Hello! I am back with some more drabbles. The first two are SFW and the last one is NSFW. Tell me if you like more short drabbles of longer one shots.
Established!Klaroline + Prompt: "stop yelling 'parkour' when you scale fences and run across the road that's dangerous and an incredibly inefficient detour so gET BACK HERE" AU/AH SFW
"PARKOUR!" Caroline yelled, vaulting over a fence.
"Caroline, the gate is right here. You could have just walked through," Klaus sighed, opening the unlocked gate and walking out of the park.
They had gone there for a nice picnic. It had been lovely, filled with giggles and soft caresses under the bright sun, shaded only by a large solitaire oak tree. Klaus had nearly tackled a child to the ground when Caroline was hit with a frisbee but instead watched as she threw it back with an easy flick of her wrist. This then led her to abandoning him in favour of the children that had practically attacked her, much to Klaus' dismay.
"If I had just walked through, that wouldn't have been cool. I need to keep up my street cred," She said, landing to the ground with a soft thump.
"Sweetheart, one time you called me to kill a spider that was actually just a piece of fluff. I don't think you had much to begin with," Klaus said, chuckling at Caroline's dismayed look.
"Well… That's all the more reason to build it," Caroline huffed. Looking around, she spotted a ditch in front of a sidewalk. It wasn't even sectioned off. It's practically asking to be jumped over, Caroline thought. It was big enough to make her think twice about jumping over it, but her mind had already been made up.
"Hey. Klaus."
"Yes, love?" Klaus answered warily. Slowly she turned around, and the knowing and sly look made him apprehensive. He has only seen that look two times before, and both times ended up with someone in the emergency room.
A devilish look crossed her face, and before he could even process what was happening, she was already tearing down the street.
"PARKOUR!" Caroline exclaimed, sprinting across the road and hurling herself across the ditch, Klaus' screams of concern turning heads on the street.
Flying through the air, Caroline felt her hair whip around her head. She crashed on the sidewalk, rolling several times before stopping. Her hands caught her fall and were therefore torn and bloodied. Pedestrians avoided her like the plague as she laughed breathlessly like a madman.
After nearly getting hit by a car, Klaus finally made it over to where Caroline was lying. He pulled her up and held her by her upper arms, trying to assess if and where she had been hurt. Caroline immediately sobered up when she saw the look of concern on his face. His eyes caught sight of her hands and his stomach did a flip. His calloused fingers gently grasped her hands and them to get a better look.
Bits of gravel were stuck in her palms, the blood welling up into little mounds. With an exasperated sigh, he took her back to his car, resisting the urge to just carry her there.
Caroline was overwhelmed with the urge to speak, sing, or do anything to fill the silence, but all the words got stuck in her throat. She regretted pushing his limits. She knew getting hurt would worry him, but she didn't think he would be this upset.
Plopping her in the backseat, he took the first aid kit he kept just for emergencies. He said nothing with the exceptions of some small huffs here and there.
"It's really not that bad," Caroline started, but quickly stopped when Klaus just stared at her with an unimpressed and extremely worried look.
After cleaning her hands and bandaging them up, he set the first aid kit aside and cupped Caroline's face.
"Never. Ever. Do that again. You can scare me, and that's fine as long as you don't actually get hurt. I love you too much to lose you." He whispered softly.
"Sorry," she muttered.
"It's okay. I was just worried," he said, as he pressed a light kiss to her lips.
"I love you too. And just to be clear I'll still do parkour-"
"Caroline-"
"But I'll be more careful." she finished, talking as if he never interrupted.
"Fine. But just so you know, love, it is very inefficient."
"How many times do I have to explain it to you? It's to up my street cred!" Caroline explained exasperatedly, gesturing with her arms to make a point.
"Of course, love. How could I have forgotten your non-existent street cred?" Klaus replied, smirking at her affronted look.
"Hey!" Caroline said, trying to defend herself, but all arguments were gone when Klaus' warm hands cupped her face once again as his lips slanted over hers.
It's snowing really hard here in Tokyo so have this prompt! "strangers waiting at the bus stop when it's snowing and one shares their scarf with the other one" AU/AH EXTREMELY FLUFFY! SFW
Winter was the worst. Harsh winds stealing your breath away, below zero temperatures and snow. So much snow. Clogging the roads, sticking in your clothes and the moment you go anywhere warm it melts and you're left soaking wet and shivering.
Another thing that sucked was the first fall of snow. Especially when you're unprepared. Which was exactly what Klaus was.
He had just finished his shift at the bar he owned - The Originals - and was heading home. The moment he stepped outside he was assaulted with snowflakes stinging his face. With no scarf or beanie, his head was left entirely to the mercy of the elements, and she wasn't feeling benevolent.
Trudging his way to the bus stop, he wasn't surprised to find one other person there. Sitting on the bench, she was practically covered in her dark blue scarf. It was wrapped several times around her face and she had a red beanie hiding her hair. He could see hints of blonde hair escaping her hat and bright blue eyes shining through the small gap that was exposed. She seemed bedazzled by the falling snow, her eyes crinkling a little, a telltale sign that she was smiling under all those layers.
He sat as well, enough space between them to seat another person. Looking away and at his watch, he contemplated when the bus would arrive. He had the times memorised in his head, and the next one should be coming in five minutes. Klaus knew it would be a miracle if it came in the next thirty minutes.
The snow plummeted down and was just seeming to get heavier and heavier by the minute. He felt as if he had been there for hours when it had actually only been a few minutes. He was shivering and was pretty sure his ears would never regain feeling again.
He could feel her eyes on him. He chanced a glance just as they were flicking away, and now they seemed concerned, a slight furrow showing below her beanie. He wished he was as warm as her. If he knew her, he could huddle up for some sort of warmth, but right now they were strangers. If he did that he would most likely be in a holding cell. At least a holding cell would be warm, Klaus thought bitterly.
In the midst of his brooding, a soft voice broke him out of his thoughts.
"Uh, hi! It's really cold and you don't have a scarf or hat or anything," the soft voice said. He turned and saw that is was his concerned companion. The scarf was slightly pulled down now, and he could see her pink button nose and her lips. They weren't cracked and dry like he thought they would be after spending so much time in the cold. Rather, they looked soft. He was suddenly hit by an image of them kissing, and when his eyes darted back up he realised he must have taken too long to answer.
"It seems that I don't, love," he answered smoothly, shaking himself from thoughts of her rosy lips.
"Yeah you don't. Um - okay this might sound creepy considering I don't know you or anything but do you want to share my scarf? You just look extremely red and your ears have gotta be hurting, at least a little bit. My scarf's really big, so it would be comfortable for both of us and… uh…" she trailed off, realising she had no way to wrap up what she was offering. Rethinking, what she had just offered and the circumstances, she noticed that what she was doing was extremely creepy. She was a stranger who just said that she was watching him and is now offering to share her scarf, something you can't do without being extremely close.
Klaus watched her trail off, then start biting her lip. She seemed worried about his answer, and a weird feeling made him want to reassure her. "If you don't mind, I would love to share your scarf. I don't know if you've notice, but it's a bit chilly," he said, noticing at how she perked up at his answer.
She laughed at his weak joke, glad for his attempt to lighten the mood. She unwrapped enough of her scarf for it to be wrapped around him several times. Scooting closer, she draped it around his shoulders as he took the end of it and finished putting it on, making sure it covered his ears, tucking the loose end in one of the many loops to keep it from getting unravelled. Once he was satisfied, he turned back to the blonde beauty, who gave him a shy smile.
"I'm sorry, I never even introduced myself. Niklaus Mikaelson. But you can call me Klaus," he said, extending a hand towards her.
"Caroline For - OH MY GOD YOU AREN'T EVEN WEARING GLOVES!" She gasped, nearly smacking him in her haste to clasp his hands in his. "How did you even survive?" She asked, genuinely worried for his health. A small chuckle broke her out of her reverie. She glanced up to see his eyes dancing with mirth.
"I'm serious, Klaus! You could get frostbite or something," she said, huddling a bit closer to warm him up.
He could feel her warmth radiating from her and instinctively shifted a bit closer. His thigh pressed into hers, so close that he could make out the snowflakes that dusted her eyelashes, and he had a strong urge to paint her.
"Well it's a good thing you're here to warm me up, sweetheart," he replied, shamelessly flirting. He could have sworn he saw her blush, but then again it might have just been the cold.
They lapsed into a comfortable silence, Caroline holding his hands while he just observed her. It wasn't very long until she spoke again.
"So, where are you going?" She asked, looking up into his eyes. It was the first time she really looked at them. They were a deep blue with green and grey specks sprinkled throughout, giving his eyes a certain depth to them that entranced her.
"Just home. How about you? Where are you headed?"
"Home as well. To be honest, I thought I would be home with some pizza and Netflix right now, but obviously the bus has other ideas," she said with a small laugh.
"I hope my company is just as satisfactory as your Netflix."
"I mean you are comparing yourself to Netflix," she giggled, "but your company is a close second.
They had an easy conversation after that. Talking about their jobs and family life. He learned that she was an only child, and she was coming back from her job at a fashion magazine, where she worked as an art director. The way her eyes lit up as she described her job made the biting cold and numbness in his toes worth it.
He, in turn, offered information about his families and he traded anecdotes about annoying customers he has had to encounter. Her laughter after he recounted a particularly trying customer was music to his ears. He hoped the bus would come a little later, if just to hear her enchanting stories for just a bit longer.
Finally, after nearly forty minutes of what he would consider the best conversation he had ever had, the bus arrived. They both got up to walk to the bus when Caroline was yanked back. She had forgotten they were wearing the same scarf. He laughed at her clumsiness as she covered her face with her hands, trying to block out the embarrassment.
He put an arm around her waist, surprised at how natural it felt. They walked into the bus together and he spent the twenty minute ride to his stop trying to work up the courage to ask for her number. When they reached the stop before his, he was surprised when Caroline gave him her scarf.
"It's still really cold and you still don't even have a hat - not like I was expecting you to, like, magically conjure one up or something - but you should borrow this," she explained in a hurry.
"I can't possibly keep it -"
"You won't. It's… it's also an excuse. To see you. Again." Caroline said, pulling out a pen seemingly from nowhere and writing what he presumed was her number.
"Well I look forward to returning this." Klaus said with a wolfish grin.
The bus pulled into his stop, much too soon for his liking, and Klaus chanced a chaste kiss on her cheek.
"I'll see you soon, Caroline."
She could only manage a slight nod, still shocked over the small peck on her cheek.
Walking to his house, Klaus inhaled the scarf he gave her. It smelled like lavender and something that was solely Caroline.
Maybe winter wasn't so bad after all.
I would never leave you guys without smut ;) Set after 4x23. I haven't watched the show in a long while so I'm sorry if anything is incorrect. Prompt: "It's a Saturday but we both have nothing to do so let's drink and play Never Have I Ever" AU NSFW
"Klaus!" Caroline called, trying to use false bravado to hide her didn't bother to knock, bursting through the door which was surprisingly unlocked.
A rush of air went by Caroline and then Klaus was there, in front of her. Clad in a slim fitting dark grey henley and jeans - he is inside why is he wearing jeans? -he stood casually, leaning just a little too close.
"Caroline, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Klaus purred. Caroline tried desperately to keep her breathing even and to ignore the aching between the thighs.
"All my friends have abandoned me and it's a Saturday," Caroline said, pleased her voice came out steady.
"I am aware, but you still haven't answered my question, love."
"I… I don't wanna be alone right now," Caroline said, looking away. She broke up with Tyler a week after graduation when he chose his pack over her. She had been trying to coax some feeling over the breakup, but she just felt lighter. More free.
"Also, not to stroke your ego or anything but you always exceed expectations. Whether that's a good or bad thing is up to you."
Klaus grinned at her small confession. It was a step forward, that's for sure. Coming to him for once. He had of course already heard of her break up with Tyler and was waiting for the right time to make a move. He was spared of having to figure it out because Caroline had just shown up on his doorstep.
"Well I would invite you in, love, but it seems you have already taken that liberty," Klaus said, stepping out of her space to lead her into the living room, his hand on the small of her back.
Caroline's breath hitched when his hand rested against her back. The touch was so innocuous but also somehow not. He led her to a leather couch, gesturing for her to take a seat as he went to get some alcohol. She hesitantly sat down, eyes surveying the room. There was art, of course, on the walls. Two of which were unmistakably Klaus'. One was of a landscape, warm hues lighting up the ocean. A lighthouse stood proud on its own, but it was so lonely. The other one was more abstract, reds and blues clashing to make a silhouette of a face.
"What will be your poison of choice today?" Klaus asked, standing in front of his liquor cabinet.
"I don't know… Vodka?" Caroline said, tearing her gazes away from the paintings and looking back at Klaus. He was watching her intently, analysing her face.
"Vodka it is," he replied, taking out two shot glasses and a bottle of Magnum Grey Goose vodka.
"Isn't this vodka like, super expensive?" Caroline said, pulling out her phone. "Holy shit! It costs eight hundred dollars!"
"Well when you live for a thousand years you're able to afford such trivial things."
She scoffed as he smirked and poured out the shit glasses. "To not being alone," Klaus said as they toasted.
Clinking their glasses they both threw their shots back. Klaus swallowed it without any hindrance but Caroline made a face. No matter how expensive vodka still tasted like vodka.
Klaus poured out some more shots in silence.
I can't stand silence, Caroline thought.
"So what shall we do to fill it, love?"
"Huh? Can you read my mind or something?" She asked.
"Caroline, sweetheart, you said it out loud."
She blushed red and looked down. Still a blabbermouth.
She was just about to drink her shot when an idea popped into her head.
"Never Have I Ever!" She beamed.
"Excuse me?"
"You know? Never Have I Ever?" At his blank look she elaborated. "You've never played it before?"
"I guess even when you're more than a thousand years old there will always be new experiences."
"Okay, so, basically you say something you've never done and if someone else has done it they take a shot," she explained to a still confused Klaus.
"Here, I'll start. Never have I ever… been out of America," she said, knowing he'll have to take a shot. He looked a bit disappointed at that.
"We'll have to correct that," Klaus murmured, taking a shot. She didn't miss his use of 'we'. She just pretended to ignore it.
"Never have I ever been an only child," he stated, targeting her like she did to him.
"Unfair!" She grumbled. Still she drank.
They continued on like this for a while, finishing the first bottle and moving on to the second one. Since Caroline was a vampire and Klaus was a hybrid, they both had much higher tolerances than humans. They worked their way through one bottle and popped open another. Somewhere along the way, their answers got dirty.
"Never have I ever done it on a plane," Klaus said, winking at Caroline, whose cheeks were flushed a light pink from the drinking.
"Seriously? I would have totally pegged you for a guy who was a part of the mile high club," she giggled.
"I have just never seen the point. What if there was turbulence?" He chuckled as Caroline broke out into full out laughter.
"Okay, okay, okay. Never have I ever had anyone go down on me before," Caroline confided, blushing a little when his eyes turned dark and possessive over the thought of being the first one to pleasure her orally.
"I thought those boys would be inadequate."
"Your turn," Caroline announced quickly, trying to change the subject.
"Never have I ever had a lap dance before."
"What?! Seriously? Even I've had one," she confessed.
"Who?" Klaus asked.
"A girl on the cheer squad. It was a dare. But you've seriously never had one?"
"I didn't know it was this crucial."
In a moment of impulse, Caroline said five little words Klaus never dreamed of hearing. "I could give you one."
His eyes immediately went dark and his breathing became ragged. "Love. Are you sure?"
"Get in that chair," she commanded, pointing to a dining chair she just pulled out.
He sat in it swiftly, half thinking that this was a dream as Caroline sauntered over to her phone, selecting Partition by Beyoncé, toeing off her shoes to be a bit more agile. She skipped to the chorus and when the beat started she walked over to him, adding an extra sway to her hips.
"Driver roll up the partition, please," Caroline mouthed, as she dipped her hips low and moved them in a wide circle. Klaus felt himself grow hard at the sight of Caroline dancing. For me, he thought.
She started to strip, and when Beyoncé sang, "He bucked all my buttons he ripped my blouse," Caroline tore off her shirt, leaving her only in in a lacy black bra. So she liked to wear cute bras for confidence, sue her! She was glad she chose this one tonight, though.
Klaus gripped the arms of the chair when Caroline revealed herself in that scrap of lace she called a bra. She continued to dance, moving sensually to the beat. Soon, Caroline got into his lap, grinding slowly, rubbing her aching core against his length.
The music blurred out and all he could concentrate on was the smooth curves of Caroline's body. His hands stroked up her sides and the feel of his calloused hands made Caroline moan softly. She tilted her head back and he captured her lips in his. Her arms went back to grab his curls as their tongues had a dance of their own.
She tasted sweet and he could pick out the slight tint of vodka from their drinking game. She broke the kiss to straddle him and then they were back at it, all teeth and desperate moans.
"Shirt. Off." Caroline gasped out.
Happy to oblige, Klaus practically ripped off his shirt in his haste. Her soft fingers traced the hard lines of his abdomen, making the muscles underneath tighten. He cupped her soft breasts and was about to pull her bra off when he stopped in a silent question. She nodded clearly and that was all the encouragement he needed.
He ripped her bra right down the middle much to Caroline's dismay. She was about to scold him for it when he enveloped her soft nipple into his mouth. That scolding quickly turned into moans as she gasped his name, trying to rub against him for some kind of relief.
He lightly bit her which made her cry out, before releasing her and blowing on the small peak, making her shudder at the sudden temperature change. He repeated this action on the other nipple, rolling the other one with his hand as her fingers threaded through his curls, never wanting him to stop. Of course, you couldn't get everything you wanted, because Klaus released her and grinned at her small whine.
"As much as I would love to take you fast and hard right here, I have other plans," he growled into her ear.
"You have plans?"
"I fantasized about you in many ways Caroline. Let me bring this one to life." And with that, he sped them to his bedroom, gently setting her on the bed. The smell of his cologne enveloped her, making her wet with desire.
As Klaus stripped his pants and Caroline did the same, both still in their underwear. He climbed on top of her looking into her eyes. They were normally a bright shade of blue, but now they were darkened with lust.
Impatient to wait any longer, Caroline lifted up and kissed him hard. He reciprocated easily, nipping at her lower lip then soothing the sting with his tongue. She moaned loudly when he rubbed a finger over her clit through her underwear. Klaus started to pepper kisses along her jawline, down her sternum and along her hip bone. When he hooked a finger in the band of her underwear he felt Caroline slightly tense.
"Tell me if you want to stop," he said, trying to assure her.
"Keep going," she replied, breathless.
Sliding her lace article of clothing down her legs, he pushed her open slightly. "Just relax, sweetheart. You'll like this." He felt her lay back down, but she was still a bit rigid. The moment his tongue glided over her center, she let out a loud moan and went completely lax.
He continued to lave her sweet core with his tongue, relishing in the moans he heard. He slipped a finger in, bringing her close to the edge. When he knew she was about to snap, he withdrew, leaving Caroline aching and wanting.
"Hey, I was just about to finish!" Caroline whimpered, mad at how much he teased her.
"I know. But when you fall apart it will be with me buried inside you, so deep that the only coherent thought you will be able to form will be my name," he said huskily.
She felt herself grow hot at his words, and she could only answer by sneaking a hand between them and grasping his length. "Then take me," She whispered, so low that he would have missed it if not for his supernaturally enhanced hearing.
With a low snarl, he sheathed himself inside her, setting a punishing pace from the beginning. Because of the foreplay beforehand, she came in the first couple of thrusts, gasping out his name. He wasn't done yet, and thanks to her new found vampire stamina she only just managed to keep up.
She felt another orgasm build up, and soon her gasps turned into loud cries. "That's it sweetheart. Yell my name. Make sure everyone knows who has ruined you for everyone else."
A small part of her wanted to tell him that there must be someone better than him at sex, but that thought was quickly cut off when she felt him pinch her clit sharply. It was enough to bring her over the edge and she screamed his name as she fell apart. He grunted out her own name after a few more thrusts, and their pace slowed down as they rode out their orgasms.
They laid on the bed spent, their positions switched so now Caroline was on his chest, lazily drawing patterns.
"So, did that exceed your expectations love," he purred repeating her words from earlier.
"Well if you want to pass with flying colours, I think we should do that again."
"I always loved a challenge," Klaus remarked with a sly grin.
YAY! That was a lot. Don't forget to leave a review! Again, which do you like better? Multiple short drabbles or longer ones? Let me know!