Hi, I was just wondering if you were able to write a klaus x black!reader story based on the video that I will put a link for on here. It’s just I don’t see too many blogs that write for black readers on here and yours just happen to be one of my favorites. The scene is from a show called Empire.
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8USmuBM/
Peaches
I LOVE me some Empire and I love you for this ask, this is one of my favorite scenes from the show! Thank you so much for this ask and for reading my stuff, I really appreciate it. I'm sorry this took so long, I had it planned out but then school started giving me hell </3. I gave the reader the nickname Peaches for this as well, I hope you like it <333. Also please let me know if this was how you wanted it, if not I can always rewrite it.
Klaus is invited to take a bite out of a peach
Klaus Mikaelson x Black! Fem! Witch! Reader
Reader is Klaus's witch friend, and she goes to handle some negotiations for him. She has a bit too much fun during negotiations and here comes Klaus to the rescue.
I am so sorry this took so long my darling, whenever my writing takes a dip, its because my mental state drops like really bad. I was in a bad place for a while bbg, and I hope this makes up for it <3
Warnings: Drinking, witch reader, reader does a drinking game with some witches, reader gets attacked for like two seconds, reader is attacked, reader is horny, reader is nicknamed Peaches, I didn't give a lot of background for how Klaus and Peaches know each other, this is a bit short, allusions to smut, reader is a bit questionable, smutty thoughts, reader is thick
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Under the low lights of the bar, the vibrant rhythm of blues and laughter lingered in the air, the cool night breeze blowing over her. Drunk people stood outside the bar with her, laughing and talking to each other. Among them, Peaches found herself deep in the pit of intoxication.
The music thumped behind her, her head throbbing with the beat. She giggled to herself, clutching her purse and adjusting the strap around her shoulder.
It had been an hour of negotiations. Klaus had once again had some sort of issue with a coven. He dropped her off two hours ago and asked her to do her best to ensure things went their way. After all, she didn't just help Klaus out for free. She did just that.
After finishing off a bottle of Pink Whitney, she won a victory and secured some allegiance for Klaus (mostly for herself). She was holding on to a wall next to her for support.
The Earth spun beneath her feet as she groaned to herself. How did she let herself get so drunk? Sure, she was technically just doing something for Klaus, but letting herself get wasted when there were so many different things to do before the sun rose? Irresponsible.
Then again, being friends with Klaus and doing magic for him wasn't the most responsible action. When it came to Klaus, she couldn't stop herself. She was an abomination to other witches, a servant of nature who consistently did whatever for her own personal gain, even if that meant working with Klaus.
He encouraged her in ways that were detrimental to those around them. He made her feel untouchable. His actions created a safe haven for the witch, a place where she could be free to chase all of her ambitions to the fullest with no judgment. She was born with these powers. Gifted even. Why should she not use them how she sees fit? Klaus taught her that when they first met. In a way, he freed her.
As she staggered past the walls littered with graffiti and cigarette butts, she looked around at the bright lights of New Orleans. The city Klaus seemed to fight tooth and nail for. Footsteps crunched behind her, and her head snapped around to see a young woman and a man giggling against a wall. Sighing and shaking her head, she turned around.
She wished that was her. Her with Klaus. In a way, Klaus was her perfect match. He understood her, helped her in any way he could, and in exchange, she helped him. It helped a lot that he was so handsome. His large hands around hers when he would have such a simple conversation with her.
The way he'd stare into her eyes with a knowing smirk, like he knew she was silently pining over him. Like he could see each memory of her running her hands over her body to thoughts of him. He would smile when she would boldly flirt back with him like he was daring her to flirt with him.
She wanted to feel his giant hands on her breasts instead of her own. He'd be whispering sweet nothings in her ear with that sexy accent. What if she called him right now? Or texted him to see if it was all in her imagination. Shit, she was way drunker than she thought; her thoughts wouldn't usually run this rampant.
Chuckling to herself, she stopped her trek to... God only knows where she was going. She just wanted out of that bar and that alley. Silly. She felt so silly? Her eyelids felt so heavy but also so light. Her body was buzzing, and she had an overwhelming urge to dance. On Klaus.
Aggressive footsteps pounded behind her, and just before she could turn, there was a man shoving into her. It was quick. Before she could give an aneurysm, before she could even blink or anything, he was on her. One moment she was dreaming about grinding up against her close friend.
Fuck, why did she drink so much? There was a man pushing her against a wall with such great force it made her head spin.
"MUGGER! MUGGER!" She wailed, jamming her fist into his back, although it wasn't working. Okay, being drunk in the dark alleyways of NOLA? Not a great idea. Carrying an expensive purse? Even worse of an idea. To be fair, running around with Klaus makes her practically invulnerable to any supernatural creatures. Humans, she more often forgets about.
With a grunt, he tossed her back into the wall, attempting to shake her purse free of her grip.
"Imma kill you, you picked the wrong one!" She screeched, in her drunken state deciding it would be easier to fight off a man far bigger than her. She put her free hand up and made a fist, socking the man in his jaw.
"You stupid motherfucker." She slurred, as she heard a whoosh close to her. Was she about to get jumped? The last thing she needed was to be jumped and probably murdered, seeing as she was too drunk to remember any spells right now. But when they came back, she was gonna get them.
With a grunt, the man was thrown off her and all her weight was free to fall. She fell into a pair of strong arms, hearing a familiar chuckle.
"Someone's out of sorts." Thank God. It was Klaus and his sexy leather jacket. And his sexy voice. Klaus was just sexy in general.
"Hey sexy." She giggled, Klaus lifting her off her feet and turning her body around so he could lift her. He was carrying her, cradling her tenderly while she giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck.
She silently thanked that mugger.
"Where did you come from? The strip club? Were you shaking it all night, Klaus?" Klaus laughed boisterously, his head tilting back. She could see every part of his beautiful body from the shoulders up. He smelled like blood and his signature cologne. The cologne that she's imagined spraying over herself or the scent enveloping her as Klaus's warm body engulfed hers.
Leather, like his jacket. Oak, like the wood of trees, musk, and something spicy. Like he was standing in the spice section of Stop and Shop. There was no point in trying to hide the sniff she took of him, which had Klaus jump. He was strangely silent, considering he never shut his ass up.
"What are you doing?" Klaus asked the woman who had a grip on his jacket. Her nose tickled him, and she could feel his stubble rubbing on her face. He just felt so good, that she couldn't help the soft moan escaping her full lips.
"Now, when I get drunk I'm 'attempting to hide from my deep emotional issues,' but when you do it, it's fine?"
"That's because you suck, but when I'm drunk you look soooo good. I just wanna take a bite out of you." She nipped his neck, all of her senses gone. There was nothing she could really do anymore.
Klaus had a way of getting under her skin, when she really wanted him in her.
"Don't do that." He scolded playfully, and pushed her head away. He began to walk towards wherever he came from, and she moaned. She wanted to go dance with Klaus in
Or skipping all of that and just getting plowed outside the club.
"Where did you even come from? You watching my body, Klaus? That's okay, I want you to keep your eyes on me." She grinned lazily and poked Klaus in his nose when he grunted and rolled her eyes. He adjusted her in his arms, and she smiled softly. He was just so gentle.
"Someone had to make sure you weren't being kidnapped and sold off. I can't just leave my favorite witch out here all alone in the cold, Peaches. What type of man would I be?" Klaus grinned, pushing some of her hair from her eyes.
"A bitch," she spat with distaste. Then she started dragging a nail up and down his chest while looking up dreamily into his eyes.
"But you're not a bitch, you're a sexy beast. I'm not even kidding." Klaus sighed as they approached the car. He chuckled down at the drunk witch whom he affectionately nicknamed Peaches.
"Peach, you're very drunk." Placing her body down against the car for a second while he fought to open the door and keep her from falling.
"You know why they call me Peach?" She asked, whispering in his ear up close. Her lips dangerously close to her ear, as she gripped him by his wrist.
"Yes, I nicknamed you that because you're sweet. Like a peach." Did Klaus know better than to try and rationalize with the wasted, but he couldn't help himself. Every chance at conversation with her, he took.
"No, it's because of this." She brought Klaus's hand down on her clothed ass. The soft flesh was being warmed by Klaus's large hand. It sent a heat through her entire body. It wasn't the first time Klaus had ever grabbed her ass. Casual friendship things for the two of them. Still, he jumped, and attempted to worm his hand away after he gave two squeezes.
"I'm flattered Peach, but you're a bit too gone for me right now." He began loading her into the car, while her arms locked around his neck.
"Yeahhh, I'm Peach. Did you name me Peaches because of this ass?" She almost moaned. Klaus now had her laying on her back in the car, and she threw one of her legs onto his shoulders.
"No, I told you why I named you that silly." She sighed and tossed her head back while inhaling the leather interior of the seats.
"Take a bite out of me since I'm suuuuuch a peach." She droned, sarcastically. In truth, Peaches did want Klaus to take a bite out of her.
Pushing her legs down, Klaus tried to get her legs into the car.
"Peaches, as beautiful as you are I do need to drive us home." He chuckled, and she groaned before breaking into a fit of giggles. It was infectious and spreading through her entire being; she couldn't stop.
Blue eyes flickered to the front seat, and it dawned on her then Klaus probably had someone drive him to come get her. It was night, and if he was conducting business all day, he was certainly too lazy to do it himself.
Klaus was staring down at her. A desire that Klaus couldn't hide no matter how hard he tried. His eyes glued to her thighs and the smooth skin of her legs. He could probably see her underwear from there but she didn't even care. Klaus allowed himself a squeeze of his Peach, and she let out a soft sigh.
"Just...just..." She broke into more nonsensical giggles.
"Are you alright?" Elijah's smooth voice broke the tension in the back. The tension between the two. Slowly but surely, she was bringing him too the edge of his self-control. It makes sense now that the usually animalistic Klaus wasn't all over her like he usually would be. Klaus was with his brother, who probably wasn't in the mood for his horny antics. But Peaches was.
"Oh Elijah! Hi, I want your brother to take a bite out of this peach. Wouldn't you want some of this?" She teased, rolling onto her side and making eye contact with Elijah through the rearview mirror.
Elijah took a moment, as if he was loading, and then broke into a deep laugh.
"I can't say I wouldn't partake if given the chance." He nodded, as Klaus scowled at Elijah.
"See? Elijah would partake. Come take a piece of this." She ushered flirtatiously through laughter. Klaus shook his head and rolled onto his side.
"Elijah, whether he likes to admit it or not, would sleep with any black woman who breathed in his direction." Klaus rolled her eyes as he slid into the passenger's seat after finally shutting the door. She stretched and rolled back onto her back and stretched.
"Don't throw up back there." Klaus warned, clearly amused at her drunk antics.
"Shut up." She grumbled as she prepared to fall into a horny sleep. If Klaus wasn't gonna take a bite, what was even the point of staying awake? After a yawn, she rolled over and dosed off to dreams of Klaus giving into that animalistic look from early.
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hi hi! i heard requests were open and just hadddddd to know your thoughts on a day with hyunjin. a lazy saturday, lana playing in the back as sun fills in through the large windows of the room as you both sit and fulfill your artistic needs. hyunjin paints as reader writes, soft giggles as you both look up from your work at the same time, slow kisses you melt into, eyes glistening with unshed tears with how much they love each other and any surprise ending you might wanna add
fduigjdsgsdg ik this is a lot but i wanted to know what your pretty mind would come up with for this. ty!! <3
ajdhhdhdhdhd read this request while giggling and kicking my feet!!!! I'll write a proper fic about it coupled with another hyunjin request,, but here are my (unorganized) thoughts
i feel like quiet time with hyunjin will be the most beautiful part of your relationship. yk just times when you can both exist near each other, each buried in your personal activities, and yet you feel safe and comfortable near one another.
I'm a firm believer that your first love is all about butterflies and feeling nervous and trying to impress the other person, but your last love is someone who you will be comfortable being yourself near them. there will be no expectations on the both of you, like the way you both are is exactly enough? well i think this describes a relationship with hyunjin perfectly,,, it feels safe and cozy and warm, like going inside a warm coffeeshop on a rainy cold day. and it manifests particularly on those days you spend together in his studio,,,
he is painting, eyebrows furrowed in concentration with each brush stroke. and you are writing or reading beside him, humming quietly under your breath. lana playing in the background is a must, her soft songs particularly like love and video games.
but you are always looking at each other during it, stealing quick glances at one another, soft smiles on your faces each time your eyes meet. if he's done first then he stands up and hugs you from behind, burying his nose in the crook of your neck. and then you are swaying gently from left to right, dancing slowly to the music playing in the background. you turn to kiss him, and it isn't urgent, nor feverish, it's soft and sweet and you feel like you are melting from his touch. his hands are on your cheeks, holding you gently and your hands are linked behind his neck, keeping him close. your lips move against each other slowly, and then you smile into the kiss and he starts giggling.
there isn't anything particularly funny, but the love you have for each other manifests itself in small ways, like a giggle in the middle of a kiss, or a lone tear trailing down your cheek, because you are so happy you can't believe you are loving this man and you're being loved by him.
skjdhdhdhdh this is a lot and i love ur pretty mind too i just!!!! soft hyunjin agenda!!!!! he's the softest boy ever and i feel that being loved by him would feel so so so safe. as beautiful as love is it's a scary feeling, because you are basically being vulnerable with a person who can break you at any given moment. but i feel that hyunjin appreciates that love and instead of abusing it, he'll keep it safe, and return it ten times fold.
also him saying that he'd rather be someone's last love had me :((( to choose to love someone for the rest of your life, to show up for them everyday, to pick them up when they aren't feeling their best, that's just so pure and gentle and i love him. like first love is so idealized but i think that the softness and safety of a last love is unmatched.
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✨ao3 wrapped 2023✨
tagged by @lesbianlotties ahh thank you! i love this shit
Works published: 16! (17 if you count the cfdau, which finished this year but started last year)
Wordcount: 368,400 jfc
Kudos: 5,276! wild! absolutely insane! thank you to everybody who liked my work!
Hits: 64,147 even more wild! even more insane! even more thank yous!
Bookmarks: 1,353
Subscriptions: 447! and also 238 user subscriptions? genuinely what the hell <3
Most popular by kudos: why, it's this story that we found ourselves in, of course at 886 (although the flayed!robin au is an astonishingly close second at 828, considering it's much shorter and was written in like 2 months)
Most hits: also this story that we found ourselves in! people like the cfdau i guess?
Longest: oh, cfdau for sure. you're not much, goodness knows (karen gets vecna'd au) is the second runner up and the one that was actually started this year though. although the nancy pov is gonna be the longest stranger things fic i've ever written
Shortest: now i am a heart with a head on my shoulders. my lil nancy and max cfdau follow up!
Most Comments: the cfdau! and if that doesn't count then the karen gets vecna'd au lol
Fics that made me cry: i'm kinda going off my bookmarks here, but i'm also realizing that i'm real shit at bookmarking. but here are a few!
the entire TLOU au by @dufrau because of course, obviously, but especially Into Dust because it absolutely wrecked me and then proceeded to live in my mind rent free and remind me of its beautiful and tragic existence for like a month
keep good love from going wrong by maalaaviikaa. robin </3 that is all
and idk if i've actually shed tears because of @monstrous-femme's secret nancy fic, but it's definitely left that raw ache-y feeling in my chest like i've been crying, so it counts
Fics that made me smile: anything by @dufrau, again. the come to my window series by megzeman. robin buckley's expert field guide by @smileweakandwrong. now i've found a real love by @lavenderstobins. i'm missing about a million but hey, i said i was bad at bookmarking
gifts: not an ao3 gift but i've gotten so many lovely pieces of art for the cfdau/tenlark, and even tenlark fic (wtf???) and tbh that's the most incredible feeling in the world (special shoutout to @sweepy-stringbean for all her incredible art for tenlark/cfdau/flayed!robin/literally everything else but i'm biased toward those first few lmao)
collaborations: not this year!
events: alas, i didn't participate in any events (maybe in 2024?)
tagging: you! you're it! consider yourself tagged if you see this and want to do it!
<3
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