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“Well would you look who just walked in.“ Blair smirked as she stood, arm linked with yours amongst the sea of silken and charmed Gala guests.

this is inspired by Jim’s in the closet with Joe video and I am not sorry at all. To understand all the clothes I mention go check out the video!

Word Count:  2250

Rating: R (Smut)

I hope you guys enjoy!

It was nice to have a boyfriend who had a fashion sense, because it meant your closet doubled in size. You rummaged through the closet you both shared, trying to pick your outfit for the day.

“Can’t find anything to wear?” Joe grinned, sliding past you to grab a hat from the top shelf. He was already dressed and ready for the day. “I vote you just stay in that.” He looked you up and down, eyes narrowed. You blushed a bit, but you loved it. After buying two bra and panty set options for valentine’s day, you weren’t about to let one of them go to waste, and it was so comfy you really would be content to wear it all day.

“Maybe I will,” you grinned. He groaned in exasperation, grabbing your hip and pulling you closer to him. He pressed a hard kiss to your lips, one you knew too well. One that meant something a bit more than usual.

“Don’t do this to me baby, you know I’ve got meetings all day,” his head dropped to your shoulder, his hands tracing your skin.

“The sooner you leave the sooner you’ll get back,” you whispered, walking him backwards out of the closet, pressing kisses to his lips along the way. 

“Or I could just cancel for the day. There are some things I would much rather do right now,” he murmured, holding you closely.

“Nope. Go on,” you teased him, pressing one last kiss to his now swollen lips before pushing him back. He stumbled slightly, rolling his eyes before they settled to look at you again.

“When I get home then? Please?” He pouted at you. You didn’t want him to leave, hell, you wanted nothing more than to throw him onto the bed right that moment and get on with it. But you also knew how fun the day would be if you drug it out. One of his favorite things was when you had missed him all day; it made you both desperate to get your hands on each other.

“Depends on if you can make it through all your meetings. If you make it through the day, then yes.” A smile played on your lips, and his eyes narrowed again, suspicious.

“What’re you up to?”

“Nothing. Now go on, you’re going to be late.” You danced over and pressed another kiss to his lips before he turned to leave. He looked back at you once more before he left, but you only put on your best innocent smile and gave him a wave.

You waited just long enough to be sure that his meeting had started, occupying yourself with making breakfast and coffee. You headed back into the closet, plan in mind. His meeting were usually loose, so you knew he’d be looking at his phone occasionally.

Summary: You accidentally find Marcel trying to kill Klaus and this puts your life in immense danger. I also found this prompt but I can’t find the blog that it is tied to so if you have it published on your blog let me know and I’ll tag you in it. 

“I might be a mass murderer but I do have manners”

Pairings: Klaus x reader

Warnings: Violence, and some verbal abuse if you squint. 

You walked into the courtyard of the Mikaelsson mansion the cold wind chipping away at the warmth that had enveloped you in the cafe across the street.

You had quickly caught up with some friends that were in the same graduating class as you but it just reminded you how much you did not miss that life. You wished desperately Klaus had come along to show the girls you are not that single girl you were back when you were younger. 

That you’ve grown and matured. But he said he had some ‘business to attend to’ and ‘that he will make it up to you.’

You smiled at the thought of the charming Klaus organising a romantic dinner, slow dancing, kissing your neck sweetly. A shiver ran up your spine at the thought. You were the luckiest. 

The sickly sweet essence of the flower bushes in the foyer made you stifle a sneeze as you entered but distant voices and a low growl caught your interest. Elijah and Rebekah was out of town and you were sure Klaus didn’t talk to himself. 

Another moan echoed through the hallway and you immediately knew who that was. Your legs worked faster than your brain as you ran toward the ruckus. 

“Klaus!” your voice called out bolting further in the direction that the painful growls came from. 

“God please” you huffed as a painful scream bounced off the walls. 

Upon turning the corner you entered the open plan area, filled with Marcel’s men slowly surrounding Klaus. Two holding him tightly in his place with chains secured that secured his hands to two pillars. One standing with a jug of water. Vervain. 

Your eyes widened at the sight of Klaus bloodied up and beaten. He spit a mouthful of blood aside. 

“No! Stop!” you called out. Everyone’s heads snapped towards you, “What the hell do you think your doing?” 

“Y/N run” Klaus called out, coughing violently. 

Straight up that’s the look Niall gives you after you’ve just dared him to get a hole in one for a blowjob and he fucking makes it 🙈🤦🏼‍♀️😂

Lalah Delia

*a quick imagine inspired by this pic and the tags on this post*

so like think about you straddling him and snapping a pic and he’s not even CARING that you are on top of him and he kinda just glares up at you through the corners of his eyes when he hears the sound of the camera and you show him and he just shrugs and is like, “so? ’m watchin’ the game…” and you huff and puff at his reaction, or lack there of, and throw yourself back down into the bed and roll over to face away from him, making noises and kicking your legs under the covers so he really knows your pissed off and after a few minutes you hear him chuckle under his breath and let out a sigh and then the tv clicks off and the room goes black. 

you don’t really hear anything for a second, but before you can even fight off your smile bc you know you’ve got to him, you feel his arm snake around your waist and his hot breath against your ear “fine, baby, you won…i’m all yours if ya want…" 

and maybe you pretend you don’t care this time, just to get back at him a bit. “well, i’m too tired now… gonna go to sleep.“ 

he gently nips at your ear lobe, his mouth slipping down the slope of your neck, “no you’re not….” he whispers as his hand smoothes over your hip and slides between your legs, “you were jus’ complainin’ that i wasn’t payin’ attention to ya, you ain’t goin’ to bed on me now.." 

your eyes flutter closed as his fingers slowly start to rub over your clothed heat, zeroing in on that sensitive little spot and making your body start willfully to give in to him. "what if i don’t wanna…” you softly choke out as his mouth starts to suck hard at the curve of your throat. 

Lalah Delia

Others in this Series:

Tom Holland

Peter Parker

Sam Holland

Harry Holland

Harry Styles

Harrison Osterfield

Husband Tom 

Petal:

This one was your favorite 

You loved when he called you petal 

It was always filled with nothing but love 

“Hey peta, umm missed you..” 

He’d always say you were his little petal 

“You’re adorable Petal..” 

“Hey petal can ya get me a beer?” 

“Petal ova here! Gotcha somethin” 

Flower: 

Flower was a special one 

He loved to call you that if he felt petal was overused

“Flower, you’re beautiful..” 

“Flower?” 

“Hmmm, felt like ya needed a lil change..” 

Sugar:

This one was used when he needed little lovin’

“Sugar came here..” 

He’d be all needy 

“Come on sugar..” 

Lots and lots of kisses

Passionate passionate love making 

Hun:

This one was used when he needed something 

“Hun, can ya please get me dat?” 

It was nothing to demanding 

Usually when he was helping you cook

here ya go anon! Enjoy! :)) 

Too Much

So here we are with another of my requests from my ever so lovely littluns. Seriously guys, I love you all. You’re awesome. Eleven with prompts 160 “Do you think you could teach me that?” and 46 “Can I kiss you right now?”

Word count:1659

You ran hand in hand with the Doctor into the Tardis, laughing. He let go of your hand as you both shut the doors tightly behind you.

“Oh, they never saw it coming” You breathed, still giggling. The Doctor laughed again.

“Never saw it coming” He agreed, bounding up to the console with you right on his heels. He flipped a couple switches and pressed a button or two as you took off. You watched him a moment, hesitant to word the question in your mind. But what was the worst thing that could happen. He could say no. That was the worst thing that could happen. And how would that be any different than if you’d not asked at all? With that in mind, you leaned over the console slightly to speak to him.

“Doctor?”

“Hmm?” He didn’t glance up, still looking down at the console as he continued to pilot the Tardis. You hesitated again but pushed forwards.

“Do you think you could teach me that?” You asked in a rush. The Doctor looked up at you, surprised.

“You want to learn to fly the Tardis?”

“I mean, you don’t have to. It’s fine if you don’t want to. Really, I-“

“No, I’d love to” he told you genuinely. You smiled.

“Really?”

“Yeah! Of course! Come ‘ere” He waved you over and you moved to stand beside him. “Now be warned, flying a Tardis is certainly nothing like driving a car. Especially with only two of us, there’s a lot of running around”

“What do you mean, with only the two of us?” You asked, frowning slightly. He paused.

“Well, you see, a Tardis is usually meant to be flown by six people” he explained. You looked over the console, understanding when you noticed there were six separated panels.

“That’s why she’s always rockin’ about” You realized.

“Yeah, that’s why” he agreed, not meeting your eyes and straightening his bow tie, something you learned meant he wasn’t telling you something. That or he was trying to protect his pride. You realized in this instance, it might very well be both. Smothering a smile, you did your best to listen to him as he explained the ‘basics’, which actually included a whole lot of techno-babble you didn’t understand and were sure you didn’t need. You just nodded along.

“-and that should do it” He finished. You nodded. “Did you understand any of that?”

“Nope” You answered instantly. He huffed in annoyance and you could tell he was thinking hard about ways to explain it to you while also trying to keep from offending you.

“Alright, well, fine” he waved it off, moving to the opposite end of the console. He fiddled with something as he continued. “You don’t need to know how it works I guess. Let’s see…” He flicked one last switch with a very Doctor-ish flourish and did a spin before running back around to join you again from the other side. “Now, first thing’s first, co-ordinates. But today we’ll have a bit of an aimless fly about” He shook his head, as if he was mentally shaking the thought of co-ordinates away. “So! You know that first one I presume”

You placed your hand on the biggest lever adorned with lights that usually marked the beginning of his running each time. You glanced over your shoulder at the Doctor, who was standing a few feet behind you, letting you work off what you knew. He gave a nod at your questioning look. You looked down at the lever under your hand, knowing this was something much bigger than he made it out to be. You knew he’d had many a companion before. But how many of them had flown the Tardis before? You didn’t think many, going by his surprise when you asked him to teach you.

Taking a deep breath and grinning, you tightened your grip on the dematerialization lever, yanking it downwards with a shout of ‘Geronimo!’ that made the Doctor’s grin light up like a Christmas tree.

“Now the spinny thing on the next panel- no the other spinny thing!” He called to you. The lights in the console room started flashing wildly.

“I did the spinny thing!” You insisted. He moved, standing beside you to fix the lights.

“Wrong spinny thing, this one here” He explained, pointing out another further along the panel.

“Ooh” You breathed out, nodding. “I see” He did the spinny thing himself before pointing to another cluster of buttons.

“Blue, red three times in three seconds, green. One after the other” He ordered precisely. You nodded, counting in your mind as you did so. The Tardis shook slightly and you glanced around in worry. “That’s alright, just the usual turbulence” The Doctor assured you. “But you wanna know something?”

“What?” You asked, checking the monitor.

“You’re flying the Tardis”

You froze, looking at him in shock. You’d not even realized you were still working until he looked pointedly down at where your hand was steering. You laughed suddenly.

“I am! Oh my god I’m flying the Tardis!” You cried excitedly, jumping up and down. The Doctor laughed at your enthusiasm, running over to another panel to take care of something there. The Tardis shook again and you frowned slightly, glancing at the blue switches closer to the rotor. The Doctor hadn’t mentioned them in for you to use or even in his techno-babble speech, but something told you those were what you needed. You reached out and flicked a seemingly random three of them upwards and two down and the Tardis became still. You looked around, confused. It didn’t help that the Doctor was doing the same.

“What…” He moved to the monitor, looking at it with a frown. “We’re still in flight, how…?” His mouth fell open as he seemed to realize something, looking up at the ceiling in that way that you both did to talk to the Tardis. “Oh, you…” He trailed off again, huffing annoyedly as he practically sulked over to where you were.

“What did you touch?” He demanded poutily. You frowned slightly, pointing towards the blue switches. You huffed again and did a round of the console, muttering to himself about the Tardis and River Song and ‘blue boringers’.

“Was I not supposed to?” You asked hesitantly. He waved you off to mutter a moment more before standing right behind you. He reached over to put the switches back and the Tardis hummed in complaint as the room shook again.

“The stabilizers” He muttered, making you grin as you realised what he was upset about. “The Tardis showed you the stabilizers” You bit your lip, trying and failing to hold in a laugh. He glanced at you, pouting again. “Stop it” he whined.

“Alright. I’m sorry” you conceded. You turned to him only to find he was standing a lot closer than you were expecting. Your breath caught as you realized his hands were still on the console, essentially trapping you between himself and the machine. He’d gone unusually silent also and you wondered if that meant he’d noticed.

The Tardis landed with her usual whooshing sound but neither you nor the Doctor gave her the grin you gave every other time. You barely noticed.

“I think that may be enough for today” You whispered, afraid if you spoke any louder you’d scare him off.

“Yeah” He agreed just as quietly. His eyes flickered down to your lips and you briefly wondered if breathing as little as you were would be a problem. “C-could I… I mean, would you mind…” He struggled a little. You moved a hand to rest on his chest softly, effectively cutting him off. His eyes moved between yours, as if he was looking for an answer to his unasked question.

“Can I kiss you right now?” He asked softly. You didn’t respond for a moment, still wondering if this was some kind of amazing dream you’d wake up from any moment now. Not trusting your voice, you nodded. He stared at you another moment, as if waiting for you to say no all of a sudden. Then he moved forward quickly, almost catching you off guard as his lips met yours and started moving expertly.

You could faintly taste custard on his lips and found yourself wondering why you’d never imagined that would happen. But god, he was a good kisser. Of course he was, you corrected yourself, he’s over two-thousand years old. You shifted so one hand rested on his shoulder while the other grabbed at the material of his bow tie, keeping him right where he was. That was rather handy, you realized. Perhaps you should use that more often kissing him. Because there was no way you were going to let this be a one-time thing. One of his hands moved to your waist and a moment later his other hand left the console in favour of your loose hair.

When he pulled away you found yourself realizing it had all been mere moments. But it was the best moments of your life. You laughed and he looked worried for a moment until you shot him a smile, letting him know you weren’t laughing at him. He smiled in return and soon was laughing along with you.

“I’m gonna go ahead and guess that was two thousand years of practice right there” You got out through laughter.

“Just about” He admitted, suddenly looking nervous. You smiled coyly before going on.

“How ever am I going to catch up?” You asked innocently. He smirked in return when he realized what you were doing.

“You just need practice” He told you, leaning in again. You grinned triumphantly as your lips joined once again.

And all because of that question that had been hovering in your mind. It was a good thing you asked, because this was certainly not the worst thing that could have happened.