A/N: The first one might be extended. Might. No promises.
Abridged summaries:
1. Caroline is saved from a group of zombies by a stranger. This stranger turns out to be a feared hitman. Now that she knows his secret, she can't leave.
2. Role reversal of Good Boy (Chapter 19). Dom!Klaus, Sub!Caroline. Smut. Warnings in prompt section.
3. Caroline and Klaus are baristas who make a bet. Klaus cheats. Sort of. Fluff!

Can you do a drabble where Klaus kidnaps caroline? Doesn't have to be smutty or dark... idk you decide

He was sitting in the cafe drinking his coffee minding his own business when it happened.

There was a loud explosion of sound, and the windows rattled, the glass breaking. Klaus threw himself to the floor under the table, covering his head with his arms, his fighting instincts and training kicking in.

He heard the rest of the room scream, and he crawled out to assess the situation.

Zombies.

He would have laughed if it wasn't so utterly ridiculous. There was a giant group of them, and he looked around wildly for a back door. It was pandemonium, everyone running around trying to find a way out, and Klaus fingered the gun strapped to his belt (he felt naked without one, so sue him), and looked around to see a girl with blonde hair being approached by the hoard. She seemed frozen in place, and he huffed irritably, not quite knowing why he felt it necessary to save her, but grabbing her by the back of her hoodie nonetheless, dragging her away with him.

"Oh my god, what are you doing?" she screamed, struggling to get away from him.

The cafe was empty now, they were the last ones left, and he simply picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.

"What the fuck? Put me down."

"Look, it's either come with me, a trained security professional, or get eaten by zombies," he snapped, and she stopped struggling immediately, letting him cart her out in a fireman's carry. "Do you have a car?" he asked, holding her securely with one hand as the other fished around in his jacket for his keys.

"I'll come with you. Put me down. And no, I took the bus."

"I'm parked this way," he said, setting her down and gesturing.

"I'm just supposed to go with you?"

He gave her what he hoped amounted to a 'duh' expression and simply picked her up again, ignoring her shriek of indignance.

He opened his car door and pushed her inside, shutting it behind her, and wasn't surprised when she didn't leave, simply buckling her seatbelt as he climbed in. She glared at him. "You didn't need to kidnap me."

"I'm not kidnapping you. I'm saving you," he said, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Klaus. You?"

She looked vaguely surprised at the question. "Caroline."

In the three hours since the boring rush hour of that morning, the streets had become tightly packed and completely disorganized. He pulled into the parking lot of the first drugstore he saw and parked, not bothering to lock the doors. His car would be difficult to hotwire, and he had the key. "Come on."

"What are we doing?"

"Grab first aid supplies, canned food, anything you can get your hands on. Put it in the basket."

"That's stealing."

"This is a zombie apocalypse," he pointed out, grabbing a basket and shoving it into her hands before getting his own and walking quickly in the opposite direction.

He grabbed toothbrushes, deodorant, shampoo...little things that would come in handy that one wouldn't normally think of unless they'd been in a situation where they'd missed all of them. He spied Caroline walking down the beauty aisle, grabbing bobby pins, tweezers, and various other all-purpose items, and privately thought that it was good she had at least a few braincells. He moved on to the first aid aisle, and after he had grabbed everything he took a cursory look over Caroline's basket (how many pads did it take to get through one cycle exactly? Was she planning on creating a river of blood?) before they had a quick confrontation with the cashier (meaning Klaus pointed a gun at them and they ran). Soon enough, they were back in the car, driving away.

"Where are we going?" Caroline asked.

"I'd also like to stop by a gun store to pick something easy to use up for you."

"Who says I can't shoot a gun?" she asked, looking a bit insulted.

"Can you?" he asked, trying not to sound too impatient.

"Yes. My mom was a cop, and my dad was into hunting."

"What do you feel the most comfortable with?"

"Pistol."

He nodded and asked her to google the nearest gun supply store (thank god for smartphones), and soon they had picked up a few extra weapons.

She still seemed completely uncomfortable around him, and he couldn't really blame her, as he was essentially a perfect stranger that dragged her away from the rest of the crowd into his car, made her steal from a drugstore, and handed her a gun, telling her to save it for the zombies.

Yeah, objectively it didn't seem like a positive experience.

He was trying, though.

He called his sister, who didn't pick up, and he left her (and subsequently each of his other siblings) a message, asking if they'd seen anything similar where they lived. Caroline sat quietly the entire time, staring out the window, and he had a feeling that she was building up for some sort of rant.

This was proven true when they arrived back at his house, which was small and fairly secure. He parked in the garage, securing the door, and she helped him sort through their supplies before he grabbed a tent and an air mattress as well as a warm, fuzzy blanket, stuffing them in his trunk.

When he stared at it, it looked very much like they were about to go on some sort of bizarre long-term camping trip. He kept a few of Rebekah's things in the spare room, and she looked like she might be just about the same size, so he told her to grab everything from there.

After gathering some very basic laundry supplies and a clothesline, they were back on the road.

"Why couldn't we stay at your house?"

"It's not secure enough."

"So where are we going that's secure?" she asked, sounding a bit irritable.

"Well, unless you have any suggestions, I was planning on driving us to my brother's house in Chicago."

"Chicago? That's like, a four day drive."

"Yes, and my brother is incredibly paranoid with a four-bedroom house that could easily hold us and the rest of my family."

"Why are you taking me with you?"

"Do you want me to leave you here?"

"That doesn't answer my question," she said, clearly not willing to admit that he was really her best hope of survival, even though he had a feeling that she wouldn't do too badly on her own.

He sighed. "You looked terrified, but you recovered very quickly. To be honest I was intending on dropping you off somewhere once we got away, but you seem like a reasonably pleasant person, as well as not a complete idiot, so I decided to take you along."

"Okay."

"We need to start driving before the freeways get clogged," he said, keeping his voice businesslike as they packed more items into the car.

"Why are we taking all these things if we're just heading to your brother's? We'll take turns driving, won't we?"

"Just in case," he said simply, slamming the trunk closed and sliding into the driver's seat.

XXX

She honestly wasn't quite sure what she was doing here.

This guy...Klaus...had saved her from a zombie invasion, and seemed like a reasonably nice person, but she couldn't help but feel like there was something off about him. Something dark.

She gave him a side-eye as he drove, trying not to be obvious about her observations. He was very attractive, and he had an accent, which pretty much knocked him from attractive to hot.

They drove for hours, and though his jaw twitched every time a song came on he didn't like, he let her sing along to the radio as they went. When the radio station abruptly cut off around evening, leaving the buzz of static, he turned it off without comment.

He got gas at a reasonably safe looking station, and she watched him twitch with every movement around them, clearly expecting to be attacked.

He told her that she should sleep so that she could take over driving when she woke, and she obligingly let her eyes shut, not realizing how exhausted she'd been until she fell asleep.

They switched to her driving as soon as she woke up, and he set up the GPS to guide her before looking out the window, his eyelids drooping. Though she followed the pink line of the directions on the screen for over six hours, as far as she knew, he didn't sleep.

When they pulled into what was supposedly his brother's house a few days later, she couldn't keep her jaw from dropping. The meaning of 'house' apparently meant 'small military fortress'.

It was large and imposing, a huge wall surrounding the building, and Klaus had to type a keycode to get into the building.

"Who's your friend, brother?" she heard a girl say from next to them.

She turned to see a very pretty blonde girl appraising her with narrowed eyes. "Is she your fuck of the week?"

"Bekah, now is not the time to be petty."

The girl-Bekah-huffed and flipped her hair. "I'll let Elijah know you only need one room, then."

"I'd prefer another room, actually," Caroline cut in irritably. "And I'm not his fuck of the week, thank you."

"You will be soon, I'm sure," Rebekah said nastily. "And anyway, I'm not letting you share my room, and you certainly can't have your own, so Nik is your only option. Unless, of course, you'd like to stay with Kol, but at least Nik has about zero chance of feeling you up in your sleep. He likes his women awake, this one."

Caroline honestly wasn't quite sure where to begin with processing that statement and decided not to touch it for now, hoping that this Kol person wouldn't be coming anywhere near her anytime soon.

"Nik?" she asked, turning to Klaus.

"Niklaus," he said simply.

She felt her eyes widen. "Oh my god, you're Niklaus Mikaelson."

"Yep."

"You're a criminal."
"Yep."

"You kill people."

"That's true."

"You're a psychopath."

"Now, love, I wouldn't go that far."

"Don't call me love. Let me out of here. Are you going to kill me? Why did you take me?"

"Relax Caroline, please. I'm not going to kill you. I won't touch you, all right? I was being truthful. I honestly just felt bad. I'm not emotionless, just willing to kill for money. There's a difference."

"It's a terrible thing to do."

He shrugged. "I'm a terrible person. Let me see if I can convince Rebekah to part with some of her pajamas, hmm?"

"They'd better cover me up completely," Caroline mumbled, crossing her arms over her chest defensively.

"Caroline, love, I don't know if you have siblings, but I'm going to assume you don't. If Rebekah owned any 'sexy' pajamas, I'd rather die than find out."

She couldn't help but laugh, but as soon as she did she snapped her mouth shut, ignoring Klaus's smug grin.

"Where should I put my stuff?"

"Second door on the left."

She nodded, taking a deep breath. In the space of less than a week, her entire life had changed. She wouldn't see any of her friends again, she was stuck in a fortress, forced to share a bedroom with a serial killer and his bitchy sister, though admittedly the serial killer seemed to at least have some manners. She was not looking forward to the next few days, and she wondered how her life had become such a clusterfuck so fast.

Fucking zombies.

Sequel to good boy? / Hey:) Could you write another drabble similar to 'Good boy', but with Klaus as dominant please?
Warnings: Name-calling, leashes, consensual compulsion, consensual everything...humiliation stuff, dirty talk, pretty much one of the dirtiest things I've ever written...

"Does this look okay for the party tonight?" she asked, coming out of their walk-in closet and turning around slowly, the skirt of the strapless dress swirling around her.

"You look lovely," he said, not looking up from his laptop.

"You didn't even see it."

He raised his eyes to rake over her body slowly, making a flush stain her cheeks at the intensity of it. "Are you calling me a liar, love?" he asked quietly, dangerously, and she knew she'd stepped over the line.

They were always in play when they were alone (unless she used the 'can we take a break' safe-word), and she hadn't exactly forgotten, but it seemed like an innocent thing to say, and it just sort of came out.

Oops.

"No," she said, biting her lip, testing his mood.

"No, what?"

She cursed whatever minion had put him in a bad mood that day. He never took things like that out on her per say, but it did make him more likely to catch things that she wasn't supposed to do but often went unnoticed or unaddressed.

"No, Master."

He slid off the bed and walked towards her slowly, predatorily. "Down."

She dropped to her hands and knees, gaze lowered, unwilling to irritate him further.

She heard him stop behind her, and he bent down to unzip the dress she'd asked for his opinion on, carefully letting the bodice fall before tugging it over her hips. It fell to pool around her knees and he pulled it under her shins, trying not to tear it, letting it crumple to the floor next to her. He unclipped the strapless bra, letting it fall away, freeing her breasts, and slid her thong down to her knees. "Lift your leg so I can get this off of you," he ordered.

She complied, feeling her core ache at the embarrassment of Klaus stripping her as though she had no ability to do so herself. "Other leg. Good girl," he crooned, running his hand down the back of her thigh once the scrap of fabric was on the floor, making goosebumps bloom on her skin.

He stroked a single finger down her spine, and she shivered slightly, feeling a stab of arousal hit her as she felt him move past her to the closet. "Stay," he ordered as she heard the closet door slide open and the clink of metal against metal as he removed what she knew was most likely the leash from its hook on the wall.

"Perhaps you should stay home tonight, as you don't seem to be in the mood to behave."

"If that's what pleases you, Master," she choked out.

She'd been planning the party for months, and she knew that Klaus wouldn't really make her miss it, but she didn't want to take the chance.

"Eager to please me, are you, my pet?"

"Yes, Master."

He moved her hair aside to clip the lead to her beautiful chain-linked necklace that they picked out together as a collar when she agreed to try the arrangement (and eventually agreed to indefinitely, as it was something they both greatly enjoyed), and enchanted to be unbreakable. She leaned into his touch, her eyelids fluttering closed.

"I'm tempted to take you like this, to hook the end of the lead to a column outside the front doors," he said, his voice husky. "Naked and wet and wanting, tied there for all to see to wait for your master to return…"

She felt a blush overtake her cheeks, her core aching at the image he'd painted for her, though she doubted she'd like it in practice. He smirked, seeming to guess her train of thought.

"Does the idea of that excite you, my pet? For the guests to look at you as they walk by and know who owns you?"

"Yes, Master," she mumbled.

"Perhaps someday," he said quietly, running his fingers through her hair again, tugging it lightly, making her moan. "For today, though, you're all mine. Despite your pretty answers, it seems you might need a little reminder of how to be obedient for your master."

He jerked the leash lightly as he began to walk away, and she crawled to follow him, staying slightly behind his steps. She followed him to one of the sitting rooms, the only one with a soft carpet that wouldn't hurt her knees too badly, and she knelt at his feet when he stopped in the center, hands twisted together in her lap.

"Stay."

He unclipped her leash and set it on the coffee table, still unwound, a clear reminder that he would use it if he felt it necessary. He returned to her, and she refrained from rolling her eyes when he praised her for following such a simple command.

"Fetch one of the vibraters," he ordered, gesturing to the small cupboard in the corner of the room.

She felt the all too familiar blush as she crawled over to it. He loved things like this, she knew: watching her follow the "palms on the ground" rule, making her do simple tasks with her teeth and lips, showing how completely at his mercy she was when she followed the rules…

With a practiced movement, she tugged the knob to open it with her teeth, catching the door with her nose and pushing it aside to pick up one of the vibrators in her mouth and bring it back, dropping it at his feet, not looking up at what was sure to be a smug smirk on his face.

She felt the tightness of arousal fill her lower belly at the embarrassment of being told to fetch a sex toy, to drop it at Klaus's feet like an obedient pet, and she rubbed her thighs together to create friction as she grew wet from the idea of it.

"Good girl," he praised, making another stab of arousal hit her pussy as he bent to pick up the toy. "Roll over."

She obediently laid down on her back, spreading her legs just the way he liked, her back arched. He knelt beside her, teasing her nipples with one hand, the other lazily circling her entrance with the toy. She moaned.

"Do you understand why I'm upset with you?"

"Yes, Master."

"Why am I upset with you?"

"Because I was impertinent and doubted the truth of your words."

"And?"

"And because I tested your patience by not addressing you properly with the respect that you deserve as my Master," she said, her voice strained as he barely pushed the toy inside her, removing it before she could roll her hips for friction.

"Do you think you deserve to be punished?"

"If that's what pleases you, Master."

"On your knees, my pet."

He sank down on the couch, and pointed to his feet. "Heel. No, knees apart, pet. I want to watch you struggle for friction with nothing to rub against."

Her lips were mere centimeters away from the bulge in his jeans, and he laced his fingers through her hair, pushing her lightly, encouraging her.

She managed to pull the zipper down with her teeth, but it took longer to undo the button, and she felt her core ache with need as he watched her struggle on her hands and knees, his dark eyes wanting as he laid back against the couch, watching her work to free him from his clothes.

When she finally managed to undo the button and carefully tugged the waistband of his boxers down before moving to take his cock in her mouth, letting out a small moan as he tugged her back by the hair.

"Did I say you could pleasure me with your mouth?"

"No, Master."

"Beg."

She knew she was dripping wet, her pussy aching for his touch, for friction, for anything, and he knew it, smirking down at her as she flushed from arousal and need.

"May I please pleasure you with my mouth, Master?"

"You can do better. Beg."

"Please let me suck your cock, Master. I want to make up for my impertinence."

"Not good enough."

"Please let me pleasure you, Master. Let me make you come. I want to show you what a good girl I can be for you. Please let me."

He smirked. "Tongue only, my pet."

She ran her tongue along the underside of his cock, swirling it around he head and peeking up at his face through her eyelashes, pushing down a smile when he groaned, fisting her hair. "Yes, just like that, good girl."

She lapped at his skin, almost preening at the hungry look on his face as she pleasured him. "I love seeing you like this, my pet. Such a good little slut on your knees for me, eagerly lapping at my cock with your tongue. You enjoy serving your Master like this, don't you? Do you get wet from obeying me? From being a good girl and pleasuring me with your body? Spreading your legs for me and screaming as you come around my cock?"

It took all of her effort to resist reaching down and pleasuring herself with her hand, but she managed it, her fingernails digging into the carpet.

"Yes, just like that," he praised. "Such a good little pet, so hungry for the taste of my cock on your tongue, for my come in your mouth. Wrap your lips around me now, yes, just like that. Good girl."

She gagged as he thrusted into her mouth, his cock hitting the back of her throat, his balls smacking lightly against her chin as he moved. "I didn't say you could move, pet. Keep your hands and knees on the ground like a good girl while I fuck your face with my cock."

She moaned around him, sucking hard as he stiffened before spilling in her mouth, making sure it would hit her tongue so that she'd taste it.

He pulled away, tucking himself back into his clothes and fixing them. "Such a good little slut," he said quietly, running his fingers through her hair. "What do you do when your Master lets you taste his come?"

"Thank you, Master," she said dutifully, licking her lips almost unconsciously, making him smirk.

He picked up the leash from the coffee table, slotting it back into her necklace before sitting back down and tugging it lightly. "Up," he ordered, patting his lap, and she straddled him, letting his hand stroke her ass as he pulled the leash lightly. "Such a good girl," he mumbled against her lips before biting them roughly, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She moaned, rolling her hips against his rapidly hardening erection. "You're going to beg to come all over my cock, and I may even allow you to clean it with your tongue if you ask nicely enough."

"Thank you, Master."

kc + baristas trying to make better lattes than the other au (AND IF THERE'S A BET INVOLVED WHERE THEY END UP GOING ON A DATE SO BE IT)

"No. Are you kidding me? I totally make better lattes."

"Want to bet?" Klaus asked, smirking.

"Um, I'd rather not."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I'm very sure."

"If you win, I'll take your shift on Friday so that you can go to that concert."

"If we were to hypothetically make this bet, then it would be 'when I win'. Just in case though, what happens if you win? Which you hypothetically wouldn't."

"Have dinner with me. Hey, don't look at me like that. That's a legitimate reward."

"I'm not a reward."

"Calm down. I didn't mean it like that."

"Don't tell me to calm down. Anyway, fine. Next latte order we make two, and they can tell us which one is better. Deal?"

"Fair enough."

Caroline huffed and turned to look at the door. The cafe was going through a quick lull in customers right after the morning rush, and they had a quick minute to catch up on getting more milk from the back. "So. Next one to order a latte?" Caroline checked.

Klaus nodded.

They only had three minutes before the first customer walked in, and he ordered a mocha, making Caroline inwardly pout.

A group of what appeared to be high school girls enjoying the summer day walked in next, and Caroline took the three Frappuccino orders before the last girl smiled and ordered a vanilla latte. Caroline nodded. "Okay. So, my coworker and I have a bet to see who makes better lattes. We'll make you two on the house, and you can tell us which is better. Does that work for you?"

"Yeah, wow. Okay!"

Caroline nodded and waved Klaus over. "Medium vanilla latte," she said simply, and Klaus nodded, smirking.

Caroline frowned, unsure why until she turned to the girl, who was eyeing Klaus like a piece of meat. He flashed her a dimpled grin and grabbed a cup. "What's your name?" he asked, using his British accent to its full potential, making Caroline resist the urge to gag.

"Um, Emily."

"All right, Emily. Coming right up."

"Cheater," Caroline hissed.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said, grinning.

Caroline huffed. She was going to make the best latte the world had ever seen, and Emily would just have to pick it. Although, really, Caroline knew she didn't have a chance. Damn teenage girl hormones…

And it didn't hurt in the slightest that Klaus had flirted with the other girl to win a bet with her. Not one bit. At all.

The lattes were made soon enough and Emily had watched Klaus like a hawk to see which one was his before only taking a cursory sip of Caroline's and then one of Klaus's, making an exaggerated moan at the taste (seriously?) before declaring him the winner.

"Looks like I win," he said, smirking at her, turning away from Emily like the manipulative dickweed he was.

"It wasn't a fair competition," Caroline said, crossing her arms in front of her.

"Fair or not, I still won."
She rolled her eyes.

"So, dinner tomorrow night? I know that pizza place down the street is your favorite."

"Stalker," she mumbled.

"Or I asked Bonnie."

Caroline whirled around to glare at her friend, who was heating up a scone. "Traitor!" she hissed.

Bonnie just gave her a helpless sort-of shrug.

"Fine. Dinner tomorrow," Caroline said primly. "My shift's over in ten, so I'm going to do inventory and head out."

Ten minutes later, she was untying her apron, trying to pretend that she didn't feel a bit excited for the next day. She grabbed her purse and started to leave, but Klaus called her over.

"What?"

He grabbed her hand, and in the cheesiest move she'd ever seen, brushed his lips over her knuckles. "See you tomorrow, Caroline."

"Whatever," she mumbled, stomping away before he saw the blush that stained her cheeks.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! Let me know what you think.
Hugs!
-Angie