A/N: Abridged summaries:
1. Caroline gives Klaus a blowjob while he walks backwards. Smut.
2. Original!Caroline has a "harem" of Doppelganger!Klauses. Part I. Smut.
3. Two drabbles, each written in fifteen minutes.
Enjoy!
-Angie


"You totally answered my question. Thank you. Would you mind terribly writing Caroline giving Klaus a blowjob in their living room before he walks backwards to their room down the hallway while Caroline crawls after him still sucking him off? Thanks whether you do or don't!"


"Isn't that t he same magazine you got that 'bop-it' tip from?" Klaus asked warily when he walked into their living room, looking at Caroline, who was perched in one of their armchairs, apparently intensely concentrating on Cosmo.

"Yes," she said distractedly.

"Anything interesting?"

"Here, you look," she said, flipping back a couple pages and tearing one out, thrusting it at him and returning to the article she was reading.

He frowned as he leaned against the wall, scanning the page. Eating a donut off of his cock seemed a bit ridiculous (in all of his thousand years on earth, he would never have thought of that…), but he spied one at the bottom that was somewhat intriguing.

"Caroline?"

"Hmm?"

"Get on your knees for me."

She raised her head slowly, giving him her equivalent of the evil eye. "Excuse me?"

"Get on your knees," he repeated slowly, fighting down the smirk when the familiar scent of her arousal filled the air.

She bit her lip, clearly trying to figure out which sex tip he had picked (he found it rather adorable), and then set the magazine aside and obligingly fell to her knees, crawling over to him. Her body moved smoothly, predatorily, her eyes dark as she approached him, and he felt himself harden as he watched, his cock straining against his jeans. She stopped in front of him, her hands moving to free his erection.

"What are we doing?" she asked, stroking him twice before giving the underside of his cock a long, hard lick, swirling her tongue around the head before taking him into her mouth, sucking hard.

"You'll see," he muttered.

Caroline moaned around Klaus's cock as he leaned against the wall of their living room, his fingers tangled in her blonde curls, watching her lips as she took him in further, looking up at him through her eyelashes. He groaned when she gagged as he hit the back of her throat, and held her in place by the hair so that he could fuck her mouth.

"Yes, just like that," he muttered, tugging her hair, making her moan.

She was upright on her knees, her palms on his thighs for balance, and he lightly pressed her head closer to him, thrusting into her mouth, enjoying the sight of her hollowing her cheeks and the feeling of her tongue swirling around him as she moaned around his cock.

"Stay on your knees. Lips never come off my cock, do you understand?" he ordered before pausing and catching her eye. "Don't bite. Safeword or safe-motion will break this compulsion," he compelled, and she frowned, wondering what the reason for the command was, but gave a muffled squeak when she realized that he was walking backwards.

She followed him on her knees, her lips still wrapped around him and her hands still resting on his thighs, giving him a reproachful look that she wasn't sure whether he noticed or not. His hand was buried in her hair, and he pressed her face more closely to him.

He swore as she sucked particularly hard, leading her to their bedroom and letting the door fall closed behind him as he tugged her hair lightly. "Good girl. Fuck, that feels good, Caroline."

He backed up to rest his head against the wall, gazing down to meet her eyes, which were peering up at him as her head bobbed up and down along his length. She hummed around him, her hand wrapped around the base as she stroked him, her other hand cupping his balls.

He groaned, tugging her hair a bit more harshly, mumbling that he was going to come before spilling down her throat.


Caroline is the original hybrid who was never cursed. falls in love with Klaus before vamp spell, but his blood is used to complete the ritual, making him a doppelganger.

He's reborn every hundred years (cause doppelganger) and she always finds him and has him join the klaus harem, which builds up over the years ;)


1012

"We just want to protect you, Caroline."

Caroline blinked slowly, trying to register the words her father was whispering to her as he held up a...knife?

All she could feel then was pain for what felt like years until she woke up feeling...different.

"What did you do to me, Daddy?" she asked, huddling away from the window.

Something was happening to her face, and she smelled...something tangy. Coppery. She wanted it.

"You'll never die," he said simply, throwing her a ring, which she caught almost automatically, slipping it on.

She nodded slowly, standing up, then frowning. "But if I live forever, then I'll outlive you."

"Parents aren't supposed to outlive their children, Caroline."

"But...But I'll be all alone."

"You can make others. Feed them you blood, kill them, and they will wake up like you."

"Where's Niklaus?" she asked immediately, knowing exactly who she wanted to turn first.

"He's gone."

"He's what?" Caroline asked, her voice cracking like a whip.

"He's gone."

Her face felt weird again, and she felt fury stir in her. "Daddy, what's happening to me?"

"You're hungry," he said quietly.

"For what?" she asked, the smell getting stronger as she approached her father.

"Blood."

1112

"Niklaus?"

She felt the breath rush out of her as she laid eyes on Niklaus. Her Niklaus.

She rushed up to him. "Niklaus?" she asked again, resisting the urge to shake him.

He turned to face her. "No…? Apologies, I'm not who you seek."

His voice was the same, even.

"What is your name?"

"Hector."

She narrowed her eyes and grabbed his chin, forcing his eyes to hers. "No. Your name is Niklaus, and you are coming with me."

"My name is Niklaus. I am coming with you," he said, blinking slowly as the compulsion took hold.

She bit into her wrist. "Drink."

He did, and there was a crack of a neck that echoed into the night.

2012

"You're the doppelganger."

"I'm the what? Excuse me?"

Klaus Mikaelson looked at the strange pink-haired woman standing in front of him. "You are the doppelganger."

Klaus blinked. "Right. You've mentioned that. What is a doppelganger?"

"You are the reincarnation of a–"

"You're mental," he interrupted before freezing as the woman took ahold of his arm, her grip unnaturally strong.

"No. I'm not," she said, pulling out her phone.

"What are you doing?"

"Calling Caroline."

"Who's Caroline?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

XXX

The woman in front of him was one of the most beautiful he'd ever seen. She seemed to float as she walked, her blonde hair spilling behind her in a non existent wind, and she stopped in front of him, her smile bright. "Hello, Niklaus."

"How do you know my name?"

She raised an eyebrow before taking his chin in her hands. "I release you from any compulsion," she said quietly before pulling back.

"What did you just do?"

"What's your name?" she asked again.

"Niklaus, but my friends call me Klaus. What are you doing?"

She looked shocked for a moment before her smile brightened considerably. "You're coming with me."

"I'm what?"

"You're coming with me," she said, her voice more forceful as she grabbed his hand, dragging him to the SUV with the same unnatural strength as the pink haired woman (Rose-something).

He looked out the window as they drove for hours, the countryside flying by, until they arrived at an opulent mansion. "Where are we?"

"New Orleans," she said impatiently. "Come," she ordered.

He followed her, still confused beyond reason, but not quite knowing what else to do.

He flinched in surprise as he saw...himself?

The other him was helping Caroline out of her coat and hanging it up for her before he kissed her tenderly, cupping her cheeks. He laid a hand on the small of her back to lead her away, bending slightly to whisper in her ear. "Is that the new one?"

Caroline nodded. "Yes."

"What am I doing here?" he asked, and she turned to look at him.

"I have brought you here to live with me."

"But I don't want to live with you."

She gave a dramatic sigh. "You say that now. That will change, I'm sure."

"But I have friends, and a family, and…I don't even know you."

She smiled slightly. "I will not force you to stay if you do not wish to. However, I do request that you stay the week, and perhaps you will change your mind. It will be entirely your choice, as I dislike compulsion-"

"Compulswhat?"

"Compulsion. It's a form of mind control used by vampires," she said patiently.

"Vampires? What are you talking about? You're mental."

"I can show you," she offered, her eyes wide and innocent.

"All right," he said hesitantly, and she gave him a brilliant smile before biting into her own wrist and shoving it against his mouth. He felt a blinding pain in his neck, and everything went black…

XXX

Caroline knocked softly on the new Klaus's door, trying to decide what route to take. It seemed to her that it would be best to allow him as much freedom as possible. He was from a place across the country, preparing to go to college the next year, but she could easily secure him a spot at Tulane, which had a much better art program anyway than Whitmore.

Perhaps that would make him feel better.

And of course, she couldn't cut him off from his family and friends, as that would only make him resent her.

Yes, giving him as much normalcy as possible and letting him adjust slowly seemed like the best course to ensuring he stayed. She also felt that she must figure out why his name was Niklaus, as her Nikalus had been named, and he'd been born in the same place. Was it the work of witches?

He seemed to have the same sense of confidence as her Niklaus, the same wicked smile. To be fair, she missed her Niklaus, but it was such a distant memory now…

"Hello," she said brightly when the door swung open. "May I come in?"

He shrugged. "Your house, I suppose," he mumbled, standing aside.

"Hey, I'm just trying to make sure you're comfortable."

"You kidnapped me."

"I did tell you that you were free to leave. You stayed."

"Only because you turned me into a bloodsucking monster and I have no idea what's going on."

"A monster is pushing it a bit, I think. Though the bloodsucking bit is definitely true."

He remained silent, looking out the window.

"If you remain here, I am happy to secure you a spot at Tulane in their art program."

"But I wouldn't have gotten in on merit. That's cheating."

"All right, fine. I'll have them take a look at your application, and should you get in on merit, they will give you a spot. Is that agreeable?"

"If I stay, yes."

She sighed. "Niklaus–"

"Klaus. I prefer Klaus."

"All right. Klaus, then. I just want you to get to know me, and to get to know you."

He gave her a wary look. "But what would I be? Just another token in your...your harem?"

She laughed, a smile overtaking her face for the first time since she'd entered the room. "No. None of you are simply a token. You all are your own person, with your own personalities, likes and dislikes...I've stopped compelling them to think their names were Niklaus. It got too confusing after two of you," she said absently, realizing it was the wrong thing to say when he paled.

"Now, N-Klaus, none of that. Shall I tell you the story of why you're here?"

He shrugged. "If you think it'll help."

She smiled softly, sitting beside him and patting his knee, pretending not to notice the wrinkle of his nose. "Well, when I was first turned a thousand years ago…"

XXX

Caroline moaned as she leaned back against the chest of the man behind her, who was cupping her breasts and kissing her neck, his hard cock nestled in the cleft of her ass while another man knelt between her thighs, his face buried in her pussy.

She let out a few soft pants as Niklaus pulled and rolled her nipples between his fingers, grinding his cock against her ass, the one between her legs beginning to lick harder and faster.

"Yes, just like that," she mumbled, rubbing her dripping core against Niklaus's face.

There was a knock on the door and she looked up, though her fingers were still buried in Niklaus's curls as he pleasured her with his tongue, holding his face to her heat, the other Niklaus knowing better than to remove his lips and hands from her skin.

"What the fuck?"

Oh. It was the new Niklaus.

She had to admit that it would probably be odd to walk in on two clones of yourself both pleasuring the same woman, but now that he'd agreed to stay, he'd have to get used to it, wouldn't he? She was sure that he'd adjust quickly, as all the others had.

"Come here," she ordered, gesturing for him to walk to her.

He stood in the doorway, his eyes darting from her to the copy of him between her thighs and the other behind her, unmoving, his mouth agape.

"Klaus," she said chidingly, impatiently beckoning him to her.

He walked over, making her smile (he wasn't compelled, and she took the fact that he followed her direction as a good sign). "Sit," she said, patting the space beside her on the cushioned loveseat. He did so slowly, and she smiled. "Kiss me."

"What?" he asked, rather vacantly, still clearly a bit overwhelmed by the whole situation.

"Kiss me," she repeated.

He did, his lips moving softly and tentatively against hers. She moaned against his mouth when the Niklaus on his knees hit a particularly sensitive spot with his tongue, and she wrapped her hand more tightly in his hair, tugging slightly to encourage his tongue further. She pulled away from the new Niklaus and ripped his jeans and shirt off easily. "What are you doing?"

"You won't need them any longer," she said rather uncaringly, reaching down to rub his already hard cock through his boxers, making him groan.

She lifted her legs up over the kneeling Niklaus's shoulders, pushing his face more firmly against her core while arching her back so that the Niklaus behind her could squeeze her breasts more easily. The new Niklaus kissed her as she stroked him languidly with her other hand, and when she pulled back, ripping his boxers off as well for easier access to his cock, ordering him to kiss the side of her neck that the other Niklaus wasn't tending to, he obeyed.

She moaned contentedly, whispering encouragements as she came, removing her fingers from his hair as he lapped at her pussy, moaning at the taste. He stood up and kissed her softly, letting her thrust her tongue into his mouth before she withdrew, tugging his lip between her teeth lightly and giving him an impish smile, trailing a fingernail down his chest. "You're so good to me," she whispered.

He chuckled quietly. "Only as good as all the others."

"Would you like me to take care of that?" she asked, gesturing to his erection.

"Only if you want to," he said before kissing her again.

"I always want to," she said, smiling and tilting her neck to the side to allow better access for the new Niklaus, who she was still stroking absently with her hand, making him groan against her skin. She could tell he was close to coming and removed her hand from him, slapping his away when he reached to stroke himself. "Not yet," she said softly before turning back, grasping the other's cock and stroking him slowly, languidly. He groaned, and she smirked as he bucked against her hand.

She knew each one intimately, knew their different sweet spots, how to tease and prolong their release or get them off almost embarrassingly quickly. She did the latter this time, brushing her thumb over the tip of his cock as she fondled his balls, brushing her index finger over just the right patch of skin to make him come on her hand. She made eye contact with him, his gaze heated as she ran her tongue over her palm and fingers, cleaning them.

He left, and she sighed happily, leaning her head back slightly before moaning softly and disentangling herself from both. "I want a moment with Niklaus," she told the one that had been behind her, gesturing to the new Niklaus.

"Of course, love."

He pecked her on the lips and left, and she turned to the new one. They were the only ones left in the room now, and he gave her a confused look.

"You're still unsure," she said quietly, sitting beside him.

"Wouldn't you be if you walked into a room and saw two carbon copies of yourself having sex with a woman without expecting it?"

She shrugged. "I suppose. But you are only similar in looks. I know each of them intimately, both in the physical sense and in personalities, just as I wish to know you."

"I'm not very interesting," he mumbled.

"That's where you're wrong N-Klaus. Sorry, habit, you know. But anyway, I think you might end up the most interesting one of all."

"Low bar then, I guess."

She smiled slightly. "If you say so. Now, you seemed perfectly willing to participate earlier, and you're hard for me now. Will you let me help?" she asked, putting the most wide-blue-eyed innocent look on her face that she could.

"All right," he said, and he must have known that he agreed too quickly, because she saw a shadow of a wince cross his face.

She showed no sign of noticing, instead cupping his chin and bringing his lips to hers before pulling back, her forehead pressed against his. "How would you like to take me? Do you want to fuck my pussy, Klaus? Make me scream and beg for your cock? Or perhaps you'd like to to watch me ride you, my head thrown back, breasts bouncing as you fill me," she said, her voice dropping to a seductive lilt as she moved to straddle him, running her hands along his chest. "Would you rather flip me over and take me in the ass? Rub my clit while you claim me in the most primal way? Would you like my hand wrapped around you, Klaus? Teasing you with my touch while I run my teeth down your neck, barely breaking skin? You just have to ask…"

His eyes were wide and he looked slightly overwhelmed by her words. This was her favorite part, really. Seeing them speechless as they ran through all the possible ways they could pleasure each other. Giving him a wicked smile, she continued.

"Or perhaps you'd like me to push my breasts together as you fuck them? Mark my neck with your come for all to see? Do you want me to follow your commands willingly? To be my master if only for a night? Or perhaps you want to crawl before me, call me 'mistress' and let me fuck you as I please."

His eyes had darkened at the last few choices. He liked the roleplay. Good to know...

"Do you want my tongue on you? To watch the most powerful being in the world on her knees for you? Do you want to take me from behind? Pull my hair and let your balls slap against my skin while you fill me with your cock? I'll do all these things with you, Klaus. You can have me in all ways eventually. You'll be fucking me for eternity, after all...But what would you like right now? How do you want me, Klaus?"

He was clearly at a loss, and she almost felt sorry for him. Almost. His innocence was too much fun for her to really invest precious time in feeling guilty.

"Would you like me to choose for you?" she asked, her voice silk as she breathed the words against his ear, her arms settling around his neck.

He seemed to pull himself back to reality at that, his jaw setting, and she almost smirked as she recognized the need to take control of the situation.

"I want to fuck you while you wrap your legs around my waist, moaning for me," he said quietly, his eyes darkening, clearly picturing the situation in his mind. "And then I want you to lick my cock clean as I fuck your mouth while my come runs down your thighs."

"And then?" she asked, a smug smirk stretching over her face, sensing he had more to say.

"We have eternity to try out the rest of it, don't we?"

"And more," she reassured him before letting him push them to the floor, covering her lips with his as his cock throbbed insistently against her inner thigh.


Klaus secretly uses Caroline's eyelash curler. (15 minute drabble)


To be honest, it looked like a torture device.

He was quite familiar with women and their many beauty styling products (a combination of Rebekah's non-stop rambling and Caroline's incredibly specific drugstore shopping lists), but he would never understand why this was needed.

Did it really make that much of a difference? Would he be able to notice if she didn't use one? Would Caroline notice if he did?

He was curious.

He picked up the metal…thing that he'd been inspecting, which had been lying innocently on the counter, and brought it up to his face.

Yes. It most definitely looked like a torture device.

He brought it up to his eye, carefully curling it around the lashes and pressed. When he took it away he saw no difference whatsoever.

"What are you doing?" he heard Caroline ask curiously (and a bit amusedly) from the bathroom doorway.

"I see no difference between my eyelashes pre- and post-curl. Are these really necessary? Could we, perhaps, shave off a good five minutes of your preparation time to go out?"

She laughed. "Probably not. I'm sure I'd find some other way to spend my time. Anyway, I think you might have been doing it wrong."

"How do you press down on your eyelashes wrong?"

"You have to warm it up first. Otherwise your eyelashes don't stay curled, and then you have to do it a bunch of times in a row. Then you put mascara on, and do it again. It's a process, okay?"

"Right…" he said, trying to figure out why on earth one needed to go through such a huge production for readying their eyelashes.

She seemed to know what he was thinking because she smiled slightly, shaking her head. "It's fine. I understand that it probably sounds ridiculous to you."

He shrugged. "A bit."

"Well, I don't expect you to understand."

"I don't need to. It makes you feel nice, and it's not as though it effects me whether you do it or not. Well, unless we're late, but even then, there's no such thing as royalty being late."

She snorted derisively. "If you say so."

"So, will you be ready to leave in about ten minutes?"

"Yeah, as long as you get out of the bathroom and let me pamper myself in peace."

"Of course, love," he said, smiling slightly, putting up his hands in surrender and backing up to the doorframe.

He observed her as she applied her usual make-up and then picked up the now-heated curler, moving it towards her eye and expertly pressing the lashes between them, holding for what felt to him like forever to watch a metal instrument that pinched things near your girlfriends' eye.

Yes. It was most definitely a torture device.


Caroline is looking through Klaus's trophy case of family collectibles and finds a codpiece. She knows from experience that he doesn't need one, so why does he have it?


She just needed a dress.

Kol had spilled some awful unknown alcoholic substance all over hers (andseriously, it had been her favorite), and she needed a dress for that night. Quickly.

She sighed as she flipped through the rack spanning the entire wall of the room, pulling out a few options and setting them aside, before coming across a…codpiece?

Why?

It had to have been in fashion at some point, of course, and it wasn't as though she was judging him for it or anything, but seriously?

"Found anything?" she heard Klaus ask from over her shoulder.

She turned around, four dresses slung over one arm and the codpiece held in her hand. She held it out to him, eyebrow raised.

"What did you need–"

"That's Kol's," he interrupted, smirking as she dropped it as though it had burnedher. "Shall I have someone fetch you some hand sanitizer?"

"Yes," she said decisively, deciding not to try to save face and wrinkling her nose.

Ew.

"Did you use one?" she asked, now needing to know, and he smiled slightly.

"Of course. They were in fashion."

"But you don't need one."

"Well, they were rather like the bras you fancy when we're going out. You don't need them, but you either like the way they look or feel pressured by the patriarchy or whatever god-awful indoctrination you've inflicted on my sister–"

"It's called feminism," Caroline said dryly. "It's not indoctrination. You're just old."

"So is Rebekah."

"Yes, but she's spent a thousand years being marginalized because she's a woman, and you have spent a thousand years having sex indiscriminately and murdering hundreds of thousands of people."

"So has she…"

"This conversation is really making me not want to have sex with you, and that's hard considering that a good half of your appeal is your nice accent, so let's just stop and agree I'm right," Caroline said, moving behind the screen in the corner and changing into one of the dresses, walking out and turning back and forth in the mirror.

"I like that one," he said.

"I do too," she said slowly. "I might try on the others just to see, but I think this one might be it."

"You should try the green one over there."

She shot him a raised eyebrow and he just nodded at the dress on the rack that she'd pushed aside earlier. He was often right about those things, and she resisted the urge to grumble obscenities as she snatched the dress of the rack and disappeared behind the screen to try it on while Klaus looked on in amusement.

She sighed when she looked in the mirror. "Why are you always right about dresses that'll look good on me?" she asked, more curious than annoyed (it was a useful skill, okay?).

"Well, other than the fact that I know your body very, very intimately and I have had centuries of helping Rebekah pick out clothes, I'd say that it's because I have to be right about something."

"Suck-up."

He just grinned.


A/N: Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed this :)
Hugs!
-Angie