And Suddenly My Legs Are Spreading-

And suddenly my legs are spreading-

"I hate The Originals because it made the Mikaelson ooc and because of the baby plot"

You hate The Originals because your view of the characters wasn't the one depicted in the show. We never got to see the Mikaelson in a more personal way until the show, so why are you upset they are actually showing feelings and emotions??? If you're upset because Klaus is supposedly always crying and being soft, Rebekah doesn't know her worth and allows everyone to be shitty to her and Elijah is always taking care of the only two siblings he cares about then surprise lol, they were already like that in tvd but the show never never delved into that because the Mikaelsons were villains at that point in the story and it wouldn't look good to have the main antagonists look "human"

But I completely agree with the baby plot, it was so bad done, borderline racist with the way they acted towards the bio kid and the black adopted one, and the fact that only Hayley got to raise Hope just made it look worse. And "raised" wouldn't be the word I would use, because she did ship her daughter to school when she was seven years old and Hope stayed there until she was fourteen (she was actually fourteen, it's even said in the tvdu wiki but the writers seemed to think that 7 + 7 = 15, but anyway, just more writing mistakes).

The show should have had more of Rebekah/Kol/Finn in it, I completely agree in that. I would have preferred it to be about their past and how they came to be what they are today, rather than what we have now. That doesn't mean I don't like to, I do, it's my favorite show.

And The Originals is generally more liked than The Vampire Diaries for a reason.

Hating Camille O'Connell because of a shitty ship that wasn't even supposed to happen in the first place is honestly pathetic.

No, Cami wasn't a copy of Caroline and no, Klaus didn't fall in love with her because she reminded him of Caroline. Camille and Caroline have nothing in common apart from being blondes and their names starting with "ca"

Reducing Cami to just being Klaus’s love interest is also quite pathetic. Cami had a storyline of her own and if we're gonna act like this, I could as well say that Caroline's whole character revolved about slutshaming every single female that slept with someone she liked when ironically, Caroline is the one who slept around the most. And no, I'm not slutshaming her for that either. It's her body, and she can sleep who whoever she wants because it's just sex, it's nothing taboo and she can explore her sexual life the way she wants.

Don't even get me started on the hate towards Hayley for "getting on the way" of klaroline. They're constantly calling her "whore" and all kind of shit and it's just disgusting. Yes, sleeping with your brother's baby daddy was something fucked up, but people are talking about her as if she was some kind of prostitute. Hayley just slept with Klaus, Elijah, her main love interest, and Jackson, her husband. No, not with Tyler, despite what people seem to think.

And,,, it's been more than ten years and people are still mad she's the one who got pregnant with Klaus's child. No, Caroline couldn't have gotten magically pregnant and no, she wouldn't have moved to New Orleans because there was literally nothing for her there.

But anyway, Cami, Hayley and Caroline are too hot for Klaus and having stupid characters/ship wars about those girls is yeah, ✨pathetic✨

Leave my girls alone wtf

Facts

And while he was being tormented by the Hollow/Inadu and Cami was the one who showed up, it was basically his mind so when she said "I know your heart" that was just Klaus himself acknowledging Camille was one of the persons who knew him the best

Did he ever say something like that about/to Caroline, other than I fancy you or I'll kill you if you don't stop talking? I don't think so 💅

Klamille vs Klaroline?

klamille for sure.

this isn’t just because i don’t like klaroline. i disliked that ship before i knew klamille was a thing. klaroline just felt like a bunch of scenes with the bad boy good girl trope. no cohesion, no relevance to the plot, nothing. it came out of nowhere and felt very random. and also idk where kc fans spun the narrative that caroline brought out good things in klaus. if she really did he wouldn’t have killed carol lockwood. he wouldn’t have hurt caroline. he wouldn’t have told tyler to bite her. if caroline had any impact over him other than some physical attraction he wouldn’t have done all of those things.

but klamille, this is a ship that’s really good. we see a softer side of klaus, where he cares about someone outside of his family. he even trusts her to take her to hope, when he could have easily compelled her. he has a sort of tenderness with her that we don’t see with many of his other love interests. unlike klaroline, his love for cami extends to the people close to her. like father kieran, detective kinney. he helps those people just because cami wished it. plus, when he was being imprisoned by marcel and the hollow, he imagined cami, which kind of speaks for itself.

If you're a Damon or Katherine fan, I really don't recommend you read this. But if you dislike them as much as me, go ahead.

I was (stupidly) one of the few people that chose to think Damon didn't rape Caroline, because Pl*c said he didn't. And like, I prefer to believe that, not because I like Damon, I despise him, but because the amount of sexual abuse this show has is disgusting.

Tyler trying to rape Vicky, Damon raping Caroline, Katherine raping Stefan, etc. And damn, perhaps even when Klaus made out with Caroline while he was in Tyler's body.

Do I think he would have slept with her? No, but the fact that Caroline had already took her shirt off and Klaus didn't stop her until later always felt off for me. I don't think he would have raped her, at all. I don't see any of the Mikaelson as the rape type, perhaps Mikael, but not even then.

But anyways, while scrolling through Google, I decided to search how Julie actually "confirmed" Damon didn't rape Caroline, and honestly it's just pathetic.

What does this even mean? Caroline herself said he abused her, AND fed on her. I mean, the quote is literally "I remember how you manipulated me. You pushed me around, abused me, erased my memories. Fed on me."

Yes, Caroline consented to sex the first time, but after that? He fed on her, and raped her as well.

And Katherine raped Stefan as well, I'm pretty sure. When she began compelling him, to "go on exactly like they wanted", he literally wasn't mentally able to consent to a romantic relationship with her, less alone sexual. And Stefan was 17, exactly the same age Caroline was when Damon raped her.

So, if I'm correct, Katherine raped Stefan, Damon raped Caroline and Andy, Tyler tried to force himself on Vicky and I think it's implied Stefan is a rapist as well in a flashback, but I'm not too sure because the last time I saw TVD (other than seasons 3/4) was in 2018, right when it ended, but the whole thing is him being seen with naked women and blood all over them while he had his humanity off I think. Anyway, disgusting.

I don't think the writers intented for them to be considered rapists, especially if we take into account the three of them are fan favorite. But it was 2009, a lot of things were taken lightly and I'm 100% sure TVD wouldn't have made it past the pilot if it had been streamed in 2020.

And yeah, every single character is a murderer on this show, but there's a difference between them. Both are traumatic and both are unforgiving, and in real life no one wants to be through that (I've seen people compare Elena and Caroline's trauma, her being raped and the first being abused by Klaus, which it's disgusting, there is no need to compare them). But if you're gonna bring one of them to fiction, always chose murder. Because in murder there may be a "redeeming" quality that explains why you did it, but rape? It's completely disgusting, it's awful and there is nothing that will ever excuse taking someone's free will like that.

But anyways: The Vampire Diaries is racist, rapist and a lot of things I'm for sure forgetting now. It's really hard to be a fan of this show sometimes, but I still like it, though I'm more of a fan of The Originals. And that show has problems of it's own, considering it made Elijah look racist and made Klaus sympathize with a group of vampires that the show recognized as nazis.

Sex On Italian Sand — A Klaus Mikaelson Smut (18+)

Summary: You and Klaus are sunbathing in Italy on your long-awaited honeymoon. Finally alone and free of your burdens for a short time, you just can’t keep your hands off of each other.

A little different to my usual writings. I hope you enjoy Xx

How the sun adorned the late afternoon had enraptured them both; the golden sights and mildly burning sensation on their skin coaxed sighs from their gentle mouths, caused their eyes to flutter, sunglasses protecting them both, their bodies tangled together on the beach towel. Her head rested on their bags, while his head rested on her breast. She mindlessly played with his hair. Neither of them spoke a word.

This is the quietest it had been for them in a very long time. They were laying alone on an Italian beach on their honeymoon, their golden wedding rings glowing in the sun, their ring fingers burning up a little. Klaus had bought a villa that was right next to a little private beach. This beach was intimate, a small secluded area close to the shoreline that broke off into a very large one, rocks building a wall in between them.

His wife moaned softly as she stretched from underneath him, arching her back as she breathed out. She had done this a few times in the past half hour, and each time it stirred more lust in Klaus’ loins. While the lust was forever hungry, it was tender and loving. It didn’t demand a feast nor a punishment, instead, it reached out its hand for love, for divine sensuality.

Laying on his stomach on her chest, Klaus stirred, adjusting his position so he could reach her neck to kiss her. He held the other side of her neck as he nibbled and licked her skin. She moaned again, louder this time, and furrowed her eyebrows in pleasure.

He massaged her breast with his other hand, deepening his hold as the pleasure began to build in his body. He did this for a short while, his wife kissing and pulling on his hair.

Eventually, she opened her legs, silently asking him to grind with her. Immediately he did, both of them letting out a hot breath when his groin came into contact with her own. He bit onto her neck without drawing his fangs, which made his wife arch her back again, her hips meeting his.

“Klaus, baby.”

“Mhm?”

After a few breaths, she replied with a warm laugh, “we’ve already fucked twice today…”

“I’m going to pleasure and be pleasured by you forever — what’s stopping us now?”

She laughed again. “This honeymoon has become a fuck-fest and I love it.”

“And I love you,” Klaus said quietly as he unclasped her baby blue strapless bikini top. He let out an “oh…” at the sight of her breasts, and she watched as he sucked on one of them, playing with the other. His wife pushed her chest further into his mouth, her mouth falling open, breathing out his name.

“Need to taste you…” Klaus spoke, his mouth leaving her breast and his eyes now looking at hers. She couldn’t help but moan again, which told him she needed him now, too.

He descended down her body, unable to keep his hands off of her skin. There was nothing, absolutely nothing, on this earth that held a candle to feeling the touch of the woman you loved, a stunning woman at that. How she harnessed beauty and sex appeal all in the name of love not only for him but for herself, too, drove him wild. There was not a woman like her.

He removed her bikini, leaving it at the side of them, his wife then opening her legs wider, her feet on the hot sand. His were, too, as he kneeled at the edge of the beach towel. After removing his blinders, he shot her a look before he began to feast on her cunt.

He didn’t want to tease her too much; he had done that enough in the morning, almost torturing her with his tongue. He wanted to pleasure her now, as the sun began to set, creating a golden hue which electrified the beauty of the world around them, as he needed her within this hue. He kissed around her inner thighs for a moment before laying his tongue flat on her clit.

The taste of his wife lathered onto his tongue gave such an intense wave of pleasure through his body that for a moment he felt lightheaded. He turned his head to the side and licked her clit back and forth not slowly but not fastly either, wanting to build pleasure within her and not hit her with it. She was mewling, her foot caressing his lower back.

In between licks, Klaus sucked at her clit, faster now. His hands were grabbing her ass, pulling her closer into his mouth. She propped up on her elbows, watching him pleasure her in between her thighs as the waves gently crashed into each other before them.

“What you do to me, baby…” she whispered, calling out his name right after. In response, he ran his hand up her inner thigh, holding it out for her to take. She squeezed his hand, laying back down and lifting her head back. Klaus was humming on her clit, sending bursts of pleasure through her body.

Her breathing was heavy, her bucked hips were grinding on his face, and she was pulling on his hair with the hand that was not intertwined with his. As he sucked on her even faster, her orgasm washed over her. She cried out, her grip on his hair and his hand tightening, her grinding slowing down. Klaus still worked on her as she came until she lifted his head from between her legs.

Klaus simpered at her as he climbed back up her body. She shook her head, smiling back at him as he kissed her, his tongue tied with hers. The shared taste of herself in their mouths made her kiss him harder, wrapping her arms around his neck and squeezing tight.

When they broke from the kiss, Klaus took a slow moment just to look at her; the sun in her eyes causing her to squint despite the sunglasses on her face, her soft hair framing her face in a perfectly flattering way, her evil-looking grin. He fell in love with her all over again within this moment, sighing to himself.

“What are you thinking?” she asked from beneath him.

Klaus ran a hand through her hair. He opened his mouth to speak, but words failed him. She watched intently as tears filled his eyes — that told her everything she needed to know. Everything she already knew. The sight alone caused tears to fill her eyes, too, and she took off her sunglasses. “I know, baby,” she whispered, “I know.”

Klaus Mikaelson: her amor, her saviour, the only person on this earth who ever bothered to understand her. The only person who could match her heights, the only one who elevated her into a better version of herself. Stronger. Happier. She had spent lifetimes alone, living her life on a near-constant rage episode, chewing on cheap thrills then spitting them back out. She had heard about him years before she met him, and never for a moment did she believe what they said about him.

Klaus Mikaelson cares for nobody. Klaus Mikaelson is fearless. She knew it wasn’t true because every villain understands another. Nine times out of ten people act out because they’re hurt, afraid of aloneness. It was simple if you thought about it, and she was the same. She liked him the moment she met him in a New Orleans jazz club in 1958. And if she didn’t act on it, she knew she’d think of him forever.

It wasn’t long before he fell in love with her. He proposed to her a year later, although marrying her proved to be difficult with his paranoia, and the people along the way he was forced to defeat. When they did finally marry in the same city, it was a grand but intimate event, with statues and chandeliers and chocolate fountains made of pearls, but only the Mikaelsons attended.

And now, here they were on the outskirts of Italy, laying clothless on a private beach, thinking of only each other. She held his face. “Won’t you fuck me?”

Klaus hummed lowly, squeezing her breasts before sitting upright. “How you want me to fuck you, sweet girl?”

She thought for a moment. “Mmm, I wanna ride you slow.”

“Yeah?” he responded. After he took off his swim trunks, they switched positions, Klaus sitting where she was. Feeling the sun in his eyes, he turned around.

“Yeah, baby.” she said, crawling over to him. She sat on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. Klaus’ hands explored her body, settling on her waist. He kissed her sweetly.

Still wet from her first orgasm, she slid onto him smoothly. They both moaned. His wife began grinding, pulling him closer — their chests pushed together — and kissing up and down the side of his face. Klaus groaned in her ear, luring her to cry out his name.

Klaus moved his hips with her, his nails digging into her skin. He kept his eyes shut, allowing the pleasure to wash over him and to continue washing over him. Besides the lust, all he felt inside him was love. His mind was quiet, and he permitted himself to get lost in the moment as he had done since they arrived. This was a rarity, and it would not last long, so he would make the most of it.

She would too, keenly aware that the lull of their time together would come to a close the minute they stepped foot back in New Orleans. His wife moaned and moaned more, pushing the side of her face against his own, trying to be as close to him as possible.

Klaus moved his hands to her hips, pulling her body up and down his cock. This was an instruction, and she obeyed instantly. She retracted her face from his so she could bounce up and down, still grinding as she came back down again. She felt all around his chest, in awe of her husband’s beauty.

Opening his eyes to look at her, Klaus dribbled saliva on his fingers and played with her clit. She mewled for him, moving one of her hands to hold his jaw.

As the sun burnt their skin and the smell of the ocean made a home in their noses, pleasure burnt high from within their loins, debilitating the rest of their bodies, only able to feel and think of each other.

“I’m so in love,” she spoke, almost incoherently. Her brows were curled up, and her mouth couldn’t close, her doe eyes stuck on his features; his open mouth, his nose that kept twitching, his slightly squinted eyes.

He nodded. He couldn’t speak, so he grabbed onto her face and enraptured her in a wet, non-particular kiss.

His wife went back to slowly grinding on him, an act apparently perfectly timed as proved by Klaus’ low growl, gripping onto her ass and moving her hips even slower.

Their simmering, burning pleasure reached a new high as their climaxes neared. Klaus broke their kiss, reaching for her breast and taking her nipple in his mouth. His wife squeaked, throwing her head back.

She eventually lifted his head from her breast, took a moment to just look at him, then descended onto his neck, biting and sucking on his skin as she ground on him. Klaus pressed his hand on her spine, feeling it from the small of it to her neck. He held onto her hair, not pulling it but soothing her scalp.

“Klaus,” she said, and he knew exactly what it meant.

“Cum for me, my girl.” he replied, grinding their hips together harder and slower.

She squeezed around him as she came, triggering his own orgasm. She pulled him into another messy, open-mouthed kiss, both of them moaning into each other’s mouths. She ground into him until their orgasms finished.

She sighed, falling onto his shoulder. He held her with one hand, soothing her and holding himself upright with the other. His lips curled into a smile. He kissed her hair.

“You’re so good to me, sweet girl. You’re incredible.” Klaus whispered into her ear.

His wife hummed into his neck, not responding verbally for a moment. After a few seconds she did. “I waited so long for you, my husband, so, so long. And I’ll be damned if you weren’t worth the wait.” She lifted her head to look at him. She gave him a lazy grin and cupped her hands over his cheeks.