#teacher!klaus

[imaplatypus-art]

It's Christmas! Time for my yearly Klaus artwork!

Alva to match the last 2 years of artworks ❤️📚🍎

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[klausysworld]

Hi! I love your fics and I’ve been binging them all day!

I was wondering if you would be willing to make a part 2 to ‘His Little Secret’? I would love a smutty sequel where she expects immediate sex at his house but he planned a little date for them in his living room since they can’t be in public yet while he’s still her teacher and she’s in love with it cause it’s just so sweet and she didn’t expect it at all cause a part of her still worried that all he wanted was to fuck her. Klaus eases her concerns and is really understanding…and then after dinner he absolutely destroys her?

His little secret part 2

PT1

Professor Mikaelson and I- sorry, Klaus and I, hadn’t had much time to…be together since that evening in his office after school had ended.

It was just little moments like staying a couple extra minutes at the end of the lesson to ‘grab my things’ when in reality i was pressed against the wall with his hands in my hair and tongue down my throat.

Or when I needed help with the homework and his lips would be on my neck while he explained the assignment and helped me take notes.

So when I found a note in between the pages of my book with his address and a request for me to join him on Saturday night, well I was a little excited.

But as the days grew nearer, my mind spun. What if he just wanted to finally fuck me? It was probably just a game for him, to chase his student, make her fall for him, fuck her and then move on. Or worse, make me his fuck toy while I fall further for him until I graduate and he finds a new student.

And yet, despite my worries, I still turned up to his house. I made sure I was clean, shaved and…desirably dressed. If he just wanted sex then I could do that, he’s probably got all the skills anyway so at least it would be worth the emotional turmoil.

I knocked on his door with a quick glance of my surroundings, I had my jacket zipped up over my skimpy dress just incase anyone saw me and didn’t think I was my teachers hooker.

His house was fucking huge, what kind of salary was he on??

And when he opened the door it was a little odd seeing him in regular clothes. Jeans and a henley, he didn’t look like a professor right now.

He smiled and his arm circled my waist, pulling me inside and shutting the door and kissing my cheek.

“Im so glad you came sweetheart” he murmured.

I swallowed thickly and nodded “yeah…you have a really nice home” I told him quietly, it was a little weird knowing I was in his house, going to be fucked by my teacher.

“Are you alright my love?” He questioned, his hand cupping the side of my face

“Mhm, yeah. So uh, where do you want to do it?” I asked nonchalantly, best to get straight to it, no need to sugarcoat it or pretend its not the real reason I’m here.

His brow arched and he frowned “do what…oh-“ his eyes widened as I undid my jacket revealing my lack of clothing. I looked to him with a slightly expecting face

“What? You looked shocked? Would you have preferred it in pink? You seemed more of a dark blue person” I muttered looking down and the second skin, rather worried knowing i was wearing matching panties.

“N..no you look lovely…I just…I wasn’t prepared for you to be wearing…what” his tongue clicked and he took my hand “you look beautiful” he assured being leading me past the first room and through the next door, is his bedroom downstairs?

Though I was quite surprised when he opened the door to reveal candles lighting up the room, blankets and pillows layered in the centre of the room and a massive flat screen hung up on the wall. Oh my god was he going to film it or something?

I blinked a few times and looked to him nervously “I um…I don’t think I want to be filmed the first time” I told him awkwardly and to my own embarrassment as his eyes significantly widened and he shook his head

“No! No no, that is not what this is!” He nearly yelled “it’s just dinner! Food, a date” he confirmed.

“Oh” I breathed, my brows furrowing “you know it’s unnecessary though right? You don’t need to ‘woo’ me, I know what I’m here for”

“What in earth do you think you’re here for!?” He looked almost upset?

“Sex….was that not…oh dear” I muttered feeling much more embarrassed realising I looked like an utter slut. “God I’m so stupid, I’m sorry, I’ll get my coat” I quickly made my way to the front door with my hand shielding my face from his view.

“Love!” I could hear his footsteps gaining pace as he neared me, his hand landing on my shoulder and turning me too him before I had the chance to grab my jacket. “Love, it’s alright” his voice was soft as his hand moved under my chin to try sway me into looking up at him. “I can understand why you would assume that, I haven’t been able to show you that this id more than a couple kisses on my desk, but that’s why you’re here. So that I can give you more, not sexually-not if you don’t want that, more emotionally” he explained

I glanced up to him, my face red and haw clenched, my mind telling me to get out to save myself from further humiliation.

“I should go home” I whispered and he frowned

“Please love, just an hour or so, I’ve made you dinner, surely you’re at least a little hungry?” He asked, his hand on my arm now

“Klaus I look like a hooker” I stated with a sigh

“Ill get you one of my tops if you’d like, my jeans may be a tad big on you, adjustable sweatpants perhaps?” He offered, both hands rubbing up and down my arms gently

“Im not even wearing a bra” I laughed slightly, my hand holding my forehead “god, I’m so sorry”

He smiled and shook his head “I understand, It’s quite alright. Now personally I don’t own bras but I promise not to look, hm?” He questioned and I smiled a little

“Okay” I whispered and he nodded

“I’ll grab you something of mine” he whispered “will you wait in the living room? The one I showed you…for our date”

I smiled and went back into the room he had previously shown to me and sat down on the edge of one of his luxurious leather sofas, looking down at the little display of blankets on the floor. I sighed, feeling stupid as I pulls my dress up over my breasts a little more.

I waited a few more minutes for him to return with some clothes folded in his arms. He smiled came over, pulling a navy henley over my head and I brought my arms into the sleeves. He held a hand out to me, pulling me up to stand before him before kneeling down and bunching the joggers up to slip them up my legs and over the henley of my body. I went to speak but I felt his hands under the henley making my words halt as he had managed to pull my excuse of a dress off of my body and over my head from under my clothes. I blinked at him aimlessly as he folded up the material and set it aside. His arm moved around my waist and he smiled

“May we have our date now, my sweetheart?” He asked while leading me over to the comfy setting on the ground. He gently pulled me down with him and tucked a few strands of hair behind my ear. “Food will be ready soon, for now, how about a film?” He offered as he handed me the phone.

“You sure you want me to choose? You know our tastes may be a little different seeing as…well” I stopped myself from saying much else, like him being my teacher, being roughly ten years older and what not. But he only smiled back at me

“How will I learn much from you if you do not teach me?” He asked and I smiled shyly before reluctantly nodding and taking the remote.

“Well uh we could watch…” I trailed off aimlessly, a little glad when his phone alarm went off for the food. He stood up and kissed the top of my head

“Ill grab that, you pick the girliest film you can find hm? It won’t bother me as long as you enjoy it” he murmured softly, before leaving the room briefly. I decided to see how far I could push it and chose Legally Blonde.

When he returned I was more comfy, lead on my stomach, chin resting in my hands as I awaited his return. My eyes flicked to the pasta dishes in his hands and smiled up at him. He was even more attractive from this angle, seeing straight up his body.

His throat cleared as my eyes lingered on his crotch for a beat to long and I looked back to his amused face while he began to lower himself onto his knees and placed my plate in front of me.

“Cooked it yourself?” I questioned, slightly suspicious he had someone else do it

“Who else would make it?” He asked, a hand over his heart in mock offence.

“I dunno a maid? This house is fricken huge! You can’t tell me you clean it yourself?” My brows raised and he chuckled

“I have a little help with cleaning but I assure you, nobody else is here tonight, I cooked this myself for you”

“Oh? And why nobody else here? Expecting something happen?” I mused and he smiled with a shake of his head

“Just didn’t want anyone disturbing our time together, besides…for now you are still a student” he mumbled the last part as though I would miss it and so I ignored it on his behalf.

“Well thank you” I said with a smile and picked up my fork, taking a bite of his meal for me.

“Well I must commend you professor, it seems you do more than teach” I said with a laugh and he smiled looking down at his plate.

“And you have just lovely movie recommendations” he hummed glancing up at the TV

“Hush, you’ll love it” I wave my hand and sit up, shuffling over to him as he draped a blanket over my shoulders.

By the time we had finished our meals and he had fed me the pavlova he made, the film had finished and we were scrolling to pick another. His arm was around me, hand on the side of my thigh as I was curled on my side, my head against his chest.

“Are you tired my love? I can take you home if you like or if you’d rather stay, you have have my bed and I’ll take a guest room” he proposed, his fingers threading through my hair gently.

“Why would I stay in your bed? Wouldn’t I be the guest?” I asked confused

“Mm but my bed is the comfiest, and you should have the best” he muttered as he kissed the top of my head. I smiled and turned onto my back, the back of my head resting against his thigh as I looked up at him. His hand slid up to lay against my stomach and he grinned down at me. “Perhaps you’re comfy here?” He mused and my lips pulled upwards with a meek nod.

We stayed in that position for two thirds of Titanic before we moved on to more…intriguing topics. We had gotten to the scene where Jack and Rose have sex in the car when his hand glided up and down my abdomen

“I don’t imagine you’ve ever done it in a car, love?” He hummed though his curiosity was clear. I blushed and shook my head

“Have you?” I asked quietly and he smirked

“Well…” he trailed with an awkward yet proud chuckle making me roll my eyes playfully

“A man like you must’ve done it everywhere” I laugh and his brows raise

“Is that your way of calling me a man whore?” He hums and I shrug

“A little bit”

“And what of you, where have you done it?” He questions, his expression almost smug. I blush darkly and look away briefly

“Well not many places” I mutter

“A bed I presume?” He asks and I nod. His hand had pushed up the henley, untucking it from the joggers so his hand was against my bare stomach. “Anywhere else love?” He questions, no amusement in his tone, just soft curiosity.

I shrug “janitors closet” i mumble, glancing to him seeing his brows high

“Oh? With who?” He questions, his tone lower than before

“Nope, not doing the who have we slept with” I refused and he let out a chuckle

“Oh come on love, give me a hint love” he nearly whined as his hands teased my under boob.

“Nuh uh, none of your business” I tell him and he laughs again

“It won’t do any harm” he persuades but I’m firm of my decision not to share and he eventually gives in.

“Anywhere else you’ve gotten yourself hot and bothered in with this mysterious boy” he hummed

“Well..” I clicked my tongue, fighting back a smile knowing it would press his buttons “Actually…I’ve gotten to third base with someone in the back of a classroom” I bit my tongue to hold back my grin and he stiffened

“Not…not in my classroom” He uttered and I laughed but didn’t respond. “Y/n. Not in my classroom, correct?” Again, I said nothing only giggled fuelling him to lift me up from my comfy position and pulling me to straddle his lap, his hand holding my chin to keep my eyes on his. “Y/n y/l/n you tell me right now that you did not let a boy out his fingers inside you while in my class room.”

My grin shone through in slight pride and amusement seeing his horrified and disturbed expression. I only laughed harder at his face before shaking my head

“It wasn’t in your room but god you look like someone murdered you puppy” I giggled and he breathed out a sigh, his arm pulling me flush against him

“I would have surely killed the boy” he muttered, kissing my temple.

“Don’t worry, he wasn’t nearly as talented as you were with your fingers” I whispered into the crook of his neck, he hummed and said fingers got a gently grip around my neck, pulling me back to see him.

“I remember that day so very well” he murmured, his eyes glossed in a growing lust.

“So do I” I replied with a smile which he returned as he cleared his throat again.

“Back to the topic at hand-“

But he didn’t get to finish his sentence as I pushed my lips to his rather unexpectedly. He made a sound of surprise before welcoming the kiss, his hand sliding up my neck to my jaw as he kissed back with a little more passion.

I pulled away with much struggle, my cheeks pink and my eyes flicking between his eyes and lips. “Sorry, I don’t know why I uh well threw myself at you” I blushed with a light laugh

“I wouldn’t be embarrassed my love, I have that effect” he chuckled before kissing my lips briefly again. “Besides, I certainly enjoy your enthusiasm” He hums before taking my lips with his. The kiss much deeper than the last, much deeper than any of our other kisses. Completely unhurried and meaningful.

His hands slid up and down my sides, his palms just barely grazing the sides of my breasts as his mouth grew hungrier and mind needier. I breathed into his mouth as he parted my lips with his, making way for our tongues to reunite as his hands gave a tender squeeze to each breast. I let out a little moan in response, pulling back to glance down at his hands, my desire building.

I would be lying if I said that I hadn’t been longing for us to finally do it. Since he was rather firm that we should be exclusive, it’s been far too difficult to not be touching myself each night to the thought of him. Of course part of me was worried all he wanted was sex but knowing that he genuinely cared for me, enough to spend hours with me with no more than limited physical touch and purely words of affection, I just wanted to at last have him inside me. I needed to know how brilliant he surely was. My friends had non stop blabbed about how great they imagine him to be, my dreams have already given me enough visuals, now I needed the real deal.

Before I knew it, his top I had been wearing was disregarded and tossed to one of the sofas. His hands were groping at my breasts as I continued to pant into his mouth, my tongue trying desperately to keep up with his.

I pulled away when his hands touched the sweatpants I was wearing and grabbed his hands.

“We aren’t on a time limit are we?” I asked slightly nervous and he shook his head,

“Forgive me” he breathed, his cheeks earning a rosy hue. He kissed me several more times before leaning back on his knees. He pushed me down onto my back nudged my thighs apart before shuffling between them. My legs bent at the knee to wrap around his waist, bringing his a little closer.

He bent down, his eyes on mine as he littered many kissed across my chest. His hands fondling and kneading while his tongue found one of my anticipating nipples. Our eyes remained locked on one another as he sucked it between his lips. I let out a hot breath at the tingling sensation he was creating as well as the sight. His tongue flicked at the hardening bud while one of his hand’s fingers gently pinched the other. His teeth grazed me lightly but enough to have my back arching to push my chest into his mouth with a squeal. His chuckle vibrated through me as he sucked it some more.

“You are divine sweetheart” he uttered, an award winning smirk spread across his face.

I barely managed to let out a noise before his mouth was on the opposite side to last and tugging at the nipple before pulling off it and nuzzling his face between both breasts,shaking his head gently side to side, his tongue giving quick swipes to the swells of them both.

“I could just do this all night” he mumbled and I breathed a laugh

“As much as I would love that, I fear my insides may explode with need” I whisper and he chuckles.

“Is that you way of asking for more, my love?” He hummed, his fingers flicking my erect buds making me let out an ‘mph’ as my teeth clamped down on my lower lip as I nodded in response. “Very well” he whispered.

Soon enough we were both entirely bare, his body pressed against mind, our lips together again in another heated kiss.

I could feel his heavy cock against my upper thigh, occasionally brushing over my folds, coating himself in my arousal and with eat feathery touch, the more desperate i became.

My hands grabbed at his hair, his neck, his shoulders, his back, anywhere I could touch to feel him closer until he had pulled away which a small chuckle.

“Is there something you would like sweetheart?” He mused but I wasn’t exactly in an amused mood. My hands only tugged at him more, a repeated blur of pleas whispered until he shushed me gently and stroked my hair.

“Let’s see how much you can handle” he murmured as he slowly began to push into me. An instant moan filling the air, a smile on my open mouth as my back arched and my head leant back. “That’s it love” he sighed, pushing in further. Another breathless moan leaving me, my cunt gripping him tightly.

No words could be formed as he began to move within me. Both out hips rocking, a groan leaving his throat and a girlish moan pushing past my lips. I could feel his hands roughly gripping my breasts again as his face dropped to my neck, his hot breath hitting against my skin.

My hips bucked upward harshly as his pace picked up. My eyes shut in a state of bliss, just him inside me was enough to make me cum let alone moving as fast as he was with his mouth sucking along my throat.

“oh god” I whispered, harsh breaths leaving my mouth. “Klaus” I whimpered. He kissed along my neck again before I felt his lips press to mine in many short kisses.

“I love you” he mumbled, my eyes cracked open to look at him, a smile forming on my face

“I love you” I told him, my heart fluttering at the look on his face.

My mouth formed an ‘o’ as he now moved even faster. Sharp intakes of breath could be heard aswell as the distinct sound of our skin meeting. A loud moan transferred from my mouth to his as he hit directly against my spot.

“yes klaus, yes!” My voice grew higher, his hips going faster. He hit just right over and over until my thighs were nearly vibrating and my fingers were tugging harshly at the baby hairs at the top of his neck.

“You’re gorgeous” he whispered, only stirring my orgasm on further, edging it closer and closer. “Come on sweetheart, finish for me my lovely.” He murmured.

I let out a sharp cry in response, my nails digging into his back with raw need.

“Show me love, show me” he whispered, lips kissing the spot behind my ear.

“Fuck Klaus fuck” I whined, my jaw clenching, nails holding on so tight he winced as I let go.

“Good god-“ he panted, he let out long breaths as he hurriedly pulled put, cumming across my abdomen and the blankets beneath us.

My eyes fell shut, my legs slipping from his waist and my arms sliding away from his back, tiny amounts of his blood at the ends of my fingernails.

His hands brushed my hair out of my face as my breathing evened out.

“You look beautiful my love” he whispered, “I will forever hold this moment in my heart” he murmured. He peppered my jaw in his kisses making me hum happily.

“Mmm can we watch another movie” I muttered sleepily and he chuckled

“Whatever you like sweetheart” he murmured, his lips meeting mine again for one of the dozens of times that they would continue to meet throughout the night…

(Ughhh sorry for not posting very much Actually like this story though ngl)

[hyperactivewhore]

I'm kinda bored and curious, and this also will help with my tvd!fame dr, so I'll ask:

What kind of jobs would the Mystic Falls have? Elena is a famous doctor in my dr, I made Damon serve bourbon because idc about him and I feel that Caroline could be a wedding planner but I'm not sure about her. Ideas? Tyler plays in the NBA and I feel Bonnie could be a model, like Rebekah

[buckybarnesb-tch]

Religious Teachings Moodboard

Yan!Klaus Mikaelson Moodboard

Religious Teachings (Fic for Board)

Klaus M. Moodboards

[hoperays-song]

Ryan in a Nutshell

Ryan in Sing 2: Look, I’ve only known Johnny for a day and a half but if anything happened to him I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.

[disappearinginq]

I have an absurd desire to write an Umbrella Academy fic where they have to get Five to enroll in an actual school. I don't even know the reason. I just want a scene of one of his siblings pretending to be his parent drop him off and realize Five is not a real name in the real world and draw it out to "His name is Five...al. Fievel. Yeah. Fievel."

And Five being like "I will kill you and make it look like an accident."

Edit: I take it back - I do know what they would be doing- getting him to go undercover at a gifted school/troubled gifted school a la Point Blanc style and Five is more believable as a kid than anyone else is as a teacher.

[flameshadowwolf]

I’m back at it again cause god we all love giant doren who could probably benchpress an actual bench but like

Thinking about English Teacher Doren who quotes sappy romantic lines to you and compares you to the sunset or some shit (you weren’t listening, you were too busy looking at his biceps)

Like I know he has a brogue and I’m here for it

[turbourbo]

The Hargreeves siblings as middle school teachers:

Luther teaches Home Ec. He’s not a great speaker and can be very disorganized. But he takes a lot of pride in things like baking an egg casserole or fixing the buttons on a shirt. And he’s super proud of his students every time they demonstrate a new skill. He’s also the first teacher to give up his plan if the building needs a sub. And if a student invites him to an event, he goes. It’s very important to him that his students feel like they matter.

Diego’s a gym teacher, coaching sports after school. He yells and makes a lot of aggressive hand motions. Some of the students are afraid of them. Things turn around after his team wins their first game and students catch his victory dance. Suddenly, everyone knows he can dance, and students who were afraid of him are begging him to show them some moves in the gym. Diego pretends it’s no big deal but secretly loves the attention.

I’m not sure what subject Allison would teach. I see her being a good speaker, organized, and well-prepared. I’m thinking English/drama, but she could probably teach any subject. She takes pride in her job, but when the bell rings, she’s out that door and doing her own thing. She keeps her personal life and work life separated. Because of this, she doesn’t coach or host any clubs. I can also see her and Klaus (if they share a lunch or plan) meeting up in their rooms and trash talking students and taking shots.

Klaus could probably bullshit his way through any subject. He’d be a GREAT sub, just staggering into a teacherless classroom after the bell, having no idea what the plans are or what he’s even subbing, and the students are just transfixed on this charismatic disaster of a man, because they have no idea what he’s going to do or say, but they know damn well it’s going to be entertaining af. Klaus would also direct the school plays, but like in his usual haphazard way. Like he would forget to secure the rights to the scripts, so they end up throwing productions of “Dannie” and “The Wizard of Boz,” he’d always be late to rehearsals, then rehearsals would run late because he’s having too much fun. Before things completely fall apart, he’d run to Allison for help with the fall play, and every spring, he would at least have Viktor involved in the musical. He and Diego have the worst teacher evaluations.

Let’s pretend Five’s teen body isn’t a problem. He teaches math. Like Allison, he’s super organized and prepared each day. He’s also a good speaker, as long as he’s doing the lesson. Like Diego, he can get frustrated with the students’ behavior or lack of understanding. I can also see him going “empty head, no thoughts” when a student does something spectacularly stupid, like drinking water from a repurposed bleach container or bringing a dead bird to class because “I’m going to Frankenstein this bitch.” His rapport with the students isn’t great. He seems like the job would exhaust him. He’ll go to Klaus’s room after a bad day for some booze and emotional support.

Sparrow Ben is organized, prepared, a good speaker, and super competitive. Idk why, I see him teaching social studies/history/government, that kind of thing. Students love him or hate him. A lot crush on him because of how ripped and impeccably dressed he is. He would definitely have favorites. The favorites would tell him he’s their favorite teacher, and in return, he would give them better grades and let them skip other teachers’ classes by hanging in his room. He absolutely REFUSES to sub or cover for other teachers, because that’s a them problem, not his problem. He coaches baseball in the fall and track in the spring. He has new assistant coaches every season because he’s notoriously difficult to work with. Both he and Diego will argue with refs. But Diego would throw hands with rude-ass parents of the opposing team, and Ben would stay out of it.

Viktor teaches band, obviously. Like Luther, he’s not a great speaker, but he’s pretty organized and has better rapport with the students than Five or Sparrow Ben. I feel like Viktor would take time to get to know his students, even listening to their difficulties outside of his classroom, and offering advice when he can. Viktor is especially patient with students with low self-esteem, and students who don’t fit in with the others. Like Luther, he wants every student to feel valued in his room. Also like Luther, he can get too invested in his students and bring that shit home with him.

Overall executive functioning, emotional control, social skills, adaptability, and empathy:

Luther. Mid to high executive functioning. High emotional control. Low social skills. Low adaptability. High empathy.

Diego. Low to mid executive functioning. Low emotional control. High social skills. Mid to high adaptability. Mid to high empathy.

Allison. High executive functioning. High emotional control. High social skills. Mid adaptability. Low to mid empathy.

Klaus. Low executive functioning. Mid emotional control. High social skills. High adaptability. Mid to high empathy.

Five. High executive functioning. Mid emotional control. Low social skills. Mid adaptability. Low to mid empathy.

Sparrow Ben. High executive functioning. Low emotional control. High social skills. Mid adaptability. Low empathy.

Viktor. High executive functioning. Mid to high emotional control. Mid social skills. Low adaptability. High empathy.

[apersonwholikeslotus]

Brb gonna go watch Klaus on Netflix for the third time this month

[surv1vr]

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[jellied0ctopus]

klaus!sanders sides au where roman is jesper virgil is klaus patton was the wife logan is ms alva janus is mogens uhhhh idk remy & emile as krum & ellingboe

[gremlingottoosilly]

teacher!reader x König

Honestly, you are not supposed to have a point to meet in. You're a teacher, he is the bachelor who hates kids and would probably yeet a poor baby in the air if he was given an opportunity and get out of jail free card. He doesn't like kids, doesn't want them, and in no way or shape to actually have one - even with his rare hookups, if he did manage to get a lady pregnant, she would be smart enough to abort the baby and forget about its father. But, even a man like him is not immune to having friends. Normal friends. Somewhat functional friends. Battle buddies who manage to have normal families with wives and little brats running around...and unfortunately, the stars has aligned that he was helping Klaus with his girl. Cute kid, adorable, snot in her nose and some dumb dress - she needed to be picked up for a week since her father is too fucking paranoid and is sure that his family is the next target. Konig was in the country and not really against it - as long as he got his favor over the Swiss. And gods, when he met you...yeah, he doesn't even care about the favor. You're everything he should be repulsed about. You like kids, you work with them constantly - it's just daycare since you don't have much experience, but he just looks at the way you talk to the little girl, the way she grasps your pants and asks not to leave...honestly, Konig was moved by a child caring for the first time. He was moved the second time when you refused to let him get the kid. Obviously, Konig doesn't look like a trustworthy person - he is huge, dangerous, wearing a mask and full tactic gear that looks only remotely civilian...and you, being little spitfire that you are, immediately went for the throat. Calling him all sorts of mean, but non-curse names, threatening to call the police and saying you would not give the girl to him ho matter what he says...gods, he could listen to you all the time. Can forget about the kid and just stare at the way your chest puffs every time you point your adorable finger at his chest, showing him off like you can actually resist and... Konig looks at you wqith a lazy grin, concealed by his mask. Cocks his head to the side, his eyes glinting with something - you took it as danger, immediately backing away and covering the child. The look on your face only got sweeter as Klaus finally called and said it was fine - his military friend is getting the daughter today, and tomorrow, and the way after tomorrow. You're not happy about it - something about the way Konig looks at you just sends shivers down your spine, but you bite your tongue, trying your best not to look scared.

Konig might consider stealing a kid to bring it to you after he's done with babysitting duty.

[buckybarnesb-tch]

Religious Teachings -Klaus M.

Okay so…I may have taken the innocence thing just a bit too far? I grew up Mormon and now I have a shit load of religious trauma and I think that propelled this one a bit so…I hope it was everything you wanted and if it isn’t I’m so sorry😅 but this is probably the most fun fic that I’ve ever gotten a request for and now I want to write more like it🤣

I apologize in advance

Warnings: Major Innocence Kink which pushes its way into Dub-Con, Breeding Kink, Daddy Kink (Dd-Lg), Religious Trauma

DD:DNE

This is a Religious Fic.

Don’t Like = Don’t Read!!

It’s possible I took the innocent thing a bit too far but considering you didn’t want her to know what sex was at all I assume that’s what you wanted? I hope it’s what you intended.

If you had told Klaus that one day he would work at an all girls catholic school he wouldn’t have believed you. Here he is though, Saint Holy Mary’s School for Girls as an Art teacher and he’s never been happier.

When Klaus met Y/n he knew she was perfect, she had been home for summer break at the time and Klaus scared off some teenage boys making vulgar comments to her as she walked home. They talked for a few minutes and it didn’t take Klaus long to understand that she’s innocent. Alarmingly innocent. She’s a teenager who is almost an adult that no one has taught about sex, and while Klaus wanted to know how that’s even possible, he decided instead to just enjoy the gift he has been given in the form of his innocent little Bunny.

She was shocked to see him in the school but pleasantly surprised, she blushed whenever he spoke to her, blushed whenever she saw him in the halls or at meals and blushed whenever he complimented her projects. Klaus had spent nearly 2 months just getting her comfortable in his presence, she spends a lot of time with him and often helps him with things that get her out of different classes. Y/n loved spending time with Klaus just as much as he did with her, she proved it the first time he touched her, though she clearly hadn’t understood what was going on and he found it truly adorable.

‘Might as well just spend the rest of class here love, there’s 20 more minutes.’ She shrugged, blushing as he pulled a chair over beside him for her to sit in. She made herself comfortable and Klaus couldn’t keep from looking at her legs, the short skirt she was forced to wear everyday showing several inches above her mid thigh and he couldn’t stop from imagining them wrapped around his head. ‘So, tell me Y/n, what made your parents choose this school for you? Were you too naughty for them to control anymore or did your parents go here?’ Once again her face was red as she quickly corrected him.

‘My mom went here! I didn’t-I’m not-‘

‘I was teasing love, I know you’re the most innocent girl here.’ He was still teasing her, wanting to see how she would react and she didn’t disappoint him.

‘I’m not that innocent. I just don’t like to break the rules…my dad never paid much attention to me when I was a kid unless I did something right so breaking the rules wasn’t really an option I guess…I don’t like-‘

‘You don’t like people to be disappointed in you. It’s a good thing, but I don’t think anyone could be disappointed in you Bunny, you’re perfect.’ He could practically smell the blood rushing to her cheeks as he rested a hand on her knee but she didn’t pull away. ‘Such a good girl.’

‘Thank you, you’re always so sweet, I love getting to talk to you Mr.Mikaelson.’

‘Ah ah ah. What have I told you about that? You call me by my first name now that we’re friends. You wouldn’t want me to be…disappointed in you would you?’ He questioned, moving his hand up to hold her thigh and seeing his fingers only about 2 inches from touching her panties making her breath just a bit heavier.

‘No! I’m sorry, I just, it’s weird to call a teacher by his name is all-‘

‘But we’re friends. After all this time I thought we were…more than friends even?’ Her eyes widened and she held the sleeve of his red Henley tightly.

‘Of course we are! We’re best friends! I’m sorry Klaus, you know I love spending time with you.’ He couldn’t help his smile at her nearly idiotic level of innocence as she thought he meant ‘best friends’ even as he has his hand almost under her skirt.

‘It’s okay. I love being your best friend, you’re my precious little Bunny. I could never really be disappointed in you love.’ His hand squeezed her flesh and she gasped quietly just before he caught a heavenly scent coming from her making his fangs ache in desperate need of being buried in her throat. In the 2 months he had known her, he had never smelled that sweet slick between her legs until now and he could see as she pushed them together that she didn’t quite understand what the feeling in her stomach was. He would have to teach her everything…he couldn’t find it in himself to be upset about that.

For the next month he got her accustomed to him touching her, arms, legs, back, face, his hands anywhere on her body wasn’t something she minded, not even when he hugged her from behind and rested his hands on her lower belly. That’s when he knew, when she leaned back into him and pushed her thighs together, he knew he could have her.

The next time they were alone together he made sure they had plenty of time. Y/n was scheduled to stay at home that weekend but Klaus made sure something came up with her parents so she couldn’t go. When she spoke to him, he convinced her to not tell the school and just spend the weekend at his place. It would be fun. She was so excited by the idea of spending time with her friend outside of school that she barely worried about the broken rules, getting off at the first bus stop after leaving the school and hopping into his car with a huge smile on her face.

Klaus had gotten all kinds of snacks and drinks, ordering takeout and relaxing with her eating everything she’s not normally allowed to. He had also gone to the store and gotten her clothes, both pajamas and day clothes to wear if she wanted to go someplace tomorrow or Sunday, all of which were short or revealing and he had her change into black short shorts and a tank top with a wolf on it. Last but not least he put on an R rated movie. She argued but didn’t put up too much of a fight about it. It was a horror movie and she was shocked by the cursing and the drugs, but she enjoyed the stupidity of the characters and how they died.

It wasn’t until they got to the reason Klaus chose this movie that she seemed uncomfortable. She watched as the teenage boy pulled his girlfriend onto his lap and ripped her top off, her tits flashing on the screen before he seemed to make a meal out of them.

Klaus had ensured that Y/n was pressed against his side firmly with his arm around her waist so that he wouldn’t need to pull her closer when the scene came on.

As the boy continued kissing down her body he flipped the girl over and ripped off her panties, shoving his face into her. Y/n gasped, completely stunned by this action and looking up at Klaus in shock. ‘What are they doing?’ She questioned and he looked down at her, trying to stay neutral.

‘They’re having sex love, being normal teenagers. You…you know what sex is…don’t you?’

‘Of course I do, I…it’s to make babies…my mom said I didn’t need to know until…until I was ready to get married. They’re sinning.’ Klaus chuckled at that and Y/n looked back up at him confused before turning back to the television and watching as the boy began thrusting into the girl roughly and she began crying out in pleasure.

‘All teenagers have sex Y/n, it’s more strange not to have done it. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t support mindless sex with a bunch of people you don’t know but if you love someone, really care for them then you should express that with them. You don’t have to make a baby, there’s ways to avoid it if you want to but sex is called ‘making love’ for a reason, it’s the best way to express your care for that special someone.’ She looked confused but he could also smell her excitement. ‘They love each other, so they’re making each other feel good. It’s normal and I’m so sorry you’ve been deprived of basic knowledge…do you see her face?’ He asked, knowing exactly how he was going to convince her to let him touch her. ‘What does her face look like?’

‘Happy…really happy.’

‘Right, and the sounds she’s making? Tell me, what do her sounds make you feel?’ Her face was redder than he had ever seen and she looked away from the TV quickly before he tilted her head up. ‘It’s okay Y/n, I love you. You can tell me how you’re feeling. I would never betray your trust and tell anyone anything. You can be honest with me…do you want me to tell you first?’ She nodded quickly and he tried desperately to hide his smile. ‘Well, when I hear her moaning like that I…honestly it makes me desperate to know what you would sound like if you felt good.’ Y/n was now turned toward his body and holding his Henley tightly, clearly trying to calm her breathing as she got too excited. ‘What are you feeling right now? I won’t make fun of you, I want to help.’

‘I…I feel tingly in…in bad places Klaus…sometimes when-Oh God-‘

‘It’s okay. You’re doing so good Bunny, so, so good for me.’ He pulled her onto his lap gently and ran his hands up her sides.

‘When you…t-touch me I get…I feel hot…and tingly…and I get…I-I get-‘

‘Does your pussy get wet for me Bunny?’ She groaned out, in embarrassment and relief both but he didn’t care as he gripped onto her thigh tightly. ‘It’s normal. It means you love me a whole lot, just like I love you.’ Her whimper was quiet but instant.

‘You do?’ He nodded. ‘Do…do you get wet too?’

How stupid is her fucking mother that she could teach her daughter basic-fuck that women!

‘No Bunny, but my cock gets hard for you whenever you touch me, or I think about you, sometimes at night I touch myself and just think about how precious and beautiful you are and it makes my cock feel so much better. When a man’s cock gets too hard it hurts and you are always the one who makes the pain stop, you make me feel so good Precious.’

‘Are you in pain now Klaus?’ She wondered and this was exactly how he knew he would get her to let him do anything he fucking wanted.

‘Yes Bunny, I’ve been in pain since the movie started.’ She looked up at him in shock and worry making him wince a bit as he moved to prove his discomfort.

‘How do you make it stop hurting, I can-I can leave you alone if you need-‘

‘Don’t leave me Bunny, no! Please? I need to hold you Y/n, don’t go-‘

‘Okay. I’m not going anywhere.’ She reached up, running her fingers through his hair and it sent a shiver down his spine.

‘Have you ever seen a cock before?’ He asked her and she shook her head, probably thankful she couldn’t get redder than she is. ‘Do…do you want to?’ She hesitated before looking back up at him and nodding, trying to look determined which made her all the more adorable. He moved slowly so she didn’t get scared, it had been probably about 200 years since he had fucked a virgin and he knew he needed to be even slower with Y/n. He pushed his sweat pants down along with his boxer briefs, his cock standing straight and hard, leaking at the tip, and completely red which seemed to make her believe he was in serious pain.

As if Y/n couldn’t control herself she reached her hand out and touched his tip, dragging her finger down his length before yanking her hand away when he groaned. ‘I’m Sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you! I-‘

‘No Bunny, no! You made me feel so good, so fucking good! Please just…oh God, please touch me? Please Bunny, help me?’ His desperate cries of pain were too much for her and she reached out, wrapping her hand around his cock, watching him throw his head back as his hand tightened on her thigh. She pumped her hand up and down his length a few times before her eyes found his tip which was leaking. She swiped her thumb across it and his hips thrust up, nearly throwing her off of his lap. ‘My good girl, so good for me! Such a good little Bunny for your Daddy! Don’t stop? Please?!’ He held her hand and helped her speed up for a few moments before looking back down at her and his eyes flashing to her lips. ‘Y/n…will you do something else for me?’

She nodded quickly. ‘Anything Daddy.’

Fuck! He could have cum right there and been completely happy with it but he pushed it back. ‘Please? Daddy needs your lips.’

‘My-my lips?’

He nodded. ‘Please? Just the tip if you want, suck on it like I gave you a lollipop…can you do that Precious?’ She looked back down at his cock before smiling and nodding her head, moving from his lap and kneeling. He could see the excitement in her eyes and he knew right away he was creating a desperate whore. He was going to ruin this girl and he couldn’t care any fucking less, she would belong to no one but him for the rest of eternity and he would never let anyone else touch her perfect body so…how wrong is it really?

She wrapped her lips around his tip and suckled, tongue running over his slit which made his legs stiffen and shake as she did it again, dragging her lips down his length and moaning. That was the final straw for him. He had imagined her mouth and her noises so many times and nothing came close to this, she was perfection and she was never getting away from him. He held the back of her head still as he came up into her mouth and though she jerked a bit at first she got used to it and quickly swallowed, sucking on his cock for more. ‘Did I make you feel better?’ He couldn’t speak, only nod in that moment of total bliss, head thrown back against the couch to keep her from seeing the dark veins under his golden eyes until he could get his hybrid visage under control again, Fuck this girl does things to him! ‘Can I have more cream Daddy?’

‘Oh Fuck!’ Her innocent eyes and words were going to push him over the edge much too quickly. ‘Daddy…Daddy wants to give you more cream. I’ll give you Daddy cream all you want Babygirl but…do you think Daddy can put it somewhere else?’ She tilted her head, looking up at him from her knees. ‘Do you trust me?’ Y/n nodded her head quickly and he smirked, knowing this would be easier than he thought. ‘Can I show you?’

‘Yes Daddy.’ God he’s going to stretch her pussy so much this weekend there will be a permanent indentation of his cock. He lifted her up and laid her onto the couch, throwing his shirt away and grabbing ahold of hers, pulling it off and quickly keeping her arms from covering her perfect tits. They were just the perfect size for his hands and so fucking cute that he couldn’t resist leaning down and wrapping his lips around a nipple, her hips flying up when his teeth nibbled. He took full advantage, dragging his hands down her sides and holding onto her shorts and panties, nibbling again and pulling the clothes down and off as her hips thrust up again. ‘Daddy!’

‘Shh…it’s okay Y/n, it’s just Daddy. I love you Bunny, and I want to spend the rest of eternity at your side making your pussy drip for me, do…do you want me?’ He asked, seeming nervous so that she feels needier for him.

‘Yes Daddy, forever but…you’re my teacher, how-‘

‘You let me worry about that, Daddy will make it all okay…just let Daddy…let Daddy inside of you.’ He groaned, pushing her legs apart and squeezing her thighs with an image of his girl round with his baby burned into his brain, silently begging whatever Gods exist if any to allow him to be able to put a baby in his Little Bunny. Leaning his face down into her wetness he licked his tongue up her slit, lapping at her like a thirsty animal before caressing her clit with the tip of his tongue.

‘Oh Daddy! Don’t Stop! Please?!’ He didn’t, he shoved his face into her cunt and ate her like his life depends on it. He wrapped his hand around hers as he wiggled his tongue against her clit and felt her legs lock around his head as she reached her peak for the first time ever, crying out so loud he knew the neighbors would hear if he’d had any. When he pulled away he crawled back up her chest and kissed her neck, lining his cock up at her hole and pushing his way into her before she had time to have doubts, still on cloud nine as he pushed the last 2 inches in a short thrust and she squealed.

‘That’s it Bunny, oh god you’re so perfect. So fucking perfect! So tight on my-‘

‘Daddy! Y-You’re in-inside…you can’t-‘

‘Clearly I can. And I am.’ He turned her face to look up at him and made sure she was looking him in the eyes. ‘My cock is in your pussy right now, so deep you can practically feel me in your guts, can’t you?’ She nodded, whining. ‘This is my pussy now, all mine. No one can ever take you away from me…you have the most perfect cunt I’ve ever seen baby.’ He pulled back a few inches before pushing in again and pressing his lips to her lips for the first time. ‘Tell me Bunny, what was it you wanted from Daddy?’

‘Daa-ah!’ He thrust up again when she didn’t answer and he smirked, feeling his fangs trying to push out of his gums as he became more and more desperate to mark her.

‘Tell me what you wanted.’

‘D-Daddy cream…wanted m-more Daddy cream…please Daddy? Can I have more?’ She was begging now, whining in desperation for his cum in her womb.

‘Daddy will always give you cream. Daddy’s gonna fill you with so much you’ll be leaking for days. We’re going to fill you with cream for the next 2 days and maybe I’ll keep you even longer just to make sure it’s all properly fucked into you.’

‘Yes! Daddy cream! Want you inside me Daddy, inside me forever! Your cock feels so good! Why did no one tell me it feels so good! Can you stay inside me forever? Daddy, please?’

‘Oh Bunny…Daddy’s gonna breed this little body so much, gonna fill you with my cum over and over again until you’re a leaking, fucked out mess, until all you can do is whine and babble my fucking name! Until all you can say is ‘please Daddy more?’ And I’ll fill you over and over until it takes and you’re carrying my baby inside of your gorgeous body.’ Her eyes widened as she looked up at him, his hips thrusting harder as she realized what he meant, what he was really doing. ‘That’s right Bunny, you’re gonna give Daddy babies, gonna fill you with my babies over and over and still you’ll be desperate for more. Cause you know what bunnies do? They breed, they breed like crazy, they get Fucked-‘ he thrust hard getting deeper into her, now holding her legs up and getting as deep as he physically can. ‘-until they can’t anymore and then they do it again cause they’re so needy and desperate and slutty that they can’t stop. You have a slutty little pussy Bunny, are you ready for Daddy to fill it?’

He knew he wouldn’t stop even if she said ‘no’ but he wanted her to want it, because she is his for the rest of eternity. ‘P-please? Daddy cream! Fill my pussy Daddy! Please?!’

‘That’s my good girl. Daddy’s good girl, gonna be so full of me! Fuck!’ He shoved his cock into her as deeply as he could, feeling her pussy squeezing him through her own orgasm and practically milking his cock for all he could give her and Klaus had never felt so blissful, not in 1000 years.

He kept himself buried inside of her cunt, holding her close and pulling a blanket over the both of them, nuzzling into her throat to find some comfort before drifting off to sleep with the TV sound in the background.

Sometime in the night Klaus had moved them upstairs to his bed and cleaned the both of them up. Later that morning he was awoken by the girl in his arms moving, opening his eyes to see her sitting up and keeping the sheet wrapped around her body.

‘I saw it all last night gorgeous, might as well leave the sheet.’ She turned her head to look down at him and as soon as he saw the tears in her eyes he was moving. ‘Oh no, Bunny! No tears, why are you crying?’ To his relief she didn’t fight him, crying into his bare chest as he held her.

‘What am I going to do?!’ She cried, wrapping her arms around his neck and sniffling.

‘What do you mean? You’re going to stay right here, with me. I love you Y/n, and all you and I did last night was show our love for each other, there’s nothing wrong with that-‘

‘Unless I’m Pregnant! My Mom Is Going To Kill Me! I’m a disappointment to God and my father-Oh God My Father! He’s gonna kill me-‘ Klaus clamped his hand over Y/n’s mouth to stop her sobbing.

‘No one is Ever going to hurt you, and do you know why?’ She shook her head, tears streaming down her sweet face which he reached to wipe away. ‘Because you’re my Little Bunny. All mine. You asked last night why you weren’t told how good you could feel, remember?’ She nodded. ‘You weren’t told so that they could control you. You’re almost an adult and no one told you about anything, that’s wrong and cruel and dangerous! You gave yourself to me last night and I am going to spend the rest of our lives worshipping my girl like a Princess…you still love me…don’t you?’

‘Yes! Of course I do Klaus! I love you so much but my father will never let me be with you! He doesn’t care what I want, he will choose my husband once I graduate-‘

‘Y/n, you’ve already chosen. You’re 18, an adult, able to make your own choices. No one can tell you what to do anymore unless you want them to…we can go. Go back to the school, pack your things, I’ll quit my job and we can be together.’ Klaus knew when he looked at her curious eyes that he had her, he was going to make this happen and the best part is Y/n will think she made her own decision for the first time ever.

‘But what about your job? We’ll go live together with no income? I won’t have a diploma so I can’t get a job to-‘

‘You will never have a job!’ Klaus swore and she looked startled. ‘I have plenty of money, I’m an artist, I sell my work all the time. I worked in that school because…because I fell in love with you. I know it’s crazy, of course it is but I couldn’t leave you Y/n! You were already my everything…please tell me you’ll come with me? I can give you everything you’ve ever wanted! A wonderful house on acres and acres of woods and privacy, no one to bother us…except maybe my siblings on occasion but they’ll love you! Your parents won’t be able to control you anymore. You can wear what you want, anything you want, eat what you want, read, write, study, learn whatever you want! I’ll give you jewelry and silk sheets, a maid, the library you always talk about wanting, I can-‘

‘I just want you…’ Klaus’ eyes widened at her soft words. ‘I don’t need all that fancy stuff if I have you…don’t get me wrong, it sounds wonderful but can…can you promise me you’ll never leave me? That it will always be us for the rest of forever?’

He smirked at that, knowing instantly that the deal was sealed, Y/n is all his. ‘Forever and a day my precious girl. I love you so much, and we’re going to be so happy together.’ Y/n grinned, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling his lips to hers in a wonderful, needy kiss. ‘I’m going to make you scream in pleasure every night until you can’t remember your own name anymore, Bunny.’

She pulled back from his lips, peeking up at him with a shy look. ‘Daddy’s gonna give me babies?’

And just like that his cock was so hard he felt like a teenager again, desperately horny with an erection that won’t quit. Y/n is going to be full of him there’s no way she won’t end up carrying his child and he already has plans to speak to a witch about ensuring it. ‘Daddy’s going to fill you with babies everyday, every single day until it takes. Gonna keep you so full you won’t know what it’s like to be empty anymore…in fact, we should fill you up before we go get your things, shouldn’t we?’ Y/n squealed as Klaus lifted her, sitting her onto his lap and holding her up with one arm around her waist as he lined his cock up with her dripping hole. ‘Already soaking wet for Daddy, my needy little whore. So perfect-‘ She gasped loudly, looking down at him in desperation.

‘Not a whore Daddy! I’m not! I would never-‘

‘No, Shh, Shh, Shh. It’s okay Princess, My whore. Daddy’s whore, My girl who will do all the wonderful, depraved things Daddy wants you to. Do you understand? Not A whore, My whore. Any other cock comes anywhere near you I’ll cut it off and stick it up their ass.’ He pushed his cock up into her and she whined, still a bit sore from last night but feeling too good to care.

They ended up staying in bed for another 4 hours, Klaus filling his girl 3 more times before taking a nap together. Getting to the school and compelling the Dean was arguably too easy and they were long gone before Y/n’s parents ever came looking for her. It’s not like they would want her back with how badly Klaus had corrupted her.

Their little girl was gone.

She’s Klaus’ Little Bunny now.

Klaus Mikaelson Masterlist

[senorboombastic]

This One Song… Acid Klaus on Party Sized Away Day (feat Maria Uzor)

This One Song… Acid Klaus on Party Sized Away Day (feat Maria Uzor)

Tell you what – we love hearing from artists when things go right. We equally love hearing from artists when things go dreadfully wrong. A song that was a piece of piss, written in 20 minutes? Or years in the making and a bastard to write? Whether it’s a song that came together through great duress or one that was smashed out in a short amount of time, we’re getting the lowdown from some of our…

[hoperays-song]

Sing Universe Lettermans: The Dance Troupe

Back Lettering: Perfection Above All Else

Back Photo: Ballet Slippers

Name Options: Ryan Willis, Klaus Kickenclobber

[theeoriginals]

Idea: Reader is part of the scooby gang (an adult doing them a favour or something - pls not a teenager it makes me cringe) and Klaus catches her staring (because obviously) and is cocky and flirty and likes riling her up

i just like you | klaus mikaelson

author's note; this was so fun omfg i love him sm

warnings: honestly sort of grumpyxsunshine but somehow klaus is the sunshine here ? teasing, taunting, klaus is a flirty menace, reader is super in denial, implied that reader is a vampire hunter but it's not really important, also this exists in some sort of strange canon universe so don't read into it too much, fluff, making out, a steamy-ish scene at the end, but it doesn't get too graphic so don't worry! no use of y/n!

She doesn’t like owing people favors. She doesn’t like when other people owe her favors, either, but people seem to think that trading things off is the best way to live, and she’s hardly got the power to change something so universally accepted. 

She doesn’t like owing people favors, but in this case, it’s not something she can renegotiate. Alaric saved her life, and the least she could do is help him out with something. 

Her view on that changes very quickly when he looks at her and tells her they want her to make a deal with the devil. In fact, she’d rather Alaric had just let her die than ask her to do anything with or for Klaus Mikaelson. 

“I would quite literally rather die than do that, Ric,” She deadpans, givin him a completely unamused look that makes him grimace. 

“No, I know, I know,” He holds his hands up, a desperation to his pleading tone. “It’s a lot to ask of you, but no one else can deal with him like you do. They’d end up dead, or something,” 

“Why do you think I can deal with him any differently than you, or Damon, or something? I hate him just as much!” 

“Oh, well, that’s just not very nice of you, darling,” The man in question drawls, smirk audible in his voice as they look over to where he’s sitting on Alaric’s couch, looking like he practically lives there. She supposes he technically did, for a minute. “Hate is such a strong word.” 

She gives him a saccharine smile, tilting her head. “I’m so sorry, Klaus, did I hurt your feelings? I didn’t know that evil hybrids who kill anyone who breathes wrong could have feelings.” 

Klaus’s smirk only widens at her visible ire, and he props his chin up on his hand as he looks at her. “I have every feeling for you, sweetheart,” 

Her eyes momentarily widen to the size of dinner plates, and then she quickly schools her expression back into a flat glare, snapping her gaze away from him as she huffs unhappily. “You want me to deal with that all day, Alaric? By myself? I thought we were friends,” 

“We are friends,” He stresses, shooting Klaus a warning look that the Original dutifully ignores. “That’s why I’m asking you to do this. All you have to do is make the drive up to Whitmore and get the rest of Isobel’s stuff– we need to see if she has any information on the cure, or anything like that.” 

“Doesn’t Bonnie have that professor guy that was telling her a bunch of stuff? Can’t we just go to him?” 

“Damon doesn’t trust that guy,” Alaric says. “And before you ask, no, you can’t make Damon go. He and Klaus will kill each other if they’re in the same vehicle for that long.” 

“He’s right about that,” Klaus says, still happily in his place on the couch. “Damon’s got such a temper these days. Can’t even handle a joke anymore.” 

She scrunches her face up, giving him an incredulous look. “The only jokes you make are about the time you tried to kill Elena,” 

“How would we cope if we couldn’t make jokes about these sorts of things?” 

Her incredulity only deepens and she drags her gaze back to Alaric pointedly, earning an exhausted sigh from the teacher. “Klaus,” He starts, that same desperation still in his voice. “Can we all just play nice? For once we have something to be united about– could you possibly not jeopardize everyone’s lives again?” 

Klaus heaves a sigh, standing from the couch in a swift movement and crossing the short distance to where they stand. “Certainly. I’m nothing if not professional, you know this.” 

“Uh huh,” Alaric deadpans. “Can you be… professional enough to not provoke her into leaving you stranded somewhere, or something?” 

“I’m sure we can work something out,” The hybrid drops his gaze to hers, bright eyes alight with mischief. “So long as she stops pouting.” 

She huffs, dutifully not pouting. Narrowing her eyes, she offers a hand out to him, ignoring the amusement that sparks in his eyes at her formalness. “It’s for the greater good of all of us, right? I’m sure I can suffer through anything for that.” 

Klaus shakes her hand firmly, and she ignores the way it feels like he’s laughing at her. “I’m sure you can.” 

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“I take it all back, I’m going to murder him, and then myself.” 

“Hello to you, too. I take it it’s going well?” Alaric’s voice comes through the speaker of her phone as she walks beside Klaus, ignoring the crowds of college students they’re pushing their way past to head to Isobel’s old office. 

“Oh, it’s going so well, besides the fact that our vehicle just broke down as soon as we got to Whitmore.” 

She can practically hear Alaric’s wince of sympathy through the phone. “Can’t Klaus just compel you another vehicle?” 

“You would think so, but I already tried that, and he said it wouldn’t be very cooperative of him to take advantage of people. He’s apparently all for the teamwork these days,” She shoots him a glare, face twisting into one of disdain when all he does is give her a wide smirk. “Alaric, I cannot be stranded here with him. It was one thing if it was a few hours, but I cannot survive any longer than that.” 

Alaric breathes out her name on an exasperated sigh, and she tries to ignore the slight pin prick of guilt that stabs at her because of it. “Have you called a mechanic or anything?” 

She bites the tip of her tongue roughly. “Yeah. They’re coming to tow it, and they said it’ll be like, tomorrow morning at the earliest before it’s done.” 

“Can you survive the night? For real? Or do you want me to drive up there and get you?” 

She nearly blurts out that she won’t survive, that he needs to come get her as soon as he leaves work, but she stops herself, eyes drifting to Klaus, who seems to be awaiting her answer as well. Sighing tiredly, she shakes her head, even though Alaric can’t see her. “I’ll be fine, I’m just being dramatic. Don’t worry about me, alright? I– Klaus and I will handle this. It’s no big deal, I promise.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“I’m positive,” She reassures, stopping at the steps that lead to Isobel’s office building. “I’ll text you later tonight after we’ve had some time to go through some of the stuff, okay?” 

“Okay. Thank you,” He sounds infinitely less stressed at her reassurances, and the guilt she’d been feeling dissipates easily. “I’ll talk to you later.” 

She echoes the goodbye and quickly pockets her phone again, immediately turning to Klaus to give him a glare that she can’t even really call a glare because of the complete and utter lack of any real heat behind it. Gesturing widely to the building before them, she sighs. “Let’s get this over with.” 

The office is devoid of any lingering students, and she wonders if it was done on purpose. The only person there besides her and Klaus is the girl at the desk, and she racks her brain for the girl’s name, because Alaric had told her earlier before they left. 

“Hi,” She starts, stepping in front of Klaus slightly as they approach the desk. “Alaric called earlier and said we’d be coming up to get some of Isobel’s research, I think?” 

The girl stands, a small smile on her face as she nods. “Of course. I’m Vanessa, I was Isobel’s intern.” 

Vanessa, she internally scolds herself for not remembering, before giving her name back in return. “And this is Klaus.” 

The Original offered a charming smile, and she saw some degree of recognition flutter in Vanessa’s eyes as her smile grew wider, equally charmed and awed. “Lovely to meet you, Vanessa,” 

“You’re Klaus Mikaelson, aren’t you?” She breathes out, shaking her head in disbelief as she leads them to Isobel’s private office. “Isobel was fascinated  with the story of the Originals, but there wasn’t ever enough information to figure out what was true and what wasn’t.” 

Klaus hums, practically preening under the attention. “Such are the consequences of living as long as I have. I can hardly remember what’s real and what’s not,” 

Vanessa’s face lights up with an idea, and she steps towards Klaus excitedly. “Would you mind if I asked you some questions? It would do our research a lot of good to have something new,” 

“Oh, well–” 

“We have a lot to do,” She quickly cuts in over their voices, offering a sharp smile to Vanessa. “But if we have time later, I’m sure he’d love to give you a tell-all interview.” 

Vanessa’s smile dims slightly but she nods, gesturing for them to go into the open office. “It’s all in there. Let me know if you need my help with anything.” 

“We will definitely do that,” She says, ignoring the twitch in her fingers as pushes Klaus into the office ahead of her. “Thank you so much!” 

She shuts the door firmly behind her and lets out a sharp sigh, her eyes fluttering open where she hadn’t even realized they’d shut. She finds Klaus staring at her, and immediately looks away, ducking past him to head for one of the packed boxes in the office, collecting dust. “What?” 

Klaus makes an amused little hum in the back of his throat. “Oh, nothing,”

“There’s clearly something,” 

“There is, but I don’t think you’d enjoy hearing it from me,” 

She halts her movements, hands falling limp on the file folders sorted neatly inside one box. Turning to look at him over her shoulder, she raises a brow. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m curious as to what Vanessa did to earn your disdain,” He says, shrugging lightly, keeping his voice purposefully aloof. 

She rolls her eyes, returning to pilfering through the box, skimming the labels on the file. “She was distracting you. We came here to do something, and we need to do it. That’s all.” 

He makes that irritating noise again, and she pauses once more, this time turning to face him fully. “What? What is so funny about that? Might I remind you, we need to learn about this cure for you just as much as anyone else.” 

He smirks, picking up a box from the floor and putting it on the table in front of him. “Of course. But only if you admit you were jealous,”

She feels the blood in her veins freeze as she stares at him, and she knows there’s a dawning look of horror growing on her face. “Excuse me?” 

“Just admit that you were jealous of that poor girl in there, and I will do as much research as you want me to. It’s very simple.” 

“Jealous,” She echoes, her voice faint the longer she looks at him. “You think that I was jealous because some college kid was treating you like you were the lead singer in her favorite boy band?” 

“Maybe not her favorite boy band, but certainly her favorite Original,” He corrects, grinning deviously. 

“I wasn’t jealous!” She yells somewhat hysterically, face twisting as her pulse races. “I– I have no reason to be jealous, I would never be jealous, I’m not– I’m not jealous! Just– shut up!” 

She waves a hand in his direction, ignoring the warmth in her chest that stings like embarrassment. “Just– shut up, and– and leave me alone! Do what we came here to do,” 

Klaus holds his hands up in surrender, still smiling like the cat that got the cream. “Whatever you say,” 

────── 

They’ve booked a hotel for the night, despite the fact that she’d sooner sleep on the street than stay in a hotel with Klaus Mikaelson. But he graciously offered to pay for it, and she was determined to pretend like their conversation earlier had never happened and that meant acting like absolutely nothing was wrong. 

It meant letting him order them room service, and sitting quietly while they ate. It meant letting him tease and taunt her like he normally did, and working overtime to give him the normal reactions she would have– a glare here and there, a not-so-nice name everywhere else. 

Except now it felt like it was all wrong. It felt like she was being even more obvious than before. All because he called her out. Because he was right. 

Just out of sheer principle, she couldn’t ever tell him that. The last thing he needed was that particular ego boost, from her of all people. 

Their relationship has always been antagonistic, but Klaus has never been nearly as harsh as she has. And now that she’s spent the last six hours thinking about every single interaction they’ve ever had, she feels somewhat stupid for not even letting herself contemplate the idea that she could one day be jealous over Klaus Mikaelson. 

But even in that same vein, she understands why it never crossed her mind until he pointed it out. It was non-negotiable, having any sort of relationship like that with Klaus. She’d been friends with Alaric since he first met Isobel, she couldn’t just go and sleep with the guy who killed his girlfriend, let alone have feelings for him. 

The thought alone made her stomach swirl with guilt, but she was determined to not let Klaus in on any of her inner turmoil, considering he’d get some insane satisfaction out of the fact that it’s all his fault. 

By the time they make their way to the private bedroom in the ridiculously grand hotel room Klaus had gotten them for the night, it doesn’t really register in her mind that they not only don’t have any sort of pajamas due to the fact that this wasn’t supposed to be an overnight trip, but the only bedroom in the suite has one bed. 

It doesn’t register in her mind until she’s already in bed, resigned to the fact that she’ll be sleeping in her t-shirt and underwear, and Klaus makes his way over to the bed like it’s no big deal. 

“Hey, hey, what the hell are you doing?” 

He raises a brow at her, gesturing to the bed. “Going to bed. We’ve got an early morning ahead of us if you have any chance of making it back to Mystic Falls alive.” 

She rolls her eyes at his taunting recollection of her complaints, and she holds up a hand, keeping the blankets tucked carefully around her hips as she sits up. “Why wouldn’t you get a room with two beds?” 

“Because it’s one night, darling,” He drawls, signature smirk twitching on his lips. “But if you have some particular feeling that would make sharing a bed with me uncomfortable, then I–”

“No!” She cuts him off, feeling like she was just backed into a corner. “No issue. Just– keep your hands to yourself.” 

He winks at her, and she ignores the way it makes her heart race. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” 

She shuffles back down into the bed and turns onto her side away from him, suddenly too conscious of the fact that she doesn’t have any pants on, and that if someone had told her this morning she’d be pantsless, in bed with Klaus Mikaelson, she probably would’ve punched them and then spent the rest of her life dreaming about it. 

It’s only slightly humiliating. 

Once Klaus is settled in the bed, presumably undressed to the same degree she is if the shuffling she’d heard a minute ago was anything to go by, he turns the lamp off, encasing them in darkness. 

After too long, her hip starts to ache the longer she lays on her side, and she knows there’s no chance she’ll fall asleep with it throbbing like it is, so she resigns herself to the fact that she’s going to have to move. 

Careful of her spacial awareness, she turns onto her back, and then onto her other side, unable to stop her eyes from landing on the shadows of Klaus’s profile. 

She lets out a small breath, shakier than normal, and clutches her hand against the pillow beneath her head. 

“You’re staring,” 

She groans quietly. “I am not,” 

“You know, I don’t know if I should be honored or not that you don’t act like this with anyone else.” 

She squeezes the pillow again, brows furrowing on her forehead. Her curiosity piqued, despite her best interests. “What do you mean?” 

“Well, you’re horrifically antagonistic on a good day, and downright murderous on a bad one. But you don’t ever lose your temper with anyone else like you do with me,” He observes, voice unintentionally quiet in the privacy of the darkness. If she didn’t know any better, she’d even say it was laced with fondness. 

Pressing her face into her pillow briefly to try and collect herself, she lets her eyes trace the curve of his nose, and his prominent cupid’s bow, backlit by the moon shining in the window. She wonders what he looks like beneath a full moon. She wonders if his eyes shine that burning yellow-gold color the entire night. 

“You do it on purpose,” She mutters, trying to keep her tone from sounding as childish as it does in her head. “I’m not stupid, Klaus. You like riling me up.” 

She hears more than sees his head turn towards her, but she feels the burn of his eyes on her face like the summer sun. 

“Did you ever consider that I just like when you talk to me?” He asks, sounding entirely more vulnerable than she ever thought he was capable of being. 

Her breath stutters on an exhale, and she knows he can hear the way his words make her entire body trip up. Despite being unable to truly meet his eyes in the dark, she searches for them anyway, seeking out the truth that may lie in them. 

He murmurs her name, soft and sweet between the sheets wrapped around them, and she can’t stop herself from pushing forward into his space, draping herself across his chest as she presses their lips together. 

She’s instantly satisfied to hear the shocked noise that spills from his lips, but it’s the last coherent thought she can form once he mirrors her utter desperation. 

He steals the breath from her lungs, barely letting her gasp between his greedy kisses, his hands pulling her further into him, leaving her practically on top of him. 

His hands slide up the fabric of her shirt, grabbing at the bare skin there, groaning at the feel of her moving beneath his touch. 

“Klaus,” She gasps out, panting at the spit-slick sounds of their lips together in the quiet of the hotel room. “Klaus, I have to–” 

She forcibly pulls herself away from him, unable to even blame him for the way she let herself get so caught up as she catches her breath, looking down from where she’s propped above him. 

They fall silent, matching each other’s frantic but slowing breaths as their spilled-over tension finally seems to simmer out. 

A huff of a laugh comes from beneath her and she frowns slightly, looking at him. “What?” 

His hands clench where they’re still gripping her waist, and she visibly shivers at the rough touch. “You were jealous, weren’t you?” 

She instinctively slaps a hand against his bare shoulder, wondering how she hadn’t noticed he’d taken his shirt off when he got into bed. “You are such a dick,” She shakes her head, but she’s already leaning back in to kiss him again despite herself. 

Klaus is quick to meet her halfway, craning his neck up to kiss her again, and she lets out a sudden yelp as he flips them around, pressing her into the mattress beneath him. “Let me make it up to you,” 

She’s nodding before he even finishes speaking, and she thinks, tells herself, that she can’t be faulted for how quickly she forgives him after that.