This Man Is Just-

This man is just-

Needing Him In Private For No One To See (Not Even Him) (18+)

Here’s a short simple smut for you while I work on bigger things. Enjoy 🥰

Klaus has been teasing you for a while, very aware of your desire for him, a desire of which he strongly reciprocates. But you, a friend of Elena’s, refuse to admit your lust for him due to your loyalty to her. After an encounter at the Mikaelson Ball, you go home and, unable to take it anymore, touch yourself to the thought of him.

You kicked off your pumps, slamming the door to your apartment behind you in your step. You could still feel his calloused hands on your skin as you locked your door, as you downed your final glass of wine in your kitchen, and as you ripped off your dress in a rage on the way to your bedroom.

Klaus spun you into his body on the dance floor, your chest pushing onto his as he held you tightly. You were at one of the Mikaleson balls dressed in a black sleeveless gown. Klaus intertwined one of his hands with yours, which were covered in lace gloves, and narrowed his eyes as they bored into yours. His other was placed dangerously low at the small of your back.

You did your best to stay strong, to refrain from giving him what he wanted. You kept eye contact as he moved your bodies together slowly, teasing you without doing a thing.

“That slick bastard.” you grumbled to yourself as you removed your strapless bra. Next were your stockings. As you bent over to remove them, another flux of desire washed over your body, almost painful.

It was bittersweet at best, disgusting at worst. You didn’t want to want him. In fact, you longed to hate him — but you just couldn’t. He was too charming, too funny, too handsome. You felt like a horrible friend.

Klaus, a man who sought after your friend’s death, who murdered her aunt and then almost her brother. You were a few years older than Elena, but your families were close when you were children. You had remained that way since.

She knew of Klaus’ desire for you, but knew nothing of the reciprocation of it. Of course, the Salvatores had their suspicions — how much can you really keep from vampires much your senior? — but Elena, Caroline, and Bonnie themselves had no idea.

You sighed to yourself, allowing the emotions to sit within you.

Klaus emitted a noise that you couldn’t quite put your finger on as he pulled you even closer. Everyone was to change partners every so often during the waltz. He had just gotten you back, and finally, he spoke.

“You look ravishing.”

“Well, don’t expect your hunger to be satisfied.” you said, scouring the room to check if any eyes were on you.

He laughed, all righteous and cocky as he usually was. “You say that as if you aren’t burning for me, love.”

You scoffed, refusing to look in his eyes now and setting your eyes elsewhere. “I would like to burn you, sure. Burning for you, though? Ha, that’s absurd. You’re delusional.”

“I know you’re new to vampirism, darling, but you really need to keep your emotions in check. It’s lathered all over your face.”

Rage mixed with your ache and in turn created a beautiful desire, alight with lust. You reached for your phone, but then remembered you had deleted his number. A gentle sigh escaped your lips as relief sank into your stomach, joining the mixture of emotions. What would happen if you were to call him right now?

You’d never live to hear the end of it, that’s for damn sure. But you couldn’t escape your want. After all, he was correct: you wanted that fucker. That egoistical bastard, that half-dog of a man who managed to wash through the masses like a landslide. A man who killed and slept with anyone he wanted to just ‘cause he felt like it. Again, the man who tried to kill your dear friend. Your friend who was but an angel. You, however, did not possess any heavenly qualities.

And you knew this. So you let yourself want him free of guilt, choosing to delve into your desire for him — at least alone — because it couldn’t be the worse of your crimes. You’ve killed in your time, and wanting a man you shouldn’t in private does not hold a candle. What else was there to do? Your thong was the last to leave your body. You dropped it on your floor before crawling onto your bed. You turned over on your back and bit your lip as you pondered what he would feel like.

Your eyes fluttered shut as a soft moan left your lips, your hands kneading your neck down to your breasts like your hands were his. You arched your back a little, your mouth dropping open.

“Look at you,” he would whisper low in your ear as he devoured your body with his hands, grabbing and pulling at your soft skin. “All riled up for me. Only for me. I’m going to ruin you. Do you understand that?”

And when you couldn’t respond due to the blurring of your mind at his words, he would take your face in his hands and as you again, his voice stern and sardonic. “I said, do you understand that?”

“Uh-huh,” you would respond with half a mind as he made you his. Your hands quickly found your desperate clit, and you teased yourself by tapping it gently, running your fingers down the area and back up again. A small cry left your mouth. You could not take it.

You licked your fingers, coating them thick with saliva for lubrication before they circled your clit in quick motions.

You imagined the callousness of his fingers rubbing on your core, his other holding your hands above your head, unable to escape. He whispered dirty nothings in your ear in between kisses and bites. You moaned his name, louder than expected, but it wasn’t like anybody could hear you.

You flipped yourself over, arching your back and spreading your legs wide. Your face hid in your pillow as you continued to pleasure yourself.

He would line his cock to your pussy and hold you at your hips. He’d smack your ass and you’d jump with a squeak. “Please fuck me,” your beg, your voice high and desperate. “I need you.”

“Then you’ll have me.” he would say. “I’m going to fuck you so hard I’m going to consume every living thought and desire for the rest of your immortal life. The only name you’ll be able to say is mine.” And then, he’d thrust into you roughly, then again, and again, and again at an inhuman pace.

You grabbed your sheets with your spare hand, before it rushed down your body and into your pussy. You thrusted your fingers in and out of you, curling them as your other hand worked on your clit for him. You were still calling out his name.

He would fuck you with abandon, slapping your ass and pulling your hair, groaning your name. Your moans were coming out in squeaks and high gasps. You were unable to form coherent thoughts. He would consume you. Oh, how he consumes you without even being there to touch you himself.

When you came, you came hard. The coil within you snapped, and the only sounds you were able to make were blabbers and gasps. Tears pooled in your eyes as you rode out your viscous high, your legs shaking.

You wanted to feel pathetic, how unable you were to restrain yourself from cumming from thoughts of him alone. Unable to stop needing him like this and loving it so much. But you couldn’t help it. You wanted what you wanted, and you had put it off this long. You didn’t care. There was no shame in you. You only felt relief.

When you recovered from your orgasm, you turned over on your back again. You thought fuck it, I might just give in next time I see him. Thoughts would be enough for tonight — but for how long?

I feel people talk a lot about Klamille, Klaroline and Klayley and completely ignore the influence Aurora had over Klaus.

Now, I don't really like any of the main ships of Klaus: Candice herself confirmed in a live no long ago that the producers started writing the whole Klaroline ship because the reaction of the fans to their first scene (which they didn't intend to turn romantic) was massive and positive, so their whole relationship was fan service from beginning to end. I like Klamille, but the fact that she was her therapist and they fell in love always creeped me out. And Klayley, well, they weren't even a couple but I feel that the potential was there.

But Klaurora? They fell in love in a time where neither of them were pure evil, and Klaus had been literally turned into a vampire two years before. And she wasn't "crazy", as people try to make her look: she was just bipolar, in a time where help was nowhere to be found. And Tristan just made that worse through their lives as vampires.

Now, this is my personal opinion, one I made by watching the show, you don't have to agree with it at all. Personally, I don't think Klaus and Caroline were in love with each other (not Caroline, unless she was playing hard to get in which case go girl ig), at least not in the Mystic Falls era. In New Orleans, however, they had both grown, and they seemed more comfortable in the other's presence (I still don't think they would have lasted as a couple, as I say in this post) so if they wanted to persue a romance then, go ahead.

But back to the point, Klaus was literally being an asshole in love talking about the smell of Aurora's hair and writing love letters to her: he was down bad for the woman, and it's canon that her breaking his heart is what made him the ruthless and abusive bitch we all know in canon ("you knew that your secret betrayal was the cause of everything i became" 3x05, said by Klaus to Elijah in a rather hypocrite fight).

And it's not like he got over her as his life continued: he painted her, eight hundred years after their breakup, and judging by the fact he said it became the tomb of his memories of her, he probably painted her a thousand of times before. When he showered her that painting, a millennium later, he confessed that thinking he could forget her is one of his biggest mistakes, meaning that while he was flirting with Cami and Care he still hadn't gotten over his first love. And with the way he was looking at her, I doubt it was a lie.

And they literally started being together again not even a day after she showed up in New Orleans. He didn't give a damn about Camille, or Caroline. His "however long it takes" or his "I would have found you" were completely forgotten in his mind, his own sister was kidnapped by her and he couldn't care less because he was busy showing her New Orleans, something Lucien pointed out.

Elijah noticed as well, because the whole "Do you love her" wasn't directed towards Camille, and with the way Klaus answered his question it was clear. And Klaus also asked him to never say Aurora's name in his presence (I like to think that being the little shit he is Kol always said her name whenever he was around and that's why he got daggered so much, but that's a personal headcanon of mine).

Klaus only lashed out at her when he found out Rebekah was at the bottom of the ocean (Emma who lmao), not safe as Aurora had promised him after fucking. And he did say he intented to keep his love promises to her, made in the modern world, hence bye bye his two blonde lovers (also, the fact that they resemble Rebekah so much, his favorite sibling who he's always been obssesed with, it’s so fucking weird).

He didn't chose Camille or Caroline over her, Aurora pushed him to it and he seemed pretty upset about it in the whole episode of their dramatic breakup. And Camille did say more than once she believed Klaus still loved Aurora, something Klaus didn't actually deny (he said he didn't care about her, that's all.)

I know Klaus did love Camille, he did even after a decade of her death, and I know he was obssesed with Caroline, but I personally believe that the one he loved the most has always been Aurora.

Funny enough, in 3x18, after her murdering Camille, his actual love interest, turning her into a vampire, and trying to kill his whole family, he didn't even try to pull away when she leaned to kiss him. He could have tried to bite her, or to back away, but he didn't.

And don't even get me started on him keeping her alive even after the serum left her sistem. Klaus couldn't kill her, and he was clearly distraught when Hayley inyected her that serum to send her to sleep. This fucker couldn't kill her, and he needed his girlfriends to do it.

Anyways, ik this is a unpopular opinion, but I always found the messed up dynamic of Klaurora so entertaining to watch. Aurora loved him until her death, and I think he continued to love her until his as well, knowing how much of a obssesed yandere he is.

And try to ignore any grammatic mistakes lmao, I'm spanish and I was eating a donut writing this.

😭

So fucking mad he actually had the nerve to start dating Caroline after cheating with her 🤨

enough.

klaus mikaelson x reader

summary: caroline has always been the one everyone prefers and chooses over you. how dare you think klaus would be any different?

warnings: small angst!!!

part count: 2/2

a/n: hi! sorry it took me a while for me to write the second part, but i really hope you guys enjoy it!!! i loved the plot for this, but i truly had the biggest writers block on it, hence the long hiatus :3 but i’m officially back~ please enjoy and take care of me again in the future ^-^

part one

you hugged yourself, as you walked back home from the convenience store near your home. it was a chilly night. mystic falls has always been a cold city, but lately, for you, there hasn’t been a warm day. not ever since your break up with klaus mikaelson.

thinking of klaus was painful, as you remembered that night at the ball. the night you caught him lovingly staring into caroline’s eyes, and kissing her. you both ultimately broke up. well, you decided to call things off. you just couldn’t forgive his betrayal. he knew. caroline has always been a worry in your life. from past relationships to your career, everything was a competition and you always lost. klaus was no exception. it seemed klaus and caroline had actually became a couple after your break up. it was heartbreaking to say the least.

“y/n, please wait just a second. listen to me, dear.” klaus asked desperately, his eyes slowly but surely watering at the realization of what was happening. you held your suitcase close to you, your hand tightening around the handle, trying your hardest not to give in to klaus anymore.

“let me go.” you repeated once again, not daring to meet his eyes anymore.

“y/n, please.” klaus pleaded. “i’m sorry. i truly am. i never intended for this to happen.” he said, his hand trying to hold yours, but you pulled away again. apologies meant nothing. you had nothing else to say. you were done. your relationship was done.

“darling, please, just—” klaus pleaded yet again, his hands now laid on your soaked cheeks. the nickname tugging at your broken heart. a few tears left your eyes in pure anger and betrayal.

“no!” you raised your voice, your throat aching as you continued. “you kissed her!” you said, as you forcefully removed his hands from you. klaus stared, sorrow in his eyes, shaking his head.

“y/n—”

“do you love her?”

“what?” klaus asked, taken back by the sudden question. you wiped your teary eyes and spoke again.

“answer me. do you love her?” you asked once again, terrified of the answer. but needing the response.

“please..” klaus begged, not daring to respond. but you knew the answer. after all, who were you next to the caroline forbes?

you nodded in response, understanding. you weren’t her. you would never be as special as her. who were you to think you could be appreciated and loved? how naive. you sniffled, placing a few strands of your hair behind your ear, ready to walk out of his life for good. klaus looked for your eyes, worried about you, and about the hurt he has caused you. but you never met his eyes. you completely ignored his existence, and left.

you shivered gently, as warm air left your mouth. you held the grocery bag, that contained a few snacks, headache pills and a bottle of wine, to continue to drown your sorrows in. you were over him. you swore you were. but from time to time, you couldn’t help but hurt. you have never loved anyone the way you loved klaus. not matt nor tyler. no one ever came close, not that it mattered anymore.

the streets were empty, probably due to all the werewolves and vampire attacks in the city. this was no surprise to you, you were used to it. werewolves and vampires just didn’t scare you anymore. who would even try to lay a hand on you? you were klaus mikaelson’s ex girlfriend, and a close friend of the mikaelson family. the brothers and rebekah had been taking great care of you. they knew more than anybody what happened between you two, and understood your need for space. kol and elijah were very fond of you. rebekah believed they were in love with you, often joking about another love triangle. the mikaelson family has helped you so much through all of this. it has been a year. you healed, but you never wanted to see caroline or klaus ever again.

you pouted a bit, as you realized how quite far the store was from your place. you wanted to be home already. times like this is when you wished to be a vampire. the speed would really help you right now. you smirked at your dumb thoughts as you fixed your airpod, continuing your walk home. you took out your phone, wanting to skip a song, when you heard a familiar voice call out for you.

“y/n?” the voice asked, making you almost freeze in your tracks. please don’t let this be who you thought it was.

your eyes looked up from your phone screen and met his. your past lover’s eyes. the eyes of the man you so desperately loved, but you felt nothing but sadness for. you took a deep breath as you took a look at him. he looked good. healthy.

“it’s—” klaus started, before looking down at the watch in his wrist, his eyes full of worry and confusion. “it’s two am, love… why are you wandering around so late at night?” klaus asked gently, scared to anger you, or sadden you, but so worried about you.

it was very late already. it had been dangerous around town. he knew you were an easy target to hurt him. you were human, and had no protection around you. klaus lived in constant fear of waking up with the news of your death or kidnapping done by his many enemies. you tilted your head at his soft tone. you sighed softly, shrugging your shoulder.

“it’s alright. just needed something from the store down the road.” you replied, signaling at the plastic bag in your hand. he tilted his head in utter confusion, why wouldn’t you wait until morning? regardless he nodded slowly.

“i see…but why must you walk all alone at this time of night? it’s been dangerous lately.” klaus said, you furrowed your eyebrows and and looked up at him. he sounded so genuinely worried and you couldn’t understand why.

“why do you care, niklaus?” you asked, your tone tired. klaus looked into your kind eyes, and felt a rush of sadness wash over him, as he remembered his time with you.

the truth is… caroline wasn’t you. she really wasn’t, and klaus despised it. caroline was kind, but not as kind and selfless as you. she was loving, but he didn’t feel as alive with her as he did with you. she could offer him eternity, but he realized he would prefer spending a limited lifespan by your side. it wasn’t that you were caroline, it was that caroline just wasn’t you.

“i just— you do know i care so deeply about you, right? i just wanted to check up on you.” klaus half lied, he just missed you. he missed you like crazy and it was eating him alive. the big, bad original vampire was nothing with you. you chucked under your breath, not wanting to offer him a reply to his cheap excuse.

“let me walk you home, won’t you?” klaus continued, real concern in his voice, and you heard it. you bit your lip, hesitating.

“i beg. i just want to be certain that you got home safe and sound.” klaus said softly, as you started fidgeting with your hands. you sighed, nodding your head after a few minutes of hesitating. he seemed so genuinely worried, a little company wouldn’t hurt anyone after all.

it was silent most of the time. you wanted to ask. how everything was with caroline, but why would you want to hurt yourself even more? why would you care? so you didn’t ask. and wouldn’t even talk if he didn’t start a conversation first. klaus could feel his heart breaking as the silence broke out yet again. you always had something to say, something to tell him, but now you were dead silent. it pained him.

“i miss you.” klaus finally confessed, your heart stopping at his sudden words. for the first time, you looked at him, in utter shock. but klaus continued looking upfront, terrified to meet your expression. after a few minutes of thinking, you spoke up.

“you don’t get to do that.” you mumbled, loud enough for him to hear. he nodded in agreement, biting his red lips. you were right. he has no right to even miss you at all. he was the one who caused this.

“i acknowledge that, believe me.” klaus said, a sigh leaving his lips mid sentence. you could sense the honesty in his voice. “i just wanted to tell you.” you nodded, your eyes now locked towards the floor you both walked on.

“caroline…” klaus continued, the mention of her name felt like a knife to the chest. you swallowed your hurt and continued to listen to klaus mikaelson pour his heart out for you. “she’s lovely. she’s sweet, delightful and kind…” klaus said, every one of his words deepening your wound.

“but she’s just not… you.” klaus said, stopping his walking and turning to face you. “i realized how big of a mistake i made. i knew of your past with her, and i still did it, and i want to apologize.” klaus spoke, as you listened.

“in this past year, i have done nothing but miss and love you.” klaus confessed and you felt your skin turn pale. “you are the one made for me, y/n. and i was incredibly foolish for even doubting it.”

“klaus..”

“please— let me finish.” klaus begged, his strong, big hands reaching over to hold yours. “she’s not you. she is just not the woman i am so desperately in love with. she is absolutely no one and nothing next to you. and i feel so miserable for adding onto your pain, and self doubt.” klaus continued.

“klaus—” you tried saying once again, only to be interrupted.

“i was wrong.” klaus whispered softly, his right hand now resting on your soft cheek, his thumb stroking your skin. “my biggest mistake to day is hurting you.” klaus confessed, his eyes slowly watering, to your surprise. you heart was being shaken by his broken expression, the way his eyes were filled with pure regret and sadness, and how his mouth frowned at you. it took everything in you to not wrap your arms around him and console who used to be your gentle hybrid. after a while of staring into each other’s eyes, klaus spoke up again.

“would you please give me another chance to redeem myself? let me make this right, my love, please.” klaus finished, his eyes full of sincerity. the nickname he used to always endearingly call you taking your breath away instantly.

you stood in the middle of the street, with the man of your life holding you, and pleading to have you back. you bit your lip, holding back the tears that threatened to run down your cheeks. he wanted you back? he realized he was wrong? he regrets everything? you don’t know if you wanted to laugh or cry.

you wanted to give in, and be his again. you adored him. you were sure he was the love of your life. but could you even trust him anymore? after everything he put you through? after all the turmoil, heartbreak and self distrust you felt for yourself? he was part of the cause of your low self-esteem, and lack of self confidence. the person who used to be the main reason for your confidence and self love, was now the reason of your infinite sadness and self loathing.

“i can’t…” you started, your hands rushing over to remove his from your body. klaus looked at you, shocked by your actions. “i won’t go back to you, klaus.” you replied gently. even if he broke your heart into a million pieces, you wouldn’t want to hurt him. he mattered to you. the only way you were going to hurt him was by not going back to him, and letting caroline have him. that would be your revenge for everything she has put you through. letting her believe the man she wanted most loved her, when in fact, he adored you.

“darling…”

“no, niklaus.” you said gently, shaking your head. “you and caroline are perfect for each other, can’t you see?” you said, his heart tightening at your words.

“you’ve hurt me enough. how sure can i be that you won’t change your mind like you did before?” you asked, and klaus shook his head, refusing. his hands ran to your cheeks again, his forehead now resting in yours, eyes closed as he begged you. klaus mikaelson was begging you. a mere human.

“i will never. i will never commit the same mistake as before, my beloved.” klaus whispered to you, his voice breaking. you fought your tears, breaking the contact between you two.

“and what if you do? what if this happens again? i won’t put myself through this again, klaus. i deserve better.” you said, finally putting yourself first. you mattered, before anyone else. even before the man you loved.

“i just can’t find it in me to trust you again.” you said, taking a few steps back, ready to continue walking home, and leave all this behind. you wanted to start over and regain the love you once had for yourself. klaus stared at you, as tears now ran down his cheek. it took everything in you to not kiss him and forgive him in that instant.

“then please.” klaus spoke again, raising his voice, so you could hear as you walked away from him. “please keep your heart open for me.” klaus spoke for the last time, desperation in his voice. a smile creeped up in your lips, as you continued walking him.

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Klausluvr hereee! More on Marcel & Klaus:

I agree that Klaus loved Marcel potentially as deeply as he did Hope.

Why he didn’t show it is because when Marcel was a kid Klaus’ heart wasn’t open to any kind of affection. He showed his love in other ways like building him up. The fact Marcel happens to be male is also a huge factor.

The western society the relationship between fathers and sons and fathers and daughters are distinctively different. Fathers and daughters are (this is when the father stays… which is rare) more likely to be affectionate. Fathers and sons seem to bond over more typically masculine things.

That being said I wish Klaus and Marcel had the opportunity to show real affection. After Hope was born Klaus did try but it was too late. :(

Exactly, when Klaus met Marcel he wasn't really open to affection, but he tried to show him that he loved him in other ways. I also think that if he had meet Marcel as a baby, his relationship with him would have been really different, more like the one he has with Hope, because meeting your adopted kid as a child rather than as a baby, changes a lot of things.

I also wonder how Klaus’s relationship with a male bio kid would have been. Would Marcel feel jealous or something? I can't help but think he must have been hurt in canon, seeing the way Klaus treats Hope.

It's ironic that Hope's relationship with her father also got ruined, because Klaus abandoned her too (I get that he had to leave her for The Hollow, but after he stopped answering her calls he basically set the whole plot of season 5).

But at the end, the three of them are still family and if I'm honest, Klaus dying for Marcel in the finale would have been also an amazing ending.

Fr. I like Hayley, I think she's a good character and I acknowledge all of her wrongs (the killing of the twelve hybrids and the massacre of the witches, etc), but Phoebe's characterization is just poor.

She's a decent actress: the whole fight back scene with Klaus, Hope's birth, running from Elijah's red door version, bla, bla. But the more I watch The Originals, the more her acting is just untouching for me.

Her death scene made me cry the first time I watched it, but now it's just... uh. I know we were supposed to know/understand she was turning off her humanity while she was dying, but it was really strange. Her expressions just don't go with the scene. It's rare, and though I still find the scene sad, it’s not the same anymore for me.

And as you said, when she acts with people like Daniel, Claire, Joseph or such, it’s really clear she just doesn't know how to really act. Her facial expressions are all the same, and I feel people just ignore that because Phoebe is clearly beautiful.

As a matter of a fact, the only character of Phoebe I have seen is Hayley, so perhaps is just Hayley the one that wasn't good represented and I'm being too harsh.

I like Hayley, and I like Phoebe, and I like -sometimes- her acting. That's all.

rewatching TO and I really mourn the potential Hayley had, specially as Jackson wife/alpha. they could really go deep in the Andrea Labonair ™ storyline before season 4/5, but absolutely not. let's make haylijah against instead who tf cares anyway she was better with Jackson, was the first time Hayley had some nuance in the originals

It does not helps that, although they really tried to make it work to her, Phoebe Tonkin have absolutely two emotions and that's it. Most of Hayley's lack of appeal in most scenes it's due the fact the actress playing her does not have range. She has the same face when she's angry, when she's thought, when she's trying make the man in her life feel better or be better (why she's being used to placate Jackson's anger or to be Elijah's nightmare or to give Klaus a pep talk whenever he needs?) or even when she's supposed to be horny. And it's not like she does not have great performances as Hayley, she does, but those are so rare during seasons, such as Hope's birth or Jackson's death, her own death in season 5 and guess that's it.

Another actress could actually make Hayley work just fine. She was good in the vampire diaries because that was the attitude required to play the character Hayley was supposed to be in TVD but in TO she should be mature, an actual adult woman with actual conflicts and war back and forth, protecting a child, being in a marriage and in a relationship with a thousand years old vampire. She's none of those. Maybe Hayley is not even a Mary Sue or something, she just poorly acted and directed. She's surely well written. Her storyline, in my personal opinion, makes it perfect sense. But, Jesus... I'm struggling with the acting so bad.

It's worse when she's paired with an actress like Leah Pipes or the scenes she had with Charles Michael Davis, Joseph Morgan and Daniel Gillies itself. I love Phoebe, i think she's great, she was amazing in previous works, she had great performances outside The Originals. Hayley's portrait was the problem.