your getaway

See Yeh Break

Harry X Reader

In which you become well acquainted with Harry’s thigh.

Request? Yes:

riding harrys leg on a balacony overlooking the aegean on a sunny july day

THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING THIGH RIDING PLEASE

Author’s note: The beginning turned all mushy? Idk what that’s about (Yes I do. It’s because I’m fucking whipped for mushy Harry.) but if the transition seems sudden, whooops. :)


This vacation is an absolute blessing. A week away from the madness and noise of fans and paps and meetings. From the moment the two of you arrived to your private little getaway on the coast, Harry’s been warm and relaxed, and you couldn’t ask for anything more than that.

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You’re the part of outer space. No one understands. Yet, everyone is trying to explore There wasn’t a beginning, Or end, to you. Stars poured out of your soul. Supplying a little twinkle to all who pass. Every planet you obtain, Are homes you’ve retained Most forsaken They’re your getaways. There’s a light comparable to our sun, Without out a doubt you shine exceedingly. It keeps them steady When you feel like blowing up. It’s easy for you to just be, But complicated when people make a home in you. You don’t want them to explore your beauties. Your nebulas could only be compared to Orion, Carina, and triffid, The constellations that were beautifully brought into existence, better than Canis Major, Ursa Major, and Hercules., All of the galaxies formed inside of you. For only a few to ever see. Hiding these parts. So no one can hurt you.
—  kingvanleer 
kiss me

pairing: justin foley / reader

description: first kiss with this absolute cutie


Justin Foley. The simple thought of him got your heart racing.

What had started off as fleeting looks and shy smiles escalated to flirtatious whispers and soft touches. Even though it was evident to the both of you that there was something going on, neither of you had taken the initiative and acted upon it. You thought all of your flirting with Justin was leading you to a dead end, until one fateful friday night he came knocking at your door.

Dressed in too-long pajama pants and an over-sized hoodie, you were quite disgruntled at having to open the door when you had finally settled down to binge watch your favorite shows. But nothing could compare to the surprise of having Justin Foley standing on your doorstep holding up a small bouquet of ripped out daisies and looking entirely too cute in his usual letterman jacket. 

“Lets go on an adventure.”

You giggled, shaking your head at how much of an adventure you could possibly have in your small town. “Justin look at me, the only place i’m going is back to my bed.”

“I am looking at you and you look beautiful.” Your cheeks heated up at his sentiment and you began to sputter in denial. “Also, completely ready to go somewhere with me.”

You sighed in surrender, feigning disinterest in his offer when you were actually filled with such excitement to even be around him- much less go somewhere. “Ok fine, you win. Where are you taking me?” 

A mischievous boyish smile takes over his face as he points up. Perplexed, you look up and are just met with the starry expanse of the night sky. “The sky?”

He rolls his eyes at your answer and pulls you by the hand to where he was standing. “No Y/N, the roof!” 

You cross your arms and turn to face him, meeting his beautiful cerulean blue eyes with a cock of your brow. “Oh? How do you suggest we get there?” 

He offers you a sheepish shrug of his shoulders, “I was hoping you’d take care of that.”

You can’t help but laugh at how your spontaneous getaway finished before it even started. “I’m sorry, but my wall climbing spiderman abilities haven’t kicked in yet.” 

He chuckles at that and you notice how he inches closer to you until you can feel his breath on your face. “I’m sorry about my plan falling through. I had a whole roof top, star-gazing vision in my head ready for us.”

Distracted by his close proximity and entrancing eyes, you mutter a small “dont worry about it” before going back to flickering your eyes between the slant of his lips and his deep stare. You swallow thickly as the atmosphere between you seemingly changes, the once playful vibe replaced by a more intentful one. 

You wanted to kiss him so bad, weeks of back-and-forth teasing finally catching up to you. He wanted to kiss you too, the way he swiped his tongue over his lips while staring at yours gave him away. You were so close to his mouth, you could already taste him. 

With one final glance at his rose colored lips, you reach your hands up to his jacket collar and bring him down to end the final space between the two of you. He immediately responds, wrapping his arms around your waist in order to bring you closer. You relent under the delightful sensation of his tongue, letting out a sigh of content against the groove of his lips. You were completely entranced by the feeling of his mouth moving against your own, that the concept of oxygen is thrown out the window. He softly moans into you as you lightly nibble on the flesh of his bottom lip. You simply cannot get enough of his intoxicating kisses, each kiss turning more desperate than the last. 

He finally pulls away, catching his breath, his cheeks a bright flushed pink and his eyes glazed over. He’s never looked more gorgeous. 

“As much as I love making out with you on your doorstep-” He didn’t have to say anything more, you were already pulling him inside. 


dedicated to the lovely anon who requested this, hope it was what you wanted!

Oh.

That awkward moment when you realize Redwall Abbey is the richest place in the entire Redwallverse.

Things The Abbey Has That Blow Vermins’ Minds:

  • Stained glass windows. Windows that aren’t just a hole in your wall.
  • Fruit trees. All in one place. With several varieties available.
  • Really big well-built stone walls.
  • Fireplaces constructed so the room doesn’t fill with smoke.
  • Actual beds. No seriously. Think about it.
  • A hand-woven tapestry that decorates an entire wall.
  • Multiple ovens.
  • A fish pond. And it’s not just for decoration. But it kind of is.
  • A deep cellar that keeps drinks cool. (That’s like the future.)
  • Stone floors, not dirt floors.
  • An apiary. Just… just go in your backyard and grab some honey. Do it.
  • Wall sconces.
  • Random assorted objects made of metal and not wood. Whoa.
  • Books. Parchment. Quill pens. Ink. More than one of these items each.
  • A well-stocked food and beverage collection.
  • Abbess Germaine’s spectacles. Like, glasses.
  • Legitimate stonework. Decorative gargoyles, statues, etc.
  • Martin’s sword.
  • Furniture. Chairs that are at least mildly comfortable. Cabinets.
  • Two ridiculously huge, shiny metal bells.
  • Soap.
Company (m)

Summary: Sometimes all you want is a bit of company. 
Pairing: Namjoon x Reader
Genre: smut || mafia/hitman leader au!
Warnings: teasing, thigh riding, brief mentions of weaponry
Rating: M
Word Count: 4,421

Originally posted by jackjacky5


You decide it is very difficult to focus when he runs a finger along the rim of his glass, eyes peering down at the amber liquid with deep interest and you wonder what he is thinking. What thoughts are occupying his mind as you sit across from him in the leather chair, legs crossed, the material of your dress riding up as you lean forward to grab hold of your own glass of rum.

The room you had decided to meet in is large, well-furnished and reeks of money he has no doubt required from many years on the job. You allow your gaze to roam over the aged, oak cabinets filled to the brim with antiques and glass figurines, the expensive leather seats you both occupy and the countless other objects which just goes to show he has acquired quite the large sum of money as a leader of a notorious company, employees of which are hired out to do jobs that usually end in body counts.

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Wild

Originally posted by yeolhighness

Chanyeol having a guy’s night with the boys generally never bothers you. They’ll go to a bar or to some game or play video games and it’s always just a fun, rowdy, but mostly contained evening. They have fun but they never get wild so you never mind when Chanyeol tells you that he’ll be out, not to wait up.

This time, however, you are mildly concerned for the safety of your fiancé and those around him.

There are less than twelve hours until your wedding, twelve hours until you stand before your friends and family and declare your love for one another, and he’s about to leave for his bachelor party. And, although the guys have rarely caused any trouble during normal guy’s nights, you know that this one will be different.

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She Was Pretty

[ Hoseok x Reader ]

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 3.8k

Description: After years of separation, you run into your childhood best friend, only to have him not recognize you as you are no longer the pretty girl he had once explored the world with. With it now being Valentine’s Day, you find yourself trapped on a blind date, only to run into him at one of the nicest restaurants in town.

Happy birthday to @artsyhobi, I hope you enjoy this one! ♡

heavily inspired by the kdrama She Was Pretty - Copyright© Since 1996, MBC&iMBC All rights reserved

Originally posted by hobisu

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His Shirt

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Words:  1273

This is just a fluffy wedding night one shot that I wanted to write. 
Warning: There is mention of le smut, but it’s not really there, there.

A/N: If you want tagged in anything let me know.



          You were laughing as you watched your husband dancing with his buddies at your wedding. You couldn’t believe this day had finally come. You were now married to your best friend. You were the luckiest woman alive.

           Chris looked over and caught your eyes, immediately making his way over to where you were watching him, “Come on, Beautiful,” he held his hand out to you.

           “You’re dancing with the guys,” you said.

           “I want to dance with my wife,” he insisted, pulling you to your feet.

           “I love that,” you smiled as he pulled you into his arms, against his solid chest.

           “That you’re my wife?” he grinned, kissing you.

           You nodded, “I can’t believe today actually happened.”

           “Well, believe it, Baby,” he smiled, twirling the two of you around, “Today is the first day of the rest of our lives.”

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anonymous asked:

35 from the 101 kinks + 15 from nsfw with Bucky! :)

Prompts: fully clothed [from this list] and “you can handle more than that.” [from this list]
601 words; Bored on a six-hour flight, Bucky convinces you to meet him in the bathroom (18+, MILE HIGH BLOWJOBS! I don’t know why I chose this gif.)

Originally posted by b-n-a-o

“I’m gonna head to the bathroom, leave it a couple of minutes and come join me,” Bucky winked, squeezing your thigh.

With no time to hear your response, Bucky was already swaggering down the aisle towards the back of the plane.

The pair of you were just half an hour into a six hour flight and for some reason, Bucky just couldn’t keep his hands off of you, aided by a blanket thrown over your laps. As soon as the plane was in the air, he joked about joining the mile high club. More than once. You were hesitant, but you put his carefree attitude down to this being your first real getaway together with no one else but yourselves for company.

A few moments had passed. Nervously, you left your seat and went on your way to your mile high meeting place. In your mind, everyone you passed knew what you were doing. Eventually you reached the very back of the cabin. Finding the bathroom door ajar, you squeezed yourself into the cramped compartment, pressing yourself tightly against Bucky. He was already rock hard.

His lips made a beeline for yours, hurriedly pulling you by the hips on top of him as he settled on the seat of the toilet. His hips rolled against yours with need.

You broke the kiss, immediately fathoming what he wanted. Sliding off of his lap and on to the floor, you wasted no time in undoing Bucky’s fly, swiftly wrapping a hand around his thick, veined cock.

He looked down at you through hooded lids, smoothing his hair back and silently raking his teeth over his lower lip in anticipation as your tongue began to work its way over his shaft.

You looked up at him as you teased, occasionally darting your tongue over the tip. You wondered how much Bucky could take before he blew your cover to the audience on the other side of the locked door. It took you mere moments before you heard a stifled moan from him. He needed more.

When it got too much, his left hand grabbed a fistful of your hair. “Come on, doll, I wanna see my cock in that pretty little mouth of your’s,” he groaned.

His grip wasn’t forceful to begin with; guiding your mouth down, over him. You wrapped your hand around what you couldn’t take and settled into the rhythm his grip pulled you in. Gradually, his hips began to roll to meet your mouth until the head reached the back of your throat, making your eyes water. You quickly brought yourself off of him sending threads of saliva sticking to your chin as you tried to catch your breath. Your hand continued to pump his shaft before you delved back down with the help of Bucky’s grip.

“Come on, doll, you can handle more than that,” he urged breathlessly, “all the way.”

You moaned in response, knowing he was close. The solid muscles in his thighs grew tight under your fingertips as you sank every inch.

He was also dangerously close to letting your fellow passengers know how much of a good time you were having, hissing a string of expletives, as he came.

You, of course, didn’t waste a drop, before collapsing back against the door, your chest heaving.

After cleaning yourselves up, you went first at unlocking the door. You were mortified to find that a line of your fellow passengers had formed outside the bathroom.

Red faced, Bucky shooed you back to your seat. “I’ll return the favour later,” he whispered, earning a disapproving look from the elderly woman across the aisle.


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Things I Love About You [M]

Request: Can you please write a Namjoon smut about your honeymoon night with him?! Thanks!

a/n: this is so cute to me tbh, I LOVE MY baby :( PLS READ IT

The evening was off to a perfect start.  You had just married the love of your life, the wedding was beautiful, your families and friends were there to witness and support you through everything, and you couldn’t be happier.

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anonymous asked:

What would the the chocobros romantic ideal date be with their s/o. (I would love to read some sweet fluffy stuff :'))

Originally posted by gigglincactus

Headcanon/scenario’s revolving each of the guy’s individual preferences for a rare day/night off to spend with their partners.

Noctis:
Noctis is a lethargic type of person. He has his reasons – the guy is draining a lot of energy to fulfil his Royal duties so he wants a whole day to relax. He will invite you to stay over at his private chambers in the Citadel, Crown City.

Following a much needed sleep-in, he will make the effort to get out of bed and make you a hot drink before proceeding to shower – he wants a fresh scent and is paranoid about his appearance around you. Whilst you’re sipping your beverage in bed he will quickly grab some of his hair products from his draws and rush in the bathroom, frantically looking in one mirror to the next to ensure his hair is styled adequately. Post hair woes, Noctis informs you the bathroom is free provided you want to use it so you quickly wash and put casual clothes on – you know you’re not going to be taken anywhere fancy but that’s what he adores about you. You love him for who he is and not because of his Royalty.

Noctis decides to surprise you to visit an old play area him and the bros would hang out in during their school years. The place holds a lot of sentimental value to him and you’re touched he opened up to you. Noctis takes your hand and leads you to sit on top of a long slide – it’s a little claustrophobic because of the lack of room, yet you both feel so cosy and snuggle up to each other. He places his arm around the back of your neck, ensuring his hand is respectfully away from your chest area and place on your forearm.

Noctis strokes your forearm now and then between sentences to ensure you feel loved and acknowledged. His other arm is awkwardly wrapped around the ladder connected to the slide.

Noctis: ‘Look, I know I’m not the sort of guy to say everything and anything about how I’m feeling but….I…’

He sighs and continues.

‘Those guys are my life and my family and….and I want you to be part of it. You’re my world Y/N – my one constant and damn it, I know, look, I know I don’t show my gratitude enough….’

Y/N: ‘It’s okay Noct, please continue.’ – You want to cherish this moment he pours his heart out to you.

Noctis: ‘Just promise me one thing. I swear, I hope it’s not too much. Stay with me, always Y/N.’

You simply nodded your head before proceeding to rest it on his shoulder. He smiles and you both enjoy absorbing your surroundings.

The old run down play area held a greater significance than ever……


Gladio:
One of the reasons Gladio fell for you is because you’re not afraid to get your hands dirty for a prize! You worked a busy shift at the power plant and were surprised to see Gladio sitting outside your car.

Y/N: ‘Er Gladi, aren’t you supposed to be escorting Noctis to Altissia’s Fishing Tournament tonight? The paparazzi are going to be in full force, he needs you right?’

Gladio: ‘Not tonight Princess but don’t worry, I got it covered. Tonight, it’s about me and you.’

You kinda despised being called Princess for a nickname but hey, the guy took a night off for you. Since you were off this weekend, you didn’t have to worry about an early start to sleep for so you were motivated to make the most of your night! Gladio suggested you went on a little hunt, to which you responded.

Y/N: ‘Behemoth time, right Gladio? What say we get some proper meat, OUR way?’

Gladio: ‘Oh, I’m on it!’

Gladio high fives you and insists on driving your car due to your tiring day at work. You both arrive in run down deserted plains situated between Goldin Quay and Hammerhead. You both swing out your weapons and temporarily separate to increase the chances of what becomes a successful pre-emptive strike on a huge 20 foot Behemoth with claws so sharp and strong they could break a human’s bones in seconds.

You both perform one last strike together, Gladio grabs your hand and swings you to the opposite side of the creature, delivering a devastating blow to its back leg whilst Gladio pierces its chest. You both gather your prize and go back to your apartment, in which he carefully stirs your hard earned meat into yours and his favourite limited edition sweet and sour chilli Cup Of Noodles you managed to acquire for free as a thank you for your efforts at work.

You both sat on your sofa, watching horror movies accompanied with your delicious noodles before he grabs your hips gently, placing you on his lap, massaging your back whilst enjoying your favourite horror movies.


Prompto:
Prompto’s purchased you both some tickets to the Moogle Chocobo carnival – an annual event you’ve sadly never attended due to your work commitments as a full time environmentalist, educating citizens across the globe. He’s already liaised with your management, practically begging them to let you have a weekend off to unwind and what better way to let loose than find yourself surrounding by mascots, fun and games whilst being surprised to a free fireworks display as a thank you for your services to the people of Eos.

Prompto has you blindfolded whilst he drives you to your special getaway. He asked you to pack beforehand so everything was organised and going smoothly! Whilst you wondered what was occurring, you heard unfamiliar noises and the sounds of huge gatherings and popping balloons.

Prompto escorted you out of his auto mobile with your luggage, leading you to what sounded and felt like a hotel suite. He then led you back outdoors again before ripping off your blindfold.

Prompto: ‘Ta da sweet cheeks! This is for you. Take a break, relax and enjoy!’

Y/N: ‘Oh my, wow this is the……THIS IS THE FREAKING MOOGLE CHOCOBO CARNIVAL ARE YOU SHITTING ME RIGHT NOW?’

You immediately ran over to the coins counter, learning what prizes are to be won before Prompto grabs your arm, leading you to the chocobo races to which you gladly volunteered to participate.

Talk about an amazing day. You were both on a sugar high from the Moogle Edition candy floss and choco-banana ice cream consumed. You’d participated in various activities, including the findings of moogle models, shooting cactuars, photograph competitions. Prompto had never seen you so happy, even though you beat him at chocobo racing which would normally frustrate him. You even won a plush chocobo for him at the stall as a way to say thank you which gets him emotional. As the evening would draw closer, he decided to take you out for a meal at Altissia’s finest establishment before inviting you to the special fireworks event. You both refreshed yourselves at your hotel room before Prompto escorted you to a small boat, controlled by a member of staff for tour guides and just generally enjoy the scenery and see all the sights whilst admiring the beautiful fireworks!

As the sparks would fly, you closed your eyes, taking in the sounds before grabbing Prompto’s camera and getting plenty of landscape shots of multi-coloured fireworks – the colours perfectly contrasted the dark night sky.

Prompto: ‘That’s my girl.’

He watched you with utmost pride and smirked. How did he ever get this lucky? Seeing you smile made him feel warm and fuzzy inside and you’d never forget this thoughtful gesture.

Ignis:
Ignis is the only bro who evidences balance and structure in the event of planning a date. For Ignis, he would need to outline the pros and cons of a particular location and recipe before inviting his loved one into what could be a night of turmoil and trouble. He hides it well normally but the guy was rather anxious when it came to pleasing his partner. They’re the sort of couple of love each other dearly but enjoy pursuing their own interests and investing in their own individual time – the pair’s schedules are packed to the brim with Royal duties; Ignis serving Prince Noctis and Y/N attending to the cleanliness of the Citadel quarters. So a date night was a pretty big deal as far as Iggy was concerned.

He gave notice to Noctis concerning his ‘night off’ and ensured Y/N followed suit. So it’s now a Saturday night and Y/N has spent the day sleeping and catching up on her historical readings leant to her by Ignis himself. Ignis has been preparing the setting for Y/N, hoping the date would prove she is his number one priority, despite his commitments to the Prince. He requested she dresses in ‘comfortable’ and ‘warm’ attire and meet him outside the Citadel. She proceeds and he takes her arm, escorting her to his car, driving with the roof lowered. He then leads her to a quiet area full of grasslands situated on the outskirts of Insomnia. You’d read about this little known location in one of your books Iggy leant you. You were most impressed.

Ignis: ‘Follow me and please, remain seated. You need not lift a finger for tonight’s activities.’

You followed him to a beautiful campsite, clearly set up during the day (good job it didn’t rain), the tent was pretty huge and you took a sneak peak – he’d filled the tent with your favourite blanket you keep in his accommodation to preserve his scent, all accompanied with a thick duvet and cushions. You smelt the scent of your favourite dish, Spaghetti Bolognese complete with Sea salt bread with a large bottle of balsamic vinegar – your favoured flavour of dip.

Y/N: ‘How long have you been out here today, cooking this?’

Ignis: ‘Ah, the best part of the whole day, crack of dawn to set up camp, followed by food preparation back home, not to forget the……’

Ignis was interrupted by you dramatically running over to him standing at the stove. He paused whilst you hugged him tightly, almost trapping his oxygen supply, thanking him repeatedly.

As you eventually dined outside the huge camp/kitchen set up he suggested a spot of stargazing before wrapping up the date. You assisted him in tidying the crockery and sat a few meters away from the tent on the grassy floor. You felt Ignis wrap his hands around your waist as he placed himself on the floor, carefully seating you on his thighs whilst he stretched out his legs.

No words were needed, the ambience of the night and the most wondrous view did all the talking for the pair of you. Eventually you fell asleep, so peaceful and content whilst stargazing. He lifted you in his arms and placed you in the tent, wrapping the blankets around you both.

Ignis: ‘Sleep well my beloved Y/N. Sleep well.’


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