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Frisky Friday idea: the first time you wear proper lingerie in front of Harry

Maybe you’ve been dating for…a month? You’ve had sex a few times but it’s never been an “event”. So you go out and specifically buy lingerie in the color he’s mentioned he likes. He’s also said that he loves when lingerie doesn’t have a lot of bells and whistles; he’s all about simplicity. So you end up with a very basic, but sexy, red set that has a few bows and strings, but nothing too complicated for Harry to have to remove.

You wait for him to get home as you lay yourself out on the bed with your back up against the wall. You hear him come in and call for you - because you had told him earlier that morning that you would be at his place when his meetings were over - and answer that you’re upstairs. Your heart beats in time to the sound of his footsteps on the stairs and the second he opens the door and gets a good look at what awaits him inside, he stops dead and swallows.

“What’s all this?”

“A surprise. For you.”

“Yeah? You picked this out for me?”

You nod and give him a sly smile. He plays with his bottom lip for a few seconds before taking strides toward the bed, crawling up from the foot until he’s hovering over your body on his hands and knees.

“S’pretty,” he comments, running one finger under the strap that sits on your shoulder, “What would you like me to do with it?”

There are only three words that Harry needs to hear before his lips are on yours, and it’s whispered huskily in his ear by you as your hands find their way up around his neck.

“Take it off.”

anonymous asked:

Saeran tending an injury Mc got (this Mc is a big cry baby when it comes to pain) also may I just say your writing is amazing and I just haven't read a one shots like your in along time and just reading them wow, keep up the great work! I'm so glad I found your blog!

A/N: Aww, you’re so sweet anon! :) Thank you!! Hope you like this one!




Tears prick your eyes, threatening to slip out from the corners to mix with the perspiration trickling down the sides of your face. You bite down on your lip and hold your breath as you try to ignore the sweltering heat and the painful sting of the angry red abrasion stamped on your knee.

It’s hard to ignore, however. You’ve never had a decent tolerance for pain. Injuries and scrapes like these have been one of your greatest fears growing up till now, and you shudder at the thought of having to bathe later. You absolutely abhor the idea of having anything come into contact with your raw, bleeding wound. Just the thought alone is enough to make you wince, and maybe it’s purely psychological, but you swear the sting on your knee worsens a little.

“It’s just a small scrape,” you hear Saeran comment. He’s squatting next to you, head hovering above your knee as he examines your fresh injury with a blank face. It’s nothing to him, and you’re not that surprised. Considering the ordeals he had been through in the past, this is far too trivial, and your state of panic laughable and pathetic, at best.

Still, you can’t help the quickening of your pulse when you feel tiny droplets of his perspiration drip onto your leg, perilously close to your wound. You want to tell him to move away, or to wipe his sweat off first, but you daren’t release your teeth from your lower lip for fear of losing control over your tear ducts at this point.

He clicks his tongue, and then removes his bag pack, opening it and sieving through its contents. “We’ll need to wash this before it gets infected,” he remarks.

The sight of him pulling his large water bottle out of his bag is enough to make your blood run cold.

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I’m Not Kissing You

Richard Speight jr x reader; very very minor Rob Benedict x reader

Warnings: N/A this chapter.

You and your best friend are taking a holiday for a few months in america. Your friend has invited you along to a big house in the countryside where some of their friends are staying. It’s July the 6th, known as kissing day and Richard and Rob have made a bet to kiss every girl they can.

tagged: (let me know if you want to be tagged in the next chapter/s) @bat-lucario @izzyweisz @ladycerule @queen-of-shanath

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if your heart’s still open ;

(a/n: i started writing this a few months ago, back when I was fantasizing about Jackson dying, but now that it’s actually canon, I’m like really sad. anyway, this is like super au, so hopefully you enjoy this fic, I was also a little inspired by this gifset, setting: au future fic/au after 3x10)

Hayley Marshall decides that she needs a makeover.

Rebekah is silent for a moment. “You want to borrow my what?” the blonde girl repeats, sounding truly and utterly confused.

“Your dresses,” the she-wolf specifies. “And your heels…also, if you’ve got anything that comes in pink,” Hayley says as she’s standing in front of her mirror. She’s got her hands in her curls, applying the mixture of strawberry-blonde hair dye.

“But you hate pink,” Rebekah reminds her. Hayley’s style consisted of mostly dark colors. A lot of black, maybe a pair of purple pumps, and that one red dress she wore at the Miss Mystic Falls Pageant.

(She remembers that that was the first time she ever saw Klaus in a suit. And she thought he looked like a bloody lawyer before she even fathomed about how hot it would be to pull on his tie, to have him breathing heavily, sweating and groaning as he hovered over her).

“And strawberry-blonde really isn’t your color,” the Mikaelson sister comments, twirling a finger in to the sticky dye. She seemed a little charmed by the idea. 

“The old Hayley hated pink, and the old Hayley also hated strawberry-blonde,” the she-wolf explains, even though she isn’t making much sense at the moment. “I’m trying to be a new and improved version of myself,” which apparently involved turning herself in to a live Barbie doll. But, she was an immortal now. And if she was going to be stuck like this forever, she might as well experiment with different styles.

(Besides, Jackson’s death really broke her. Maybe the only thing she can do now is erase everything that reminded her of her late-husband’s existence. Including the fact that he used to compliment her on how soft her chestnut curls were, or how hot she looked in her combat boots).

“I think I liked you better before,” Rebekah says softly, just like she always does. Sometimes, Hayley hates her for being so kind because her words hurt her more than they should.

“Really?” she hums instead. “I never liked me very much,” she admits strongly.

Rebekah sighs, giving up on her quest and finally pulling out her collection of pink clothes. She offers Hayley a pile of frilly dresses in exchange for all her leather jackets and countless pairs of darkwash jeans.

Hayley stares at all the girly clothes in awe.

Well, at least there was nothing sparkly or sequined in this pile.

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So it’s been about a year since I joined tumblr and I thought it was about time to appreciate some of the lovely blogs that brighten up my dash! However, this isn’t a proper follow forever, but more of a mutuals appreciation post because y'all are cuties. So without further ado…

HOVER over your url because I might have made a comment (I hope it works).
BOLDED are the blogs I stalk my all-time favourites.

A - C

abstergoagent / actualcole / actualhawke / aenseidhe / ajaygghale / alistairy / andrastian / anidewitt / anndewitt / antlered-kitten / apolloette / arachjalaal / astyth / atlasdewitt / aveline-grandpre / aydenpearce / backpat / baldelfmage / belovedgames / between-burning-blades / biotic-babe / bioticdragon / burnedlegate / carmine-brothers / connorskenvvay / corttana / corvoattanah

D - I

daudswhalers / deckofdreams / dedsechacker / deshmondmiles / desynchronisation / dionysus-dreams / dlsinrowe / doomedanyway / draugrs / drinkvigors / ejdolon / fenrism / gamingmakesmehigh / geraltsbooty / hanclsomejack / hawke-vas-normandy / hawkeblocking / hell-yeah-hawke / higherbrainpattern / hightechzombie / human-spectre / huntersandfireflies / hyliandovahkiin / i-am-shepard-commander / inde-anne / intellectual-walrus / iremainatyourside / iwannaplaygames

J - Q

justcallmebooker / kalstedom / kayuisama / kingoftheboyscoutss / knifeofdunvvall / knightcaptain / knightofphoenix / kyrats / larahcroft / leanne-is-smelly / legionofpotatoes / madmanwithastarship / main-menu / maraads / martroid / murderandtiaras / nchuandzel / offbeatbassist / officialtunnelsnakes / princessoftentacles / propertidy / prototypevirus / purple-pyro / queercorvo

R - Y

rahgot / regrowe / robluteces / rosalindwithoutrobert / rouya / sassins / sebastiunstan / sebcastellanos / shadowofsithis / stillupsetoverlegacy / terminus-systems / thedasairways / theharpe / theladyhawke / thelast400days / theworldneedsonlyonebigboss / thievesintime / toctheyounger / troybakerz / ttrevelyan / turianbae / turianfetish / vergilss / vergiluscious / yyagami

+some senpai blogs:​

bonecharm / bookerduhwitt / burialatsky / buymevideogames / chaoticpirate / corvosbooty / eruren / evescontroller / kaldwins / letsgetonwithit / lyriumpotion / mariabarring / mrnathandrake / touchmebuttons / wedontgivethatup / youbettershowup / yrdens

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Faking It

A/N: Part ½ So I have a request, this can be a imagine or fanfic, it doesn’t matter. Everyone in the band knows that Luke and y/n really like each other. They constantly flirt and mess around but Luke is also the typical guy that always talk about how hot other girls are, trying to cover up his feelings for y/n because he’s tired of the boys picking on him.

Part 2/2 One night luke is all over a girl, leaves with her, and comes back giving the band the impression that “something” happened. Even though nothing did, he was just trying to make them believe he doesn’t like y/n. Y/n is heartbroken and goes to one of the boys for comfort. Luke thinks that y/n and him hooked up and gets in a fight with the guy. You find have to do this, it’s just an idea. If you take personals, my name is lauren. If you don’t it’s totally fine !

M: Omg sweetie we all fell in love with your idea and here it is (: I hope you enjoy! much love -m 

You were currently sitting in the bands dressing room, your feet propped up on the couch. Being on tour with your best friends was amazing. Every night it was a different city and everyday was new memories.

A large ruckus behind you caused you to draw your attention away from your phone. The boys were running down the hallway piggy back. Luke was riding Calum and Michael was atop of Ashton.

“Lauren!” Calum screeched as he ran by.

Calum tripped on a shoe and went sprawling on the floor along with Luke. Laughter filled the room. You walked over to help them up, reaching down to Luke. His hand reached to take yours and your heart skipped a beat. His blue eyes shimmered.

You began to tug on his arm but with one quick pull he yanked you down on the floor with him and began to tickle you.

“No! Luke!” you squealed as he tickled you, causing you both to giggle. His fingers danced along your skin giving you heart palpitations. You rolled away from him and jumped up, running across the room and grabbing a pillow off the sofa.

“Come near me Hemmings and you will get a face full of stuffing.” you warned.

He considered the consequence before running over and picking you up, throwing you over his shoulder.

“Put me down!” you protested, pouting like a little kid.

“Not until you drop the pillow!” he swung you around in a circle. You hit him on the head with the pillow before dropping it to the floor. He set you down laughing, his smile stretching from ear to ear.

“I’ll get you for that Hemmings.” you stuck your tongue out at him, flipping your hair over your shoulder dramatically.

“Sure sure.” he chuckled. His eyes making contact with yours. Your heart skipped a beat and you smiled widely. You’d had the biggest crush on Luke since you had first met the boys, and there were sometimes where you thought he liked you too.

“Stop flirting!” Michael yelled from across the room.

You and Luke both whipped your heads around.

“We are not flirting shut up.” Luke glared at him.

You tried to brush Luke’s comment off but it stung a little.

“Well how was sound check?” You smiled, pushing his words to the side.

“Good!” Ashton replied.

You smiled back at him cheekily. Luke sprawled out on the sofa running hands through his hair. You bit your lip at the sight. He looked up to see you staring and winked at you. Your breath hitched as you blushed and looked away.

“I’m gonna go change.” You announced as you walked into one of the adjoins dressing rooms.

Quickly you pulled on a pair of black skinny jeans and one of Luke’s shirts you had stolen. You slid on a pair of beat up black high-tops and then skipped back out into the shared room. You could feel Luke’s eyes on you as you walked to the fridge, grabbing a mini bottle of Perrier.

“Nice shirt. It looks good.” Luke commented as you sat on the opposite side of the sofa. You blushed and Calum giggled from his chair.

“How cute.”

“Stop it.” Luke glared at Calum. Luke quickly averted his eyes from you and went back to his phone. 

After a few minutes of random bickering Luke called out. “Woah mate she’s hot!" 

You looked up from your conversation with Ashton to see Luke staring at his phone. 

"Hot girls!” Michael jumped up from his spot in front of the playstation and ran to Luke, hovering over his shoulder. 

You rolled your eyes. Luke was always commenting on how hot some of the girls were that came to the shows and it annoyed you. 

Someone knocked on the door and said the boys had five minutes till showtime.

“She’s gonna be here tonight.” Luke said excitedly. 

You sighed internally to yourself and left to go towards the stage.

After the show the guys had decided to go to a bar a few streets away from the hotel. You arrived with Calum and Ashton, Michael and Luke had gone ahead. The second you walked through the door you wished you hadn’t. 

A tall blonde was perched on Luke’s lap, his hands were on her waist. Your heart sunk in your chest. She was giggling at his every word. It made you sick. 

You ordered a drink from the bar and sat at a table with Ashton, not wanting to hear what they were talking about. 

“Lauren are you okay?” Ashton asked, concern covering his face. Of all the boys in the band you were closets to Ashton. He was your best friend. 

You moved your glare from Luke and the girl to Ashton. 

“Fine.” You muttered, taking a long swig of your drink. 

You looked back over at the two and saw Luke whispering something into the girls ear. She placed her hand on his chest and leaned forward, too close to kissing him. They got up and she pressed her body against his. He placed his hand on the small of her back and led her to a private room in the back of the bar, closing the door behind them. 

You tore your eyes away from what you just saw and looked back at Ashton. He had seen what you did and gave you an apologetic look. 

You shook your head before asking Ashton to order you another drink. 

It had been a while now and they still hadn’t come back. You didn’t want to know what was going on behind that door. 

You struck up a conversation with Calum and Ashton, ever so often your eyes wandering over to the door. Calum had left to get another drink and you peeked again to see the door open and the two walk out of the room. Luke kissed her on the cheek and she giggled at him. 

Luke walked her outside and then came back in, taking a seat next to Michael who whistled at him. 

“Well well, looks like little Lukey here got lucky.” Michael grinned and Luke just shrugged, laughing it off. Luke looked up at you and your eyes met.

Your heart broke. 

You turned away, tears brimming behind your eyes. Ashton saw your expression.

“I’m gonna go.” you mumbled, hoping off the barstool and stumbling to the entrance of the bar. Ashton followed you. 

“Lauren wait!” he called after you.

“Ashton i can’t.” you said brokenly. 

He called a cab for both of you and took you back to the hotel, texting the boys that you two had left. 

You cried all the way to the hotel. Once you got there Ashton took your hand and walked you up to your room. You fished your key from your purse and opened the door. 

The moment you walked in the room you dropped your purse and flung yourself on the bed, sobbing into the pillows. 

“Shhh…Lauren, i’m so sorry.” Ashton said, sitting on the bed next to you. 

“I though..he might….actually…like me..too.” You managed to get out between sobs. 

“Lauren, you’re all he talks about. He never shuts up about you. Thats why we always pick on him about flirting with you.” Ashton admitted.

You looked up at him.

“I’ve just liked him for a long time, and this really sucks." 

"I think you need to tell him how you feel.” Ashton bit his lip.

“He doesn’t like me back, theres no point.” you muttered.

“You’ll never know if you never ask.” Ashton shrugged. 

You heard a door slam down the hall and knew the boys were back. 

“Will you come with me?” You asked Ashton.

“‘Course.” He smiled. 

You got off the bed and wiped the tears off your cheeks. Ashton placed a hand on your head, ruffling your hair fusing i tot look disheveled.

You swatted his hand away and laughed as he opened the door and you both walked out. 

When you looked up you were face to face with an angry Luke. 

“What the fuck Ashton?!” Luke yelled at him, pushing him backwards against a wall. 

Ashton pushed Luke off of him and Luke pressed back. 

“Hey! Stop it! Luke!” you moved in between them, placing a hand on both of their chests. 

“Luke what the hell is wrong with you?!” You shouted.

“How could you hook up with him?” He yelled back, he looked hurt.

“I didn’t hook up with Ashton, what are you talking about?” You said, trying to calm him down.

“You left the bar with him and you both came out of your room together, what was i supposed to think?" 

"We were talking thats all.”

“Oh.” Luke said. “I’m sorry.” Luke said to Ashton.

“It’s fine mate. Just talk this out with Lauren, please."Ash said, before walking down the hall to his own room.

The silence was awkward.

"Luke i have to tell you something.” You gathered the courage to say. 

He looked at you, his eyes expectant.

“Luke i’ve like you for a really long time and never said anything, but i can’t hold my tongue anymore. I just can’t keep waiting. When i saw you with that girl today it broke my heart and i didn’t know what to do. Ashton was just comforting me. If you feel something for me then let me know, but if you don’t then i’ll understand.” You looked down at your feet.

“Lauren..” You heard Luke whipper and you looked up, his eyes were burning into yours. You opened your mouth to apologize for saying everything but your words were cut off by Luke crashing his lips to yours. 

You kissed him back, leaning into him and he rested his hands on your hips. 

You pulled away to catch your breath and Luke smiled at you, his cheeks rosy. 

“I like you too.” he smiled, leaning his forehead against yours.

You smiled, trying to make sure this was real.

“What about that girl?” you asked. 

“Nothing happened with her. I was just trying to get the boys off my case. The whole time i was wishing it was you.” He blushed.

You pressed your hand against his cheek and pulled his mouth back to yours and bit his lip softly. 

“I love you Hemmings, i have for a long time.”

“I love you too Lauren, for a long time.” He kissed you back before reaching around you and opening your hotel room door, leading you inside. 

Our Girl

Your name: submit What is this?

“I’ll take a beer.” You ordered as you sat down at the bar.

  “Make that three.” Dean added as him and Sam took the place on either side of you. You had all just gotten back from a grueling hunt after hunting some ghouls. You all probably looked a little bit rough or at least you felt like you did. As soon as the beer was placed before you you hurriedly took a swig. Dean’s eyes crinkled as he smiled at you when he took his own drink. Sam hadn’t really paid much attention as he received his own beer.

“You did great on that hunt Y/N.” Dean said clapping you on the back.

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  400 followers — it honestly feels like yesterday that i made my follow forever after hitting 200 followers; either that, or time has flown because of all the fun that i’ve had here with you guys. ah, man; i didn’t think it’d actually get to this point, but i’m here! and i’m incredibly grateful. it’s just like i said on my previous list: you guys have made this an experience for me. you’ve made me feel more welcome than i’ve ever felt in a roleplaying community, you’ve made me laugh when i was angry or sad, and it’s never a dull day on the dash when i’ve got all you rays of sunshine to fill it up. i can’t really express in words further than that how much the people i’ve spoken to and the things i’ve done thus far mean to me – it may be just “a blog” to some, but this is kind-of like a second home to me, if i may be so bold! and each and every one of you are kinda like family to me, in some way or another. so thank you, merci, grazie mille, and “thank you” in every other language you can think of! it means a ton to me that you’ve all stuck around all this time, and i’ll always be grateful for that.

  and to show you guys how much it means to me, i’m going to do my first-ever giveaway on tumblr, alongside my follow forever list!! it’s not much, but it’s something to show you guys just how much you mean to me – and it’ll also serve as a personal “thank-you” to whomever wins it. i’ll be giving away icons, mostly, as i don’t have the means (or skills sWEATS) to give away anything else; so without further ado, here are the rules, spots, and how much you can win!

rules:
  • you absolutely must be following me, prior to the start of this giveaway. i’ll be checking to make sure that’s the case beforehand. if you reblog and you either aren’t following me, or weren’t following me prior to this giveaway, your entries won’t be counted.
  • reblogs count once, and likes also count once, for a total of two entries!
  • this giveaway starts today, thursday, may 15th, and ends next thursday, may 22nd, at midnight (est).
  • you must be comfortable with giving me your home address, considering the first prize winner will be receiving something from me in the mail.
  • there will be a total of three winners, the prizes of which i will list down below!
prizes:
  • first place: a total of 100 icons of the character of your choosing. (aka, it doesn’t have to be the character you roleplay, but if that’s what you want, it’s cool!) in addition, i will buy you any one fire emblem: awakening keychain, of the character of your choice – provided that said character is available. (but you win and if you’re not into fire emblem, we can work something else out. c:)
  • second prize: a total of 50 icons of the character of your choosing.
  • third place: a total of 30 icons of the character of your choosing.
  and last but not least — here is my follow forever. again, if you aren’t on it, please do not take offense – as i appreciate you all so very much! these are just people that have made the time on this blog especially memorable for me, and i’d like to take the time out and thank them personally.

near and dear: the people that i’ve found myself become incredibly close to over time, and that have really made an impact on me since i’d started out, both on this blog and roleplaying in general. (ps hover over your name for some comments u v u. )

bakusaijin. blasteredged. themanforflowers. floremipsum. taciturnrider.

honorary archests: whether we’ve spoken plenty of times, once, or none at all – these are the people i admire and respect, both in-character and out of character. seeing you guys on the dash puts a smile on my face without fail, and it makes me glad to know that i’ve got you all around me to lighten up my day. so thank you! (these are in no particular order, keep in mind; they’re only in the order that everyone came to mind. a - also i tried not to write two of the same person’s blog bit i might’ve goofed and done that. s - so …… u v u ; )

messerah. queenlly. salvattor. svikinnar. mortiuum. lovetobreak. iustitae. fourthwielder. feroxchampion. mercenaiire. forsnehjerte. xexuberant. cxndythief. flourpicker. epitomizingperfection. floralwaltz. mortevatem. verdottore. schreckxfreiheit. violatile. mediguards. snowsblower. ornvat. faithfulfriar. wyvernmistress. feiistypants. lxnqu. onewxnged. nisemonoinu. mxgido. umbrafatum. the-tranquil-one. xmidna. archepirata. skywxrd. soteriax. rufescented. tacticalamnesiac. blisteringwaltz. xanomaly. ad-altiora-tendo. vivyre. rxngiku. furyofbahamut. filiusregis.