A/N: Abridged summaries:
1. Caroline wants to get married. Klaus doesn't. Angst ensues.
2. Caroline is in heat. Klaus is her mate.
Enjoy!
-Angie

Could you do one where Caroline wants to get married but klaus thinks it's too human and will be bad for his reputation and make her a target so he keeps refusing. And they argue a lot and she makes him sleep on the sofa but he keeps hearing her crying and being miserable so he gives in.

"I just don't understand why it's so important to you, love."

"I don't understand why it's so important to you that we don't. My mom is only going to be around for a few more years. Bonnie and Matt are still mortal. If we don't do it soon then they won't be around for it."

"And you really think your mother will want you to marry me? She doesn't exactly approve of our relationship."

"But at least it'll be something."

"I don't think it's a good idea."

"Why? Why don't you? What could possibly go wrong?"

"Everything. Everything could go wrong. I love you, Caroline, and in the grand scheme of things, you're incredibly breakable. If something happened to you because you were linked to me-"

"And were they not supposed to figure out that I was linked to you by the literally hundredsof parties I have planned for us?"

"It's different," he said impatiently.

"How so?"

He sighed. "I know that you're not exactly an evil villain, love, but weddings are like a large floating neon sign saying 'Crash me!'. They are perfect for making statements. Ruining someone's wedding is much more significant than crashing their New Years Eve party. It's symbolic of ruining that person's relationship."

"Fine, then we'll have a small wedding."

"If we were going to have a wedding, it would have to be ostentatious and incredibly public, because if it was even slightly small it would look like I was trying to hide you away."

"Are you seriously going to let the treat of some asshole crashing our wedding keep you from marrying me?' Caroline asked, growing more indignant by the second.

"It'll make you a target," he said again. "And it will do disastrous things to my reputation. Weddings are a very human tradition, and–"

"You are not seriouslysaying that you don't want to marry me because of your reputation."

Klaus opened his mouth to say that yes, that was exactly what he was saying, before realizing it might not be the best life choice. "I'm just saying that in order to keep my grasp over the supernatural community, I can't look human."

"And by that you mean that you can't look like you're catering to my wishes."

"That's not what I said, love."

"No, but it's what you meant," she said stiffly. "Look, I get it. Your kingdom is super important to you, and running it takes precedence over ensuring that my mother's wishes are fulfilled and keeping the woman you've been in a committed monogamous relationship with for over twenty-five years happy. It's fine."

"That's not what I said," he repeated, rubbing his palms over his face tiredly before resting them on her upper arms gently, stroking the soft skin under the cap sleeves of her sundress with his thumbs.

Why couldn't she see what a terrible idea this was? Why was she so set on this silly human tradition? And when had Rebekah finally gotten around to helping her learn to guilt trip like that?

"Nik, please. I just...I don't want you to finally agree and have it be too late."

He took a deep breath, screwing his eyes shut so that he wouldn't have to see the tears that he was sure were welling in hers.

"No, Caroline. I'm sorry, but I can't."

He heard a sniffle, and opened his eyes when she vamp sped out of his arms, their bedroom door shutting behind her.

The only thing he hated about having vampiric hearing (besides when one of his siblings took a sexual partner home to the mansion) was being able to hear Caroline cry from anywhere in the near vicinity. He hated it, and would normally do anything to make her stop. She rarely cried because of him, and when she did, he caved immediately. Unfortunately, this is one of those times when he couldn't give in. He just couldn't.

Marriage went against everything he stood for, really. He'd hated being human. He'd been weak and tired. Caroline was destined for so much more than a silly human life anyway, and really, if Liz Forbes had been so concerned with her daughter's life milestones she would have attended the graduation ceremonies for all seven of Caroline's undergraduate degrees, five graduate degrees, and two PhDs, as well as her fiftieth birthday party.

Even his hybrid failure and the quarterback had made it to the last one, and they were about as flaky as friends could be. He heard her sobs echo through the hallway and grimaced, heading to the guest room on the other side of the hallway.

He had no doubt that Caroline would be adopting another human tradition, which was called "Couch Banishment".

He was not a fan.

He settled himself on the mattress after kicking off his shoes and shedding his jeans and henley, trying to ignore Caroline's sniffled from two rooms over.

Would it really be so bad? he wondered.

Caroline Mikaelson had a nice ring to it, after all.

No. He couldn't give in.

He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the next round of sobs, and felt himself deflate. God, he just couldn't say no to her.

XXX

Caroline looked deceptively fine the next morning, and Klaus knew that this was only because vampiric healing cured red eyes and runny noses. She didn't smile as she sat down at the kitchen table with him, clutching her coffee cup of blood and sipping slowly.

"I have a few errands to run today," he said quietly.

She hummed to show she'd heard but otherwise didn't speak, making him inwardly wince.

"I'll be back in early evening."

"Fine."

He sighed and put his coffee cup down, kissing her lightly on the cheek before leaving the house, getting into his car and driving towards one of the jewelry stores downtown he bought most of Caroline's gifts from.

For someone who didn't have any interest in getting married, it did take quite awhile to pick out an engagement ring. There were so many different options that it was almost overwhelming, and he finally settled on one that he thought she'd like. Now all he had to do was plan the perfect proposal, and he knew exactly who he needed to enlist to help.

"Bekah?" Klaus called, entering the apartment she shared with the Ripper, closing the door behind him. His sister stuck her head out of the doorway, her shoulders bare, and he immediately clapped his hands over his eyes.

"Have you not ever heard of knocking?" She asked irritably, then continuing a second later with, "You can look now."

He slowly removed his fingers from his eyes to see Rebekah in a large t-shirt with her arms crossed, glaring at him "Is there a reason you're here, Nik?"

"What was that song that played at the ball we threw in Mystic Falls?"

"The one where you took Caroline?"

"Yes."

"There were lots of songs played that night, you're going to have to be a tad more specific."

He rolled his eyes but obligingly hummed a few bars. "That's Give Me Love by Ed Sheeran," Rebekah informed him shortly, "May I go back to having a positive sexual experience with my fiancée, now?"

Klaus made a face. "Sorry to bother you, then."

"Why do you want to know that, anyway?" Rebekah asked curiously, before her eyes lit on the small plastic bag dangling from Klaus's hand. "Oh. My. God. You're going to ask her to marry you aren't you?"

Klaus didn't answer, but Rebekah gave him a huge smile. "It's about time. She's been waiting for ages."

"I know," he said uncomfortably.

Rebekah gave him a slightly pitying look. "It'll be fine. I honestly think that at this point she isn't too fussed about how you propose as long as you actually end up doing it."

Strangely, that only really made him feel worse.

XXX

"Thanks for the apology," Caroline said stiffly as Klaus led her through the dance steps on the carpet of their bedroom floor, both of them barefoot and in their pajamas, the music playing softly in the background.

"Always," he said quietly.

The song ended and he uncomfortably turned off the stereo, opening the drawer that held his ties and fishing around for the box he'd bought earlier that week. Caroline smiled slightly as he pulled the box out of the dresser, and shook her head, walking over to him and grabbing his hand in hers, stopping him from opening it. "It's fine, Klaus."

"No, Caroline, it's not."

"You don't want to. I don't want to force you into it, or make you resent me for the rest of our lives because I wanted this–"

"You aren't forcing me into anything, love. And I won't resent you. I love you, and I want to be with you for the rest of our lives, and a piece of paper won't change that for worse or better."

"I think you mean 'for better or for worse'," she joked weakly, making him smile slightly.

"I love you, Caroline," he said, flipping open the box and holding it out to her.

"I love you too. Put it on me?"

He slid the ring onto her finger and placed a chaste kiss on her lips before pulling her to him, both of them standing in their bedroom half-dressed in flannel, just being.

hello may i please request a smut drabble where klaroline are werewolves and it's spring so caroline is like in heat so then it's like they can't take their hands off each other and the sex is rough and animalistic and just really hot dirty sex LOL thanks! ^^

She had never been so turned on in her life, and she had been this way for three weeks straight.

Three. Weeks.

If she'd known that finding her mate was going to be this inconvenient (because she didn't think anyone in the world could concentrate on number-crunching when they had soaked through panties and knew that they had a very attractive and sexually experienced partner waiting for them to get home) she probably wouldn't have been in such a hurry to make it happen. Or maybe she just wouldn't have become an accountant.

Being in heat during tax season was the actual worst.

She checked the clock again, her foot tapping against the leg of the desk as she waited for it to be five o'clock so that she could go home from this goddamn job. As soon as the clock hit five o'clock, she gathered her purse, uncaring that she probably should have stayed over when she was supposed to go home because the company tax returns wouldn't do themselves, and slung it over her shoulder, her high heels clicking against the linoleum floor as she made her way out of the small office building to her car. She started the ignition, and just knowing what was going to be waiting for her at home made her core ache with need.

She hoped he was home. She'd told him that she would be home just after five.

She decided to text him to make sure.

On my way home.

He texted back almost immediately.

I'm waiting for you.

She felt her pussy throb and rubbed her thighs together as she buckled her seatbelt and put the car into reverse, pulling out of the parking spot and speeding out of the garage. The fact that she didn't get pulled over on the way home could probably be considered some sort of miracle, and when she pulled into their driveway, she barely remembered to lock the car as she walked into the house.

Her front was pushed up against the door in an instant, her sensitive nipples rubbing against the fabric of her blouse as she squirmed while Klaus bunched her skirt up around her hips and ripped her soaked panties off of her, running a finger down her slit. "You're so wet."

"Yeah, I've only been waiting for this all fucking day," she mumbled, gasping as his finger brushed over her clit. "Klaus…"

She let her forehead rest against the door, panting heavily as she heard him unzip his jeans, his hard cock pressing against her entrance soon after as he cupped her breasts, attacking her neck with his lips. He pushed inside her, and Caroline's mind went blank as he began to fuck her against the door. She knew that she was being mortifyingly loud, especially when she felt Klaus's lips curl against the skin of her neck-the arrogant ass-while he moved inside her. She came hard around his cock, shouting his name as he pinched her nipples.

"That's right, good girl. Just like that," he muttered as he bit her earlobe while she came down from her high, still shaking.

"Bed," she ordered, but he just bit her harshly on the neck.

"No," he growled, pulling away, his cock soaked with her juices.

He dragged her to the couch. "Bend over."

She did so immediately, her ass in the air as she gripped the armrest, rubbing her thighs together in anticipation.

"Spread your legs."

He pushed inside her as soon as she was spread for him, his balls slapping against her as he fucked her hard, his fingernails digging into her hips.

"You are so beautiful bent over for me while I fuck you, your face buried in the cushions. I love watching you like this: your legs spread while you submit to me."

She moaned, the sound muffled against the cushions.

Klaus was a true-born alpha. They had been fated for each other by the moon, equals in every way, but that did not stop her pussy from clenching around his cock while he whispered the sinfully possessive words into the air.

"Such a good girl...you feel so good...my mate...mine," he gasped out as he took her, groaning out her name as his fingernails raked over the skin of her ass and upper thighs.

"Harder, Klaus. Please," she moaned, panting out his name as he slammed into her harder, climaxing again around his cock.

He spilled inside of her soon after, slumped over her for a few moments before recovering enough to stand. "Now the bed," he said, walking to their room with her, hand-in-hand.

She unzipped her skirt, wriggling her hips to get it off, and pulled her blouse carefully over her head, throwing it in the corner, her bra joining the pile soon after. She turned to see Klaus completely nude as well, having completely undressed as well, his cock already hard again.

Maybe she didn't mind being in heat.

"Take me," she ordered, turning onto her hands and knees, her spine curled, ass in the air and face half in the pillows (because the full moon was the next day and her wolf had been scratching at her insides all day waiting for him). She heard the rustle of the bedside drawer opening and closing and moaned as the cold slickness of lube against her back entrance. She pressed against his hand, which was now kneading the cheeks of her ass before he slipped a finger into her, and then another soon after, stretching her.

"Let me rephrase that," she growled, losing her patience. "I need you to take me now."

"You want me to fuck you from behind?" he asked, his voice deceptively casual.

"Yes."

"How much?"

She snarled, and she could almost see the arrogant smirk on her mate's face, the way his eyes twinkled when he teased her.

"Claim. Me. Now."

"It isn't your place to order the alpha of the pack to do anyth–"

"Just do it."

"I think you should address me with the respect I des–"

"And I think you should shove your cock in your mate before she finds someone who will."

"Empty threat," he growled even as she felt his cock against her entrance, still coated with her juices.

She smirked, knowing she'd hit a nerve (wolves were possessive of their mates by nature, alphas especially, and he took that sort of idiocy to a whole other level) and she moaned out loud as he pushed in slowly, his breath shortening to pants.

"Do you want to be claimed by another, Caroline?" he growled as he waited for her to adjust before he began to move. "Do you crave another's cock in you?"

"No," she panted, arching her back to push against him, trying to make him move.

"That's not what you just said."

"You're my mate and my alpha. I only want you."

"So it was an empty threat?"

"Obviously," she said breathlessly, wriggling slightly.

God, couldn't he do them both a favor and fuck her already?

"It's not nice to threaten your alpha, love."

"Well, it's not nice to promise your mate a claiming and then not deliver."

She heard him scoff and he began to move, making her moan, her pussy clenching around nothing as arousal leaked down her inner thighs.

"You feel so good inside me."

"Do you like my cock inside you, love? Do you like being on your knees, submitting to your alpha?"

"Yes, Just go."

"Not until you admit it."

"I already admitted it," she gasped out, moaning as he reached around and brushed her clit with his fingertip, bringing her to the edge and letting her dangle there helplessly, unable to tip over.

"Tell me again."

"I want only you, Klaus. Only you. Now will you fucking move?"

"Who am I?" he growled.

"My alpha. My mate."

"Damn right," he snarled as he began to move, groaning as he fucked her.

She was almost sobbing in pleasure as he rubbed her clit from behind, the other hand pulling at her nipple. "Come for me."

"So close…"

"Come for me," he ordered. "Obey your alpha and come."

"Klaus…"

"Come."

Her pussy throbbed as he rubbed her clit hard, slamming into her back entrance and swearing as he approached his own release. She was so fucking close, and when he gasped her name she came undone, her pussy contracting around air as he spilled inside of her ass.

"Mine," he said, slightly breathless, pulling her to him and biting her neck, marking her. "My mate."

She hummed in agreement, groaning as his fingers absently stroked her folds.

"Klaus…" she whined, grinding against his palm.

"Just a moment," he reassured her, licking and sucking her neck as he began to lazily fingerfuck her.

"Shower," she moaned as he flicked his thumb over her clit, sending almost painful jolts of pleasure to her core.

"As you wish, my love."

A/N: Thanks for reading! Let me know what you thought if you have a few seconds :)
Hugs!
-Angie