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justlostinautumn · 1 month

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Request: Klaus NSFW Alphabet

I hope that this is everything that you wanted @catmikaelson20. I am so sorry that it took so long... I really have no excuse other than I wasn't in the right state of mind. But, I am getting better!

A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex?)

Klaus will shower or take a bath with her, allowing them to unwind together… it does sometimes lead to sex. Klaus loves unwinding in the bath with Y/N, he loves being able to run his hands over her feeling her relax against him. But, he is often inspired after sex and so after laying with Y/N, curled up with her watching her as she falls asleep. He would trace her sides feeling her soft skin allowing himself to absorb all the inspiration for his art. His favourite is when she is laying on her stomach and he can run his fingers down her spine. He would slip out of bed and set up a canvas at the end of the bed looking at her and begins to paint her curves in the moonlight often losing himself in his work. Sometimes Y/N would wake up missing his presence next to her and slips out of bed, wrapping her arms around him and snuggling her face into his back making him feel complete knowing that she sought him out.

B = Body Part (Their fav body part of theirs and yours)

Klaus loves her ass, waist, and thighs. He loves holding onto her waist and pulling her against him, he loves holding her waist when they’re having sex. He loves gripping her tight and seeing his marks on her skin knowing that he left them. He also loves feeling her ass against him whether it’s snuggled in bed or she is teasing him by leaning into him. One of his favourite things to do is spank Y/N’s ass whenever it’s in reach and she often scolds him when he finds it amusing - but, Y/N loves it even if she scolds him about it. Her loves having her thighs wrapped around his head, but he also likes having his hand resting on her thigh while he’s reading or just relaxing. He often finds himself massaging her thigh it comforts him as it reminds him that she is there with him. Y/N loves feeling his hand on her thigh especially when he squeezes it.

Y/N loves his eyes, lips/mouth, and hands. She loves how big his hands feel on her, loves the feeling of him gripping her hips and thighs. The sharp sting of him spanking her ass. Y/N often finds herself lost when looking or thinking about his eyes. It amuses Klaus greatly, but she doesn’t care if it's his blue eyes or his golden hybrid eyes. When he shows his other side she can’t help but sit on his lap and trace the veins. One thing Y/N can’t resist is his mouth and lips. Whether it’s a soft kiss on her lips, or playful nips at her neck, breasts, and thighs. The thought of his lips on her body sends thrills down her spine. During heavy make-out sessions, she often finds herself nibbling on his lip. Sometimes, Klaus will catch Y/N staring at his mouth lost in thought, and know that what is on her mind would make even the devil blush.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

Klaus finds a lot of pleasure in watching and making Y/N cum. He loves the feeling of her cumming with him inside her, feeling her tightening around him knowing that only he can make her feel that level of pleasure. He loves going down on Y/N and feeling the tightening of her thighs around his head, he would die happily between her thighs. Klaus loves cumming on Y/N marking her as his, but the one thing he loves most is cumming in her mouth. He loves watching her swallow and even asks her to open her mouth to see if she’s swallowed it all, it sends a thrill down his spine. But, he also loves cumming in her… loves knowing he’s filled her, claiming her as his. But, truth be told Y/N is no better she adores him cumming all over her, and in her, she loves being marked and claimed by him.

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

It is no secret that Klaus is possessive over Y/N. But, what few realise is that Klaus likes to make sure that his brothers hear him, especially Elijah. Y/N is his and his alone and he isn’t willing to share her with anyone, he also knows that Elijah had been looking at Y/N in a way that only he was allowed to and he wasn’t having it. Y/N wasn’t stupid, but she knew that it was something that Klaus needed. But, Y/N is as bad if not worse than Klaus when it comes to possessiveness. Only Klaus knows this. Certain people will trigger it with Y/N. People like Caroline, Hayley, and the Petrova Doppelgängers. Klaus finds it a turn-on when she threatens him with what she will do to them if they try anything. With his possessiveness, Klaus can barely keep his hands to himself when she is near and always making sure he’s marked her making sure everyone knows she belong to him. He doesn’t care who is in the room and who sees it, whereas Y/N is possessive she often says to Klaus: ‘I don’t have to be loud about it, just better.’ This has been shown multiple times when she has put people like Hayley and Caroline in their places when they’ve tried to step to Klaus.

Klaus adores and thrives on Y/N’s defiance. He loves watching her walk away after they have a fight only to chase her to remind her that she is his as much as he is hers. He loves her feisty and dominant personality and that she doesn’t just let him have his way with her that there is a fight to keep her… that he has to earn her and he finds it so much more satisfying. Because even though Klaus thrives on controlling pretty much everything he enjoys her wildness and unpredictability that she can take control and allow him that peace for him not to have the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Y/N loves seeing Klaus covered in blood there is something she can’t deny about seeing him in his element and it seems to drive her wild. Klaus adores that she loves him for all he is. Normally, it would lead them to rough and passionate sex.

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

Klaus has been alive for a thousand years, with lots of experience. Y/N has had some experience, but Klaus has taught her a lot… Things that she didn’t even know she’d like.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Doggy style is one of Klaus’ favourite positions, he can grip all his favourite parts of Y/N’s body and has the perfect view of Y/N’s ass. It allows him free reign to squeeze and spank her ass. He also loved to pull her up against his chest and massaging her breasts while taking her. He enjoys doing this with her in front of a mirror making her watch as he takes her. Holding her against the wall whether it was facing him or with her face against the wall. Especially when he knows someone is on the other side knowing that he is marking her as his. Any chance to hold her against him intimately Klaus would take it.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

It is normally serious when it comes to Y/N and their mutual pleasure. There aren’t many goofy moments but when there are it is memorable, one of those moments was when they were drunk and on a romantic getaway and it was filled with laughter and pleasure.

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

Klaus loves to have Y/N fully groomed, he loves feeling her smooth skin under his hands, but she also loves the feel him against her skin. Klaus is equally as well groomed, Klaus likes looking his best for Y/N. He’s clean, and trimmed up… Klaus has never been one to skip on personal hygiene.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Y/N is the only one who gets to see his romantic and intimate side. This is because you are one of the few people that he truly lets all his walls down around. That doesn’t mean that it is always intimate and romantic, sometimes it is just pure carnal instincts. This can be things like quickies in his office or moments of jealousy and Klaus needs to make sure she and everyone else knows that Y/N is his and no one else’s. Sometimes on rough days they sometimes just need to let it out, it’s not romantic but it is passionate. Some of their most intimate moments had been after either Klaus or Y/N had almost died or been severely injured… it is in those moments that they both want to hold the other close, Klaus likes to bury his face in Y/N’s neck just to assure himself that she is there with him, but also he’s there. Y/N finds herself both clawing at his back but also with her hands in his hair. Y/N finds herself needing to kiss him, to have his lips against hers. The kiss was slow and passionate, feeling his breath against hers as they slowly and passionately make love to one another.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation Headcanon)

This doesn’t happen too often. The only times this really happen is when Klaus and Y/N fight and she won’t let him touch her, but that doesn’t happen too often… but, the issue is that it never fully satisfies him and Y/N knows this. Because of this Klaus never lets fights last long, because there is nothing better than his Y/N. She takes pleasure in that. But, also sometimes has to travel and if Y/N can’t come with him, she’ll send him pictures and videos to tease him until he snaps and ends up coming back to her. This normally results in explosive sex.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Klaus has a breeding kink. There is something about the thought of her carrying his child that makes him literally drool. Seeing Y/N with Hope leaves him hard knowing that he wants that with her… he needs that with her. As soon as they are in their room or alone, he’s thrusting into her roughly telling her he’s going to fill her up and get her pregnant. That he’s going to mark her so that everyone knows that she is his and no one is going to able to have her the way he does. Even if they don’t know if it is possible for it to happen a second time, they don’t care. Y/N loves the feeling of Klaus cumming in her while he is fucking her, the first time she asked him to cum inside her he almost lost it. She was begging him to mark her inside and out, it turned him almost feral and since then he can’t get enough of it. Klaus also loves it when Y/N calls him Daddy or my King while he’s fucking her. Y/N often calls him my King in their everyday life, but in moments of passion, there is something about it. But, as soon as she starts moaning and whining for Daddy he’s a goner, he’s wrapped around her finger!

They both love it rough with choking, and spanking being tied up. Y/N loves when Klaus leaves bruises on Y/N’s waist and hips from where he’s gripped her tightly. But, with Klaus being all about her ass, they both love when he does butt stuff to her… she loves experimenting with Klaus doing whatever they feel like.

They both love the thrill of almost getting caught in public. Klaus loves when people who have shown an interest, attraction, or fondness to his girl (this includes people like Tyler, Damon, Stefan, and Elijah) hear or catch a glimpse of them together in the heat of the moment. It makes him a little rougher with her to show them that she is his and will always belong to him no matter what they try to do and she loves it. She can feel his possessiveness and she loves it, it reminds her that he wants her as much as she wants him.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Loves fucking in their bed, but also his study on his desk or in his office chair. But, Klaus is more than happy to fuck Y/N anywhere and at any time. Especially when someone threatens his claim on her, he would never allow anyone too close or allow them to believe that they could have a chance with what is his.

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

Klaus can’t help but get turned on when she defends him and yells at someone, even his family when they are causing problems. This is because no matter how long she has been doing it he is still not used to people sticking up for him and knowing that Y/N does it willingly turns him on in ways he can’t begin to explain.

Klaus loves it when Y/N wears special outfits for him, this includes lingerie, themed outfits, but also date night outfits. But, what he loves most is when she wears his clothes, it seemed to stroke his possessive side. Another thing that Klaus loves is the chase, he loves that Y/N makes him work for it.

Y/N loves taunting Klaus and as much as Klaus will deny it he does. This is because even though he knows that Y/N will never cheat on him, he loves to remind her that she is his and his alone no matter who else may come along. He knows she’s flirting with others to get a rise from him & he loves it because it allows him to be rougher with her as punishment that they both love.

It is a big turn-on for Y/N when Klaus is possessive, but also she enjoys his violent side especially when he is protecting her. She knows it is in his nature to be violent and something about seeing him revel in his nature turns her on.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turns offs)

No threesomes, both of them are very possessive of each other and the thought of sharing does not appeal to either of them. Hitting is another big no, no. For Klaus it is triggering, he doesn’t mind spanking her ass or thighs but nothing else. Knives are another big no, no. It’s not so much the blood, because neither of them mind blood sharing and biting. It’s just the thought of causing harm to the other.

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

Klaus enjoys going down on Y/N, he is highly skilled and loves to see how many times he can make her cum until she begs him to stop. He loves watching her wither under his control, Y/N is a strong-willed individual and to have her begging for his mercy is something else.

Klaus loves receiving. The feeling of her tongue on him has him losing his mind. He is truly done for when Y/N goes down, she has so much power over him by just using her mouth… he could never admit it to anyone. He is a very stressed and high-strung guy and so Y/N doesn’t mind helping him let off steam or help relax. Y/N could ask for anything after giving him a blow job and he would be more than happy to give it to her.

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

They both enjoy it rough and fast most of the time… especially when Klaus is jealous and wants to remind Y/N who she belongs to! However, when feeling overwhelmed or emotional it can be slow and sensual… this happens sometimes when Y/N gets hurt or Klaus is scared of losing her. When they do make love it is a tender and slow affair, it is usually in highly intense and emotional moments. Klaus likes to make it all about Y/N taking his time to show her how much he loves and is devoted to her.

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

Both Klaus and Y/N have difficulty keeping their hands to themselves for long periods of time, so they often find themselves having quickies anytime, anywhere, they only need to say the word.

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

Klaus isn’t afraid to take risks. Both of you are more than happy to experiment and take risks. Both enjoy the thrill of almost getting caught and if they do? Klaus doesn’t necessarily like people seeing what is his in that vulnerable state, but there is something dark and possessive deep in him that like showing people that only he can make Y/N feel like this and no one else can. Both Y/N and Klaus are willing to do anything and everything at least once to see if they like it.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Klaus can go multiple rounds with him being a Hybrid and over a thousand years old. Y/N can go for multiple, Klaus likes to see how many rounds he can get out of her in one night.

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

They both have a wide range of toys that they use in their experimentations and role-plays. They don’t always use them. Klaus doesn’t actually need the toys to get Y/N off and more often than not she prefers when they don’t use them unless she is in the mood for something else. However, Y/N does have a vibrator that she often refers to as her ‘Little Nik’, she only uses it when Klaus is unavailable and she is desperately in need of him. But, she likes to use it most where she knows he will see her so that he can catch her and then pin her down and fucks her like she needs.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease?)

Both Y/N and Klaus like to tease one another endlessly. Klaus likes to run his hand up and down the inside of her thigh slowly, each time getting higher and higher. He does this at the table or discreetly when they are around others. He likes watching her squirm knowing that he is causing it. But, no one can tease like Y/N can. She lives to push Klaus’ buttons and he knows it, yet no matter how many times he will always fall for it. Y/N likes to bite her lip while he is speaking to her, whispering all the naughty things she wants him to do in his ear, speaking in double entendres… but, sometimes it is the playful flirting with others in the room, she doesn’t do it often only when he’s really pissed her off. Klaus often gives her a smoldering look that says ‘you’re in for it tonight.’ which sends a thrill through her.

V = Volume (How loud they are? What sounds they make? Etc.)

He’s not super loud. But, he will grunt and groan, and he’ll say Y/N’s name when he cums, but anything he truly has to say is whispered in Y/N’s ear as it is only meant for her to hear. He loves making Y/N scream his name, hearing her moan for him is her favourite thing, nothing can encourage him more than the noises that Y/N makes… it sets off something primal in him.

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

They both love when Klaus bites and feeds off Y/N during sex. The bite doesn’t have to cause damage, it could be him just nipping at her neck with his fangs or even the inside of her thighs just before he eats her out. But, Klaus loves it most when they blood share during sex… after all there is nothing more intimate than blood sharing.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those clothes)

Klaus is cocky and he definitely has the package to back it up! He knows that he is well endowed, but the best thing is that he knows how to use it! He is bigger than average and is definitely thicker.

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

Both Y/N and Klaus have fairly high sex drives. Klaus’s is higher than normal though he doesn’t let on just how high it is. He usually has it under control, but when he snaps and can’t take wanting Y/N any longer he will take her away somewhere secluded so that he can fuck her as much as he wants… this usually happens after Y/N has been relentlessly teasing Klaus for days on end.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Klaus doesn’t always fall asleep right after, but he will lay in bed until Y/N is in deep sleep. He often finds inspiration after sex and so he will paint or draw and it is usually Y/N. If he doesn’t feel like drawing or painting, he enjoys watching Y/N sleep and memorising her features or reminiscing moments they have together. But, more often than not they both end up curled up together falling asleep tangled together… after all he always sleeps better with her in his arms.

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lis-likes-fics · 6 months

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Pairings: Klaus Mikaelson x werewolf!Reader Word Count: 2.3k words Kink: Biting/Marking Warnings: NSFW, biting, claiming, fingering, oral (f!receiving), p in v, unprotected sex... A/N: Yeah, I'm so tired of writing smut rn but fuck it, we ball. we are halfway through (should be more than halfway but shhh) and we will persevere. Thanks for your patience and enjoy!

Your back slammed into the wall as Klaus' strong hands grasped your hips. His lips smacked against yours. You sighed against him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and weaving your fingers into his hair.

He took your lip between his teeth and bit down, kissing you again. Hungry lips moved to devour one another, tongues clashed and fought as the tension in the air turned to heavy heat. Your breath was loud, gasps and sighs escaping you at his touch.

His kiss was heaven, and your head spun as you tasted him. His hands moved to your sides, gripping you to bring you closer to him, even if your bodies were already pressed together so closely. You hummed when his lips pressed to your throat. His teeth darted out to nibble at your skin, red marks arising as he leaned your head back to continue his conquests.

"Klaus," you mumbled, your eyes fluttering shut and your mouth parting.

"You taste absolutely delicious, little pup," he smirked, his teeth clasping around your shoulder in a rather large almost-bite.

You moaned when his large hand came up to cup your breast and grasped, sending beautiful sensations straight to your core as another muffled moan slipped from your throat where he bit and sucked and lapped at your skin.

You were already high off his pleasure. Your body felt so alive.

“Fuck,” you gasped as his teeth brushed that special spot on your neck. You were like putty in his hands as he pressed into you harder, just to keep you from slipping down against the wall as you melted against him. He held you tighter, his grip bruising, and bared as if he was going to take a bite out of you.

You gasped when he took hold of your shirt and ripped it from your body with a foul tear. When you went to moan his name again, he silenced you with his lips, biting down on yours again but fore finding your neck and your shoulder and down to the skin of your breasts peeking out of your bra.

His hunger for you was endless as he continued to suck and bite, pulling blood underneath the surface of your skin and creating mark after mark in his quest to claim you.

And he didn't stop there. His mouth traveled further until he was breaching your jeans, working at them as he lavished teeth and tongue at your belly.

Just looking down at him now, you could see how many marks were beginning to form all over you. He was marking his territory, staking his claim like a painter to a finished work of art.

He pulled your jeans down your legs, but he skips straight to your thighs with the intention of marking you up there as well. It takes everything you have to stay standing, to avoid melting in his hold as his hands keep you still by your hips and his lips lavish your skin.

He continued the graze of his teeth until your panties were being slipped down your legs. You were bare, the bottom half of your body entirely naked for him to gaze upon and admire. You held onto his shoulders as he grasped your waist, licking your lips while you took his shirt in your hands and pulled it off of him to expose the expanse of his chest. He was strong and lean, and it showed.

You felt his fingers first, his middle finger brushing through your folds all of the sudden to collect your wetness on his digits with a groan. “I haven’t even touched you, and you’re dripping,” Klaus smiled. “Is this all for me, little pup?”

You let out a breathy moan as you nodded. “Yeah. All for you.” He smirked proudly at you, his grin crooked and his eyes dark with lust. His middle finger buried itself inside of you, sinking in all the way as he curled it against that spongy spot within you. A moan slipped past your lips, too loud and too exposing as your hips moved with the curl of his finger.

He coaxed you with his finger a while longer before pulling it out of you, listening interestedly to your disappointed sigh. You watched as he stuck his finger soaked in your arousal between his lips and sucked. You bit your lip.

He hummed, “Absolutely divine.” And then he went in for a better taste.

Klaus leaned forward and your lips parted so delicately when his tongue darted out to lick you. Your breath hitched, halting in your throat as his hot tongue delved between your folds. Like fire coursing through your veins, the warmth consumed you. You melted into him and your hips jerked, seeking his mouth.

His lips wrapped around your pussy, tasting you with an intoxicated moan. When he sucked on your clit, your breath trembled and a whimper managed to weave its way through your vocal chords. His talented tongue glided through your folds, plunging inside of you. He was addicted to your taste as he hummed against you.

He separated from you for a moment to look at you, replacing his tongue with two thick fingers as he stuffed you with them, curling and pumping and spreading them inside you. His lips were swollen from being kissed and bitten, wet with spit and arousal. He stared at you with dark, primal eyes.

“Do you like that, pet?” You mewled. “I know you do. I can hear it in your pretty little moans, I can feel it in the way you squeeze around my fingers…”

“It feels so good,” you sighed, nodding and allowing your hips to seek him out.

He buried his face between your legs again, pulling a leg over his shoulder as he did. His tongue flicked at your clit and drove you insane, worse when he sucked in it. It was not long before you were begging him to let you come, and he didn't deny you. He wanted to taste all of you, conquer all of you.

"Come, darling. Let go for me. Let me taste you,” he urged, curling his fingers and rubbing at your clit with his thumb. Your body shuddered as you clenched tightly around his fingers, a moan slipping from your lips as you gasped. His hot tongue lapped against you, dipping inside of you to collect everything you gave to him. He grasped your thigh to keep you still as he kept you spread for him, loving every moment of being on his knees for you and watching you come undone.

“Good girl,” he praised. “Look at you. So beautiful.”

You carded your fingers through his hair as you came down, taking a breath and smiling. “Not so bad yourself, handsome.” He raised a playful brow at you, taking hold of you as he hoisted your other leg onto his other shoulder and stood. He carried you on his shoulders like you weighed nothing, and you held onto him as you laughed, hoping he wouldn’t drop you on the way to the bed.

Klaus dropped you onto the bed, smiling down at you as he climbed over the bed and over your body and kissed you, bending down to devour your lips and add a few more bite marks and hickeys to your flesh (as if you hadn’t already received enough of them).

When you heard the sound of his belt buckle clinking, you shuddered against him and tightened your legs around his waist. He took your lip between his teeth and tried not to bite too hard before he unfastened your legs around him and turned you over onto your belly. You moaned at the idea, readjusting yourself to stand on your hands and knees as he grabbed your ass and kneaded the flesh in his hand.

He kissed your shoulder, humming to himself at the new territory he had yet to make his mark on. “I’m going to fill you now, my little pup. I’ll have you trembling before long.”

You already were as a shudder ran down your spine. “Please do.”

He smiled to himself, taking himself from his pants as he pulled down down and off his legs. You could feel his hot length pressing against your fold, sighing at the feeling as he took himself in his hand and pumped his cock twice.

When he entered you, you gasped. Your mouth fell open and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as his cock made you feel nice and full as he pushed in inch by delicious inch. “Be a good pet and moan for me,” he groaned. You clenched around his cock and felt a moan slip from your lips.

His cock slid in and out of you in long, slow strokes as he filled you to the brim. You bit down on your bottom lip, your eyes closing as you breathed a heavy sigh. As you continued to tighten around him, he grasped your waist tighter and tighter, pushing himself deep inside of you as he slowly lost a grip on his measured thrusts. A groan rumbled in his chest as he sighed. He was hardly slow or gentle as he rocked in and out of your squeezing cunt. He was paced, although his rough thrusts were not as forgiving anymore, and they left you pleading for more. You threw your head back as a stifled moan caught in your throat.

“Fuck, Klaus,” you huffed.

Rather than respond, he just bent down to press his chest to your back as his lips and teeth continued their conquest. His teeth were not as dull as he became more and more consumed by pleasure. The dull cut of his fangs grazed the skin of your back.

The pleasure echoed off your bones just as your sounds echoed off the walls of the bedroom. Your open mouth was unrestrained with noise of lust and passion. The arousal was leaking down your flesh, painting the insides of your thighs like a canvas, offering a generous lather of paint to the space. His cock spearing into you made the dirtiest sounds—skin on skin, wet against wet.

You fist the sheets as he fucked you. One of his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly as he pulled you back to meet his thrusts. Your legs were a trembling mess, your arms were slowly dwindling in the strength they needed to hold you up. You lost track of your moans, you could hardly hear yourself begging Klaus to keep going.

"More," you begged, despite the loss of breath in your lungs, despite the haze of your mind. You chased the pleasure, pleading for it to swallow you whole as you took all that he gave you. "Please, more." He cursed under his breath.

He braced one hand next to your head as you reached out to grab it. His breath was loud in your ear, full of broken moans disguised as heavy grunts.

"I like you begging," he purred in your ear.

You clenched around him, whimpering at the feeling of his cock keeping you full as his hips thrust into you. "Please let me cum, Klaus," you moaned. "I need it, feels so good. Please."

He hummed deeply, satisfied with your pleas as he smiled. "Very well, then," he said, his thrusts becoming a little rougher and his hands gripping you a little tighter. You nearly cried out when his finger found your clit, pressing down and rubbing rhythmically as he worked to push you over the edge.

You were getting so close, addicted to the passionate rock of his cock inside you. Your pussy fluttered as you grew nearer and nearer to your release. You could tell he was close too, with the way his breaths become moans, the way his thrusts become a little bit more erratic.

“Klaus,” you gasped. “Klaus, please. Gonna cum!”

He kept going, his breath fast and deep. "Cum for me, love." His thumb moved quicker, and the sparks went wild in your belly. You moaned deeply as you squeezed around his cock, your breath stuck in your throat for a moment as your orgasm washed over you.

He gripped you tighter by the hips, moaning at the feeling of your pussy fluttering around him as you clenched his cock in a snug fit inside you. He cursed under his breath, burying his head in the crook of your neck. You felt his sharp fangs graze your skin, teasing your flesh for a moment as he kept rocking into you. With a few rough thrusts of his hips, he buried his cock as far inside of you as he could go as he came.

Your vision blurred and you gasped when his teeth sunk into your skin, piercing your flesh and burning in your veins like a fierce ecstasy. He groaned roughly as he spilled inside of you, rutting his hips a couple more times as he rode out his high.

He pulled away from you, kissing the bite mark Imprinted into your skin as he claimed you with much more than a simple love bite. He sighed deeply, a pleased hum slipping past his lips before he pulled out of you.

You sat back on your knees as you caught your breath, bringing your hand to your shoulder where he'd buried his teeth. "Did you claim me?" you asked, looking up at him in surprise.

He disappeared one moment and reappeared in the next, a damp cloth in his hand as he rounded you once more. He wrapped an arm around you from behind and kissed your neck again, licking the skin and taking it between his teeth once more.

"You're mine," he whispered.

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A/N: Dude, kinktober!!!! Sound the alarms. I'm only doing 15 days of Kinktober, we're already a week into the month. Look out for my first story posted and first day of Kinktober, Oct. 16. Below is my masterlist. Enjoy 🧡🎃 (let me know if you guys have any requests or ideas I could use for Kinktober)

ꨄ︎ Oct. 16: Hair Pulling ➺ Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

ꨄ︎ Oct. 17: Cockwarming ➺ Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

ꨄ︎ Oct. 18: Begging ➺ Niklaus Mikaelson x Fem!Reader

ꨄ︎ Oct. 19: Mommy Kink ➺ Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

ꨄ︎ Oct. 20: Threesome ➺ Ghostface!Eddie Munson & Ghostface!Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

ꨄ︎ Oct. 21: Praise ➺ Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

ꨄ︎ Oct. 22: First Time ➺ Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

ꨄ︎ Oct. 23: Overstimulation ➺ Stefan Salvatore x Fem!Reader

ꨄ︎ Oct. 24: Daddy Kink ➺ Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

ꨄ︎ Oct. 25: Choking ➺ Kai Parker x Fem!Reader

ꨄ︎ Oct. 26: Pegging ➺ Percy Dolarhyde x Fem!Reader

ꨄ︎ Oct. 27: Breeding ➺ Elijah Mikaelson x Fem!Reader

ꨄ︎ Oct. 28: Exhibitionist ➺ Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

ꨄ︎ Oct. 29: Rough Sex ➺ Damon Salvatore x Fem!Reader

ꨄ︎ Oct. 30: Size Kink ➺ Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

mdni divider cred: @cafekitsune

#ethan landry x fem!reader #sam winchester x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #niklaus mikaelson x reader #dean winchester x reader #spencer reid x reader #stefan salvatore x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #kai parker x reader #percy dolarhyde x reader #elijah mikaelson x reader #damon salvatore x reader #kinktober

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Mikaelson Ball (Klaus)

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Fem!Reader

Summary: You attend the Mikaelson Ball, but not with who you expected.

Warnings: Angst (You Know I Have To Slip It In There), Fluffy Ending, Typical Mischievous Kol, Slight Caroline Slander, Klaus Being Idiotic. Let Me Know If I Forgot Something

Word Count: 3.4k (My longest one yet!)

A/N: Hey guys! This has been sitting in my drafts for a while now and I thought it was about time I shared it with you all. Obviously, this was inspired by the iconic Mikaelson Ball episode, Dangerous Liaisons, and I had a lot of fun writing this one shot. As always, thank you all so much for reading! I truly appreciate it and I hope you all enjoy! Feel free leave a comment or submit a travel request. Have a wonderful day!

Masterlist | TVDU Masterlist

Despondently, you stand on the balcony of the Mikaelson residence, looking out at the lightly illuminated forest before you. Morosely sipping on the champagne in your hand, you wonder how you had gotten to feel so foolish this evening. Had you read too much into the flirtatious rapport you and Klaus maintained?

When he invited you to his family’s ball, you thought it was his way of finally asking you on a date after months spent charming you, but you are beginning to see that was an erroneous assumption. The Mikaelson had not spared one glance at you all evening, instead devoting all of his attention to a young blonde you now have an unfair disdain for.

While there is clearly a significant class distinction between you and his family, was it preposterous to assume that the continual late-night visits and luxurious gifts he bestowed you with symbolized more than the bonding between friends? Perhaps it truly is just custom to the upper echelon. Finishing off your glass, you contemplate if you should just go home early and save yourself from any further embarrassment.

“Not much of a party person are you, darling?”

You spin around, startled by the sudden intrusion– hand clutching at your chest, willing your frantically beating heart to calm. “You scared me,” you announce to the interloper, relief filling you as you take in the sight of a handsome brunet– his dark eyes alight with mischief. The corners of his lips lift into a wicked grin, sending a rush of excitement to your abdomen. “My apologies,” he states, kissing the knuckles of your hand, “I don’t believe we’ve met. Kol Mikaelson.”

Your eyes widen at the revelation of his name, recognizing him to be one of Klaus’s many siblings. “Might I add, you look radiant tonight,” the Mikaelson continues with a charismatic smile, his eyes devouring every inch of your body. A light blush paints your cheeks. At least someone noticed.

“Thank you. I see you’re just as charming as your brother.”

The brunet frowns at your statement and you realize he must not know the connection. “I’m Y/N, Klaus’s friend,” you introduce yourself– the word tugging at the seams of your heart. You despise how reckless you were, taking the hybrid’s flirty nature to heart, especially now seeing how flirtatious his brother is. It is clearly within the nature of the family to be so winsome and you fell for it, developing feelings that will be nearly impossible to get over. Your propensity to fall in love too easily has yet again damned you to heavy heartache.

“Ah, so you’re the pretty little thing that has captured my brother’s attention,” Kol acknowledges, causing a bitter chuckle to fall from your lips.

“No, I am afraid that position belongs to someone else,” you inform the younger Mikaelson, his brows drawing in confusion. You don’t allow him much time to ponder as you begin moving towards the inside of the manor, announcing your departure as you have opted not to torture yourself any longer.

“Wait,” the vampire stops you, grabbing at your wrist, “Stay. At least allow me a dance.”

You contemplate his offer, not wanting to linger around the manor any longer, but also having dedicated so much time to prep yourself for the ball, it would be a shame to let most of that effort go to waste. Besides, when is the next time you would have the opportunity to attend such a glamorous event? Reluctantly, you agree to Kol’s proposal, emphasizing you were staying for a singular dance.

The Mikaelson smiles devilishly at you, “Perfect.” He offers out his arm and you accept it, allowing him to lead you into the grand room where he tells you to wait for him at the bottom of the steps.

A voice rings out from the stairs you just descended, garnering the attention of Mikaelsons’ guests. You watch the family gather on the beautifully decorated stairway, awed by their beauty. Each member had their own unique allure that demanded your attention– none more so than that of Niklaus Mikaelson. The suit– perfectly tailored to accentuate his physical build– was a sharp contrast to the typical Henley and jeans you see the Mikaelson wear. His mussed curls were brushed back highlighting the delicate beauty of his face. His physicality combined with the effortless, smug way he carried himself had you wanting to swoon. Your envy of the blonde deepens as your heart aches, longing for nothing more than to be by his side.

As if feeling your desire, for the first time this evening, Klaus’s gaze flits to yours and the hybrid is left mystified. He always thought you a true beauty, but to see it accentuated so magnificently left him speechless. His eyes linger, longer than he intended as he takes in the sight of you, hoping to burn the image in his mind. Pride swells in his chest as he takes note of the silver pendant dangling from your neck– the one he gave you a week ago. One of his most valued treasures.

You feel vulnerable under the intensity of his gaze, tearing your eyes away as the emotion swarming in you becomes too much to handle. You find Kol whose gaze is already waiting for you. He sends you a perilous wink, provoking his older brother’s ill temper.

“Welcome. Thank you for joining us,” the Mikaelson sibling announces to his guests for the evening, commanding the grand room.

“You know, whenever my mother brings our family together like this, it’s tradition for us to commence the evening with a dance.”

Unknowingly, your eyes drift back to Klaus, watching as he stands with his family in all of his grandeur. Visibly distinct from his siblings as his neck is adorned in white rather than the typical black bowtie of his siblings– a symbol of just how exceptional he is.

"Tonight's pick is a centuries-old waltz, so if all of you could please find yourselves a partner, please join us in the ballroom."

The room erupts with excited chatter as you stifle a groan. Your luck would have it that the one dance you agree to is a centuries-old waltz you have never performed before. Is it not bad enough that you have to deal with the self-humiliation of misreading all of Klaus’s advances, but now you will have to face an additional layer of public humiliation?

Kol is quick to meet you at the bottom of the stairs, as promised, holding his arm out for you. Reluctantly, you wrap your arm around his, confessing your inexperience as he leads you into the grandiose ballroom, lining up with the other dancers. “Don’t worry, darling. Follow my lead and you will be fine,” he reassures, smiling down at you with that devilish grin– oddly bringing you comfort.

The gentle strumming of a guitar begins as the two of you walk forward in time with the music– hands crossed in front of each other’s. Following Kol’s lead, you take another step forward, turning to face the line opposite of you. Sneaking a glance at the Mikaelson you love, you are alarmed by the animosity in his leer. You instinctively draw yourself closer to the younger Mikaelson as if his presence could protect you from Klaus’s enmity. Curious by your sudden action, Kol follows your gaze, finding the malevolent glare of his older brother– a devious grin plastering his face.

Due to the irksome rule his mother set in place of keeping peace with the people of Mystic Falls, Kol has been forced to find his amusement in other ways, like using his brother’s new plaything to make the hybrid jealous. His goal is to see how long his brother will allow him to seduce you before he snaps and causes a scene. He knows he’s playing a dangerous game, but Kol has always been enticed by danger.

A gasp escapes your lips as you are unexpectedly spun by the brunet– unprepared for the sudden movement. “Relax, darling,” Kol whispers in your ear, taking note of how stiff you are. You breathe deeply, letting the breath settle all of your nerves as you slowly give your trust over to the vampire. As instructed, you follow Kol’s lead allowing him to waltz you in a circle, traveling around the ballroom. You are quick to realize that the steps of the waltz are quite repetitive and, after a while, take no effort for you to enact. All the while, whispers of jokes and compliments have you truly relax in the Mikaelson’s arms as you giggle at his antics.

From across the room, Klaus surveys the two of you lividly. The one thing he asked of his siblings tonight was to leave you alone, and yet, there his brother was twirling you around the ballroom. He knows Kol is doing this to anger him, but he can’t help satisfying his brother’s childish urge to incense him when he watches how close the two of you are becoming. That same dazzling smile you greet him with every night is now being given to his infernal younger brother. That captivating laugh that softened the hardest parts of him was now in response to his pestilent younger brother. Those decadent curves he’s been waiting to run his hands over were now being held by his soon-to-be-dead younger brother. The hybrid begrudgingly tears his eyes away from the scene, knowing that if he does not distract himself soon, a spectacle will be made. So, he returns his attention to the blonde vampire in his arms and continues to charm her as all part of his master plan.

As you continue the steps, Kol leans in to whisper in your ear once more. Instead of the humorous observation you were expecting, he tells you, “This is the part where I leave you.”

You are not allowed time to react before you are spun out of the vampire’s arms into those of another Mikaelson sibling. As soon as the older Mikaelson’s arm wraps around you, you continue the repetitive steps, traveling in the opposite direction.

“You must be Y/N,” he speaks and you provide a nod of confirmation. “And you are?” you ask of the vampire– unsure of which Mikaelson brother you are speaking with now.

“Forgive me. I assumed with how special you are to Niklaus he would have informed you about the rest of his family. I am Elijah.”

An uncontained scoff exits your lips and the Original questions his previous statement, “Did I say something wrong?”

“It’s just that you’re the second sibling to say that to me, and yet, Klaus has not spoken to me all night.”

Elijah’s lips purse at the statement– curious as to why his brother neglected you when he made it very clear you were to remain off limits due to your status in his life. He is even more perplexed when he takes note of the pendant on your neck– a highly valuable item his brother accrued. Klaus swore that pendant would only grace the neck of the woman he deemed exemplary enough to wear it.

Nothing else of substance is exchanged between you and Elijah and the dance soon draws to an end. Bowing as you depart, Kol is by your side in an instant– arm being placed delicately on your shoulder.

“You are playing a dangerous game, Kol,” Elijah forewarns his younger brother, doing nothing to dissuade the mischievous Mikaelson.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean, brother. I’m just keeping Y/N company.”

Kol takes your arm, leading you away from his sibling and the rest of the ball. Unseen by you as you walk towards the front of the manor, Kol passes by the infuriated hybrid, taunting him with a wink. The seemingly trivial action pushes Klaus over the edge, having him lurch toward his treacherous brother– ready to tear out his liver. Fortunately for the younger Mikaelson, Finn had already anticipated his ill-tempered brother’s reaction and put a stop to any harm that would be done to Kol.

“You didn’t have to walk me to my car, Kol. Thank you,” you state to the vampire once you reach the old Camry that has been with you since your high school graduation.

“Mother would be furious if she found out I let a lady walk to her car alone.”

You smile up at the Mikaelson brother who kept you company for the duration of your evening. Thankful to him for unknowingly saving you from your own humiliation, you give the brunet a quick peck on the cheek, sending a streak of envy through the lurking hybrid waiting to have a moment alone with you.

“Well, tell your mother she throws a lovely ball. And thank you for the dance, it turned out to be quite nice.”

The two of you part ways– Kol leaving a final kiss on your knuckles. You rummage through the small purse you brought with you, looking for your keys, when a new voice calls out to you– one you ironically dread to hear.

“Leaving so soon? And without a goodbye.”

You turn to face Klaus, a dashing smile on his face, eyes shining with innocence as if he had done nothing wrong. “Saying goodbye implies that we even said hello in the first place,” you tell the hybrid rather bitterly, returning your attention to the retrieval of your keys.

“You’re mad at me,” he informs you as if you couldn’t figure out your own emotions. You don’t dignify him with a response, grabbing your keys and attempting to get in your car. “Come on, love. Talk to me,” Klaus pushes, further stoking your irritation with him.

“Oh, you mean like how you talked to me this evening after you were the one who invited me. Forgive me if I’m not overjoyed to see you after having been ignored,” you hiss at the Mikaelson. While you are aware you can’t fault him for your own romantic presumption, you can be angry that he invited you to an event and refused to speak. Klaus’s nostrils flare. How dare you be angry with him after you spent the evening romancing with his brother.

“Well, maybe if you weren’t so preoccupied fawning over my brother, I would have had the opportunity.” A humorless laugh leaves your lips.

“Me? Fawning? If anyone was doing any fawning tonight, it would be you with your pretty blonde date. Kol was there keeping me company while you were off galavanting with her, so don’t even try to make me out to be the villain. The only reason I even came here tonight was because you invited me. Had I known I was gonna end up being pawned off to your brother I would have stayed home! I thought this was a date, Klaus. I thought you were inviting me to be your date to the ball. Clearly, I was mistaken, so you do not get to play the victim here.”

Klaus does nothing but stare– the two of you too furious to have a productive conversation. You shake your head in incredulity at his behavior, having nothing left to say, and get into your car. How dare he be angry with you? And for what, dancing with his brother? He certainly lacked any intention of dancing with you himself. What did he expect? For you to show up and decorate the walls with your presence. The audacity of that man. You continue your rage as you drive back to your home, only relaxing once you feel the stream of hot water on your skin.

You exit your bathroom, towel wrapped tightly around your body as you shiver from the sharp temperature change. The warmth that encased you from your steamy shower becoming replaced by the chilly air of your drafty bedroom. You look towards your open bedroom window as a gust of cold air breezes by you– eyes rolling in annoyance. Typically, you leave your window open so Klaus can come in for his nightly visits, but you are in no mood to speak to the infuriating hybrid. You doubt he’ll be dropping by this evening anyway.

“Was that meant to keep me out, love?”

A frightened gasp escapes you as you quickly turn around, meeting a pair of familiar blue eyes. “You know, just because you’re a vampire and can move in silence, doesn’t mean you have to,” you scold the hybrid standing in your bedroom– back in his typical Henley and jeans. Your hand rests over your heart, willing it to recover from the scare.

He chuckles, amused by the oblivion of humans, “Ah, mortals. I forget how frightful you lot can be.” You roll your eyes at the Mikaelson, ignoring his apathetic statement. “What do you want, Klaus,” you harshly demand, tugging the towel closer to your body. He sighs, annoyed by your loitering emotions, “We’re still angry I see.”

“I am really not in the mood for this, so if you could kindly leave my house, that would be greatly appreciated.”

You turn your back on the hybrid, moving toward your dresser, hoping that he will be gone by the time you turn back around.

“I came here to apologize, love,” the Mikaelson admits, stilling your movements. If there was one thing you learned about Niklaus Mikaelson through all of the stories he shared, it was that he NEVER apologizes. “What,” you question, turning to face the hybrid, uncertain you heard him correctly.

“I’ve recently had a bit of a heart-to-heart and I realize that you are right.”

You sink to the foot of your bed– your brain having trouble processing the information it is being presented. “Okay,” you breathe, unsure of what else to say.

“I fancy you, Y/N.”

“Then why-”

“Caroline is just a mere distraction,” Klaus responds, having anticipated your next question, “You don’t live to be a thousand years old without acquiring a few enemies over the years. If anyone were to discover my feelings for you, they would use you as leverage. By devoting my attention to Caroline, she becomes the target while you remain safe. She means absolutely nothing to me.”

Silence hovers between the two of you as you analyze the gravity of this new information. All those nights you spent exchanging stories and laughing until sunrise were just as equally treasured by Klaus as by you. The flowers, the drawings, the jewelry, the little moments of silence, and the shared moments of vulnerability all were valued, all were cherished just as fondly. Your bond with the Original Hybrid had not been imagined, had not been one-sided. A smile graces your lips at this revelation. He cared for you– enough to put someone else’s life at risk. To parade around feigning love for someone so that you remained unharmed. Not only did that seem unfair to the girl, Caroline, but ironically idiotic for one of the most intelligent men you knew.

“Klaus, this has to be one of the stupidest things you have ever done,” you chuckle at the hybrid’s plan, “Rather than just confess your feelings for me, you opt to pretend to be in love with someone else so that I’m safe? You couldn’t have thought that would work.”

He frowns at your laughter– not expecting the conversation to go this way. In fact, this whole evening went rather unexpectedly for the Mikaelson. He had envisioned how the night was supposed to go, all everyone had to do was act accordingly. Now he is beginning to see not everyone is a pawn he can so easily move around.

“Yes, well, I had your safety in mind. The details were irrelevant.”

Your laughter echoes around the confines of your bedroom amused by his poor plan conceptualization. Klaus would be irritated by your laughter had it not become something he is obsessed with. And while you may think of his plan as silly and moronic, he knows how successful it was at keeping you safe, and that is all that mattered to him.

“I’m glad that you’re amused, love. May I be forgiven now?”

You smile up at Klaus unable to resist the charm of that smile. Walking towards the hybrid– the man that you adore– you bring your lips to his, finally fulfilling all of your fantasies. “I’ll consider that a yes,” the Mikaelson chuckles as you break away from the long-anticipated kiss.

"Put me through that again and I'll ram a stake so far up your-"

"Noted, love."

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elijahslittleprincess · 10 months

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Brother Jealousy

Niklaus Mikaelsons x fem reader

Summary: You get worried when you realise that Elijah isn't really home with you the past three days. Since your boyfriend wasn't there you spent time with Niklaus instead and came to realise Elijah might be gone because of him.

You always had your insecurities about your relationship with Elijah. You thought from the second that you started dating that he was way too good for you, that you never really deserved him. Yet, from the first day of your relationship to a week ago now, you never really felt frightened by those insecurity, you never had a real worry concerning Elijah's love and devotion for you.

The two of you, normally were inseparable. Elijah had insisted on staying with you literally all the time when you officially got together and you loved it! It was really comforting to have him all the time close and you never got to miss him or worry about what he was doing because he never left your sight...Well until these past three days. He has started to get more absent and was leaving your side more often. At some point in the week you wondered if you had done something wrong because he was literally never home...You weren't used to this, Elijah was your whole life and you loved him more than the whole world. You needed him, all the time. You craved him like you needed to breath and when he wasn't there, well it felt like a part of you was dying slowly.

It was the third day in a row that Elijah was like this by now and you had no information about why he was acting like this or what he was off doing without you...To say that you were overthinking and imagining every scenario possible would be an understatement. In reality you were petrified.

Your body moved delicately in your shared bed and you tried to keep your emotions in check as your eyes fell on Elijah's empty side. Your shaking hand got to lay down flat on the mattress to see if he had woken up a long time ago but it was still a little bit hot from his body heat, so your heart jumped a bit in your chest. Maybe he was still home~

You felt a sudden rush of energy and enthusiasm spread within you and stood up from the bed rapidly to get dressed. When you were done you hurried to go search for him.

Eli! Eliiii

You received no answer, not a sign of his voice that you loved so much not a touch nothing. Well, nothing from him.

Hello love.

Niklaus voice sounded behind you in the kitchen. You turned around to look at him and a small smile crept on your lips. It wasn't Elijah but you loved Nikki. He always was so sweet and gentle with you. You speed ran to get to him and jumped into his arms.

Luckily for you, Niklaus caught up with your actions fast and catches you into his arms, grabbing you tightly into his arms securely.

Nikki!!

Niklaus smiled sweetly at you and kissed your forehead before gently starting to play with your hair.

Hey sweetheart, did you sleep well?

His presence and affectionate nature with you made your heart melt and you hugged your body closer to his, laying your head on his chest. His question sounded in your mind and you just could muster a little no with a little whimper before signing.

Niklaus frowned at your reaction and took your chin up with his finger to look into your eyes again.

But you always sleep well with Elijah don't you?

You sigh and feel tears trying to escape your eyes. You tried to look away from his eyes again feeling ashamed for being emotional but Niklaus kept hold of your chin and caressed your cheek affectionately with his thumb. A tear falls down your eyes then, followed by another and another. When you spoke up your voice sounded broken and sad.

I...I do but...I'm losing him Nikki he doesn't want me anymore. Eli he...he keeps leaving me and comes back late at night and I don't even know when he sleeps with me or not anymore~

You finished now sobbing in Niklaus arms and you tried to breath normally but it seemed to be a hard task.

Niklaus expression showed worry and panic at the sight of tears. He cares about you so much and he loves you very much. The last thing he wanted was for you to be sad and broken like this...what was his brother doing.

Ow sweetheart please don't cry like this, it's ok shhh everything's going to be fine just take deep breaths for me.

He said with his soft accent that relaxed you. While whispering those gentle and reassuring words he was wiping off your tears and kissing your cheeks affectionately.

Elijah is a really busy man love, he has things to deal with sometimes. You know me I'm always causing trouble and he is collecting back the pieces after me. That's his thing y/n, it's not because he doesn't love you darling it's impossible not to love you.

Niklaus said with a little chuckles as he looked into your teary doe eyes. You could see affection and deep care for you as he kept comforting you. Your only reaction to it was to feel relieved that he was there for you. Niklaus was definitely the best brother-in-law that you could wish for.

At some point you stopped crying and just stayed in his arms securely with your head on his shoulder. It felt right and you just wanted to stay there as much as you needed. It didn't seem to bother Niklaus since he never said anything about it. He just finished what he had to do in the kitchen with you still in his arms and then started playing with your long hair.

Do you want to watch a movie with me until Elijah gives you some new or come back love ?

In your hidden place, on Niklaus shoulder the shadow of a smile crept on your lips as he proposed to watch a movie with you. It was a really good idea and you nodded fiercely to show him how much you were excited about it.

Mhhh yup! wanna watch a movie with you.

You looked like a child at Christmas and your eyes sparkled excitedly. A real infant. Your hand moved behind Niklaus neck to play with his baby hair while he walked to the living room, a satisfied and proud smile on his lips when realising that he succeeded in making you smile.

As you both reach the room, Klaus sat you down on the couch and caressed your cheek delicately while looking at your pretty eyes.

So what do we want to watch princess?

He asked you with this charming and adorable smile of his that makes you blush sometimes.

Hummm, I don't want to watch a comedy...so why not a horror movie!

You said with a bright smile and a cute expression on your face that made Niklaus laugh.

Well love you know me, horror movies are kinda my cup of tea so I'm more than happy to oblige. Any specific title?

He said with a smirk as he was playing with your hand casually doing a soft pattern on the top of it.

This time, it was your turn to smirk and you bite your lips.

Mh what about scream. The first one of course because the other ones are literal crap.

Without another word, Niklaus let go of your hand for a second reluctantly to get up and pick up Scream one like you asked. Then, the hybrid placed the disc on the dvd player and came back to you with a gentle smile as he sat just beside you on the sofa, placing his arms around your body and bringing you closer to his chest. A gentle sigh left your lips at how good you felt and you let your head fall on his chest comfortably, starting to watch the movie in silence. The only sound that you could hear beside the movie, was Niklaus heart beating steadily in his chest and his breathing in and out. To be quite honest it was really nice to spend more time with him. Since you started to date Elijah and spent all your time with him, the other people you used to spend time with took the side a lot and you now regretted it. That's when you thought about something...what if Niklaus made it on purpose. Your head raised up fast to look at him with this look in your eyes that just said it all. You seemed dumbfounded and a bit starstruck but then your eyes shine with affection.

Nikki...did you by any chance get Elijah out of the house on purpose to spend more time with me...

You heard Niklaus breath caught in his throat and he tried to look away from you but you smirked and took his chin back in your hand.

Common Nikki...don't be shy just say it I won't be mad I promise.

You said with genuine softness and affection in your voice for the hybrid in front of you. He looked like a child taken by surprise while doing something wrong. You didn't even try to hide your playfullness now that you realised you might be right and just kissed his cheek while hugging him tightly.

At these actions form you, Niklaus gave up hiding then, seeing that you weren't mad at him for separating you from Elijah and just looked like a guilty little child into your eyes.

Maybe I did...

He finished by saying with this small mischief glint in his eyes that you knew too well. That was exactly what happened and you chuckled softly at your discovery.

Well, you're such a bad little wolf aren't you Niklaus.

You said with this charming yet amused tone of your before playing with his blind hair.

Niklaus on his side rolled his eyes and let out a cute little groan.

But! You were always together, how was i supposed to get time with you!? I like you y/n...a lot and I love spending time with you too. It's just not fair that Elijah gets to have you all the time.

He finishes saying with an apparent pout on his lips now and a frustrated scowl.

You couldn't believe how adorable he was...that certainly was the cutest thing you've ever seen and heard him do or say to you. How in the world could you be mad at him for feeling like this. You tried to keep yourself from laughing at his childish actions before placing both your hand on each side of his face. Then, you tried to get as serious as you could when looking straight into his eyes.

Your right. I'm sorry Nikki, I know I've been with Elijah a lot since we started our relationship and it wasn't fair of me to leave my best friend behind. I love spending time with you to Klaus you know that but you should have told me...I was panicking because I thought your brother was cheating on me and I genuinely felt like crap for the past three days... it could have been different if you just told me about it in the beginning.

You told him, this time your voice sounds a bit more affected by what you said and sadder.

Niklaus felt bad now, really bad for making you feel like this. His intentions never were to hurt you and he was experiencing a heavy sense of guilt inside him now that he saw your eyes and expression. He made a gesture for you to come sitting in his lap, one of his hands gently caressing your cheek.

You didn't hesitate really, you knew he didn't do that wrongly. He just didn't knew what to do so you weren't mad at him or feeling anger. You sat in his lap, instantly feeling Niklaus arms around your waist tightly. He kissed your forehead and just hugged you to him.

I'm sorry y/n...

You hugged him back and just breathed a sight of relief to know that Elijah wasn't with anyone else and that you didn't have any worry anymore about him being away from home now. You just stayed in Niklaus arms and felt good for the first time since three days.

It's ok, just...just tell me next time that you want to have me for a little ok.

The only answer you received from Niklaus was a gentle nod and a kiss on your neck that made a gentle smile crept back on your lips. Yea, you were definitely lucky to have two men caring for you like this. You thought before just placing your head back on Klaus chest and looking back at the movie.

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honeybear-yammy · 1 year

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"Just One More, Love."

Warnings: cursing, smut, daddy kink, p in v, unprotected sex, squirting

Pairings: Klaus Mikaelson x Female Hybrid Reader

Summary: In which Klaus is insistent on Y/N squirting.

Kinktober Day 15 - Squirting

"Come on, just one more, love." He said as he thrusted into you. You moaned out loudly as Klaus continued his brutal pace, thrusting his cock into your already abused pussy. You cried out and shoved your face into your pillow as he continued to fuck you the same way. You rested your cheek on the pillow, resting your head on the left side so you could breathe.

"Fuck, I love this pussy." Klaus said as he groaned. You moaned with him as he continued to fuck him, his pace somehow getting even faster than it was before. "Oh fuck!" You moaned out as you felt your stomach begin to clench. You could feel a knot growing in the bottom of your stomach and you knew that your orgasm would be approaching soon.

"Fuck- daddy!" You moaned out. "What is it, love?" He said breathlessly as he continued to fuck you hard. You tried to get your words out but you couldn't. All you could do was just lay there and moan out, unable to form any words at all.

Klaus began to slow down his pace a little so you could speak to him. "I said, what is it, love?" He asked. "I- I'm gonna cum!" You moaned out loudly. You could feel a familiar knot brewing in the bottom of your stomach and you knew for a fact that you were going to cum any second now.

"Oh yeah? Does my baby have to cum?" Klaus asked with a smirk before moaning out himself. You nodded desperately as he continued to fuck you. He smirked and slapped your ass roughly before grabbing the now sensitive skin in his hand. "Come on then, cum, cum for daddy." He said.

With that your eyes rolled back and your whole body trembled as the coil inside of you finally snapped causing a scream to tear through your throat as you gushed hard all over your boyfriends dick. Klaus had came the same time you did, his cum painting your gummy walls. He stopped his thrusts and looked down to where the two of you were connected before a smirk danced across his lips.

"I- what? What is it?" You asked breathlessly as you attempted to catch your breath. "Fuck baby, you squirted." Klaus said with a smirk as he looked back up at you. You sat up on your elbows and saw the mess that you made causing your cheeks to burn up, your face turning as red as a tomato.

He smirked before leaning over to kiss your lips softly. "Don't be embarrassed, love. It was so fucking hot." Klaus said. "And it was so hot that I intend on making you do it again and again." He said with a smirk before winking at you. It was going to be a very long night.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

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babeydollx · 1 year

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"Just One More, Love."

Warnings: cursing, smut, daddy kink, p in v, unprotected sex, squirting

Pairings: Klaus Mikaelson x Female Hybrid Reader

Summary: In which Klaus is insistent on Y/N squirting.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

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adr3amt0be · 1 year

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Uhhh I haven't been here in a FAT minute so here's a short niklaus mikaelson story"'_"

Summary: you hated niklaus and he hated you,he kidnapped you on your birthday to give you a little birthday kiss -not smut-

(Also this is woman black reader meaning I'm mentioning curls/coils)

"what the hell.." you mumbled feeling something wrapped tight around your pretty little head,darkness taking over,your coily/curly hair all over the place due to being freaking manhandled.

"ah I see your awake luv" you heard a familiar British accent...one you secretly loved but you let it known to man that you loathed it. "Why am I fucking blind niklaus" you spit out and he chuckled,he found you so amusing, especially when you were angry.

"is it not obvious? I took you from your little birthday party" he said his feet pacing around you,his finger slithering across the back of your neck sending chills down your spine. You had worn a black silk dress,it went up to your knees,and some black heels,plain and simple but sexy he thought.

"which you didn't invite me to by the way" he leaned down whispering into your ear,his lips were so damn close you almost stopped breathing,he could hear your heartbeat stop and then go again,which causes him to smirk.

"invite you for what? All we do is argue,were not friends or anything" you rolled your eyes under the blindfold,you heard a scoff come from him. "Well Damon almost killed you God knows how many times and yet you invite him" he says almost sounding jealous....is he?

"that's old new niklaus,look at us now best buds... could've been you" you said the last part jokingly. "And also he's the one who's literally been saving me from you,each time you come NEAR me it's always to hurt me or something like what?" You said going on and on,niklaus only stood there in front of you,if your blindfold was off you probably would've shut up by now.

"not to mention he doesn't have an annoyingly hot accent which I can't-" you quickly stopped talking,a small smirk plastered on his face. "Annoyingly hot accent hm?" He said stepping close to you. He got down on his knee in front of you,setting his hand on your bare knee,you swore you died and came back.

"I thought you found my accent....what did you say last time,utterly annoying?" He said moving closer,you could almost feel his breath on your lips,scratch that you could feel his breath on your lips.

You didn't know what to say,your little snotty attitude was thrown out of the window when his hand touched your knee,next thing you know he moved in closer,you could feel his lips on yours which you quickly melted into,he grabbed the back of your head softly pushing you into his. The kiss wasn't sloppy,it wasn't to fast,wasn't to slow nor long,it was...soft. you both halted hearing hard knocking on the door,a loud crash came from the front,the door broken down. Klaus sighed before turning to you again. "Happy birthday luv" he said placing a soft kiss on your cheek,all you could feel was a cold breeze rush past you,his presence gone.

"Y/N!?" You heard a familiar voice,it was Bonnie,she quickly came to you taking off your blindfold. "Are you okay?" She said worried and all you could do was let out a breathy laugh,this whole situation not even feeling real. "Heh...y-yea I'm fine"

#black reader #niklaus mikaelson #the originals #niklaus mikaelson x reader #niklaus mikaelson images #enzo st john x fem!reader

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calummss · 8 months

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Bleeding into Nightfall | Klaus Mikaelson

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summary: life is gloomy and you’re tired of repetitive days that don’t get better. you say goodbye to the world forgetting about once person in paticular—niklaus mikaelson

pairing: fem! reader x klaus mikaelson

words: 3k

a/n: story of my life with the love of my life

tw: heavy descriptions of depression, suicide!!!

Waking up every day was like waking up from the calm and facing the storm. Days bleeding into nightfall. Day after day starting to warp into each other, each day as listless as the day before. Mystic falls’ grey gloomy clouds constantly above your head as you managed to get out of bed. You kind of found common ground with autumn mornings. You enjoyed them more than any other morning but enjoy is a strong word for someone like you. Autumn mornings are dark that make it look like it was three in the morning. A time where nobody in this world expects a single thing from you. Just you alone existing in this world.

You brush your teeth.

Comb your hair.

Put on an outfit.

Make yourself look presentable so that nobody would be able to tell just how empty you felt. How draining it was getting ready when you could easily wear the same pair of clothes day and night. Forget about your appearance as you just try to pass the day.

Leaving the house you took one last look in the mirror with the same face you wish you could rip off, but instead you put on your best genuine smile that didn’t make you look like a manic sociopath and closed the door to make your way to school.

13 hours and 30 minutes to go.

Out of 24 hours you only feel okay for a couple. And it’s not even that you feel good, you just feel okay. You just try to get through the day. It’s been like this for a while. Time wailing past you, time wailing before you that has you trapped. You wake up. Go to school. Eat and sleep. Sometimes you don’t even eat or sleep. The easiest tasks seem impossible to complete. Why do you have to waste such a long amount of time? You’d be perfectly fine with only living eighteen years instead of eighty. You don’t do anything all day but you’re exhausted each time you lay down in bed, ready to shut your eyes. Still, you drag yourself through the day like cattle; unable to break free from what's holding you back.

The walk to school isn’t too long. Rustling leaves on trees, crunching of dead leaves that were kicked up into the air with each step you took, the thought of simply being a leaf on your mind as you barely noticed the person ahead.

‘I’m so sorry— Caroline…hi. I’m sorry,’ you lifted your head from the ground to see Caroline’s smile. ‘I wasn’t really paying attention to my surroundings,’

‘Yeah, I could tell.’ She gleamed, hooking her arm into yours as you continued walking the last blocks.

It was an okay walk. Your ears picking up different sounds of your surroundings as the mixture of sounds seemed to be blocking out your thoughts. It's too hard to concentrate on them.

‘Do you have anything planned for your outfit on Saturday?’ Caroline broke you from the chattering of your mind, hearing her voice bringing you back to the present.

You stared at her. Your eyes on her, your face hanging from your head as you stayed quiet, pressing your lips against each other as her smile turned to a frown.

‘Y/n, come on,’ she moaned, the sparkles in her eyes duplicating as she stared back at you. Her personality reminding you of the warmth of a fireplace on a cold evening. ‘It’s the school dance! It’s so important that we make these memories to look back on them when we’re old and wrinkly,’

‘I think I have enough memories.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘I mean I just don’t really feel like going, that's all…’

‘Why not?’ She came to a halt, taking her arm from you so she could stand perfectly square of you, her arms folded in front of her chest as the wind blew her hair from the back.

‘I don’t know,’ you shrugged, ‘I just don’t want to go.’

‘Not even to please Klaus? I mean no offence—‘ (Caroline’s favourite way to start being offensive) ‘But no one knows what he sees in you. I mean he’s this grumpy old maniac that terrifies the vampire species and you’re just…you. A human with a normal life. A nice girl that just, in comparison to him, lives a boring life.’

‘I don’t know, Caroline,’ you huffed, picking up pace again, readjusting your school bag. Feet sluggishly bringing you forth. ‘He’s nice to me and he makes me forget certain aspects of my life but even for him I wouldn’t go.’

‘What’s wrong with you, Y/n?’ Caroline held you back again, stopping once more. ‘Are you okay? I’ve noticed that you seem off for a while now and I didn’t want to pry but I cannot hold myself back any longer. What happened? What is it that’s making you so glum all the time?’

‘I’m okay, Caroline,’ you half smiled, ‘I think I’d just rather go home and watch a movie or something.’

Caroline opened her mouth but before she could say another word you cut her off, ‘And before you offer yourself as my sleepover company, I think I’d rather be alone.’ You started walking again, the school doors only a few minutes away. ‘Besides, I know you want to be a good friend by wanting to come over but you and I both know that deep down you hoped I would say no because you want to go to the dance, and that is fine. Make those memories, Caroline! Your life has so many blank pages left to fill and I don’t want to hold you back! Go and have fun.’

Caroline immediately pulled you into a hug. Her perfume hitting your nostrils as you placed your arms around her, a quick smile forming on your lips.

‘Come on now,’ you took hold of her arm, ‘We need to get there on time otherwise Rick will have us doing detention the rest of the week.’

‘Do you think he dislikes us?’

‘No, I actually think it’s his way of showing that he cares,’ you let out a giggle that infected Caroline as you walked onto the school premises just as the bell rang for first period.

School was the same every day. Go to class. Pay attention. Write down notes. Stare outside of the window, the teacher’s voice fading into silence as your mind powered through to absent you from life.

Everyone seems so content with life? Why can’t I? What is there to be happy about?

‘Miss Jacobs, the action is here. Not outside.’ Mrs. Clark said, snapping your head to the front of the class. ‘If my class is boring you’re welcome to go outside.’

‘I’m sorry,’ you cleared your throat, sitting up straight. ‘I’m sorry.’

‘Now, where was I?’

10 hours to go.

When the school bell rang for the last time, you started to clear your table and cram all your stuff into your bag, people pushing past you as everyone tried to leave. Out in the hall you quickly waved Caroline, Elena and Bonnie goodbye, ready to go home and sit in silence.

Plugging in your headphones you slowly started to walk home, music blasting through your ears and you tried to block out any sound from the world.

Trees and cars passed you, barely anyone on the pavement. You kept walking when you noticed a person in the distance; dressed in dark colours, stance confident and a face you could recognise from a mile away.

‘Hi.’ You gave him your best smile, not too much, not too little.

‘I hear there’s a school dance this saturday,’ he accompanied you towards your home. ‘I was hoping that I could ask you to the dance.’

‘I’m actually not going.’

‘Why?’

‘Don’t feel like going, that’s all.’ You shared a quick glance.

His pupils dilated, eyebrows drawn together, the skin between them wrinkled. ‘Are you okay, Y/n.’ He gently grabbed a hold of your upper arm, the frequent blinking of his eyes telling you that you made him worry.

‘I’m fine,’ you chuckled, your crooked smile paired with dull, sparkless eyes not in your favour.

‘Don’t give me that bullshit.’

‘Klaus, please. I’m not in a mood to argue right now.’

‘Arguing?’ His eyebrows drew his eyebrows even closer. ‘We’re just talking.’

‘Look, Klaus.’ You stopped in your tracks, allowing yourself to stare up at his face. Lips plush, eyes squinted as his focus was on you. ‘I see that you want to go to the dance with me and if I were up to it I would, but I would just rather go home. Watch a movie. Be alone. Get away from all this,’ you sighed.

‘Okay,’

‘Okay.’ You breathed, ‘See you around, okay?’ You got on your tiptoes to place a quick kiss on his cheek before walking home.

‘Yeah, see you around.’ Klaus mumbled as you were already out of earshot, leaving him confused as to what was happening to you.

6 hours to go.

When you arrived home you went straight upstairs. Throwing your bag into a corner of your room as you wasted no time to change into more comfortable clothes like your lounging outfit (a pyjama). Down the stairs you walked into the kitchen, taking a bag of doritos and a bar of chocolate from the cupboard, a glass of water to wash down the junk and placed them onto the coffee table. Snatching a blanket from the living room trunk, you made yourself comfortable and put on the TV, ready to watch the Big Bang Theory and waste your time.

‘Y/h honey,’ your mother’s heels sounded through the living room. ‘It’s date night so we’ll be home quite late.’

‘Mhm.’

‘Make sure to get some healthy carbs and protein in you too, okay darling?’

‘Yeah, mom. Have fun.’ You said, your eyes haven’t left the screen.

‘See you later.’

The door closed. Silence swept the house. Your TV the only thing that sounded within the walls. Sighing, you took a row of chocolate and let out a half-sounded giggle as you continued watching TV.

1 hour left to go.

8:50pm; it was time to go upstairs. You put away the stuff you used, made sure the windows and doors were locked and the lights turned off. The floorboard creaked with every step you took. Going into your bedroom you halted in front of your dresser, picking up the framed family portrait that you took on a trip to the family cabin on christmas day.

Your lips started pressing together, your fingers on the back of the frame scraping against the wood as a blink of your eyes let the first two tears roll down your cheek. Your heart twisted, aching with every shaky breath you took, a sting of melancholy growing inside your throat.

4 minutes to go.

You placed it back on the dresser, taking another glance at your room before taking off to the bathroom where you closed the door and took a long look in the mirror: messed up hair, red puffy eyes that blinked uncontrollably, the face of a person you never got to know.

Wiping away your tears you opened the cabinet and grabbed the packet of razors you purchased just last week in preparation for tonight.

Taking a deep breath you climbed into the bathtub, letting your back fall against the wall, a new surge of emptiness growing as you realised that you were going to be utterly alone when you went.

The cold metal pierced into your soft skin like fresh butter. The warmth of your blood no longer flowing like it normally did but instead poured onto your skin. Quiet drips spilling into the bathtub, staining your clothes on the way. Once your blood started spilling you didn’t feel any great pain, it hurt, but it was manageable. You hoped it wouldn’t, however seeing all the blood that was streaming from your cut, made your heart start to beat at immense speed.

Then the sweating started to begin. Your body was damp, head to toe and toe to head. You thought back on the days you went running. Every time you finished you’d have the same, wet, and uncomfortable sweat sitting on your skin, soaking into your clothes. A deeply unpleasant feeling started to make itself noticeable, heart pounding in your chest, throbbing with pain, but there was nothing you could do. Neither did you want to. You wanted nothing more than to disappear from the earth’s surface. You didn’t need to be here. Trapped with nowhere to go. No one would miss you. You barely had anyone but yourself and that was all you needed. Even in death you felt comforted by your own thoughts. A very strong headache, accompanied by a loud, white noise ringing almost made you regret your decision. The room spun like crazy before your vision started fading out; the ringing got louder as darkness came for you…

Klaus made his way to your house. He didn’t like the way you were acting before you left. Your behaviour hasn’t left his mind since you last spoke. He turned into your driveway and jogged up the stairs, ringing the bell to hope that you would open up to him. To let him make you feel better. To let you know that he would do anything to see you happy.

But you never answered.

‘Y/n, open the door.’ Klaus raised his voice, his fist hitting against the door.

No answer.

‘Y/n!’ He slammed the door again.

Still, nothing.

Klaus focused his hearing to see if you were home when he suddenly heard shallow breaths; breaths he knew belonged to you. Without wasting another second Klaus kicked down the door, his vampire speed taking him to the location of decreased breaths. Almost taking the bathroom door off its hinges, Klaus found you sitting in the tub; red staining your body, head hanging sideways.

‘Y/N!’ He bellowed, falling to his knees, his arms hooking under your lump torso, pulling you out of the tub. The lack of tension in your body making his heart fall into an empty pit.

‘No, no, no, no, no,’ Klaus’ hands grabbed the sides of your face, twisting and turning. Hoping that your eyes would flatter open and greet him with a smile. A smile he held dear to his heart. But they stayed closed, his eyes getting blurrier the longer he fought.

‘Don’t you die on me!’ Klaus bit into his wrists, placing it on your lips, letting the blood flow into your system, his shaking arm staining your lower half of your face red. ‘You do not get to die! Wake up! Wake up…’

You stayed still. Just as lifeless as before you weighed Klaus’ body to the ground, his tears falling to your chest, pulling you close as his heart ached greater than it ever had. His reason to be good went without saying goodbye, leaving him to be alone like he had been for hundreds of centuries.

Klaus has heard thousands of heartbeats stop. Seen thousands of bodies covered in blood. Thousands of dead people. He didn’t know why it was so hard to see you there when he had been through this a million times. He felt empty. Everything about you came crashing down, his hope for hearing you say his name draining into nothingness. Klaus’ breathing grew louder, his chest feeling like it was being filled with water, the same water that spilled from his lashes, staring down at someone he always put first; forever wishing he hadn’t let you go home by yourself that afternoon.

Suddenly your body jolted forwards, gasping for air. Eyes wide as you took a large gulp of air, your chest rising and falling.

‘Y/n?’ Klaus whispered, his hands back on your face. ‘Y/n, y/n, talk to me.’

You coughed in response, droopy eyes making it hard to see your surroundings, blurry vision fading into one big blob of colour.

‘Y/n, say something please…’

‘Klaus,’ you whispered so quietly, lips barely parting as you spoke.

‘Can you hear me?’

‘Yes, what— what happened?’

‘What happened, Y/n?’ Klaus’ voice increased in volume.’You almost died on me!’ His tone shook.

‘Am— Am I a vampire?’ You started to come back to your old self. Your vision clearing up, your ears no longer feeling like a tunnel.

‘No, my blood just healed you.’ He caressed your head, softly stroking your hair.

‘Why did you save me?’

‘Why?’ A frown painted his lip, ‘I care about you, Y/n! So much. You don’t deserve to die. How could you leave me without saying goodbye?’

‘I didn’t want to say goodbye to you Klaus because if I would’ve looked at your face and said those words, I wouldn’t have been able to do it. It would’ve made leaving so much harder.’

‘Look at me,’ his thumb swiped across your cheek, ‘this is the face of someone who will never let you die or get hurt,’

Your heart clenched as you looked at him, tears pooling at your lower lash line. ‘Klaus—‘

‘Please promise me to not leave without saying goodbye first,’

‘You have to promise, Y/n…’

‘What makes you think I don’t want to die anymore, Klaus?’

Klaus stared back at you; empty eyes, no thoughts to be said out loud.

‘Promise me to not kill yourself, seriously? What makes you think I won’t try to do this again? I love you Klaus, I do, but my love is not bigger than my will to live.’

‘Y/n, stop talking…’

‘Why? Because you thought I’d thank you for saving me? I didn’t want to be saved, Nik! I never wanted to. All I wanted was for all of this shit to go away and you brought me back to this shit.’

‘Y/n, please,’

‘Leave.’

‘What?’

‘I said leave!’

‘No!’

‘LEAVE!’

‘NO!’

Tears started streaming down your face, ‘Fuck you, Nik.’ And you stood up to go to your room.

Klaus stayed over the next several days. Sleeping against your closed door as he tried to patch things back up. But it was your decision to make a change, and your decision to forgive him.

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klausysworld · 1 year

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Hello can you make headcanons about yandere human klaus mikaelson x fem reader

Yandere Klaus Mikaelson when he was still human:

When Klaus first saw you his jaw was literally on the floor, he hid behind the bush he was next to and watched as you continued to pick the berries and fill your basket.

For a while he simply followed you around, he would watch how kind you were with the village children and he just knew that you would be a brilliant mother, the mother to his children.

The idea of you swollen with his baby had his hand wrapped around his hardened cock while he pumped himself through the night, he wanted you. he needed to have have you forever.

Sometimes he would catch a glimpse of you when you were bathing, he would hide behind trees and watch as you turned around showing him your lovely face and breasts. Just your face would normally turn him on but now your body? Good lord he felt like he might explode if he didn’t get you soon.

You met him when you were picking some blue berries for lunch while he was getting them for his paintings. He told you about the different kind of colours he could make, he asked if one day he could paint you because you were so behind, by the time he walked you home you had been every shade of pink and the smile on your face began to hurt from being there too long

You began seeing him more often, you would sit and speak with him while he painted, most of the time he painted the views but sometimes he would get you to pose somewhere when the light would hit her just right and try to capture her beauty

When his mother and father found out he was becoming close to you they were immediately impressed that someone as kind and pretty as you would go for him and went to your parents to see if they were interested in arranging a wedding. They were.

Both of your parents told you separately that you were to get married, Niklaus was, well over the moon to say the least. You were nervous but overall almost as exciting as he was.

You got your own house with him, you grew flowers and berry bushes around your home, Niklaus let you help paint the inside of the walls with his makeshift decorations. Together you made your house a home, where you could be happy

On your wedding night after you had exchanged rings and ancestral swords you finally became one. He had you spread out on your shared bed with his mouth between your legs, your hands gripping tight onto his hair and tugging gently at his long , screaming in an unknown ecstasy that overwhelmed you.

Niklaus sucked pink and purple love marks into your neck and collar bone so that everyone knew you were his. He listened to you moan his name as he bucked his hips within your hot, velvety walls. Having you so close was euphoric. When he came inside of you, he hopes go all the god and goddesses that you would fall pregnant with his child.

After you were officially tied together he began to become a little more controlling. He didn’t like you going anywhere without him. You were to never be alone with any male, not his brothers, not his father, he barely let you see your own father. You were an only child so he found it easier to keep you away from just your parents.

He would take you for walks to watch the sunset and occasionally the sunrise if you were both awake for it, he would pick you flowers and gather seeds for you to plant

Sometimes you got upset that he didn’t let you go outside for long periods of time, he would get angry and end up taking a walk and leaving you alone. He refused to ever lay a hand on you, he would never become his father. So he opted to take a breather and come back when he was in a calmer headspace

His heart would break when he found you asleep by yourself if bed with tear stained cheeks. He would kiss your hair and apologise to your unconscious form.

In the morning you would wake wrapped safely in his arms, once he was also up he would promise that he had no intention of upsetting you, he would never hurt you and he loved you. To prove this he would gently hold you while rocking into your body until you cried out in pleasure and buried your face into his neck

After a little while you fell pregnant with his child and that was it. You could not go outside. The only time you ever did was when he would wash you. He was protective. possessive. you are his.

He wouldn’t hurt ever. He loves you, but how does he know you wont be stolen from him? and now you have his child? You couldn’t be at risk, he had to keep you safe, it was his job as your husband after all

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tofics · 4 months

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Out Of This World

Chapter 1

Masterlist

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x fem!Reader x Dean Winchester

Summary: You and the Mikaelsons are fighting a powerful witch that's trying to take over New Orleans. The only solution: banishment to another universe. However, the spell goes... wrong, and it's not the witch that ends up in another universe, but you. - At the same time, over a thousand miles away in a bunker in Lebanon, Kansas, an alarm goes off: a rift has opened up. The Winchesters and their angel partners in crime decide to investigate. What will they find when they get to New Orleans?

Word count: 4949 words

Warnings: cursing, violence, murder, mention of blood, allusions of panic attacks.

You skidded around the corner, barely missing a stack of cardboard boxes by an inch. You jumped around it, almost flying past the pile. Your blood was rushing in your ears, your heart almost jumping out of your chest, pumping the adrenaline through your body. Behind you, you heard the evil snicker of your persecutor, hard on your heels. Before you knew it, you reached a wall that cut off your path abruptly. A dead end. You were cornered.

Slowly, you turned around. There she was, a sneer cutting across her face. Despite the few feet between you, you could see the glint in her dark eyes. Again, the witch laughed triumphantly.

"Really? An evil laugh for an evil witch? How terribly cliché," you pressed out between two wheezes. There was a sharp stitch on your right side. Running had never been your thing anyway. You leaned down and rested your hands on your knees while trying to catch your breath. Once this is over, you really have to get into better shape, you told yourself.

The witch was still sneering at you, taking her sweet time to make a move on you. You could imagine that she was enjoying this thoroughly. What started as a challenge for power, trying to dethrone Niklaus and his siblings as rulers of the French Quarter, had resulted in a bloody, messy, magical war. For months, she had been threatening the Mikaelsons and everyone that stood by them. Where threats didn't work, death followed. Quite a few of the Mikaelson's closest followers and allies had lost their lives to the woman in front of you, and yet, you were sure to rank high on her win list: as Elijah's girlfriend, she'd probably enjoy your death a lot more than any of her previous kills. This particular death would strike them hard. Shake them to the core. Possibly - hopefully - destabilize them to a point where they'd fall apart from within and she could easily pluck them apart, one by one, until all of the siblings where gone.

"Not even a true Mikaelson, and yet you're just as snarky as the rest of them. What an obnoxious trait. So full of yourself, all of you. It's a disease. But, not to worry. I'll have that cured in no time," the witch quipped back at you, with so much sweetness in her voice that it made you gag.

"Who's full of herself now?" you muttered to yourself. The sorceress in front of you tsk-ed at you and got into casting stance. She reached into her cloak and brought a fistful of something to her mouth before blowing into her closed fist. Black dust spewed out from between her fingers and hung in the air in front of her like black glitter. You straightened at the sight of her palms turning towards you, the first few words of a spell that was sure to bring you death (and a painful one at that) slowly meandering out from between her lips like a snake, inching itself towards its victim relentlessly.

Okay, feel free to intervene any second now, you thought, trying not to glance around for the rescue that you knew was coming. This plan had been weeks in the making and you weren't about to foil it by giving anything away by accident. Soft dark clouds, looking like droplets of black ink in water were forming around you, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Your eyes began to water as the dark vapor drifted closer and started to engulf you. It stung in your nose, giving off a terrible sulfur stench. You tried your best not to inhale it, but soon you were completely enveloped in the black mist. The first breath burned a straight trail down into your lungs and set them on fire. You began to cough, grasping at your throat, slowly choking on the dark magic the witch was blanketing you with.

Your lungs felt like they were on fire, both from the growing lack of oxygen and the vapor that was eating itself into you. Your legs started to give out underneath you and you fell to your knees as you gasped for air.

Any... second... now... you thought, every word feeling heavy in your brain, as if every word weighed a ton. Just as your vision started to flicker and blur, you registered movement out of the corner of your eye. Something whisked past you from behind you at top speed. You heard an "oomph", followed by the sound of a body being smacked to the ground. Almost instantaneously, the black vapor that surrounded you fizzled away and fresh air finally streamed into your lungs.

You wheezed and sputtered, now on your hands and knees as snot dripped out of your mouth and mixed with your tears and spit on the ground. You were relieved to finally be breathing oxygen again, your lungs however still felt like they were on fire and your throat was about as dry as sand paper.

While you were catching your breath, a lot of action was happening in front of you. Klaus had tackled the witch to the ground and Elijah had shackled her, rendering her immobilized. He grabbed her by her collar and dragged her up against the left wall of the alley. Meanwhile, Freya came out from behind the boxes you had almost run into, hands up and feverishly mumbling, casting the incantation that was supposed to free you all of the witch's evil.

You felt a hand on your back first, and then you were lifted to your feet. Hayley was on your left and Jackson was to your right; both of them had an arm slipped through yours to hold you steady. They shot you concerned looks as you were still struggling for breath. You weakly smiled back as a gesture of I'm okay, don't worry about me.

Freya continued casting in front of you. Her voice grew louder and stronger with each word. Despite clearly being outnumbered, the evil sorceress laughed, seemingly amused by Freya's casting.

"Silence." Elijah's eyes were dark with fury as he ordered the witch to quiet, but her laugh just turned shrill before Klaus struck her across the face. Her laugh briefly sputtered as she sunk down, forced to her knees by the force of the blow. Blood dripped from her split lip and smeared across her teeth. It turned her sneer into a bloody grimace.

"You're making a grave mistake, Niklaus Mikaelson."

Now it was Niklaus' turn to laugh.

"I doubt it, Athea." He bend down on one knee in front of her. "On the contrary, actually. You know, I've got my fair share of enemies in this town. But even they have agreed that we must rid this beautiful city of this plague." Niklaus grabbed Athea by the jaw and locked it in place so she was eye to eye with him. "Now, since we cannot seem to kill you - a very annoying obstacle, I must say - we had to find a different way to get rid of you, didn't we."

Freya started to stumble, the weight of the casting taking its toll on her. Immediately, Elijah was by her side and put a hand on her shoulder. It steadied her in more than just one way. She was reaching the pinnacle of the incantation and needed her brothers' power to cast the final piece of it.

"Klaus? Less talking, more killing?!" Hayley called out from next to you. Klaus smiled in return and got back on his feet to join his brother at Freya's side.

"Right you are, little wolf. I so wish we could drag this out, but alas, time is of the essence. Farewell, Athea. You will not plague this world ever again." Klaus put his hand on Freya's open shoulder with a content smile on his face.

Freya started on the last few sentences of the spell. The air in the alley started to flicker like heat over pavement on a hot day. The hair on the back of your neck started to stand up as you felt a buzzing sensation all around you, as if someone had charged the air with electricity.

Then, Freya spoke the final words. For a moment, everything in your vision seemed to sharpen. It was eerily quiet.

Then, a massive beam of light erupted from all around you, turning the world into nothing but a bright white.

Over a thousand miles away from New Orleans, in a bunker in Lebanon, Kansas, an alarm went off. The buzzing sound vibrated through the entire place, accompanied by the red flashes of warning lights.

"Oh, what now," Dean Winchester growled. He had just begun to sort through his equipment that he'd need for the next few hours: a whole day of working on the cars in the garage of the bunker. Throw in some beers and some rock music, and you had Dean's favorite kind of day off. They'd just come back from a hunt the day before and he had been looking forward to fixing what needed fixing and mending what needed mending. He went into auto-mode when working on a car; it took his mind off things and allowed him to relax.

Dean put the wrench down that he was holding and wiped his hands on the cloth stuck in his waistline. He sighed. "Can't get one damn day of peace around here," he mumbled to himself and left the garage to head to the war room.

When he arrived, he found his brother Sam and both the angels Castiel and Jack already gathered around the map table. As he approached it, he could make out a blinking light at the south of the United States.

"What is it?" Dean peered at the speckle of light blinking feverishly on the map. Sam answered him. "It's... a rift." He looked around at the men gathered the table before he scratched his neck. "I guess the update does work. This is the first one to pop up since we tweaked the settings. At least the first one to be registered."

"Where is it?" Jack, the younger of the angels chimed in. He leaned forward to get a better look at the map. "From what I can tell... New Orleans." Sam replied after checking a few parameters. There were a few seconds of silence between the men before Dean cleared his throat. "Alright." He rubbed a hand over his face as if trying to wipe the exhaustion away that was written all over it, but to no avail. He looked exhausted and worn down. "Guess we have no choice but to check it out. Cas, get your things, we're leaving in thirty. Sam, you stay here with Jack and keep an eye on the table, 'case few more of these turn up. We'll call you if we need back up." Sam nodded and sat down to check through the table's settings while Jack slowly sunk into the chair next to him. There was a hint of disappointment in the young angel's eyes, but he didn't disagree with Dean. He knew that the older Winchester didn't fully trust him and that he had to keep his head down to earn that trust back.

Castiel and Dean left the war room in direction of their respective rooms to gather their belongings for the trip. Once they were out of earshot, Castiel leaned over to Dean. "What do you think this means?" Dean shook his head in response. "I've got no idea, but it can't be good."

The explosion of light faded just as quickly as it had started. Your eyes took a moment to adjust. Black spots danced in your field of vision and there was a penetrating ringing sound in your ears. You moaned and held your head as you stumbled around while your body tried to recover. Slowly, the ringing faded away to a barely noticeable hum and your vision cleared up too.

Once you could clearly see, you stood up straight. Your brain took a moment to register what your subconscious had picked up on within nano-seconds: something was wrong. Where just a moment ago Elijah, Freya and Klaus had stood, there was no one. Hayley and Jackson were gone from your side as well. Even the witch wasn't there. Athea's disappearance was somewhat comforting - after all, that had been the goal all along - but your stomach churned at the sight of the empty spots where your family and friends should have been.

Did the spell transport all of them? you wondered while temporarily frozen in place. It was like your body had to catch up to what your brain was processing. A slow sensation of panic crept up your spine and filled your limbs with an unpleasant tingling sensation. This hadn't been part of the plan. They weren't all supposed to disappear. Just Athea. "Okay, breathe," you told yourself and forced yourself to follow your own order. You took a few deep breaths and unclenched the fists that your hands had formed into, stretching out your fingers a couple of times before you quickly shook your shoulders loose. You can figure this out.

For a lack of a better option, you head towards the entrance of the alley. Perhaps they got thrown back by the power of the spell, you mused. After all, you'd been further away from Athea and the siblings. That didn't explain Hayley and Jackson's disappearance, but you figured you had to start somewhere.

Your legs were still a bit wobbly, presumably from both the near-death experience of choking on magical vapor as well as being light-bombed. You took it slow, taking your time with each step until you were sure that you wouldn't keel over. The extra time it cost you to reach the entry of the alleyway gave you plenty opportunity to inspect your surroundings for any clues about where your people might have disappeared to. You looked around for any signs of foul play while the never-ending feeling that something, something just wasn't right nagged at you. Something was off.

That's when it hit you.

Your stomach lurched as you reached the entrance of the alley where you'd carried out your big plan and you realized what exactly was wrong. There had been spray paint on the wall behind where Klaus had tackled Athea to the floor. Nothing groundbreaking, just a tag someone had quickly sprayed on the bricks. Now, however, the wall was bare. It was still the same old brick wall, covered in specks of dirt here and there, but there was no spray paint on it. The stack of boxes that you'd almost knocked over was also missing. It should have been to your left, but it wasn't. In fact, there wasn't a single card-box in sight. The alleyway wasn't exactly 'clean', but it wasn't nearly as packed with litter and trash as it had been just a few moments ago.

"No... no, no, no, no." Your whisper grew more panicked with each syllable. The faint humming sound in your ears picked back up as your blood began to rush through your body again. Panic rose in your chest and tightened its grip until you felt like you couldn't breathe, oxygen be damned.

The spell had worked. They had successfully sent someone to an alternate universe, just like they had planned. It just wasn't Athea who'd been transported from one universe to another.

It was you.

Elijah experienced the finale of their plan take place on various levels. He heard Freya cast the last piece of the incantation. He felt it, too, the energy that flowed through his and his brothers arm into Freya, their conduct for the spell. Once his sister spoke the final words he felt a massive tug on his lifeforce, taking a piece so big that if he wasn't immortal, he was sure he wouldn't have survived it. They had known that the spell they had found was ancient, dark magic. The scripture had made vague points about how costly it was, but they had been sure that with his and Klaus' energy combined, they'd be able to supply Freya with all the mana that was required for the incantation to work. Still, the final piece of the cut into him with a kind of force that he'd never experienced before. It forced him to his knees and weakened his senses all at once.

Elijah didn't know if his vision blurred or if it was the air around him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Klaus go down as well. Almost the same second the energy was sucked out of him, he felt it in the air around him, charged and ready to explode at the slightest spark. He moaned, unable to move. His hand was stuck to his sister's shoulder through her magic. It felt like it had fused to Freya and they were now linked together for eternity, hand to shoulder and shoulder to hand. The energy around him grew denser and pressed on him, it trickled over his skin and left sizzling trails.

Elijah's muscles spasmed under the electric force and he groaned. A buzzing sound had built in the back of his head and was now stretching toward his frontal lobe, where it pressed against the bone of his skull from the inside. He thought his head might explode until suddenly, everything became very still, like the quiet before a storm. It lasted for about a nano-second until the energy that had condensed around him blew up and drenched the world in light until all he could see was white.

When he came to, Elijah was on the ground. Pieces of pebble were piercing through his skin where it had become exposed from his suit shifting. The buzzing sound had given away to a ringing in his ears and the growing pressure on his skull was gone. Instead it was replaced by a booming hammering sensation that sent rhythmic thrills of pain through his head. He groaned and shifted his weight so he could sit up. His eyes were still sensitive to the light and he had to partially shield them so that he could see anything, despite the light in the alley having returned to normal.

He first saw Freya. She was down on her hands and knees, shaking and panting. Next to her was Niklaus, who seemed to be recovering from the same ordeal as Elijah; the spell had knocked him out flat as well.

Elijah's gaze drifted forward. He felt the area under his eyes trickle as anger shot through him. There, hunched against the wall, lay Athea. She seemed to have been knocked back into the bricks by the force of the spell as blood was running down from the back of her head. Elijah smelled it, but it wasn't the reason for his vamp face to come to the surface. It was his anger, mixed with frustration. Clearly, the spell had worked. They'd paid the price for sure. He couldn't be killed, but he felt like he was just about as close to dying as he could be as an immortal.

So why was she still here? What had gone wrong?

He rose to his feet, fueled by anger, frustration and worry. Athea may temporarily be blacked out, but she would soon come to and he knew what she'd do then. He staggered over to the witch and grabbed her by the hair to pull her close. He was tempted to rip into her throat right then and there, to watch her lifeforce spill out of her and form a puddle beneath her useless body. But he knew it was no use. The Mikaelsons had learned soon enough that Athea had set herself up good and made sure that she couldn't be killed. Not for long, anyway. She always came back.

Elijah snarled and pushed her head back, appalled by the woman in front of him. She'd caused him and his family so much pain over the last few months and he wanted to see her pay for it. This spell had been their last hope. He had no idea what he was going to do now. How he was going to protect his family, or Hayley. How he was going to protect you.

"What... what happened?" Freya coughed behind him and crawled over to them.

"It didn't work! That's what happened!" Klaus shouted, his voice full of fury. His brother had always had a temper, but this time, Elijah felt it was justified.

"It did work, Klaus. You felt it. The spell worked. I don't understand why she's still here." Freya crawled closer to inspect Athea's unconscious body.

"Clearly, it bloody didn't! This was all for nothing!" Klaus' rage was boiling and he took it out on the wall in front of him. His fist left a cracked imprint on the bricks.

"Niklaus," Elijah warned. Niklaus' anger may have been justified, but there was no time for antics. They had to come up with a plan and they had to do it now.

"Elijah?" Hayley's voice was tinged with fear. He began to turn around to console her. "It's alright, Hayley, we'll find a w-" He abruptly stopped when he spotted the gap between Hayley and Jackson. Both of them were still standing as if they'd just been holding you up a second ago, each of them with a raised arm that had been looped through yours. Elijah got up and walked over to them as if in trance.

"Where's Y/N?" he asked. Neither Hayley nor Jackson answered him. They had no answer. Elijah rolled his sleeves up as if getting ready for battle. It was a subconscious move, a displacement activity. He felt the gnawing feeling of panic set in in his stomach.

"Hayley. Where's Y/N?" he repeated in a calm, quiet demeanor. His auto-pilot was taking over. Hayley looked at him and he saw the shock and fear in her eyes. "She... Elijah, she disappeared..." she whispered as tears welled in her eyes.

Elijah stumbled back as if her words had struck him in the face.

"No... no..." Freya was coming up behind him and stared at the spot between the two wolfs where you had been standing just a few moments ago. "But... that's impossible! It's not possible! The spell was customized to Athea, not Y/N!"

"Freya." Although Elijah said her name like a statement, the unspoken question hung in the air. His sister turned to look at him. Fear and confusion were battling for dominance on her face. "Elijah, I don't know what happened. It's not possible. None of the words I said even remotely referred to Y/N. I have no idea how..." She trailed off. Then laughter came from behind them.

"You fools! I told you you were making a grave mistake! Ha ha ha!" Athea cackled as they turned around to her. Blood was still running from her mouth and her face appeared sunken in, with dark circles forming under her eyes. She continued to laugh while she occasionally sputtered and coughed up more blood.

Klaus was the first to react. He whooshed over to her side and grabbed her by the scalp. "What did you do, you useless bitch?" he snarled at her, but Athea just kept on laughing.

"Did you really think I was going to walk into your trap like that?" Athea sneered at Klaus as a red line trickled from her mouth. Again she coughed and spat out more blood.

"No... how...?" Freya's eyes widened in shock as she registered the meaning behind Athea's words. She'd known all along what they had been up to and had somehow... what? Manipulated the spell? "A spell of this character can't be manipulated! She doesn't have the power! I needed you two to even try to pull it off and even then we weren't sure it was gonna work. There's no way she could have altered it on her own." Freya was thinking out loud while she paced around.

"Then how did she do it? Did she have help?" Jackson's rusty voice cut in. He looked around as if he anticipated a line of enemies to come out of hiding at any second and attack them.

"I don't think so. A circle to back her up would have needed to be massive and they'd have needed to be physically attached to her, like Klaus and Elijah touched me. No, she..." Again, Freya trailed off and hesitated for a moment, then she quickly walked over to Athea.

Their enemy witch looked worse by the second. Her skin had taken on a greyish tone and the circles under her eyes had turned a dark purple. Her face, however, still had a stoic, defiant expression all over it. Freya knelt in front of her and grabbed the sorceress by the shoulder. "How did you do it? How did you hijack the spell? That's the only way you could've done it!" she shouted and shook the woman in front of her. The commotion caused Athea to cough again and blood splattered across her chest. She gave Freya a crimson red smile. "Wouldn't you like to know, Freya Mikaelson."

Klaus wrapped a hand around Athea's throat and squeezed slightly. "Tell us what you did, or I'll rip your head off right here and now." His fingers pressed into her throat with more force now, visibly obstructing the witch's airflow. She gasped for air but still... smiled. "Don't waste your strength on me, Niklaus. My time has come anyway." She gasped and coughed again before she continued. "I knew what you had planned and I knew I didn't have enough power to stop the spell. I knew my time in this world was coming to an end, but I wasn't going to go without a fight." She wheezed and the air in her lungs rattled and blubbered. "What did you do!" Klaus shook her by the throat as his voice echoed through the alleyway.

"I hijacked the spell," Athea replied hoarsely and gave another of her bloody smiles. There was a sense of triumph in voice. "But how?" Freya implored. She had no idea how a spell of this character could be manipulated, let alone hijacked. Unless... Athea cackled. "A good witch never reveal's all her secrets. Isn't that what the mortals say?" Klaus tightened his grip on Athea's throat and pushed her up the wall. Her entire weight was now on Klaus' grip around her neck; her feet dangled a few inches above the ground. "There's nothing good about you, you old crone," he growled. "Enough chitchat. Tell us what you did, or I'll rip you apart limb by limb, no matter how many times it takes until you sing." The witch didn't reply. She gasped for air, but her hands didn't claw at Klaus' hand like any other person might've done. Below them, Freya knelt down and inspected the ground. She soon found what she was looking for and rubbed a pinch of the black powder between her fingers.

"Klaus." The hybrid didn't relent his grip on Athea's throat, so Freya started again. "Klaus, it's no use. She's dying anyway." "Whatever do you mean?" Elijah approached the three of them from behind. Hayley and Jackson followed on his heel. "Just what I said. She's dying." His sister held out her hand to him and showed him the black stains. "When I was still with Daliah, she once told me about the myth about the fruit of the tree of life. Supposedly you could use its dried remnants to redirect any spell or curse thrown at you with ease, but no one had found a fruit in centuries. It was presumed to have gone extinct." Freya gestured over to Athea as she continued. "I have no idea how she got one... but this is what she must have used to redirect the spell to Y/N."

"Okay, great, that's one question answered. But why is she dying? I thought she couldn't die?" Hayley defensively crossed her arms in front of her chest. "She can't, not in a traditional way. But this spell is so old and so powerful, it overwrites any other spell. It becomes the default setting. Any power that she invested into enchantments to secure her life must have been redirected into our incantation, to uphold her end of the bargain, so to say. She traded Y/N for herself. Even if she only hijacked the spell and didn't try to counter it, it must have cost massive amounts of mana." The Mikaelson witch paused and briefly looked down. "So much, in fact, that all of her previous enchantments weren't enough. So she's paying with her life."

"Aren't you a clever little witch. It's a pity Dahlia lost control over you. We could have benefited from a clever one like y-" Athea was abruptly cut off when Elijah zoomed over to her and ripped off her head. It fell to the ground with a soft thump and rolled a couple of times before coming to a halt a few feet away from its previous body.

"Freya," Elijah said as he got his handkerchief out and cleaned a few bloody stains from his hand. "Tell me you know how to bring Y/N back, now that you've discovered the reason for this... mishap." The threat in his voice wasn't meant for his sister. He'd stared at the bodiless head on the ground as he had spoken.

"That's just it, brother. I have no idea."

A/N: It's here! I'm so excited! 🥳 This was so much fun to write and I can't wait to get started on the next chapter. This one got kind of long, but I felt that that was necessary to set the whole story up properly. The next chapter(s) might not be as long 😅 Depending on how much time I can find in the next days it should be up by next week.

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Request: Love Fool!

@catmikaelson20 asked: hello could you make a yandere Klaus Mikaelson soft, quite romantic.

Klaus Mikaelson. The Original Hybrid. The man who believes that love is nothing but their greatest weakness… who swore to himself he would never allow himself to have that weakness, is now realising that maybe it is not his choice. There was nothing that could prepare him for Y/N. His Y/N! The fact is there has never been anything or anyone he wants more than he wants Y/N… not even his Hybrids. It was her that made him see that maybe love could be as much of a strength as it could be a weakness. All he knows is that he needs her and wants her, even if she doesn’t know it at this moment she will be his and no one will ever stand in his way or stop him! To Y/N, Klaus is nothing but charming. It seems he always knows how to make her smile with little to no effort. It was the small things like giving her a flower, or the small drawings and sketches he would give her. Those were her favourite gifts from him, as much as she loves the fancy gifts that he seems to shower her with, those aren’t the ones she loves the most. But, she shows her appreciation by at least wearing them. Her favourite being a beautiful Diamond Bracelet that Klaus told her that he had stolen from a Princess. Klaus loves to spoil Y/N and it amuses his siblings greatly, the moment that his siblings realised he would do anything for Y/N and just how deep he was in love with her was when Klaus return home pouting and apologised to his siblings for his misgivings about love, but also his treatment towards them.

The Mystic Gang on the other hand thought that Klaus had an obsession with Caroline Forbes, but they have another thing coming with the level and the length he will go just to make Y/N smile. Let alone what he would do to sweep her off her feet. The funny thing is that Klaus didn’t even notice in the beginning, he just thought he fancied her and it was nothing more or less than lust. However, the more time went on the more he was willing to accept that it wasn’t just a passing crush but more… with this his obsession over Y/N begins to grow. However, the thing is it’s not just an obsession, it also his possessiveness over her. He becomes possessive over her time and attention.

Klaus despises Damon and Stefan, but what he loathes is when he sees them around his Y/N… his girl and what makes it worse is that he knows that the Salvatore’s and the Mystic Gang are trying to keep him away from her and that was something he will never allow. He would do anything and everything to those who try to keep him from what is his. His siblings had learnt that the hard way, they had been on the end of those silver daggers one too many times for trying to interfere with Klaus’ obsession to break the curse, but all of them could see this was a whole new level of obsession that even they had never seen. It scared them, because they knew if they tried to interfere it wouldn’t be a dagger to the heart Klaus might possibly look for something a little more permanent. But, also this level of obsession from him made them a little uncomfortable.

Klaus was sat thinking about when he first saw Y/N, it was at the Mystic Grill and it was the way she smiled at him that was the thing that drew him in. There was no hatred in her eyes or annoyance at him, a look that was always present in Carolines eyes. It didn’t matter how attracted to him Caroline was, it was clear she couldn’t look past his many indiscretions. Not that he could blame her, but this was something else. He knew that everyone had warned her about him and who he is and all the awful things he had done, but it was clear she didn’t listen to them… it would only be later when he asked her why she didn’t hate him at the beginning when her friends warned her about him, that she would tell him that she likes to form her own opinion on people.

Klaus swirled his drink in his glass as he thought about another memory with his precious Y/N. She had always found him interesting and she loved to talk to him and learn more about him and the lives that he had lived. She wanted to know more about the time periods and if what was said in the history books true and who better to ask than someone who had lived it. Sometimes she would talk to Elijah about it too, she would be curled into Klaus’ side seeking warmth as she would talk with his siblings. Even if her attention wasn’t on him, it would always make him smile because she would be playing with his fingers, or tracing patterns on his arm unconsciously. “Nik tell me more about the 20s.” Y/N had a dreamy look in her eyes it was the look he knew well. He wished he could take her back in time and show her the world. “It was magical and you would’ve loved it. Everything was off limits and it just made it all the more fun.” Klaus grinned at her making Y/N giggle a little. “Girls in flappers dresses dancing until they couldn’t walk, the booze and singing. I only wish you were there in Chicago in the 20s.” “I wish so too. Though I don’t think I would be having much fun with the Ripper.” Y/N snorted softly, making Klaus chuckle at her words.

As the memory fades, so does his smile. He thought back to what had just happened early that day. Y/N was out and about running errands. She had been living with him, but she still had to move the last of her things in and she refused to let him help her much to his annoyance. Klaus had tried to call her, but she didn’t pick up and that was very unlike her and it raised some warning sirens in his head and it was when the message came through that he began to see red.

Hey, Elena, Damon and Stefan aren’t letting me go. They think that you are compelling me and that you are in love with Caroline and are just using me to get to her. I know that isn’t true, but they are refusing to let me leave. I’m so sorry. Xxx

Klaus was fuming and raced out of the Manor and speed straight to the Salvatore residence bursting through the door to see the woman he loves, his Y/N in the hands of the incompetent Bennet Witch with the gang all standing around a ferocious snarl leaves his lips. Speeding around the room at a speed that none of them had ever seen before Klaus snapped the vampires necks and knocked out the humans harshly, not truly caring about the damage that he had done to them. Klaus decided it was time to make a call and called for both Elijah and Rebekah. “I need you to bring back the Salvatore’s, the Gilbert’s and the Bennett Witch back to the Manor and hang them in the dungeons.” Klaus snarled, but quickly moved over to his love and his siblings watched him as he moved some hair out of her face and stroked her cheek. “I will fix whatever that witch bitch did to you my love.” Klaus had put her in his bed and got the remaining of his Hybrids to bring the rest of her things back to the Manor, he wasn’t going to risk anything else happening to her and then after this he was going to talk to her about her thoughts on immortality and spending the rest of eternity and beyond with him. When he got to the top of the stairs that led down to the basement, where his torture dungeon was he was met by his siblings. “What are you going to do?” Rebekah looked at her brother unsure. She may not like any of the Save Elena Squad, but she wasn’t sure they deserve the wrath of her brother. After all, they thought they were saving their friend from the wicked Hybrids control. “I am going to teach them what happens when they try and take what is mine from me.” Klaus’ eyes darken and Rebekah took a step back, it was the look he would get before he would dagger one of them. Klaus took pleasure in the screams he drew out from them. There screams and begging made him smile, this was there reminded to not touch his Y/N and it was a lesson for them to learn what happens when you try to hurt or take what is his.

“Nik?” Y/N’s voice pulls him out of his memories as his head snaps to where she had been sleeping curled on his bed. A sigh of relief leaves his lips and he speeds over to her holding her face in his hands. “I was so worried.” Klaus murmured softly. “I’m sorry. Elena asked to see me and I thought she wanted to catch up and then it became this massive thing and they were saying all these horrible things about you Nik.” Y/N said quickly tears filling her eyes. “But, before I could do anything Bonnie came in and it all went blank.” “Do worry my love, they will never hurt you again. You are safe with me.” Klaus said climbing into bed next to her and pulling her close feeling her relax against him. What she didn’t know won’t hurt her, they wouldn’t be able to tell her what he had done to them because of their actions and Klaus would never tell her the lengths he would go for her. “Let’s just stay here for today and watch some films and cuddle.” Klaus smiles as she nods and places a loving kiss on her forehead.

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I would love a Klaus request for Klaus x fem! Where a witch puts a curse on y/n so that blood can not heal you and you get hurt used as a pawn between the vampires and witches. But Davina is a good friend to y/n so she lifts the curse and Klaus heals you before its too late <3

His Peace

I hope this is what you wanted. It’s short and sweet🤍 I know you said fem but it turns out GN without me realizing it.

Paring: Klaus Mikaelson x GN!reader

Warnings: none? Grammar errors probably

A human living in New Orleans was a bad idea. You moved here under the impression of a safe new environment but then you met Davina, your best friend. She did her best to keep you away from life after explaining the supernatural world but Klaus found out about you, you were his bait.

You didn’t fight much, you stayed quiet most of the time in the room Klaus trapped you in. It was filled with old books that didn’t excite you but it was all you had. You didn’t understand the point of your entrapment as he treated you well, you were just leverage.

“I hope your stay is well,” Klaus said as he opened the door.

You look up at him, “would be better if I had some comfy clothes instead of 3-day-old jeans.” You say with distaste, not bothered by Klaus's presence.

Klaus couldn’t understand you. He walks back out confused by you. You weren’t afraid of him like most people were. Klaus comes back with a pair of sweats and a sweater, “why aren’t you afraid?” He asks.

You look at him, “I’ve seen far darker things than this Niklaus. You’ve treated me better than most men I’ve met in my life.” You tell him then looking at the clothes, “thank you.” You say softly.

“Care to explain further?” He requested.

“Care to let me go home?” You questioned him.

That was four years ago, now Klaus was the love of your life.

Klaus cherished you, you were his saving grace. Since you came into his life, his attitude changed for the better. He stopped the plotting and scheming of witches, wanting nothing more than to have a safe life with you.

But that didn’t mean Klaus didn’t have any more enemies. Unknowingly, witches put a curse on you, not able to heal with the blood of a vampire, then you go missing one day, waking up chained in a cell in the cemetery of New Orleans. “What do you want?” You ask weakly. Unable to move, or breathe. You were slowly dying.

It seems the witches weren’t done with Klaus, using you as a pawn. It sends him into a frenzy, demanding everyone to look for you, Elijah and Davina find you but it’s nearing the end for you. Blood drains from you, you're too weak. Elijah forces the blood in your throat but to no avail, you don’t heal, “why isn’t this working!” Elijah yells.

“It seems they've been cursed, only the act of a black object can loft the curse.” A witch taunts Elijah. Davina looks up, tears pooling in her eyes, and she’s angry.

She kills the witch on the spot. “Take em to my home,” Davina yells. Klaus meets Elijah there, and soon after Davina is there searching her room for her black object, the only one she keeps. She finds it, a small silver dagger.

Klaus holds your limp body, your heart slows by the minute. Davina rips off your necklace and places the dagger over it. She whispers the spell, even Klaus and Elijah can’t hear.

Klaus began to cry, lose tears fall from his face landing onto your face. “It’s done,” Davina says. In an instant, Klaus shoves his bleeding wrist in your mouth. The blood trickled down your throat. Klaus is sobbing.

Davina watching in shock, the love Klaus holds for you is true, she’s always hated him for what he has done, never supporting this relationship but now, she holds nothing but respect for him, watching as he cries for you to come back. She shared a glance with Elijah, he thinks the same.

Slowly, the color returns to your face, and you began coughing violently. Klaus holds you against his chest, patting your back lightly like he would a child. Davina lets out a breath of air, relieved to see you breathing.

Klaus tightly holds onto you, as if you would walk away from him, he never wanted to let you go. “Nik?” You asked, your voice hoarse.

“You're alright love, I’m here, your okay.” He says rocking you back and forth. You cry into his chest holding onto him tightly.

Klaus makes a decision right there that you two are leaving this town, your life is far too precious to be in a place like this. He can’t afford to lose the love of his life. His future, you are his peace.

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Girls Night Pt. 2

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Fem!Reader, Mikaelsons x Fem!Reader (Platonic)

Summary: A week after the bar incident, Klaus has been giving you the silent treatment. You’re on a mission to find out why.

Warnings: Childish Behavior From a Grown Man, A Touch of Angst, Implied Smut

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: The awaited part two of Girls Night is here. I hope everyone enjoys it!!! Thank you all so much for reading!

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Part 1

A heavy sigh escapes your lips as you sit in the library with Elijah, waiting for him to acknowledge you. He moves his gaze from the book he is reading– a hint of a smirk on his lips– and looks at you expectantly, “Yes, Y/N?”

It has been a week since the bar incident and Klaus has opted to ignore you. You have no idea why he is so angry with you, and you can’t ask him because he is giving you the silent treatment, so you select the sibling that knows him best to explain why you have gotten on his bad side.

“Why is Klaus mad at me?” you ask the elder Mikaelson– lips jutted out in a pout, hoping to garner some sympathy. However, your secret weapon against Klaus does not work as well on Elijah, and he returns his gaze to his novel, saying “That is something you have to ask Niklaus.”

A frown tugs at your lips as that was not the response you were hoping to receive. “Well, I would if he wasn’t so busy ignoring me,” you say with a huff, crossing your arms over your chest like a petulant child. “I apologize for my brother’s behavior, but I am afraid I can not give you the answer you are searching for,” Elijah says with finality– eyes still glued to the book in his hand. He knows exactly why Klaus has been disregarding your presence, in fact, everyone who lives in the compound knows why he is behaving this way– everyone but you. They will never tell you though in fear of being on the wrong side of those silver daggers.

“Fine,” you huff out, rising from your seat and leaving for the dining room where you hear Kol and Rebekah arguing. “Why is Klaus ignoring me?” you ask the two siblings as soon as you enter the room, creating an instant silence. They glance at random spots in the ornately decorated dining room, avoiding your gaze, as they refrain from answering your question. “Oh for the love of God, can someone please answer my question?” you exasperate– your arms thrown in the air to further convey your frustration.

“It’s really quite obvious, darling,” Kol starts, tired of the ridiculousness of this situation; however, before he can continue, Rebekah silences him.

"Rebekah!" you cry out, throwing a glare her way. She simply shrugs with a satisfied grin, saying "Consider it revenge."

With Freya still out for the day, you realize you only have two options left: continue playing this childish game with the Original Hybrid or confront him. “Fuck it,” you mutter under your breath before you call for the hybrid, storming towards his art room.

It’s your turn to be angry. If Klaus is going to dismiss your existence for a week, the least he can do is tell you why. You find him– back turned– painting harsh strokes onto his canvas. You would normally take the time to admire him as he worked, loving to watch the artist in action, but you were too furious to care about Klaus’s newest masterpiece.

“You’ve got some explaining to do,” you inform the Mikaelson, marching up to his side. His gaze remains focused on the canvas before him– the subtle shift in his brushstroke being the only indication he heard you. You stare up at Klaus expectantly, waiting for a response, but he continues as if you are not in the room. An incredulous scoff leaves your lips at his behavior, you would think you’re engaging with a six-year-old child and not a man who is over a thousand years old. If this is how he wants to conduct himself, then you’ll just have to take matters into your own hands. Muttering a spell, you wave your arms, halting Klaus’s movements and turning him to face you.

"Y/N, release me," he says, uttering his first words to you this week. "Not until you tell me why you've been ignoring me," you reply stubbornly, crossing your arms over your chest.

He glares down at you and you glare right back— unrelenting. When two minutes of silence pass, you groan out in frustration, "God, you are so stubborn."

"If you don't answer me right now, I will force it out of you," you threaten him, you both knowing your threat is not empty. A few more moments of silence pass, and you begin to think he won't answer when a sigh leaves his lips, giving in because the only person more stubborn than Klaus Mikaelson is you.

"Fine, love, if you must know. I was jealous," he says so quietly that if you weren't a vampire, you wouldn't have heard him.

Laughter erupts from you at the absurdity of his claim and this entire situation. Niklaus Mikaelson, the over a thousand-year-old Original Hybrid, ignored you for a week because he was jealous of some drunk man at a bar who meant absolutely nothing to you. The whole thing was hysterically childish. Not to mention, you were only dancing with the poor soul because you were attempting to get over said hybrid.

"Do not laugh at me."

"You're right. I'm sorry," you say, nodding your head as you catch your breath. Once you've calmed yourself, you enlighten the Mikaelson with your thoughts on the situation, "It's just, I can't believe you, Klaus Mikaelson, were jealous. Especially of some random drunkard at a bar."

"Yes, well, contrary to popular belief, I do have feelings," he informs you– a hint of a pout on his lips. You smile, shaking your head, still amused by the circumstances.

"Now that I've answered your question, love, will you let me go?"

"Right. Sorry," you apologize and undo your spell, allowing him to move freely again. "Just out of curiosity, why were you jealous?" you ask– head tilted as you watch him freeze, dread filling the hybrid. He had hoped you wouldn't ask that question and just leave things be, but of course, as the naturally curious person you are, you did and now he is going to have to reveal his decades-long secret to you. "Is that Hope?" he asks, looking in the direction of the little girl’s bedroom.

You give him a pointed look, crossing your arms over your chest. “Nice try, but Hayley took Hope to the bayou for the weekend,” you tell the hybrid, catching him in his lie. “That’s right, she did. I wonder how they’re doing,” he muses, attempting to maneuver himself out of the conversation. You raise an eyebrow at him, deadpanning his name, making the hybrid sigh. He has run out of excuses and distractions and has no other choice but to face his fear head-on. Taking a deep breath to steel himself, Klaus turns to you, grabbing your hands and looking deep into your eyes. Your heart races at the connection– your mind reeling with the intimacy of it all.

“Y/N, I love you. I have for quite some time now.”

You stare incredulously at the hybrid, unable to speak or move, the shock overwhelming you. “Y/N?” Klaus calls, perturbed by your silence. “What?” you breathe out, your voice nothing but a whisper. You are unsure if you heard the Original Hybrid correctly, or if you misinterpreted his words.

“I love you,” Klaus tells you again, his voice wavering in uncertainty. Regret for ever unveiling his affections for you quickly begin eating at him– wrongfully interpreting your shock as the rejection he had feared all these years.

A smile breaks out across your lips as you process the words that were just spoken. Klaus Mikaelson, the man you have fallen in love with and pined after for over twenty years, has just confessed his love for you. You are so overwhelmed by the joy of knowing your decades-long unrequited love has been requited that you hurl yourself at the Mikaelson– arms curling around his neck– and slam your lips against his. You pour every bit of passion that has been brewing inside of you for the past two decades into the kiss, letting him know just how strongly you love him. When you finally break away from one another, you voice a confirmation of the love you just declared in your kiss.

“Finally!” the two of you hear from the other side of the art room’s door. Klaus speeds over, opening the door to reveal all of the Mikaelson siblings who have been anxiously awaiting this moment for as long as you and Klaus have. “You guys knew!” you exclaim incredulously– surprised they have been keeping this secret from you. “I’m afraid it was quite obvious, my dear,” Elijah responds, the rest of the siblings nodding in agreement.

“And none of you thought to tell me,” you exasperate, frustrated that they let you suffer for so long. “And be daggered for the next century! I love you Y/N, but not that much,” Kol defends his actions and you nod in understanding. From what you’ve heard about being in those coffins, it is not an experience you would want to face either.

"Alright, let's give the new couple some space," Freya says, pushing the rest of the Mikaelson clan down the hall. "I do hope you wait till we're out of the house, first," Kol says cheekily– your face beginning to redden. "Alright, that's enough of that," Klaus announces, closing the door on his family.

He looks at you– a radiant smile on his lips, having never been happier, with the exception of Hope’s birth, than in this moment. “So, you love me?” you ask the hybrid– a smile on your lips as you’re still reveling in the joy that your love for Klaus is reciprocated.

“Yes, love. Let me show you how much.”

With those words, Klaus carries you to his bedroom and shows you just how good two decades of sexual tension and romantic frustration feels.

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