A/N: Thank you so much for your reviews/support.
Abridged summaries:
1. Drabble set in the same universe as Partners in Crime (Ch. 10) and Punishment I, II, and III, (Ch. 14, 21, and 28). An explanation for Klaus's nicknames for Caroline.
2. Some asshole is late returning the DVD Caroline wants, and then has the audacity to (almost) buy the last box of Cheezits. Hint: That asshole is Klaus.
3. Caroline sexts the wrong person (and it turned out so right...).
Enjoy!
-Angie
In the latest punishment Drabble you outlined the different names Klaus has for Caroline, what about a story that has all of the different situations in it for the names. Also, I want to thank you for all the writing you do. I knew it takes up a lot of your time, but your dedication is very much appreciated. And I have no idea if the request actually makes sense, sorry if it doesn't
Sweetheart:
"Klaus?" Caroline called, finally locating him in his study where he was silently reading through a pile of papers.
He looked up when he heard her enter, and smiled as she walked over, looking at the papers over his shoulder.
"What are you doing?" she asked curiously.
He made a face. "Taxes."
"Taxes?" she asked incredulously, making him grin.
"We own stock in a variety of companies, Sweetheart, you know that. The government keeps track of that sort of thing, and it's much easier to just go through the paperwork than keep track of compelling people and hacking into computer systems."
She snorted rather inelegantly. "Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go to a movie later. If you're busy, though…"
"No, not at all," he said, getting up and patting his pockets. "Have you seen my keys, by any chance?"
She couldn't help but break into giggles at the Original Hybrid having such a human problem. He seemed to understand where her thoughts went and gave her an unamused stare, which just made her laugh harder.
"Sorry, sorry," she said, through her giggles. "No, I haven't. I can look around, though, if you want."
"Thank you, Sweetheart," he said, pecking her quickly on the lips and squeezing her hand. "I just have a few things to take care of. I'll be ready in ten minutes."
He was halfway down the hall before he turned back around. "And we're not seeing the children's film with the puffy white robot."
"That's what you think," she said, grinning at him.
Caroline:
"It really isn't necessary to get to the cinema half an hour early, Caroline."
"But I want good seats," Caroline explained, unlocking her car (Klaus hadn't managed to locate his car keys, and she insisted that they'd be late if they didn't leave right that second) and getting in, fastening her seatbelt and waiting for Klaus to get into the passenger seat.
"It's three o'clock on a Tuesday. I don't think there will be many people there."
"But what if there are?"
Klaus just gave her an unimpressed stare, which she ignored in favor of pulling out of their driveway.
She reached out and pressed the "on" button for the audio player and started to hum along with the pop music playing on the radio. Klaus pressed the off button again.
"What was that for?"
"I hate the pop radio stations, Caroline. You know that."
"Yeah, because you're no fun," she said, shooting him a teasing smile.
He snorted. "That's not what you said last night."
"Where have you been hanging out? A high school locker room?"
Love:
The girl at the window looked up from her phone as they approached. "Two for Big Hero 6 at three, please," Caroline said cheerfully.
The girl in the window rang them up and Klaus pushed a $20 bill into to her hand. "Keep the change, love."
Caroline's lips twitched as she watched the girl visibly swoon, and she thanked her for the tickets before pulling Klaus inside.
"You know, it's really not very fair to those poor teenage girls to subject them to your accent like that. They might die of heart failure."
"Someone's jealous," he said, grinning.
"Oh, please. You wish I was jealous."
He shrugged and followed her to the concession stand. "Large popcorn with extra butter," Klaus said before Caroline could speak, making her glare at him.
Their opinions on buttered popcorn were not even close to similar.
The girl behind the counter obligingly poured them a bag though, with a few extra squeezes from the butter pump.
"Thank you love," Klaus said, and Caroline rolled her eyes when she saw him add a wink for good measure.
My love:
"I've got a question for you, my love."
"What did you do?" Caroline asked immediately.
He gave her an offended glance. "What makes you think I did anything?"
Caroline just narrowed her eyes and he sighed. "Right then. Hypothetically, if I were to have forgotten that I had a call with the alpha of the werewolf pack in Boise in about fifteen minutes and we had to return home, how angry would you be?"
"I don't know. I'd have to actually be in the situation to know," she said dryly, putting a piece of popcorn in her mouth.
"All right. It's not all that hypothetical."
She glared at him. "I'm not angry so much as irritated."
"Well, we do need to go home."
"Can't you just go by yourself and send a minion to pick me up later?"
"You still want to see the movie?"
"Um. Yeah," Caroline said, giving him an incredulous look.
Of course she still wanted to see the movie. She'd read the reviews, okay? She knew it was good.
"I'll see you when you get home then," he said, giving her a soft kiss. "I really am sorry, my love."
"Yeah, yeah. Go do your meeting."
Greedy Girl:
"I love seeing you like this: bent over with your legs spread wide for me," Klaus said quietly, trailing a finger down the back of her thigh, making her moan. "Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Yes, Master Mikaelson," she panted as he ghosted the tip of his finger over her clit.
"Beg me, greedy girl."
"Please fuck me, Master Mikaelson. I want your cock in me so badly. Please fuck me and make me come."
"How much do you want me inside you?" he asked, his finger rubbing harder, making her wriggle and moan, dangling so close to the edge that she could almost taste it.
"I'll do whatever you want, Master Mikaelson. Please, just fuck me. Make me come."
"Whatever I want, greedy girl?"
"Yes," she panted, rolling her hips against his fingers.
"I want you to apologize for what you did today."
"I'm sorry, Master Mikaelson. I shouldn't have given you the silent treatment because you'd forgotten you had a prior engagement when you agreed to take me out."
"That's right, you shouldn't have."
"I'm sorry," she said again, hoping she sounded sincere enough that he'd fuck her already because she was sick and tired of waiting.
"Good girl," he said quietly, hooking his fingers just so and brushing his thumb over her clit, making her come apart in his arms.
Drabble request : reached for the last snack/item at the same time au + "which asshole hasn't returned the dvd I want yet" au
"What do you mean you don't have it?"
"Well, ma'am, whoever checked it out last week hasn't returned it yet. I'm sorry for the inconvenience."
Caroline's eye twitched. She was nineteen, not even close to ma'am. She knew that later she was going to feel like a huge bitch for how she was treating the girl at the register, but fucking come on. She was this close to ordering the movie online.
And she had the shittiest internet known to man (because living in the middle of Bumfuck Nowhere, Virginia did not lend itself well to internet).
Or cell service.
It also had video rental places (because apparently people here hadn't heard of netflix?).
She was here for the summer to stay with her Grandmother, and she was so ready to go home. She huffed. "Well, would it be possible to call me when it's returned?"
"Yes. I can put it on hold for you."
"Thanks."
She gave the girl her name and phone number and turned to leave, bumping into the guy behind her, who put a hand on her shoulder to steady her. "Easy, love. Where's the fire?"
"Sorry," she apologized quickly, moving to walk past him.
She heard the girl at the register ask how she could help the guy, and he responded that he was here to return The Avengers.
Her goddamn DVD.
That she'd been waiting for longer than a week.
"Seriously?" she asked, rounding on the guy, who was pulling out the DVD and his wallet to pay the late fee.
He just raised an eyebrow.
"I have been waiting for that goddamn movie to get returned for eight days. Eight. Days. That's five days more than the allotted time to rent a movie."
"I'm aware of that, hence why I'm paying a late fee."
She huffed and waited for him to be done before marching up to the counter, pulling out her credit card and slamming it down on the counter, holding out her palm expectantly.
She heard him laughing as the bell rang when he closed the door of the store behind him.
Ugh. What an asshole.
XXX
Her Grandmother was in bed, and she'd let the dog out just to make sure she wouldn't be interrupted. Everything was ready for her movie night...Except that she'd forgotten to stop at the grocery store.
And she was really craving some Cheezits right now.
She grabbed her keys and headed out to the car, pulling into the local grocery store's parking lot within minutes. The small town store wasn't stocked all that well, and she apparently had caught them the day before inventory, since they seemed to be out of a few things.
Her eyes lit up when she got to the boxed aisle, and she walked down to see a lone, rather dented cardboard box of Cheezits.
She licked her lips and snatched it off the shelf, dropping it when she heard a voice behind her.
"Hello again, love."
She turned around slowly to see That Asshole From the Video Store standing right behind her, giving her a dimpled smile, holding her Cheezits.
"Oh, it's you."
"Er-yes. It is."
She sniffed derisively and held out her hand expectantly. He gave her a completely contrived bewildered look.
"Give me those. I had them first."
"I know," he said, shrugging and walking towards the register.
"I wanted those."
"I'm sorry for your loss," he said dryly, setting the box on the rolling conveyer top behind a guy clutching a carton of ice cream and a box of tampons, who was typing boredly on his phone as the girl at the counter totaled his items.
"Give them back!"
"No," he said simply, his eye on the man who was paying and taking his plastic bag.
"I touched them first."
"Oh, are we using schoolyard rules? All right, then. Finder's keepers."
"Seriously? Ugh. You are such an ass."
"You've known me for about five seconds."
"Yeah, and I already know that you're an ass."
"Fine. I'll prove you wrong. You can have these."
"Thank you."
He held them out of her reach before she could take them (impressive, as he was only about three inches taller than her) and gave her another dimpled smile. "...If you tell me your name."
She rolled her eyes. "After you prevented me from renting my DVD for over a week? No thank you."
He shrugged. "Suit yourself," he said, handing the box to the girl at the register, who was looking between them, clearly trying not to laugh.
"Seriously. Those were mine."
"And now they're mine, unless you tell me your name."
She could tell him a fake one, and he wouldn't know the difference.
"Annie."
"Funny, you don't look like an Annie to me," he said, grinning.
"What do you mean?"
"You look more like a Caroline."
"Okay, first of all, what kind of mindgames are you playing, here? If you knew my name, why did you have to ask for it?"
"I wanted to know if you'd lie to me. You did, so these Cheezits are mine."
He was having entirely too much fun with this.
"Tell me how you know it."
"You gave your name to the girl at the register at the rental store so that she could put the DVD on hold for you."
"Do you have my number, too?" Caroline asked suspiciously.
"What do you take me for? A stalker?"
"Well I already know you're a thief," she mumbled.
"Ouch, love. That hurts."
She glared at him.
"Fine, I'll give you another deal. Go out with me on Friday, and you can have these," he said, waving the box in front of her.
She huffed. Was the prospect of satisfying her Cheezit cravings enough to make her go on a date with him? Well, he wasn't exactly hard on the eyes, and it was just one date.
She considered his offer as he handed over his card to pay for the box, signing the receipt and taking his copy. "Fine," she said primly.
He gave her another dimpled smile and handed her the box, leaving through the automatic doors.
"Would you like a bag, ma'am?" the girl at the register asked, pulling her back to the task at hand.
Cheezit buying.
"No, thanks."
"Have a good day," the woman said, pushing the receipt into her hand. Caroline nodded without thinking and left, before looking down at the receipt, where That Asshole From the Video Store had written his name (what the fuck kind of name was Klaus?) and his number.
I'll text you, he'd written under it.
The. Fucking. Nerve.
*I think I just sexted the wrong number, but OH HE'S HOT AF LET'S KEEP DOING THIS*!Klaroline AU.
Look, it wasn't her fault that K and L were right next to each other in the alphabet.
She stared at the picture she'd just sent to her no-strings-attached friend with benefits. Unfortunately, instead of reaching Tyler Lockwood, it had gone to the number her roommate Rebekah had put in her phone, simply saying that it was someone (apparently named 'Klaus') who had an emergency key and lived two miles away. She'd never met him, and to her knowledge he had no idea who she was.
And now said roommate's emergency contact (?) had seen her in an incredibly racy piece of lingerie.
She was about three seconds away from texting omigod so sorry, wrong number when she received a text back.
Who knew Rebekah's...contact...was hot.
Like, hot.
She bit her lip, contemplating her choices, almost immediately erasing the text she'd been about to send.
To sext, or not to sext? That was the question.
To what do I owe the pleasure, love?
Yep. To sext.
I think you mean to who do you owe the pleasure…
Yeah, it was cheesy, so sue her.
It's 'to whom,' actually, but I'll take it.
Oh, will you? ;)
I'll take you.
She stared at the phone screen in slight shock as another picture accompanied it. Abs. Abs for days.
Days.
She could deal with that.
She twisted her body slightly, snapping a photo from above at a different angle and sent it before she lost her nerve. Tell me.
Well, first I would peel that chemise off your body. As delectable as you look in it, I am sure that what is underneath is even more so, he texted back, quickly followed by, I would run my hands down your sides and cup your perfect breasts in my hands, tugging at your nipples with my teeth.
Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
She felt a stab of arousal hit her, and she could feel her breaths getting shallower. She pulled off the chemise carefully, maneuvering the camera expertly as she cupped her own breast, tugging at her nipple, keeping her face in shadow.
And then what?
I would scrape my teeth along your skin, stroking your clit with my fingers to see how soaking wet you are for me…
She moaned, letting her fingers trail down her body to find her clit, rubbing lightly.
Are you touching yourself, sweetheart?
She snapped another picture, trying to keep it as tasteful as possible (though she really didn't think anyone could possibly take a tasteful picture of their hand between their legs).
Yes, she texted back, before adding, Are you hard for me?
She licked her suddenly dry lips at the picture of tented pants that she received back from him.
Are you stroking yourself to pictures of me?
The reply was almost immediate. Yes.
Do you wish it was my hand wrapped around your cock?
Gods, yes.
She looked at the phone, contemplating whether she should just invite him over. Obviously Rebekah trusted him, so he couldn't be a serial killer.
If you come over I can show you just how good it would feel.
The response was, again, nearly instantaneous. Address?
She sent it off, deciding not to mention that she was Rebekah's roommate (it wasn't important, since the other girl was out for the night), adding another picture of her, her legs twisted through the sheets, blonde hair spilling all over the pillow.
I'll be there in five. You had better be ready to explain yourself.
She frowned at the response. 'Explain herself'? Maybe it was just a weird way of saying she should prepare for more dirty talk?
She wondered if she should text Rebekah and warn her about what happened. She had just begun contemplating redressing when she heard an insistent bang on the door, and she crept up to it slowly to look through the peephole.
There was Rebekah's Hot Emergency Contact, except he had a shirt on and he looked furious. "Open the door, Bekah."
Bekah?
Caroline grabbed a light robe and threw it on before returning to the door, where the man was still knocking insistently. "This isn't funny, Sister. I don't know what on earth possessed you to think that it was appropriate to sext me–"
Sister?
Caroline nearly started laughing. Granted, they were both blonde and he couldn't have seen her face, but good lord. She'd heard Rebekah's sexcapades in the next room occasionally, and her roommate most definitely had varied tastes, but as far as she knew, incest wasn't one of them.
Caroline schooled her face into a serious look before pulling the door open. "I am most definitely not your sister," she said plainly. "Rebekah's out for the night."
His eyes were raking up and down her form, and she realized that the robe really didn't do much to cover her (although, he'd seen it all already, really). She backed up slightly, holding the door open. "Do you want to come in?'
"You're Caroline," he said slowly.
"And you're perceptive."
He rolled his eyes and stalked past her. "Was this some sort of joke?" he asked carefully.
She honestly felt a bit insulted, and her cheeks went slightly pink as she hastened to explain. "No, of course not. You're listed in my phone as 'Klaus' and I was trying to text someone who's name started with L, and so then it was an accident but you texted back, and I mean, you have a mirror so it's not like you don't know you're hot–"
He silenced her with his lips, pushing her up against the front door, biting her lightly. "We'll talk about it later. After I fuck you."
She breathed out a faint, "Yes, please," making him smile rather wickedly.
His hands undid the knot of her robe and found their way in between her legs, running a finger down her slit, making her knees buckle.
She worked on the fastening of his pants, quickly freeing his erection from the confines of his clothing and stroking him firmly in time with his fingers, which were now sliding in and out of her wet pussy at a hard pace. She rolled her hips against his hand, and he licked and sucked at her neck as she let her head fall back against the door.
She moaned quietly as he pulled his fingers away from her, gently tugging her hand off of his cock as well, and he tugged her over to the couch, pushing her onto the cushions and kneeling between her legs, keeping eye contact with her as he licked his fingers clean of her juices.
She let out a soft moan, and he smiled that same taunting sinful smile before pulling her forward to bury his face between her thighs, his tongue rhythmically swirling around her clit, making her writhe underneath him, bucking her hips against his eager mouth.
His fingers returned to her core, pumping in and out of her as his tongue circled her clit, occasionally accompanied by light nips of his teeth.
She came quickly, moaning his name loudly as she did so, spreading her legs as widely as possible as she came down from her high.
He sank down next to her, grabbing her hips to pull her on top of him. She grabbed his shoulders, positioning herself carefully, and sinking onto his cock, moaning as he filled her completely.
She swore loudly, and he grasped his hips to encourage her to move. "Ride me, love."
She did, her hips rolling against his as skin slapped skin, her loud moans and his quiet encouragements filling the room as he told her how tight and wet she felt around him and how sexy she was riding him, her breasts bouncing in the air with every thrust of his hips.
She came around him what almost felt like too soon, and his cock make small jolts of exquisitely painful pleasure alight in the sensitive skin of her core as he slammed into her with his cock.
"Get up," he said through gritted teeth, and she did, feeling slightly confused. "Finish me with your mouth. I want to see your pretty lips wrapped around my cock and come down your throat," he growled, the double meaning of and not in your uterus perfectly clear.
She sank to her knees, taking him in her mouth, her hand wrapping around the base as her lips moved up and down, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him.
He groaned, his fingers gripping the cushions of the couch, and he mumbled out a warning a few seconds before he came in her mouth.
They were both panting. She could see his messy hair, flushed skin, and puffy lips, and she had a feeling she looked just as well-fucked, if not more so.
"That was good," she breathed.
"Yeah, it was."
They were silent for a moment, the only noise in the air their harsh breaths coming out in tandem.
"We should do that again," he added.
"We should."
He was magnetic, and she almost felt herself kiss him again before she knew that she was doing it. They met in a clash of lips and moans and deliciously sweaty skin, her legs wrapped around his waist while he cupped her ass, grinding her pussy against his rapidly hardening cock.
He pulled away, still a bit breathless, pulling her on top of him on the couch to straddle him. They held eye contact for a few seconds before they spoke at the same time.
"Don't tell Rebekah."
A/N: Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed them :) Review and let me know what you think. Drabble prompts are now closed, since I have about 100 of them, but you can see a list of all my prompts on my tumblr (thetourguidebarbie) if you click on "Prompt List" on the sidebar menu.
Hugs!
-Angie
