harshly raised from the contact he granted her with. “Look at how ready your body always is for me, it’s like you were made for me. My pretty little thing.” His words did something to Y/N, made her insides twist as he supplied her with the most sufficient way that he could show her his love.

A whine tore out from Y/N’s throat as he respectfully removed his fingers, leaving her feel empty and dismal in his predator like grasp. However the emptiness was soon filled as he pushed his cock into her cunt, stretching her until she felt perfectly full. It must have been some sick joke, he thought to himself and hid his deviant chuckle in the rasp of a groan; it was really as though his mother had endured she was born into the world in the time he needed her most. He was all he wanted, and it was his duty to ensure that Y/N felt the same way about him.

If she didn’t then there would be nothing to stop all hell from breaking loose, sincerely by the hybrid of course. But he was convinced he had nothing to worry about considering the present as he fucked her without an inkling of guilt or compassion for the fact that one day he would make her like him. “Klaus, holy fuck.” Her head collided back into the wall, no doubt giving her an ache within her head, but he only found it that much more attractive as she became significantly more dazed from the hit on her noggin and the strength behind his starved thrusts.

“Hardly holy.” Klaus corrected her, he was the deepest sin that she had ever committed, and ever would. She was wrapped around him like a shawl, clinging onto dear life until she allowed him to take the humanity of it away. She passionately kissed his neck, biting it as though she was growing her vampiric appetite before she actually turned. “Though your cunt feels like heaven.” He muttered, smirking as he thought that nobody would every see her in this state. This was his Y/N, the goddess of his greediest desires, and he would never allow her to slip away.

“Can I cum, Klaus, please?” There were tears of diamond stimulation in Y/N’s gorgeous eyes, it was as though she was compelled by his swift and jarring movements, pleading for his permission to let her release the sparking build up that was daring to explode within her body. “Please, please, please. Want to cum all over your perfect cock.” Oh did she now? Well that was no surprise, it never was, and she always held it together until he allowed her to release, as she knew the consequences if she didn’t. It wasn’t her orgasm, it belonged to him, and she wasn’t allowed it unless he granted her the lustful wish that was laced elegantly in her mind.

“Cum for me Y/N, I want to feel you cum all over me love.” Not even an instant passed and he felt her walls contract gratefully around him, washing her everlasting attraction for the man that owned her onto his length. Once she had finished her orgasmic bliss, he only fucked her harder, causing tears to dribble from her eyes, not stopping until he filled her to the hilt and emptied his cum deep within her. And although they had both finished he refused to put Y/N down, he just wanted to hold her, in this haven alone, sweetly stroking her hair as he thought that he was the luckiest man undead. He had her, and she was all his.

[starlightandfairies]

Shirts ~ Elijah Mikaelson~

Description: Reader steals Elijah's shirts

Warnings: she/her pronouns, fluff, angst

Key: Y/N = Your Name, POV = Point of view,

Word Count: 1,005

First Person's POV

Last night was bucketing down with rain, the Mikaelsons needed help and I came as soon as I could to lend the support that was needed. My relationship with Elijah was about three months in, I loved every moment of our relationship, he was the dream man and was good for me. We hadn't stayed at the other's place overnight so when Elijah offered me to stay at the compound I didn't think of the fact that I wouldn't have any clothes to change into. So, as I stood in Elijah's bedroom with only a towel wrapped around me, meaning I had to improvise. 

I grabbed one of Elijah's shirts, found a pair of his boxers, then glanced around Elijah's room and took notice of his safe haven that held objects that amplified Elijah's likes into physical form. The history alone that was in the room fascinated me and I wish I could've been a vampire from centuries ago to see the world in all its glory. I jumped hearing a sound, I slowly turned around, offering a shy smile to Elijah as he stared at me with admiration in his eyes. 

"I'm sorry, Elijah but once I had showered I realised that I didn't have any clothes and so I borrowed your clothes... I hope you don't mind, I know I should've asked beforehand..." Elijah walked forward, his hands resting on my arms, a soft smile gracing his lips as he rested a kiss on my forehead. 

"No need to apologise, you look quite adorable." He whispered, rolling up the sleeves of what was currently my shirt, I stared at him with love in my eyes, I wanted to be stuck in these moments forever and I hoped with every fibre in my being that what I had with Elijah wouldn't disappear. 

"You think I look adorable?" I questioned, smiling happily at the confession that slipped his lips. 

"I do. You, my dear, always look stunning." 

"Hmm, thank you." I gleamed, kissing his cheek and began looking at the bookshelf he had in his room. 

"You know, despite how sad it must be from time to time... I wish I could've been a vampire around when you became one. Just seeing all that history, experiencing it for myself... I think I would've enjoyed it." I watched as Elijah grabbed a leather-bound book off the shelf and gestured to sit on the bed. 

"This is my journal from 1322-1325. I didn't write every day, just when I needed to, I know you have an interest in the 1300s and so maybe reading about my retellings might be enough." I carefully placed the book to the side, wrapped my arms around him and whispered against his ear. 

"Thank you for paying attention, thanking you for knowing what I like." It was an odd feeling, my past relationships didn't pay attention to my interests as Elijah did and having him know what I liked, it made me feel special and considered. 

"Why wouldn't I pay attention to what you liked?" He brushed my hair away from his face, his hand remaining against my cheek and staring at me with his usual resting face of concern. 

"I'm just... before I met you, I prepared myself to be let down in relationships, so sometimes I have to remind myself you are an absolute gentleman and I have no need to worry about you remembering my birthday, my favourite time period or anything like that." Elijah nodded, taking a breath, offering a smile and pulled me to rest against his chest as we lay together in his obnoxiously large bed and he read his journal entries from those three years. 

"I'll have these washed, make sure you get your clothes back." 

"No need to worry, I'll wash them, set them aside and they can be yours if you don't have anything to wear." He placed the journal away within the blink of an eye and then he was back on the bed with me in his arms. 

"Thank you... maybe every now and again you could wear the shirt, please? So it has your scent?" He let a soft chuckle escape his lips, nodding at my request and gently squeezing my hand as he paused for a moment. Taking in the moment and mindlessly began running his thumb up and down my thigh. 

"Yes, I can do that. Anything for you." 

The next morning, for a moment I felt like I couldn't breathe, it was like there was a weight over my chest and it took me a good moment to realise that it was just Elijah's arm. I tried prying his arm off, however, his arm only seemed to be getting heavier against me. 

"Elijah..." I patted his arm, hoping his vampiric hearing would be active during his slumber. 

"Are you alright?" He questioned, sitting up instantly and looked around the room for any impending danger. I sucked in a deep breath, holding his hand and kissed it lightly. 

"I'm fine. I just couldn't breathe properly, your arm was dead weight." He nods, still looking worried and concerned over my well-being. 

"I apologise." I smiled, kissing his lips lightly and began running my hands through his hair, admiring the man and soaking in this moment with him looking at peace for once in his rare moments of modern life. 

"No need to say sorry. It just shows that even in sleep you're protecting me." Elijah chuckled softly, his chesty laugh was music to my ears, one of my favourite sounds to listen to once I realised it existed. 

"You're right, darling." He whispered, continuing to caress my cheek, smiling lightly and staying in the moment with me for a good while before the real world caught up with us again and sucked it all away like ripping off a bandaid. 

[thissharktypes]

Can u do a wolf!Klaus mikaelson x reader. Sex

They are in a relationship.

They have done this before .

Contains- jealous sex, angry sex , in wolf form spanking , hair pulling, choking, bj .

Spanking and bj in human his human form.

Not comfortable,do not do it .

No pressure

NSFW

//as I said in my pinned requesting post, I don’t do any human x creature smut content unless there is a way to consent or communicate. Since Klaus does fully turn into a wolf in the series it's not possible for him to do either so I did the best I could, I hope you like it! :).//

Gender not specified, written as neutral as I could

“Oh my GOD!” you shout, slamming the door open “I can’t keep doing this with you!” your boyfriend glares at the back of your head “Do what darling?” he replies angrily “Allow men to fawn over you in front of me?” you bang your forehead against the wall, trying to keep your calm “He literally just said he liked my nail polish.” you turn to face him “Klaus, you wig out anytime anyone even breathes the same air as me, It’s not healthy.” his jaw tightens and he refuses to make eye contact “Nobody else deserves to look at you let alone speak to you.” your eyes roll back so hard you swear you pull a muscle “I appreciate how much you love me, I really do,” you cup his face and he practically melts into you “But you have to admit, almost stabbing someone with a fork because they liked my nails is a bit too much.” he growls, his hands sliding around your waist “Nothing is too much, You’re mine.” his eyes darken and your breath hitches “Klaus, you can’t just fuck me until I’m not upset.” he smirks “Want to bet, love?”

You blink and your back is pressed to the wall, his lips pressing against every exposed bit of skin he could find. Your back arches as he fists your hair, pulling your head to the side, hardly biting and sucking on your throat, leaving purple and red marks behind “I’ll cover you in marks if I have to, make sure everyone can see who you belong to.” you whimper, nodding “So obedient all the sudden.” Klaus whispers teasingly “I will claim you on every surface in the house until the only thought you have is of me.”. Everything is a blur of lust, your legs wrapped around his waist, one of his hands tightly gripping your throat the other wrapped around your thigh, keeping you firmly in place as he grinds against you. 

You yank your shirt over your head, desperate for your boyfriend to mark more of your skin. He doesn’t even bother to unbutton your pants, just ripping them in half, leaving a pile of shredded clothing at your feet. He thumbs open his own button, the zipper sliding down on its own from the presser of his hardened cock behind it “Please,” you beg, rutting your hips against him “Want you inside.” you can barely choke out a full sentence, your head swimming with need. He obliges, his tip brushing against you teasingly “Who do you belong to love?” he growls into your ear “You, Klaus, Only you.” he slams into you, bottoming out in the first thrust, the delicious slice of pain making your back arch. He changes positions, now having you pressed under him on the floor, his hips snapping into yours.

Klaus relishes in the pretty little noises he pulls from you, but he wants more. Again, he shifts your body, moving you to your knees, your ass pressed against his hips “Look at that, so beautiful.” his hand comes down on your cheek sharply, feelinging you tighten around him as you yelp, a red handprint already blossoming on your skin.

He pulls you up, back to his chest, hand clamped firmly around your throat, fucking into you with all the pent up frustration from earlier “Yes! Don’t stop!” another slap against your ass sends you reeling, your nails digging into his thigh “Don’t you dare cum without permission.” you whine at his words, knowing he’ll string you along until you could barely hold on. His hands continue their abuse on your cheeks and throat, surely leaving handprints on both. Klaus continues his bruising pace, your stomach clenching  “Please…” you sound downright pathetic “Taking me so well, absolutely perfect,” he nips at your earlobe and you jerk slightly, your legs shaking violently “Cum for me.” you do, going completely limp in his arms as he slowly pulls out “Tsk, not tapping out already are we?” you shake your head, weakly shifting to face him, he grips your jaw “Open.” your lips part and he grins. Klaus takes a handful of your hair and leads you to his cock, your tongue tracing the soft veins.

His grip tightens and he slides into your mouth, watching as your eyes water “You look so beautiful choking on me.” His voice is soft as he swipes his thumb across your cheek, the moment of sweetness quickly passes as he grinds into your mouth, tipping his head back in pleasure. Your scalp stings as he assaults your throat, cheeks flushed with arousal as you look up at your lover, his eyebrows furrowed and his lip taken between his teeth. His hips stutter and his hands yank harder on your hair as his seed fills your mouth. You pull away, both of you panting. “I love you.” he says and presses a kiss to your forehead. He combs through your hair, undoing any tangles he caused before picking you up and carrying you towards your shared bedroom.

[elijahslittleprincess]

[multiversediaries]

we need to be more careful

klaus mikaelson x reader

summary: maybe your secret relationship isn’t as hidden as you both thought it was.

warnings: small angst, big fluff!!

a/n: finally… i was able to write something decent. i hope you guys enjoy this :D i enjoy soft klaus a TON.

klaus froze in his tracks, as the voice of mikael echoed around the room they both stood in. his shaky eyes meeting with mikael’s in panic. the hybrid was about to walk away, a big smirk on his face as he had just reminded mikael who was truly in charge, and how he wasn’t scared of him any longer. that was until mikael mentioned klaus’ hidden relationship.

“this one is different, isn’t she?” mikael asked in a smirk, as he sat down. klaus’ heartbeat picked up at the thought of you in danger.

“you don’t have to pretend like you don’t know what i’m talking about. i came to meet this lover of yours.” mikael said, like it was nothing. like klaus hadn’t done everything in his power to keep you safe and protected. klaus felt his entire world crumbling down. how did anyone find you? how could anyone know of your relationship?

you both hide it quite well. almost five years of hiding your love for one another. five years of nothing but happiness, and sometimes fear, but that came with dating the hybrid. however, klaus ensured your safety like his life depended on it. because it did. you were his life, his everything and if anything were to happen to you, he would bring doom on earth.

“lovely woman—”

“father, if you laid a hand on her, i swear on—”

“what?— what will you do?” mikael asked, his face showing absolutely no emotion. he was cold and calculating, especially towards klaus. klaus sighed shakily, trying his hardest to hide how terrified he truly was.

“where is she? what did you do to her?” klaus asked, scared of the response. he watched as his father smirked.

“would you like to see for yourself?” mikael asked, motioning others to bring klaus’ lover in. klaus’ breath hitched in his throat as he waited to watch you walk into the room. he thought of how to comfort you, and how to apologize to you, for not protecting you any better.

klaus mumbled a few curses as his eyes fell upon the woman in front of him, a stranger. and definitely not you. klaus hid his expression of utter relief as he came to the realization that you weren’t in danger. you were safe and sound. still, klaus played along, faking as if the woman in-front of him was his one and only lover. he walked closer to her, his hands cupping her face, showing affection just so his father would buy it.

“you will regret this.” klaus said softly, his eyes full of anger and fury towards his own father. mikael didn’t even feel sympathetic towards his son, he only felt disgust as he stared at the bastard child, who in his eyes, had only brought agony and dread to the entire family. klaus lost no more time and walked away, walking as fast as he could, to head over to you.

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“y/n!” klaus yelled at the top of his lungs, slamming the front door to your shared house. you jumped, startled, almost dropping the dishes you were just cleaning.

“where are you?!— y/n!” klaus called out yet again, desperation clear in his voice.

“kitchen!” you replied softly, grabbing the towel next to you, soon drying your hands with it. klaus came running into the kitchen, a terrified expression in his gorgeous face.

“my love? what happened?” you asked so innocently klaus felt his heart tighten. you tilted your head in confusion yet worry, now placing the towel back into its place.

klaus didn’t say a word. he just crashed his lips into yours. a huge sigh of relief left him, as he held your body as close as he possibly could to his. you yelped by the sudden affection. before you could ever reciprocate his kiss, his lips left yours and began planting small kisses on your face and neck, before klaus embraced you in a tight, desperate hug. his strong hands wrapped around your waist in the most loving and protective way, and his head was now hidden in the crook of your neck.

“what’s wrong?” you asked, after placing a soft kiss to his head, your hand getting tangled by his golden locks. the hybrid just shook his head. after a few minutes, he pulled away from his embrace, and your worry increased even further as you noticed he was crying.

klaus mikaelson was crying.

“baby—”

“we need to be more careful, do you understand? we have to— we need to—”

“klaus…”

“no, please, listen to me. we have to be more cautious. you can’t— you can’t be seen with me.” klaus managed to say, since the lump in his throat keep challenging him. you frowned at the state he was currently in, you wonder what could’ve happened.

“don’t be afraid… we’ll be okay, my love.”

“no, y/n. there are many people who want to hurt me. and now, they have a chance to. they can hurt you. and if they do—” klaus pleaded, distress apparent on his voice. he was desperate, and you felt it. you frowned even deeper, biting your lip.

“they won’t. they won’t hurt me.” you replied, your hands now on his firm chest, your fingers attempting to calm him down by lovingly stroking his skin.

“if they hurt you…” klaus continued. “i won’t be able to live with myself. i will kill them all, i swear.” klaus mumbled, rage in his voice.

“okay, baby. we’ll be more discreet.” you replied gently, trying to not distress your gentle hybrid any longer. he sighed shakily again, his hands now cupping your cheeks, his eyes staring deeply into yours.

“nothing can happen to you. you’re my everything— i would die and kill for you, do you know that?”

“you already have.” you joked, earning a genuine small grin from klaus. your hands reached for his in your cheeks, and placed a small kiss to his palm.

“i just— i can’t lose you. you’re my biggest strength and weakness.” klaus said softly, as your fingers wiped away the small teardrops on his face.

“you won’t lose me, alright?” you whispered tenderly, your thumb now stroking his soft skin. you pressed your forehead to his, after planting a sweet kiss to his red lips.

“i love you more than i have ever loved anything.” klaus reminded you. you nodded, pecking his lips once again.

“i will be more careful. i promise.”

[klausysworld]

Hi could you write some angst about a deeply insecure reader who hates her appearance and is sort of friends with Elena and everyone(pushed to the side kind of relationship)but when klaus comes around it’s clear that she has a crush but believes he’s out of her league then klaus uses it to his advantage by showing an interest in her for information and helps her with her self worth.klaus then starts to develop feelings for her but then it’s revealed that he was just manipulating her and reader is devastated and utterly humiliated and it sets her back to how she was before him.(sorry if that was a really long explanation,you can decide the ending)thanks I love your writing btw

Real

Growing up in Mystic Falls is a bizarre experience.

There were town events almost every month where you had to dress up and act better than everyone, parents basically had a competition over who had the prettiest daughters or the most handsome sons.

Not my parents.

They didn't think I was good enough to even pretend that I could compete. I was told my worth from a young age and became more aware of it with time. When your own parents don't think you're good enough it's sort of an eye-opener if you will.

It didn't help that everyone in this town seemed to be born into modelling.

Somehow I was lucky enough to wind up 'friends' with people like Elena, Caroline and Bonnie but I knew I didn't belong with them. Somehow they were gorgeous enough to get whatever they wanted.

Sometimes I wondered if everyone else at the age of 17 looked like them and I was behind or if somewhere, I was above average. I doubted it. A lot.

Occasionally I would look at a mirror and think that I wasn't even that bad to look at. There was nothing particularly ugly about me, there just wasn't anything special. I looked plain in a way, bland and forgettable.

I was very forgettable actually. My 'friends' made that abundantly clear throughout the years when they would go out without me or forget to ask if I also wanted something or liked something.

Somehow I was of no value to them. Perhaps I was simply there to amplify their beauty. Like a DUFF. I was definitely the DUFF.

Damon actually told me that I was once, after Tyler had made the joke and Damon asked what it meant. Even though I already knew it to be true, to be told it was much worse.

You could sort of tell everyone else was thinking it, especially when I was stood beside Caroline.

Stefan was the only one who was nice but I wasn't sure if it was out of pity or just because that was who he was. Then again, I'd rather just not know.

So I tried my best to keep in the background, avoid attention and stay out the way.

Even with all the vampire and werewolf drama that took course, I kept myself quiet and to the side. Strangely it was Katherine who was kind to me, whether she had an ulterior motif I'm not so sure anymore but she never hurt me in the time she was there. Neither did Elijah when he came to town, he was polite to everyone but it was obvious that my presence was irrelevant to him.

And then of course, Klaus arrived.

I didn't officially meet him until the senior prank night, he sort of just threw to the side and told me to keep my mouth closed and not to bother running because he'd just kill me. Part of me thought about running anyway so he would just end it but I didn't.

Klaus dragged me by my wrist into his car, told me to keep quiet while he drove Elena to the hospital. For whatever reason he brought me along and left me in the car as he went to drain her of blood for his hybrids. I did as told: sat silently and waited.

He came back out and spoke to Damon for a moment, I saw them glance over in my direction only for Damon to laugh and smirk. I sighed to myself and got out the car. It was clear that Klaus thought I could be a good pawn but was surly mistaken and Damon told him to do whatever he wanted to me. In response I walked home, neither noticed so it was fine.

A week or so later he came back, crashed homecoming or something? I dunno, I wasn't there but I was told about it the next day via a stroppy Caroline.

It was that same day that he came and sat beside me at the grill. I ignored him for the most part, confused by his attempt at what I could only guess was flirting? I wasn't really sure. I think he could tell.

"Not easily impressed are you love?" he questioned as he leant forward, uncomfortably close. I sort of just looked at him, still unsure to what he wanted. A smirk pulled at the end of his lips and his hand lifted, his fingers wrapping around a piece of my hair making frown and pull away abruptly. Without hesitation I stood up and spun on my heel, going to leave. His laugh followed me and a hand grabbed my waits, it was stange.

"Calm down love, It's not like I was going to rip it out, I just wondered what it felt like" he chuckled, pulling my back flush against his front making me tense and squirm.

"It feels like hair" I stated simply "Now get off" I grunted, shoving my elbow into his side to make him let go. I kept walking, keeping my eyes on the ground.

The next time I saw him he apologised for the previous encounter which again, i didn't understand but there was no point in questioning and arguing so I just accepted it and tried to leave but he asked if I'd stay for one drink, he asked so nicely and he smiled. I was stupid enough to think it was genuine and accepted.

Looking back it was pretty obvious that this was a game for him or a trap, whatever you want to label it but in the moment I ignored what was right in my face. Deep down I knew it was all a joke of sorts really.

But no boy, let alone a man had shown me this sort of attention and the soft fluttering it made me feel had me staying for far too long. I listened to his little stories and asked a range of questions as the drinks kept coming. He asked a couple about me but i gave relatively vague answers. There wasn't much I had to give him on me, I wasn't up for a pity party about friends and I didn't really fancy talking about my shitty parents either. I think Klaus picked up on the fact that I didn't really want to talk about me and eventually gave up with it.

It was late when I realised I needed to get home and he offered to take me which I admit made me wary. I didn't want him to kidnap me and think I'd be any good as leverage again, though I guess Damon made that pretty clear already. I decided to just walk home which he eventually accepted and got into his car.

Walking by myself probably wasn't my best option after drinking so much in one go but I made it home with minimal stumbling. My mother shook her head when she saw me and asked what was wrong with me. When she realised I had been drinking her mind jumped to two very different conclusions. The first being that I was being a slut which was ironic as in the past she'd made it clear that no guy would want to sleep with me, and the second being that I had taken pills to kill myself.

Listening to her drastic thinking made me wonder what kind of pills she was on but I didn't question it and waited for my father to come and take her to bed, telling her to just ignore me. Then I proceeded to make my way to the bathroom, getting changed and washing my face before going to my bed.

My phone dinged making me sigh, thinking it was Elena asking me to help her with something dumb and life threatening however much to my surprise it was Klaus. A smile involuntarily spread across my face and we messaged back and forth before he told me to rest.

The following few days he would just check in. Not too much but he also made it clear that he hadn't forgotten me which was all I had ever truly wanted from someone. To be acknowledged at the very least.

Of course I didn't tell the others that he had been talking to me, besides they didn't ask so I didn't see why I should. I guess I just wanted something for myself.

I wasn't completely stupid. I always had the feeling that he was using me, especially towards the start...but he was just so wonderful with his words and his ways.

When he began to make and buy sweet gifts and claim they were tokens of his affection, I couldn't help the blush on my face. When he would find a way to have his skin against mine, or how he would pick up my hand and gently tug my along. Somehow we always seemed to end up somewhere for food, and he would always refuse to let me pay.

Something about him was so enticing, addictive if you will.

He began to make me feel a certain way. He made me warm and happy. His touch was so soft, it made me feel like I was buzzing. i was stupid for thinking he could feel the same way about me.

I had been so scared to admit my feelings.

He had assured me that he would never push me to.

He told me that he liked me, that he didn't want me to be frightened of him or nervous around him. "Not unless it's the sort of nervous that puts butterflies in your stomach sweetheart" he had teased and my cheeks had glowed red.

Over the space of months his presence never lessoned. He always made time to see me, and speak with me. I found myself longing for his voice, his touch.

On days where he was too busy at home, he would urge me to come over. I would spend as long as I possibly could with him, a few times I even stayed over but he had slept on top of the duvet so that I would feel comfortable.

This had gone on for a small while until he actually said the words 'I love you'.

Perhaps I was just so happy to actually hear those words. Maybe I believed them to be true, real. Or I just saw what I wanted to see, heard what I wanted to hear and ignored the rest.

The time I gave myself to him used to make my smile and blush. Now it just makes me feel dirty, humiliated and embarrassed.

Knowing that he could and has had his hands all over my body, his lips and eyes. In the moment I felt like a goddess, probably because that’s what he told me I was. The memory of him inside me haunts me. I had thought it to be such a beautiful experience, romantic and personal.

I wish I could say that I had slept with him only once but as the months went by we would share intimacy often.

I had even told him that I loved him, so many times and I meant it for all of them.

So you should understand why it was so hard to accidentally hear him tell his sister that he had been compelling me for any information on the others.

It had felt as though my heart had stopped when the words hit my ears and tears already made my eyes burn. I heard a weak laugh and turned my head to see Damon, strung up by chains whilst bleeding all over, looking straight back at me.

“Y/n…” I heard Klaus’s voice, his tone one of panic or maybe it was just surprise. He probably didn’t want me to know of his routine. Damon only rolled his eyes and gave me look,

“You didn’t…think it was real, right?” He coughed, a cruel smile on his face.

His words just made me quieter. They made me think. Why did I think it was real?

My eyes slowly lifted to meet Klaus’s. I could see and feel Rebekah looking at me, everyone was silent. Even Damon shut up for a second. I think maybe he was expecting me to say something but I didn’t really have anything to tell him.

As awful as it all made me feel, and even with the amount of emotions swallowing me, I felt more disappointed in myself than I did him.

My right hand went to my left arm, pinching my skin through my jumper in some sort of hope that I’d wake up from some stupid nightmare but it didn’t work.

The first tear fell from my eye and I sniffed to keep the other ones from coming.

Klaus just looked at me, I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, I didn’t want to know either. I could just guess anyway.

So without a word I just turned around and left, walking quickly back out the door before breaking into a sprint in the direction of my house. I could feel the mascara running down my face, ruining the foundation I had only recently started wearing, for Klaus’s benefit.

My hands wiped at the tears as I pushed my from door shut behind me and went upstairs, blocking out the annoyed voices of my parents and locking myself in my room.

It was only once I was in the shower that I was flooded with memories. That I remembered all the things I had done with him. By the time I stepped out of the bathroom my skin was scrubbed raw in an attempt to wash his touch away. Even the slightest touch made me feel as though my body was burning, stinging with pain but I would have rather felt that every day than have to realise Klaus had been using me for over a year now.

I was curled in my bed, hidden under the blankets and surrounded by the dark as I let every comment not matter how small or petty play back through my mind.

I wasn’t even sure who to be upset with. I chose myself.

Klaus must’ve known I was an easy target. Desperate. I wonder how much he’s had me tell him. To be fair I knew more than you’d expect about what was going on. I had gotten good at observing and overhearing so I still knew what was going on, even when spending so much time with Klaus himself.

I also wondered what else he had compelled me to do. I hoped he wouldn’t do anything other than ask questions but I couldn’t help that fear creep inside me. It made me sick to my stomach, and then I wondered if he would just wait to compel me again so that I could continue to be his information feeder.

The idea made my fingers dig into my arm, bruising the skin purple but I wouldn’t stop. I only did so that I could go get some vervain that I kept downstairs in one of the cupboards at the back. I was reaching for the little glass bottle when I heard a door close. I spun around quickly to see Klaus in the doorway of my kitchen. My hand clutched onto the vervain tightly and I noticed his eyes glance at it briefly. His hands went up as if to show no harm but there was no way I would believe that meant a thing.

“Sweetheart- listen to me..” he began and I let out a breathless laugh

“Get out” I whispered making him sigh and frown as though he had the audacity to be upset or annoyed.

“Y/n..”

“No Klaus. I’m fucking serious, get out.” I told him, my eyes watering again. I let out an involuntary whimper when he stepped forward making him stop and stand still.

“I never meant for you to know that” he whispered and I frowned, swiping a tear away.

“Sorry I ruined your plan” I mumble, exhausted.

“No- no I didn’t mean it like that- I meant that-“

“Klaus it’s fine” I murmur, avoiding his eye, “It’s fine, I get it. You needed to know what was happening, you got to be two steps ahead. I’d appreciate if you just found someone else now please”

I could feel his stare on me, it make my skin itch and I just needed him to go. I could feel my hand getting clammy as I held onto the bottle.

“I haven’t compelled you in such a long time” he muttered, as though maybe that made it better. “I used to, but I truly have fallen for you Y/n. I love-“

“Please get out” I cut him off, my spare hand resting on my forehead to cover my eyes.

“I love you”

“No you don’t” I cry, “you wouldn’t do this to someone you love. I know you don’t love me. You never have and you never could. You’re just pretending again so I’ll let you control me, I don’t like it” I whimper, tears streaming again. I could hear him getting closer but I was already against the counter and I couldn’t out run him. There was no point in trying.

“Sweetheart, I’ll never use you again-“ he tried to argue but I couldn’t listen to it.

“I really, really need you to leave. Please Klaus just get out, I can’t stand you” I tell him honestly and for a second as I look up at him, he looks almost sad but I have to assume it’s still apart of his act.

“You- you’re not going to do anything…anything harmful are you? To yourself, I mean.” He asked and I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me. I should never have told him that I’d had those thoughts or feelings once. I shouldn’t have ever said a word to him.

“No…now go away” I whisper, my hands trembling as I stared at the ground, listening to his footsteps eventually get further away.

I knew there was no way I could sleep, he was probably still outside my house. Waiting.

I wasn’t sure what he was waiting for but I could him there.

I had no idea what I was going to do.

[specialagentlokitty]

Klaus Mikaelson x reader - both think the same

Hey there! Can i request a klaus mikaelson x reader where they both have the same feelings for each other romantically but the reader suffers badly with depression and negative thoughts and feels like klaus doesn't deserve the burden of her so she distances herself away from him, thankss - Anon 💜

TW: mentions of depression and negative thoughts

Glancing across the grill, you smiled a little to yourself before looking away.

You knew that where you went generally Klaus wasn’t far behind, he liked being near you, liked making sure that you were okay, you were safe.

But he never came over, because when he did you would leave, you didn’t want to be near him, he thought maybe it was because of everything that he had done.

But he loved you.

You loved him too, but you couldn’t help the thoughts that ran around your head all the time.

You had gone to dances with him, you had even gone to dinner with him a few times.

He would bring you flowers, leaving them on your doorstep just to see you smile as he stood at the end of your path.

He thought he was making progress, then distance yourself from him when he got a little too close.

You stood up, putting your hood up as you slipped out of the grill, wanting to head home and just get away from people.

You made your way outside into the cold air and shivered a little bit.

Sighing, you turned your gaze towards your feet, slowly walking down the quiet streets, fully aware of the steps behind yours, and when you stopped he stopped.

“Gonna creep woman out doing that.”

“So, we’re talking now?” Klaus asked.

He walked over, following alongside of you as you carried on walking home.

“Never said we weren’t…”

He sighed, placing a hand on your shoulder to make you stop.

“You’re cold.”

He took his jacket off, dropping it over your shoulders and you looked up at him as he smiled softly down at you.

He buttoned up the jacket for you, and you slipped your hands through the sleeves, clutching at the ends of them slightly.

You turned around, going back to walking home and he followed you.

“Why are you doing this?” He asked.

You didn’t reply, and he sighed again.

“One moment I think we have a chance at being friends, the next moment you’re shutting me out as if I’d just thrown a rock through your window.”

You glanced at him.

“That was a shitty example.”

“Perhaps not one of my best ones, no. But it’s true.”

You shrugged a little bit.

He looked at you, the way you kept your head to the ground and he placed a hand on your shoulder.

You stopped and he walked in front of you, he moved his hand and placed a finger under your chin, tilting your head up.

“What’s playing on your mind love?” He asked quietly.

“It’s cold…”

He chuckled, nodding his head.

It wasn’t the answer he was looking for, but he decided to take you home first, so he walked you the rest of the way.

You opened the door to your apartment, and you stepped aside so he could come in before closing it.

You had invited him in before, so Klaus knew he was free to come and go, but he wanted to leave that choice to you.

He stood in front of you, unbuttoning the jacket so he could take it off and hang it up and you put your hood down.

Wondering into the kitchen you grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and walked over to the couch to sit down.

Klaus walked over, sitting on the arm of the couch.

“So, would you like to tell me what’s really playing on your mind?” He asked.

You shook your head.

“No, no it’s nothing.”

“I don’t believe that, come now, you know I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t deem it important.”

You looked at him.

“You always ask, about everything.”

“Because everything’s important when it comes to you love. I know something is bothering you, I’ve known for a while.”

You said nothing.

“Whatever it is I’m sure we can figure this out, work a way about it if there is one.”

“I.. I don’t know…”

You didn’t know how to explain it to him.

How to explain you loved him so much you just wanted to shout it from the rooftops, but you saw yourself as a burden.

How you thought he would be better if he didn’t get to close to you, because you saw yourself as a burden, that someone as powerful as him needed someone powerful at his side.

Klaus studied you quietly, and he moved over, sitting next to you.

He reached out, taking your hand in his, and he ran his thumb along your knuckles.

“We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want.”

“I don’t want to..”

He nodded, smiling down at you, and he placed a hand on the side of your face so you could look at him.

Leaning down he kissed your forehead, then rested your head on his shoulder.

“When you’re ready to talk about it I’m all ears, but for now I believe you have some crappy movies on your TV.”

You laughed a little, and he smiled.

He loved that sound, the sound of your laughter, your happiness.

You were so comfortable, so at home like this, and it almost made you forget why you distanced yourself from him, but you knew why.

Because you felt like you couldn’t have something like this, someone like him.

Klaus didn’t think that, he thought he didn’t deserve you after all he had done, he felt like you were too good for him.

But he wanted you, he wanted to be able to hold you and protect you, no matter how long he had to wait in order for that day to come.

All he could do was hold you while you let him, and remind you just how important you are.

You rested your head on his chest, and you sighed.

He chuckled, placing a hand on your head, gently messaging your scalp.

“You are so beautiful…” he whispered.

You didn’t saw anything but you did smile in return, holding his other hand just as gently as he was holding you.

Maybe you’d go back to distancing yourself from him after this, but then if you did he would just keep trying until one day he was brave enough to say he loved you

[wholoveseggs]

Could you do blood sharing smut with one of the Mikaelsons? or even a headcanons or one shots on how they would each react to you asking them about it?

~✦~ Biting the Mikaelsons ~✦~

Klaus, Kol, Marcel and Elijah ♡♡♡ and hating on finn at the end

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Just some headcanons on what I think bloodsharing would be like with the Mikaelson men.

♡♡ Thanks for the request anon, love doing headcanons like this ♡♡

1.8k words - Warnings: descriptions of sex, bloodsharing & dirty phrases.

Klaus

~Hybrids first!~

❥ Blood sharing is an incredibly intimate act so if you asked Klaus it would feel like a declaration of love to him.

❥ He's overjoyed that you trust him that much to take care of you and give you pleasure in your vulnerable state and will give you anything you need. He always bites you first so that when he pulls away you're already squirming and all worked up for him.

❥ A bit sadistic by nature, but with you he's as slow and deliberate as possible to savor the act and every moment of you in his arms, tasting your blood and giving you yours in return is just pure euphoria.

❥ He would bite you on your neck or maybe your shoulders just to make you shudder, hold you so close to his body that there wasn't a space in between you and while you drink he'll have you close your eyes so the sensations feel heightened.

❥ He likes you pressed tightly against him, close enough for him to taste and feel everything he's feeling through your bond, running his fangs slowly so that your bite lasts for a long time and when you drink his blood he's watching your face, savoring the feeling.

❥ He would have you sitting in his lap with no clothes, all pretty and flushed, he would get you all worked up before letting you have a taste. He wants you to associate the taste of his blood with sex and pleasure so that you'll crave it whenever you're together.

❥ But naturally, it's Klaus, he will get a little rough with you after, the passion and intensity increased because of the blood. He bites your neck hard while thrusting, making sure that you're connected in everyway possible. He still takes care of you but he also wants to savor this more than he already has.

❥ Definitely bites more than once. He will find excuses to do it, all over your body until you're an exhausted and droopy mess, letting out sweet little moans of satisfaction.

~He will say things like~

--- 'Oh darling,' pulling your hair away so he can see the bites on your skin, 'you were hungry for it weren't you?'

--- 'Even better than I thought, did I not have a claim on you enough?'

❥ He's not going to apologize for drawing out the fact that he's now basically making you drunk on pleasure. If anything, he'll tease you for getting so riled up from a simple bite.

--- 'Tsk tsk, and you wanted my blood? Beg for it now.'

--- 'Naughty girl, a little taste of me and you let me taste the parts of you only I get to see.'

--- 'My name tastes so good coming from those lips, doesn't it dear? Say it again.'

--- 'Better?' Nuzzling his face into your shoulder, 'Is that what you needed? Don't ever be afraid to ask me.'

❥ When you are both satisfied he will carry you to the shower, anywhere where you two can clean up, undisturbed. He's a complete softy when it comes to you in these moments, it's such a rare opportunity to see his vulnerable side.

❥ But, once you share this intimate act with him, he will consider you his. Marking you not just with the bite on your skin, but in his mind and in yours. 

Kol

~High risk of death with this one!~

❥ Drunk. This man. Is. DRUNK on pleasure. Sex and blood sharing? Such a godlike combo, you've created a monster (but really Kol's a monster already. You've just unleashed the beast.)

❥ Wants it often, though doesn't pressure you at all about it. The thirst for it is always there, in the back of his mind and during your more intense sex it's all he can think of.

❥ When you asked him about it he rushed you to his bed without a second thought. Kisses and bites at all points, not even sure where he wanted to bite you the most and didn't care at the moment.

❥ He thinks this is the perfect way for you to realize how sexy you are, if the way he stares at you is anything to go by he already knows it. Wants to savor your taste, how beautiful you look, everything.

❥ He likes giving the first bite right at your thighs so it sends sparks everywhere, he goes absolutely feral between your legs. Easily makes you into a trembling mess underneath him while licking you clean and then biting you again at your thigh.

❥ It's very intimate for him, but in a wilder, more passionate way. He's slow in his movements, likes to have both hands on your thighs while tasting your blood, his mouth sucking at the skin, giving you the utmost pleasure as your life essence pours over his tongue.

❥ When you drink his blood he comes fast. You can do whatever you want with him in that moment and he won't complain. But, he always wants the last bite.

~He will say things like~

--- 'Have I made you a bloodthirsty little minx? As much as I encourage your requests, darling, it's a bit of a torture to have those lips on my neck and not on my cock,'

--- 'Fucking delicious, you are,' as he gently nibbles, 'taste even better than I thought...'

--- 'Well, if I get to see this side of you, I'll offer you my blood anytime, love.'

--- Laughing, nuzzling his face into you he'll smile, 'better than I imagined, sweetheart, and all because of my pretty little pet.'

❥ Afterwards, he likes to play with you, knowing you're vulnerable as he laps at your thighs, or even fingering you. He'll let you mark him up in return if he's in the mood for it (which he often is) and enjoys snuggling into you and kissing you, tasting you on his tongue for a while.

❥ When you're both calmed down he will want to hold you close. Run his fingers through your hair and watch you with an awed expression for a bit. He can't believe how lucky he is to have you, on top of being his girlfriend, willing to share such a personal part of you with him, he's not going to take it for granted, swearing to prove to you how much it means to him to have your trust.

Marcel ~Don't let Rebekah catch you!~

~Couldn't find any gifs of him drinking blood :( ~

❥ When you tell him he's eyes widened and you heard his breath hitch before he takes you into his arms and smothers your face with kisses while lifting you up, just excited to be able to be as close to you as possible.

❥ He's playful with you, laughs and bites down gently all over your skin, little pecks before another nip of his teeth, never sinking in to deeply or in the wrong way, he's experienced, so he never has to worry about how deep he's going. His favorite bite spot is your breasts but he will tease and place playful bites over the rest of your body as well.

❥ After a few bites he'll end it by making your orgasm together and he'll moan your name. He's not much for talk but he's super sweet to you after. Let's you do the biting or the drinking as much as you like before cuddling into him and when you finish, he smiles, running his hand through your hair.

~He will say things like~

--- 'You know, you'll never get rid of me now right?'

--- 'Relax baby, I got you'

--- 'Love that sweetness in your voice,' tugging you down, "You want more?'

--- 'That's right sweet girl, don't you know what you've gotten yourself into?'

❥ When he's done, he will lick your body and wounds, healing them with his blood if necessary and lay you down while covering your face and lips in kisses, letting your suck the remaining blood from his lips while slowly fucking you.

Elijah

~Saving the best for last~

❥ When you tell him that you want him to drink your blood during sex it shocks him but before you can even open your mouth and explain he just picks you up and carries you to the bedroom, kissing you gently and asking where you want him to bite you.

❥ Very delicate, pristine, he will have you under him, safe in his bed with him holding you against his chest, biting his own wrist first and then yours. For him, drinking is different, the intimacy increases as he stares into your eyes as he takes your blood for the first time. It's deeply romantic for him, he'll keep you close to his heart while doing so, telling you how good you are and how much he loves you.

❥ He's hesitant, he doesn't want to hurt you in any way so he asks a dozen times to make sure it's okay. He's so gentle when he drinks, he strokes your hair and then your face, watching to see what you're feeling and reacting to it, but then he starts to drink more and when he is tasting the very essence of you he groans against your neck, overwhelmed by the sight of you underneath him and by the taste of your blood on his tongue. He is sure you're too beautiful to actually be his.

❥ His favorite thing is to have you climax the same time he drinks, so he can taste your lust and your blood on his tongue and it has the added effect of you clinging on to him, shaking and squeezing around him, while feeding him, opening yourself up to him.

❥ When you bite him he has a little quirk. He will have a light chuckle that grows a bit as the pleasure courses through him, holding you tight against him as he feels your mouth on him. You're sweet, wonderful and a pleasurable little dove to him and the chuckle melts to a groan.

~He will say things like~

--- 'Are you sure, my love? This is a...intimate act, something I've craved from you, for us to feel connected as one,'

--- 'That's it,' pulling you closer to him, feeling your heartbeat, 'take what you need,'

--- 'I love you,' He takes your hand and kisses your palm tenderly, 'Are you sure this is what you want?'

--- 'Good girl, sweet girl, that's it, yes. Let me feel you give in to it.'

--- 'Can you feel my blood in your veins? How connected we are?'

❥ He will run his tongue all along your neck and the parts he's bitten making sure there's no mess and that you are okay. Has an affectionate way of sitting you up and stroking your back as he does so, kissing your shoulder in-between murmurs of praise, how good you were and how it's important for you to be comfortable during and after.

❥ He will clean you up and heal you afterwards and wrap his arms around your body while whispering adoring words into your ear, kisses trailing over your face and your neck. He will whisper 'Thank you' in the softest voice that causes you to wrap your arms around him, feeling safe and loved as you thank him back.

Finn

~Born a hater, die a hater~

When you ask him to bloodshare, he goes still. Blinking at you once then twice, but stays silent, denying your request.

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[infictionalwonderland]

Hey girl I’ve just seen your Elijah x plus reader post, could you do one for klaus?

klaus mikaelson x plus size reader headcanons:

— warnings, lots of talks of body image, insecurities of weight & appearance, talks of binge eating, KLAUS BEING THE BEST BOYFRIEND!!!

first of all, klaus thinks you’re the most beautiful person to ever walk this earth bro

THE MOST BEAUTIFUL

he adores you so much bby

this man will legit get mad if you mention anything negative about your appearance

“do you think my stomach looks werid in this d—“ “no, my love, it does not. please stop with this utter nonsense, you look as beautiful as you always do. extremely, extremely beautiful.”

“i don’t like the way my arms—“ “little love, if you even think about finishing that sentence with an insult to your heavenly self, i will throw you over my lap and spank your arse raw.”

you finished the sentence

WHENEVER HE BUYS YOU CLOTHES HE ALWAYS BUYS YOU FIGURE COMPLIMENTING THINGS!!

he loves you are ur body an actually obsessive amount 😋😋😋

“why would you even want to hide such beauty?”

LITERAL HEART EYEESSSSSS

when you wear said clothes his whole breathing stops, his eyes widen, he blushes, he stutters

he’s actually a little simp for you icl

ofc if you say to him the clothes that gets you, you won’t wear bc they make you genuinely uncomfortable - he will stop

BUTTTTT continuously tries to convince you bc he genuinely doesn’t understand why you would ever want to hide your body away when it’s so perfect and beautiful

he never oversteps any of this boundaries with you tho!!

if you tell why they make you uncomfortable (i,e they highlight my figure etc) he’ll just be SOOO confused

“that is the point, my love. your body is gorgeous - why would you want to hide it?”

I WOULD DIE

if you ever tell him you’re scared he won’t be able to lift you bc of ur weight or something…

he’s always picking you up, spinning you around, carrying you places, making you sit in his lap even if there’s a chair available to you just to prove you’re being RIDICULOUS

he’s all smirks and dimples as well like ‘you sure about that love’

when or if you decide to open up to him about your binges and cravings - he takes it all very seriously, anything to help his little love!!!

he’ll explain to you how he manages to get over his cravings for blood and try to help you if that’s what you want

BUT HES JUST FULL OF SOOO MUCH REASSURANCE AND LOVE FOR YOU BABE

hes actually the best bf

don’t every try test me on that

he knows that expressions on your face when you start feeling insecure about yourself and your body and immediately he’s there with you and kissing you all over your face, pulling you away from everyone else and whispering compliments

and/or taking the piss out of the people around you to distract you and make you laugh that laugh of yours he loves so much

my man 😋😋😋😋😋

[seriesxwriting]

Could you write a fic where everyone wants klaus like cami, Hayley, caroline but klaus only wants y/n like and when they get inside his house, cami finds a room filled with paintings of y/n (some even nude) and they realise they'll never have him.

Thank you so much for this request I LOVED the idea and really enjoyed writing it<33.

I want you.

Pairing- klaus x y/n

Series- the vampire diaries/ the originals

Warnings- kissing, swearing, drinking?

Summary- request <3

“Amazing party klaus” Marcel smiled with his hand around Rebekah’s waist. He looked at her and squeezed throwing a smile her way. Her hand reached up to his chest and she returned the smile back at him. Finally happy klaus and him were getting along.

“Must you two flirt around me” he raised an eyebrow drinking from his delicate champagne glass. Rebekah turned around looking around at the crowed. “I don’t see y/n yet, is that why your salty?” She smirked at her brother.

“Salty? Me? Never, she’s simply outside with some of the other girls” he shrugged knowing exactly where she was. “We must have missed her” Marcel told her simply. “Indeed you did and so did I, we haven’t had the chance to speak yet” “why don’t you go and get her, the music will start soon I presume, you’ll want her near so you can ask her to dance” Rebekah tapped her brother on the chest.

He smiled at how well she knew him and she returned the knowing look. Klaus reached his head down to his sister’s cheek and kissed it softly. “Thank you sister”.

——

I was sitting on the benches outside with Hailey, Cami and Caroline sipping our drinks and talking about nothing in particular. The outside seating was quite clever actually as the hall was so crowded with random people and it heated up quite quickly. “I just think red is too bright for a car” Caroline shrugged sipping her drink sitting back on the bench. “My first car was red” I shrugged.

“What type of car was it” “Toyota, it did me a good service” I laughed remembering back to it. “I’m sure it did” hailey giggled catching onto what I was saying. It took a moment but the other two eventually realised and started bursting out laughing. “Was it your first time?” Cami questioned intrigued to know more. “If my first time was in a car I wouldn’t remove it from my memory” I shook my head.

“The cars way too small, my head was hitting the door the whole time” I whispered mid laugh. “Bet it steamed up loads too, must get stuffy” cami raised an eyebrow. “You’ve never done it in a car?” Caroline looked at cami shocked. Even hailey found it to be surprising. “No- and I wouldn’t want to” she laughed. “Who doesn’t want to do what?” Klaus voiced making us all jump out of our skin. He was walking over to us and stood next to where I was sitting. “You startled me klaus!” Cami winned.

“Girl talk klaus, we couldn’t reveal our secrets to you” Caroline put a finger to her lips raising her eyes flirtatiously up him. “You look great- the suit is fitting” cami told klaus bringing his attention to her. “It was on the house” “of course it was, that’s such a klaus thing” hailey spoke.

I watched as the girls tried getting his attention saying literally anything to make him look at them. I sat there in silence watching the show. The way they giggled when he addressed them. Made me feel sick.

His hand fell on my shoulder.

“The real reason I came over was to ask you to dance” he told me staring into my eyes with that famous klaus smile on his mouth. “You- want to dance with me?” I stuttered in shock he’d picked me out of all the girls here. Me and klaus had a complicated relationship. We’d slept together a few times and we’d stop and talk to each other if we bumped into one another but it was a casual thing. I didn’t think he’d choose to dance with me.

“Of course you can have me for a dance, I’m just going to find the restroom and then I’ll look for you” I nodded at him with a little smile on my face. “I’ll be waiting” he took my hand and planted a kiss softly before vamping off back into the party.

“He’s so fucking gorgeous” hailey threw her head back groaning. “Literally heaven sent- god took his time with that man” Caroline laughed. “I’m definitely going to cut in for a dance after” Haliey looked over at me.

She didn’t say it maliciously. It wasn’t condescending, she was just being genuine and letting me know her plans. “Mmm not if I get there first” cami wiggled her eyebrows. “The things I’d do to him if he’d let me”. The girls giggled to each other, making me wonder which one of them would get him. They were all attractive girls each having their own personality and opinions, he’d be a fool to not pick one of them.

“I’m off to the bathroom ladies” I smiled standing up. “Come on girl we aren’t going to let you go in your own” Caroline told me bouncing up from her seat. I tipped the last of drink down my throat before saying. “Great because I have no clue where it is and this house is massive” I laughed as we made our way inside. Us four climbed the stairs taking a left as a gut feeling. “It must be around here somewhere” cami shrugged looking at the mass of doors.

“Try this one” hailey opened one of the doors, but it was just a libary. Full of old books from the ceiling to the floor. “Boring” she slammed the door closed making us laugh. “What about this one” Caroline pulled open the door opposite to it. “Woah- it’s not the bathroom but…” she blinked looking inside. “What is it?” Hailey sped to the door looking inside. Her face became mesmerised and slowly she started walking in. The two girls followed, I felt a bit odd snooping around his house.

It felt wrong. But when I saw what was in the room it felt like privacy didn’t really matter to klaus as much as i thought it did. The room was full of art work, paintings on easels, on the walls, everywhere. They were all of the same thing. Me.

The girls looked at me and I gazed around the room, my eyes were wide in awe. There was portraits, some where I was standing in felids or other dimensions. They were so creative. The ones that caught my attention the most were the nude ones.

I remembered the set I had on in one of the paintings, he’d put me in a position lying me on the bed with a rose in my mouth. They were so creative so extraordinary. He’d only seen my body a few times yet he got it so spot on. The detail and time that had been put into it was incredible.

“Fuck” hailey whispered under her breath as reality sank in. Cami bit her lip looking around the room. Her eyes were sad almost. “Did you pose for him? Did you know he did these?” Caroline asked me quietly.

I shook my head still in shock. “I had no idea about any of these” “they are all of you- every single one of them- there must be over a hundred” cami whispered not even looking at me. “What does this mean?” Hailey turned to me with a raised eyebrow. “I’m going to go find out” I swallowed and before waiting for anyone to say something

I was out of the room and running down the stairs. My eyes scanned the room for him and eventually spotted him talking to a large group of vampires.

I ran towards him swerving past people left, right and centre. Klaus noticed me straight away and stopped his conversation. “Why are you running? What happened?” He quizzed with a worried gleam in his eyes. His hand fell to my arm. “Klaus- why’s there a room full of paintings of me?” I pannted under my breath. I asked him straight out not caring for him to judge me. He’d be a hypocrite to cuss me for breaking boundaries or privacy. 

He just smiled before moving his hand to my face. “Because I want you y/n” he breathed out staring into my eyes. My heart skipped a beat. It punched me in my chest. My stomach flipped as those words filled my ears. “Me?” I blinked as my chest rose. “You have three beautiful girls pining for you and…” “and I want you” he cut me off shaking his head slightly. “All I want is you y/n”. In that moment I lept towards him, pushing my face onto his.

Our lips met in sync and the hand that was on my arm moved to my hip. Klaus pulled me closer to his body. Softly but passionately kissing me back. “Klaus” I whispered pulling only an inch away and leaning my forehead on his. “I want you”. “You’ve got me” he told me kissing my forehead before placing his back against mine.

His eyes wondered from me to the stair case where hailey, Caroline and cami stood watching us. I turned to look at them. They tried to hide the fact they weren’t happy about us being together but they didn’t do it incredibly well.

In that moment the music switched on. Klaus caught my eye again as people started getting ready for it. “May I take you for a dance m’lady” he smirked putting his arm out. “Of course you can handsome” I smiled linking arms with him. And with that we made our way to the face floor smitten with each other.

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