arched doorways

Glorious Gems of MP - Purana Mahal of Datia

It is a chilly November morning at 9 am, and we are on our way to Datia. The entire drive had very limited visibility and it felt like the fog had developed its own character overnight and started travelling with us like an old companion. Little did I know, this was probably the best preface for the place I was about to visit shortly. Around mid-day, the fog started clearing up to reveal some friendly jaggery hawkers.

I looked around, and find myself surrounded by sugarcane fields! That is when I learnt that the periphery of this district is famous for jaggery factories.

Biting on a few delicious pieces, I moved towards Tourist Motel in Datia where I got a glimpse of the main attraction - the marvellous Bir Singh Palace, also known as Datia Palace and locally referred to as the Purana Mahal. I sat on a bench, looking at the breathtaking view of this overwhelmingly stunning palace!

This palace is famous as a testimony to friendship. As I wondered the story behind the palace, my guide narrated one of the most unique stories I have heard in a long time. Centuries ago, when Bundela Raja Bir Singh and Akbar entered into an alliance at Orchha, it marked the beginning of a friendship with the Mughal ruler’s son Jahangir. Bir Singh built the Jahangir Mahal at Orchha to welcome him on his first visit to the city. But the Raja was not too impressed by the Orchha Mahal and so went on to build this majestic maze of a palace in Datia.

Up close, Bir Singh Palace was more than just a spectacle. So much so that I was awe struck by the entrance gate itself. Each of the tiles, carvings, colours, motifs had a tale about a great friendship. The figures in yellow represent Bir Singh and the one in green depict Jahangir placed in numerous frames made to look like almirahs. The main arch has carvings of them catching deers, a dragon like figure as well as motifs of the sun and the moon.

Sadly, a lot of the enamel work had withered away with time but it still does not need a lot of imagination to guess how breathtaking it must have been when it was built. I spent a good amount of time gazing at the gate and figuring out these stories that were the inspiration for this wall.

Built entirely of brick and stone with no cement or iron to hold it together, this palace is one of the finest examples of the blend of Indo-Islamic architecture. Designed in the form of a Swastik, it is a great balance of classical and symmetrical.  No wonder Sir Edward Lutyens, the renowned British architect was awestruck by this palace. He was so overwhelmed by Datia Mahal that he chose to visit other edifices in India before he embarked on designing New Delhi.

The palace stands on a square base with octagonal towers on each of its corners. Some of the ceilings have beautifully carved islamic patterns that looked like the night sky filled with stars. Some of them have naqqashi work. The chhatris are in the shape of a lotus petal, whereas arches and doorways are clearly inspired my islamic architecture. Every wall spoke to me about the beautiful aesthetics and whispered poems of friendship. Although the rooms with stucco work were shut, I managed to get a peek of a few figures - trees, birds, vases - simply stunning. This wonderful fusion of two worlds made it even more interesting to spend more time around this place.

In the 17th century, the cost of building this palace was about a whopping 35 lakhs but the heartbreaking part is that no one actually ended up living in it.

And the biggest irony - even Jahangir himself was never able to visit it.

About the artist 

Neethi Goldhawk is an independent illustrator and textile print designer who loves drawing all things dreamy, inspired by nature and life. She has illustrated for platforms like Redbull Amaphiko and Launchora. Her pen name (Goldhawk) was concocted in the crowded space of her mind full of absurd characters, who are but little children at heart. She is an avid Tumblr blogger and can be found here

By Neethi Goldhawk
Second Chances (James Conrad)

Pairing: James Conrad x OC

Warning: Little, tiny bit of violence. And giant bugs. Lol.

Originally posted by enchantedbyhiddles


I couldn’t relax. Couldn’t close my eyes without seeing it all over again. 

Choppers being tossed from the sky, like tiny toys. Flames licking away at molten metal. Bodies falling from midair. And those eyes. Those huge, yellow eyes. I squeezed my own eyes shut, desperate to make those horrible mental images vanish. Though the second I tried to think of something else, anything else, my mind wandered back to him.

To James Conrad.

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Oak Park, IL, Residence (Architect: Frank Lloyd Wright) by Mary Warren

“what’s that?”

in the cloisters every sound echoed, the hum and buzz of the operations room filtering in through the large arched doorways. the late afternoon sun was spilling through the stained glass windows, and everything was bathed in that signature pink and blue, but versions that were warmed by the sunset, shafts of perfect orange light coming through the clear portions.

underneath all that light magnus was fixing one of his fingerless leather gloves when alec walked up. as usual alec had his thigh holster strapped to his thigh, but instead of a bow he was holding something in his hand that was pitch black and looked overly complicated. which was precisely why magnus asked that.

his brows were pulled together in confusion as he stared at it and then he glanced up at alec with a single raised eyebrow, about to ask where alec’s bow was. but the minute he saw the look on alec’s voice he closed his mouth and attempted not to burst into laughter because… alec looked pissed.

he didn’t only look pissed. he was pissed and that was clear enough. his jaw was tight and magnus caught the tail end of an eyeroll. his lip was slightly curled and exasperated annoyance seemed to have made home in all of the muscles of his shoulders. it shouldn’t have been as funny as it was but magnus really had to hold back his laughter at the way alec seemed to be trying to control himself.

“this,” alec started, sounding less like he was explaining something and more like he was verbally slicing someone in half. “is the weapon i’m supposed to test out tonight.” there was no joy in his voice and he stared magnus down as he shifted his fingers on the black frame and suddenly the whole thing rearranged itself.

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ilvermorny / remus lupin

Anonymous said: Can I have a one shot where you’re from Ilivermorny or whatever and you transfer to Hogwarts and James (or Remus) is asked to escort you to your classes and such until you get used to it oml Im in love with this idea😍😍😍   

the gif tho. fUCK

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Dumbledore’s office was quite intriguing. Tall shelves of books stretched to the ceiling and the quirky gadgets that scattered the room sparked your interest. Your fingers ran along the columns as you ascended the few stairs that led up to his desk, admiring and soaking in each detail. As you drew near the polished desk, your eyes met those behind a set of half-moon spectacles belonging to a long bearded man. His eyes were gentle and amused and you suddenly felt embarrassed for gawking at everything.

“Your office is sweet,” You exclaimed excitedly and your fingers itched to run along the spines of the hundreds of books.

The headmaster chortled gleefully and appeared puzzled. “I hadn’t a clue an office could be sweet, but I’m delighted you think so!”

You giggled and shook your head, forgetting you weren’t in America any longer. “No, sir. In America, people use the word sweet to describe something that’s cool or really nice.”

He ‘ah’ed’ and nodded in understanding, his eyes squinting as he smiled. “Y/F/N, the transfer student from Ilvermorny. We’ve been expecting you for awhile,” He informed and held a yellow candy out towards her. “Lemon drop?”

Brows furrowed, you accepted the candy and smiled at the peculiar man. You slid the lemon drop into your mouth and shifted awkwardly, waiting for him to continue and unsure of what to say. 

“Since you’ve no idea of your way around, I have spoken to a student whom is willing to escort you to your classes. He should be here any moment.”

“What’s this student’s name, Professor?”

Dumbledore carefully chose another lemon drop before replying. “His name is Remus Lupin. He’s in the Gryffindor house, as are you, and he’s a very bright wizard.”

Just as he finished and you had pursed your lips, mulling the newfound information in your mind, footsteps sounded from behind you and you spun around curiously. You had to refrain from giggling as the boy you assumed was Remus Lupin stumbled ungracefully up the few steps. When his eyes quickly flickered to you, his head ducked but you still caught sight of the pink tint to his cheeks. He tousled his messy hair further as his long, slender fingers raked through it and a giggle finally escaped when he kept beating his eyes toward you, but never for longer than a few seconds. 

“Ah, Remus!” Dumbledore exclaimed and rose from his seat. “You finally arrived.”

Remus rubbed the back of his neck and nodded sheepishly. “Sorry about that, Professor.” He smiled nervously.

“Not to worry, Mr. Lupin. This is Y/F/N, a transfer student from Ilvermorny.” He gestured to you and the attention in the room turned towards you.

You smiled politely at him. “Hi,” You blurted and sent a small wave his way.

He tried not to gape at your enthralling smile and after blinking a few times to make sure you weren’t a figment of his imagination, he smiled weakly. “Hi,” He replied, but it was less bubbly and sounded like he’d ran a marathon beforehand.

The headmaster clasped his hands together and a creamed colored piece of parchment glided from within his desk when he flicked his finger wordlessly. It flew into your grasp smoothly and your eyes scoured over the words while Dumbledore explained, “This is your schedule. I have put you in the same courses as Mr. Lupin to make him escorting you much easier on both of you. Seeing as how it’s Saturday, Remus, you may show her around the school today if you please. Now, you two can be off!”


After the meeting in Dumbledore’s office, your tour of the school commenced. Your mouth remained parted as you walked the corridors alongside Remus, your eyes taking in as much of the surroundings as possible. He had led you to the grand staircase and you heard him chuckling as your head tilted back to admire the portraits lining the walls. The marbling of the stairs as well as the architecture of the arched doorways was simply breathtaking and you found it hard to take in all of the subtle details. 

A palm landed on the small of your back, urging you toward the staircase. He couldn’t stop his eyes from training onto your awestruck face and smiling in amusement. You looked as if you’d never experienced magic in your life as you studied the moving portraits when you passed them on the ascend up the marble stairs. 

Deep within your own thoughts, an abrupt squeak elicited from you when the staircase began to move, gliding through the air to connect in a complete opposite direction. Your body swayed dangerously and Remus instinctively caught your waist to steady you from falling backwards. Your hands gripped onto his biceps and your stomach lurched when his muscles flexed underneath your palms.

“I think you failed to mention that the stairs move,” You joked breathlessly and you weren’t sure if the pounding of your heart was caused by the moving stairs or him touching you. 

Remus licked his bottom lip and bit it, his eyes darting from you for a split second before returning. He smiled sheepishly. “The stairs move.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t bite back a smile. “Thanks for the heads-up.” You laughed and dropped your hands from his arms, placing your firm grip upon the railing instead. “Anything else I should know before I go any further? You know, so I can avoid plummeting to my death.”

“Right. Some of the stairs disappear or will make you leg sink through,” He informed as he continued on guiding you upstairs before pointing at a particular step that you both were approaching. “Like that one, for example. You’ll learn which ones to jump. Eventually.”

“Eventually?” You cried and widened your y/e/c eyes. “Is this school trying to kill it’s students?”

He chortled and hopped over the step with ease. “Hogwarts is one of a kind, love.”

His hand extended for yours which you gratefully accepted. You stretched your leg over the pesky stair and hopped onto the same one Remus stood on. Your landing wasn’t as smooth as his and you stumbled into him a bit. His hand that wasn’t curled around yours went to your waist for the second time and you flushed pink, giggling off the clumsy act. He smiled down at you gently and you swallowed nervously, his close proximity heightening your nerves. 

“Erm, we should probably head to the common room,” He said lowly and your belly fluttered. “It’s getting late.”

Pulling away from him, you tucked a hair behind your ear and nodded. “Lead the way, Lupin.”


The Gryffindor common room didn’t disappoint. 

A fire burned brightly in the fireplace, crackling and popping soothingly. Red couches and armchairs scattered around the room, but the small window seat caught your utmost attention. It had it’s own little nook, little plush pillows perched on top of the seat with a throw blanket folded neatly along it. You could vividly picture yourself practically living there with a book or homework assignments or perhaps charcoal pencils to sketch the view. It was cozy and warm to welcome you as soon as you entered into it. 

“The girls dormitory is that way and the boys is over there.” Remus pointing in the correct direction of the dorms and you watched in amusement as his face flushed. “Not that you needed to know where the boy’s dormitory is unless–”

You nudged him and he closed his mouth immediately. “Maybe I’ll visit you in your dorm sometime,” You teased and winked suggestively, thoroughly enjoying him so flustered.

“R-Right! I-I mean-”

“I’m kidding, Remus.”

“I knew that.”

Smiling up at the messy haired and brown eyed boy, you pushed yourself onto your toes and pressed your lips to his reddened skin. “Goodnight, Remus,” You hummed and just as quickly as it had happened, you had slipped out of sight towards the girl’s dormitory. 

Remus grinned goofily in the direction you had left in. 

He could still feel your lips on his face even as he laid awake in bed that night. 

Otayuri get naked

“Beka?!”

There is no real way to ease into being comfortably naked around ones’ friends Otabek finds. It just happens. Yuri walking in on him complete bare when he’s doing something as customary as laundry is as good an occasion as any.

“Kitchen, Yuri.”

It’s funny even, because from the laundry room Otabek can lean forward a little and see Yuri invade his refrigerator and proceed to hop up and prop himself onto the counter. And from crouching behind his laundry basket and the pile of fabric in it, Yuri can’t see he’s completely naked. 

“I didn’t think I’d ever really need a key to your apartment, but it’s actually really fucking convenient.”

Sorting out the clothes he intends to wash together and tossing them into the machine, Otabek snorts. “Oh Yuri,” he whispers. The worn briefs in his hand could easily be slipped up his legs for the moment, just until he could get back to his room.

Otabek shrugs and tosses them in anyway.

“What? When you said “for when you need to get away from Lilia and Yokav” I took it very fucking seriously.“ Otabek can hear the small groan and rustle of him stripping his jacket away. “I don’t know what broke them up however long ago, but it’s not stopping them now. Everyone else I know is either sucking face on the daily or non-stop flirting.”

“Does that include Mila?” Otabek’s not sure if Yuri’s paying him any mind through the open folding door of the laundry room, but as he stands to turn on the washing machine setting he sees the blonde scrolling though his phone.

Otabek purses his lips and pressing star with eyes solely on Yuri. Too late to turn back now, Yuri’ll just have to deal with his nudity. “Her and that airhead hockey player have been on more than they’ve been off and she tells me everything even when I don’t actually want to know.”

“But you listened.” He says pulling the laundry basket to his front to carry back to his room. It’s inevitable that Yuri will look at him when he gets outs there. Exposed for spiteful, emerald eyes. And  possible tongue lashing

“The point is,” Blonde hair flails out dramatically as Yuri sits up quickly.

Otabek supposes, as he stands there with a perforated basket barely hiding his dick, some part of him wants Yuri to turn his way and just get it over with. Or he could keep going and pretend there is nothing pushing the boundaries of their comfort right now. Not even Yuri getting a complete glimpse of his ass when he walks by and ultimately picking his head up to yell some obscenity and then never dropping some running gag about him being a nudist or something like that.

Yuri stares at his face first. His mouth moves. Otabek Counts the various stages of “oh" that cross his face. “Victor and Katsudon are enough of a pair of saps f-for-” He sputters. Otabek sees the realization form at his brown. Yuri has the most expressive eyes. Cast down for a second and then back to his chest, he gives him an offended stare.

“What the fuck, Otabek!?" 

"I was alone 10 mintues ago-” He starts, but Yuri’s not taking it.

“Okay!? And now you’re bare ass in front of me with a basket-am”

“Yuri.”

“Am I at Victor’s right now?? Is this a joke?”

Satisfied and sure Yuri’s well prepared, Otabek walks. He has to pass Yuri to get to the other side of his apartment and there’s nothing he can do about it now, but hold the basket a little closer to his crotch. Where the edges of holes in it’s side graze his dick somewhat uncomfortably and Yuri’s feet hit his thighs in passing.

He laughs. To Otabek’s relief because he honestly doesn’t care if Yuri’s only amused. He’s red all over and his hands are over his eyes, but he’s laughing.

He’s nearly out of the arched doorway when Yuri’s laugh catches in his throat and his voice cracks. He hears a string of things that he can only smile and shake his head to. And sort of swell at his ego.

“Oh my god. When do you even workout?”

“You have fucking tan lines.”

“Your ass though, beka-”

Dear Damian part 6 (Older! Damian Wayne x Reader)

Schninner: Oh yes my Squirtle squad, here comes another part of Pain and Feels, so grab your tissues and find yourself a secluded room where nobody can hear you cry, because this one is a doosy. Love ya guys!

Tagging: @isabellegunawan @gothxmsirxns @loverbug1123 @maruthor @the-singing-canary

(Female Reader)

Warnings: the angst, blood, swearing

Part 1 * Part 2 * Part 3 * Part 4 * Part 5


Light stung his eyes as the executioner’s hood was flung from his face. Damian squinted while his eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight, he frantically looked around for you. When he couldn’t find you, he panicked, his heart sped up as he thrashed around.

“Where is she!” He shouted at the guards that were holding him. “I swear, if you hurt her- “

“Relax young Wayne!” Damian’s head snapped in the direction of your father’s voice, “she’s right here!”

He gestured to one of the arched doorways surrounding them, Damian’s heart nearly stopped as saw the guards hauling your writhing body towards him. They forced you into a kneel and tore the hood off your head. You made eye contact, he could see the pain and fear in your eyes.

Your father clapped his hands together excitedly, “Well, let’s get this started now, shall we?”

He motioned for his servants, who brought him a katana. He swiftly unsheathed his sword, and slowly walked toward Damian, inspecting the blade.

“You, my friend, have ruined my life.” He said, slowly walking closer and closer.

“You ruined my relationship with the league of Assassins, you made me look like a fool, and you stole my daughter away from me…” His eyes narrowed and his mouth formed into a scowl, “and for that, I will make you suffer.”

He pulled back his arm, with hatred in his eyes, and swung down.


You spat blood out on the floor, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Killer Croc howled and came charging towards you. You rolled out of the way, throwing several knives at the beast. He snarled at you, tearing the projectile weapons out of his scaly flesh. He slashed at you, sending you flying through the air and crashing into the opposite wall.

You winced at your newly broken ribs, and struggled to get up, but your limbs didn’t seem to obey what your brain was telling them to do. Killer Croc stalked toward you, and grabbed you by your hair, slowly lifting you up. You screamed in anguish as you rose in the air.

Just then, a pair of birdarangs flew through the air and sinking into his flesh, right before letting off a small flash bomb. The monster let out a scream, and dropped you to the floor. You let out a grunt on impact, looking up to see Damian rush over to you.


Damian didn’t look at your father, all he could look at was you, your [H/C] hair, your [S/T] skin, and those beautiful [E/C] eyes of yours. He wanted you to be the last thing he saw. He watched as you screamed and struggled against the guards, pleading with your father to spare him.

Then he swung down, but Damian never felt the blade pierce his skin, in fact, he felt nothing at all, he was numb. He watched your face turn from rage to shock, as blood fell from the corner of your mouth. His eyes widened as he lowered his gaze to your abdomen, where your father had driven the blade right through you.


Damian kneeled down next to you, concern showing in his eyes. “Beloved, are you okay?”

“I’m fine Dami.” You struggled to say as you sat up, wincing from the pain. “Better now that you’re here to help me kick this reptile’s ass.”

Damian smiled, but a roar from your opponent caused him to change his focus.

“Give me a moment beloved.” He said with a scowl, as he charged at the beast.


All he could do was watch, in complete shock and horror as your father removed the blade from your torso. You crumpled to the ground, blood pooling around your body all too quickly. Your father casually wiped the blood, your blood, form the katana.

NO!” Damian Screamed in outrage, straining against the guards, trying to get closer. “You should have killed me!” He screamed,” Why didn’t you kill me?”

“Why, my dear boy. Merely killing you would’ve just been to quick, to painless, this on the other hand,” He said with a cruel smile, “Is much more entertaining.”


You struggled to get to your feet, pulling your staff out, and running into the fray.

“Dammit [S/H/N]!” Damian shouted, as you pounced on the Killer Croc, striking him with your staff. “Stay out of this!”

“Fat chance Robin.” You said turning to him for a brief second.

This was a mistake on your part.

No sooner had you turned around, had the Crocodile raised his talons, intending to tear you to shreds.

“[S/H/N]! Watch out!” He screamed, you turned around to see the monster’s claws coming straight for you, but they never hit you.

Before they could tear you into ribbons, Damian had knocked you out of the way, receiving the blow himself.


Rage boiled inside of him, causing his adrenaline to spike up. He tore the guards grip from him, knocking the man to the ground unconscious with one swing from his bound hands. He then tore the bonds form his hands, giving him the opportunity to smash the head of the other guard against the hard ground.

He took them down one by one, knocking some unconscious, but killing most. They would pay.

He then finally reached your father. He enjoyed latching his bloodied hand onto his throat, and watching him struggle for oxygen, before the life left from his face completely. He dropped the lifeless body to the ground. Breathing heavily, he looked around him, observing the mass of dead and unconscious bodies that littered the grounds.

His rage and blood lust subsided only when he heard a faint, weak, and familiar voice.

“Dami…”


After Croc had knocked Damian to the side like a rag doll, you had managed to knock the beast unconscious by giving him the shock of a lifetime, tazing him with enough electricity to knock out an African Elephant. You had rushed to his side, gasping and wincing along the way. You knelt down next to him, and observed the large bloody scratch marks across his broad chest.

“You idiot,” You lovingly muttered to him, helping him to his feet. “Why did you do that?”


Damian scrambled to your limp body, almost slipping in the blood as he scooped you up. Your skin was so pale and cold, he almost sobbed when he saw how dull your eyes had already become.

“[F/n], I’m so sorry,” He said, tears rolling down his cheeks, mingling with the blood running down your mouth, “If I had just gotten out quicker, if I had only- “

“Dami…” You whispered, raising your bloodied hand to his face. He leaned into your touch, feeling the blood from your hand rub off on his face.


“Why? Because I love you.”


“I love you.” You whispered, lightly kissing him on his lips. Then leaned your head back and closed your eyes.


And I will always protect you,”


“[F/N]? [F/N]! Please stay with me! I’ll get help! I can get you all fixed up!” He pleaded, but he didn’t move. It was too late.

Sobs racked through his body, as he clutched your small lifeless one close to him. He breathed in your sent, and buried his nose into your [H/C] hair.

“Please don’t leave me [F/N], I need you!”


”… I will always protect you.”

Creepypasta #1087: It Doesn't Matter How Many Times I Tell My Babysitting Story, Because No One Believes Me

Length: Long

Listen, I’ve told the cops my story three times now. You can keep asking but I’ll keep saying the same thing. I know what I saw. I’m not crazy.

They were advertising for a babysitter on Craigslist. The post read “WANTED – BABYSITTER. ONE NIGHT ONLY. PARENTS NEED A DATE NIGHT DESPERATELY! $50. MUST LIKE GAMES.”

Well, I needed cash and I like kids. I like games too. I figured it would be easy money for just one night, so I responded. Back and forth, the typical shit - “We’re so happy you answered”, “When do you want me to come over?”, “Here’s our address”. All that stuff was pretty straightforward. Nothing really jumped out at me.

I should’ve realized they never mentioned who I’d be babysitting, right?

So I pull up to the house and it’s a real shithole. One of those that’s in an okay neighborhood and probably looked fine a long time ago but it got really gross and now their neighbors are pissed because in between their all-right houses is a total dump but no one says anything about it. And they had real weird decorations, too – next to the mailbox were these little bird-things with stone eggs for bodies and old metal limbs sticking out. Pointy rusted beak heads bobbing on weak springs. Real weird.

I knocked on the door because they didn’t have a doorbell. Right away, it opened, like someone was waiting for me.

First off, the guy was old. Like way, way older than I’d expected. I mean, the ad read like a couple with a baby who hadn’t been out in forever and this guy couldn’t have been a day under 70. Kind of stooped over, bald, skin sort of hanging off his face like it does with some old guys. His nose was all red, burst capillaries, most likely from too many years in the bottle.

“You’re here,” he said, excited, waving me in with a gnarled, liver-spotted hand. “Come in, come in!”

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Sometimes Rain Falls

A BTS Fanfiction

Type: AU/Alternative Universe

Summary: Sometimes a normal life is a good one to lead; its nice…its easy…
But sometimes, normal isn’t the way that things were meant to be. And when you’re chosen as a possible candidate for one of the kingdom’s 7 princes, life isn’t as nice and easy as you always presumed it to be…especially when you catch the eye of more than one of them…

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‘Where are we going?’ you whisper through the darkness to Hoseok, catching a glimpse of his grin as he turns to look at you over his shoulder, and letting the giggle escape you as he continues to pull you down the castle corridor, the two of you jogging to some unknown destination after having left the dining room moments earlier.

‘Patience is a virtue, Jagi.’ He says over his shoulder, a bubble of laughter leaving his own lips and the sound makes you pull on his hand suddenly to stop him, pants leaving you both even as you pull him back to you and you tiptoe to crash your lips to his. His hands immediately come to curl around your back, your own smoothing up his chest and neck till you could knot your arms around his shoulders, pushing your lips harder against his own in a desperate attempt to taste more of him.

‘I’ve wanted to do that all dinner.’ You murmur when you break for air, the silence of the castle closing in around your little bubble of one another as you continue to dot kisses on his lips, grinning when you see him similarly as intoxicated by you.

‘Why the hell didn’t you?’ he pants, pressing you closer to him, a tremble running down your spine with the feel of him pressed against you, and he crashes his mouth back to yours, stroking his tongue against yours and you feel so light headed in your euphoria that you would have fallen to the floor had he not been holding you as tight as he was. The strands of his hair as they ran between your fingers felt like the softest fur and his lips battling with yours tasted of cherries and liquor, but the best part of the moment was when you opened your eyes as you pulled away and watched intently as he opened his.

Brilliant white orbs stared back at you.

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Emberly Lyon, reshelving the third volume of Gruyere’s History of Empire, startled a book-thief in the back room of the King’s Library at half-past three in the morning.

Ember, one hand still on his book, blinked at the intruder in lantern-light. The book-thief recovered from surprise first, and demanded, “What are you even doing here?”

“I was–” Instinctive guilt - he’d always been capable of losing time in a book, about which Chance teased him mercilessly, in the way of younger brothers - lost out to baffled anger. “I’m the King’s Librarian! What are you doing?”

“I don’t suppose you’d believe I wanted to borrow a novel of seafaring navigation, shipwreck, and improbable feats of adventure?” The book-thief had a voice that laughed: wind over water, copper chines in arched doorways, melody in sunshine. Ember couldn’t see much of him in library shadow, only the glance of a single dark-lantern’s rays across slender build, petite height, dark hair.

And that laughter. Beckoning.

Egyptian Book of Coming into the Light-Full Text Hymn to Asar/Osiris

I think i am doing a disservice by not including the entire hymn. Yes, it’s that deep. So here it is. 

The doors of perception open; what was hidden has been revealed. It is myself I see and a thousand colors swirling in liquid light. I am where the sun sets below the mountains. I am in this body. I am that star rising above the clouds hung by a thread from its ocean moon. Hail myself traversing eternity walking among gods, a shuttle flying across the loom through the threads of time. This is all one place, one cloth: a man’s life endures. On earth flowers grow, snakes crawl and wisdom lies in the palm of a hand. All that is will be - hawks and sparrows, the thousand lives within.

I have come home. I have entered humanhood, bound to rocks and plants, men and woman, rivers and sky. I shall be with you in this and other worlds. When the cat arches in the doorway, think of me. I have sometimes been like that. When two men greet each other in the street, I am there speaking to you. When you look up, know that I am there - sun and moon pouring my love around you. All these things am I, portents, images, signs. Though apart, I am a part of you. One of the million things in the universe, I am the universe, too. You think I disguise myself as rivers and trees simply to confuse you? Whatever I am, woman, cat or lotus, the same god breathes in every body. You and I together are a single creation. Neither death nor spite nor fear nor ignorance stops my love for you.

May we come and go in and out of heaven through the gates of starlight. As the houses of earth fill with dancing and song, so filled are the houses of heaven. I am come, in truth. I sail a long river and row back again. It is joy to breathe under the stars. I am the sojourner destined to walk a thousand years until I arrive at myself.

-The Egyptian Book of the Dead. More correctly translated as the Book of Coming into the Light. Translated by Normandi Ellis in her book Awakening Osiris.

when you read this, please remember that you are the person speaking. Do not think that it is someone or something outside of yourself…it is you speaking. Your spirit communicating absolutely timeless truths unfettered by any weights of the illusion that surrounds you now. That is the power of the pyramid texts and the Egyptian Book of the Dead/Coming forth into the Light.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Can I request something with Prompto and a timid,cute and demure young woman who sells flowers and herbs in Altissa? Maybe the other boys have noticed the way she looks at Prompto or how she asks about their blonde friend out of worry when he's not within eyesight and Prompto's oblivious to it until the boys decide to step in and play cupid?

Altissian Flora - Prompto x F!OC

“He’s got it bad,” Noctis remarked from where he, Ignis and Gladio stood in the plaza just outside the shop. They could see them inside, Prompto talking animatedly and Artemisia maintaining that bright smile with her hands clasped together in front of her apron.

“Do you think he’s going to make a move?” Glad questioned, scratching at his beard.

“Prompto may be a natural flirt, but unfortunately we know that tact is not his forte,” Ignis replied, shifting his weight as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I suggest we devise a plan.”

(tagging @iinkpools, @ascensiontree, @chocobro-daydreams and @chocobrodreamteam for funsies)

Altissia had to be one of the most amazing cities that Prompto had ever seen. Before leaving with Noctis and the others, he’d never really left the Crown City before. So when the boat docked and he stepped onto the city’s busy streets, he was in complete awe.

The canals wove through stone archways and under bridges, and there was a distinctly sweet aroma in the air from all the patisseries and shops lining the streets.

“Can we go explore?” Prompto begged, clasping his hands together like a small child. He bounced from foot to foot as Ignis sighed, though a smile graced his features.

“That’s up to Noct.”

Prompto turned to his best friend. “Come on, buddy. Let’s walk around a bit! It’s not every day we get to see the capital of Accordo!”

Noctis shrugged. “Don’t see why not.”

Prompto whooped and pumped his fist in the air. “Come on, let’s go this way!” He grabbed Noct’s arm and dragged him along a side street. Ignis placed over at Gladio, who shrugged and started after them.

The city was truly amazing. A lot more open than Lestallum, and with a lot more people. Ignis went off in search of new ingredients for recipes, and Gladio was speaking to an arms dealer. Prompto was in the middle of convincing Noctis to buy some pastries for later when something caught his eye.

It was a small flower shop tucked away in the corner of a plaza. It had a narrow arched doorway with an antique bell at the top, and the most amazing floral arrangement Prompto had ever seen in the window. There were flowers he had never even seen before, different shapes and colour combinations that piqued his curiosity. He placed his hand on the worn door handle and pulled it open.

The bell clinked as he entered the shop. The interior matched the door’s aesthetic—it was quaint, with worn hardwood floors and walls that were painted a deep green. The shelves were a deep, warm brown and gold filigree accented the edges. It immediately felt very cozy, and Prompto began examining some golden, almost iridescent flowers he wasn’t familiar with.

“Can I help you with something?”

Prompto turned in the direction of the voice. It was melodic, and very sweet, like the sound of songbirds at first light. He spun around and felt his breath hitch in his throat.

The florist who’d addressed him was probably the most beautiful women he’d ever seen. She wasn’t a stereotypical sort of beautiful, but her large doe eyes, button nose and the small smile gracing her lips made her, in Prompto’s mind, absolutely stunning. She wore glasses that slid down her nose, her dark hair pulled back in a loose bun. She wore what looked to be the uniform of the store, a dark green button up that was a little loose with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, black pants and a white apron that had the golden flower he’d been examining sprawled across the front in delicate embroidery. It took him a second to respond when he noticed that she was shifting uncomfortably.

“N-no,” he finally stuttered. “I’m just browsing. Never been to Altissia before, actually.”

“Oh,” she smiled, tucking a loose strand behind her ear. She moved to stand next to him, pointing to the flower he’d been examining earlier. “This is the flower of the capital city. It grows in abundance here, because the canals make the air just the right temperature for them to bloom. Most other places are too dry.” She turned to face him with a smile. “Would you like a small bouquet? Since it’s your first time here, I’m offering it to you free of charge.”

Prompto blushed, scratching at the back of his head with a bit of a stammering giggle. He mentally punched himself for sounding so juvenile. “Sure! I mean, if it’s not too much trouble, that would be amazing—”

Suddenly the bell clanked and more bodies entered the small shop. It was the others.

“Prompto,” Noctis called from the doorway. “Come on. Gotta make tracks.”

“Uh, just a second!” he replied, before turning back to the florist with a frown. “I’m sorry. Duty calls.”

She looked sad for a split second, but regained composure so quickly that he almost didn’t notice. “That’s alright,” she finally said. “Go on, your friends are waiting.”

Prompto craned his neck to look over at his friends. Noct was fiddling with his phone, Ignis was looking all around, mumbling to himself about the different plants that were housed in the small store, and Gladio was looking right at him, wiggling his eyebrows. Prompto felt his face go ten shades of scarlet and quickly turned back to the girl.

“Let’s make a rain check on the flowers,” he said, and she smiled, a simple upward curve of her lips. “I’d like to know more about the different kinds you have here.”

She gave a small nod. “I’d like that.”

“What’s your name?” he asked, realizing he’d never introduced herself. “Mine’s Prompto.”

“Artemisia,” she answered, pushing her glasses further up her nose. “It’s nice to meet you, Prompto.”

Prompto heard the sound of a throat clearing and remembered that his friends were waiting for him. “See you again soon?”

She nodded in affirmation with a small bow. “See you again soon.”

Prompto rejoined with the others and exited the shop. Artemisia sighed, and went back to tending her flowers.

“Who was that?” Noctis teased once they’d left. “New girlfriend?”

“W-what?” Prompto stuttered. “No way!”

“She not pretty enough for you?” Gladio teased. “Or is this another case of Cindy Syndrome? Or Aranea syndrome?”

“No, nothing like that!” Prompto exclaimed, running his hands over his face. “She’s…I don’t know. She’s different.”

“She seemed quite lovely,” Ignis remarked, patting Prompto on the back. “And she also seemed quite interested in you.”

“No way,” Prompto responded glumly. “She was just being nice. Someone like her…I don’t know. I could just tell that she was a good person, you know? But she probably just saw me as just another customer.”

The others exchanged a look and dropped the subject.

It was a while until the next time the guys returned to Altissia. The first time they returned, Prompto made it a point to visit Artemisia at the flower shop. They chatted for a while, and she showed him some different flowers from other neighbouring regions. Prompto was listening, he really was, but he couldn’t stop looking at Artemisia’s face. She noticed a few times and blushed before refocusing on the flora.

The group came to visit Altissa pretty frequently after that. Prompto came to visit Artemisia every time, and they started to get to know one another pretty well. Artemisia was shy, but Prompto’s enthusiasm for everything around him and his warm, welcoming nature made it easy to open up. The first time he got her to laugh, his heart swelled with pride. He told himself to make her laugh more often, because the musical lilt of it was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard.

“He’s got it bad,” Noctis remarked from where he, Ignis and Gladio stood in the plaza just outside the shop. They could see them inside, Prompto talking animatedly and Artemisia maintaining that bright smile with her hands clasped together in front of her apron.

“Do you think he’s going to make a move?” Glad questioned, scratching at his beard.

“Prompto may be a natural flirt, but unfortunately we know that tact is not his forte,” Ignis replied, shifting his weight as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I suggest we devise a plan.”

“We gonna play Cupid?” Gladio teased.

“It’s clear to anyone observing the two of them that they are infatuated with one another,” Ignis replied cooly. “Well, that is, clear to anyone except to each other, as it were. We may have to set up something for the two of them without letting the other know.” Then, the three friends came up with a strategy.

“I’ll deal with Prompto,” Noctis agreed. “You guys wanna handle talking to Artemisia?”

“Done and done,” Gladio gave a thumbs up.

The next day, it had all been arranged. Noctis stole Prompto for the day, and Ignis and Gladio beelined for the flower shop.

When the bell rang overhead, Artemisia turned, half expecting to see Prompto at the doorway. Instead she saw his two friends, the taller, thin one and the giant covered in tattoos. She looked at them curiously.

“Hi boys,” she greeted. “What can I help you with?”

“Hello, Miss Artemisia,” Ignis replied politely. “We wanted to come see you in regards to Prompto.”

Her expression faltered. “Is he alright?”

“Oh, he’s fine,” Gladio replied. “Never better.”

“He’s asked us to relay a message,” Ignis said. “He wanted you to meet him at the restaurant on the second floor of the plaza, the one that overlooks the canal tonight. Will you be able to attend?”

Artemisia’s face flushed, but she tried to keep her composure. “Um, y-yes. Sure.”

“Perfect,” Ignis smiled. “We shall pass along the message. Have a good day.” They turned and exited the store.

“That was easy,” Gladio remarked as they made their way down the street. “Wonder if Noct is having much trouble.”

She wants to meet with me at the restaurant tonight?” Prompto asked incredulously. “When did she tell you this?”

“Look,” Noctis groaned, running a hand over his face. “Just go tonight, alright? That’s a royal order.”

Prompto held his hands up defensively. “Alright dude. Twisting my arm here.”

At nightfall, Artemisia closed up the shop and changed out of her uniform. She hadn’t been expecting to be asked out to dinner, and she didn’t have enough time to run home and change. She wore a casual day dress, simple and light blue, with capped sleeves and a scoop neck that fell just above her knees. She glanced at her reflection in the window as she left, and sighed. She took her hair out of her bun and it fell in long, dark waves down her back, hoping that she didn’t look like too much of a mess.

When she got to the restaurant upstairs, Prompto wasn’t there yet. She decided to take a minute to compose herself, leaning against the railing of the balcony that overlooked the port of Altissia. The breeze felt nice against her skin, cooling the heat that flushed in her cheeks.

“Wow,” she heard from behind her. She turned and saw Prompto, who looked absolutely stunned. “You look…beautiful.”

Artemisia blushed and looked down at her feet, her hair falling in front of her face. “Thank you,” she said, looking back up at him. He’d changed his shirt for something a little more formal, a dark red button up with a black collar and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. “You look quite handsome, yourself.”

“Aw,” he laughed nervously, scratching at the back of his head. “Ignis made me get this shirt. He said I needed to dress like an adult.”

Artemisia laughed at that, and they went and sat at a table that had been reserved for them. They ordered their meals and a glass of wine each, clinking their glasses together and taking a sip.

“I was surprised when Noctis told me that you wanted to meet me here tonight,” Prompto admitted. “Can’t say I saw that one coming.”

Artemisia regarded him curiously. “That’s odd. Ignis and Gladiolus told me that it was you who wanted to met me here tonight.”

Prompto cocked his head to the side, realizing they’d both been set up. He looked around for any sign of his friends, but didn’t see anyone nearby.

“Well,” he shrugged with a smile. “I’m glad they tricked us, then. Because now I get to have dinner with the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met.”

Artemisia felt heat rush to her cheeks and blamed it on the wine, smiling into her glass. Dinner was easy, and conversation came naturally. Prompto had never felt more comfortable with someone in his entire life, especially a girl, and Artemisia found herself laughing more than she ever had before.

When dinner came to an end, Prompto offered to continue their evening by going for a walk around the city. Artemisia accepted his invitation and he offered her his arm. She looped her arm through his, her hand coming to rest on his bicep, and they walked together through Altissia’s cobblestone streets.

The string lights that wove overhead mimicked the stars in the night sky, the yellow glow making Prompto’s hair seem even more golden. He led Artemisia further up until they were at the highest overlook, one where they were able to see the entire city and even further beyond.

“It’s beautiful here, it’s it?” Artemisia sighed, leaning against the railing. She turned to Prompto to see if he was admiring the view, but instead she found that he was looking right at her. She shifted under the heat of his gaze and felt him take a step closer.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, his voice carrying a slight tremble.

“Please,” she replied, barely above a whisper. He placed one hand on her waist and the other along her cheek and closed the distance between them. Hesitantly, he pressed his lips against hers, so soft and so gentle that it was barely there, almost as if he was still asking for her permission.

She tilted her head and leaned into him, pressing a little more. His lips moved against hers and she brought her arms up to loop around his neck as both of his came down to pull her flush against him. They pulled away briefly, and Prompto placed a few soft butterfly kisses on her mouth and cheek, earning a giggle when he pulled away.

“I had a lot of fun with you tonight,” he said, playing with a strand of her hair. “I was wondering if we could do this again? Hopefully sometime soon?”

Artemisia bit her lip and nodded. “I’d like that.”

Prompto smiled so wide that his cheeks hurt and leaned in for another kiss.

Off to the side, ducked behind a stone wall, Noctis, Ignis and Gladio exchanged high-fives.

“That was easy,” Noctis noted, pretending to dust off his hands.

“I daresay we have a knack for matchmaking,” Ignis agreed. “Though I must admit, those two were a rather easy sell. Barely any resistance from either party. It took me longer to convince Prompto to purchase new garments for this date, if I’m honest.”

Gladio snorted. “Come on,” he led his other friends away. “Let’s give them some privacy.”

The Acreage

trudyrox submitted:

This story happened at my ex husband’s mother’s old house.  They lived on an acreage just outside Calgary, AB, Canada in a huge, beautiful house with a big, but dark basement.  When my son was a baby, we lived in the house in the basement for roughly 8 months.  There was a living room with an alcove off to the side with an open arch instead of a doorway and that’s where our bed was located.  Weird things would happen like you’d be sitting upstairs and you’d hear the carpeted stairs creaking like someone was walking up them towards you, but when you looked, there’d be nothing there.  There was a mirrored two door closet at the bottom of the stairs that I hated and creeped me out.  All the mirrors downstairs did.  My husband’s brother and mother both felt the place was haunted, too.

I had a terrible time sleeping there.  My son had a lot of toys that made noise including a Sleep n Snore Ernie doll that would make noise when you moved it.  Ernie would say “I feel great!” when you sat him up.  For some reason I always preferred to sleep on the couch in front of the tv instead of the bed.  But as soon as I’d start drifting off, one of the toys would make noise.  I was starting to fall asleep late one night and I heard, “I feel great!” and I thought, “It’s just the toys settling in the playpen”.  As soon as I thought that, Ernie said “I feel great!  I feel great!  I feel great!“  three times really fast.  I put that thing out in the garage, but other toys would make noise after that.  It felt like whatever it was, it didn’t like me and got a big kick out of freaking me out and tried to keep me from sleeping.  I was glad when we moved out of there.

Fast forward about nine years when the subject of ghosts came up between my son and I.  He asked me if I ever felt any place was haunted.  By this time, his grandma had sold the house and neither of us ever had to go back, so I said, "I think your grandma’s old house was haunted."  My son said he hated the basement.  I said I did, too and told him a little bit about the toys making noise and how I had a hard time sleeping there.  After the divorce, when my son used to visit his grandma, he would sleep in the basement living room on the pullout couch.  He said one morning he was watching tv and out of the corner of his eye in his peripheral vision, he saw a tall, thin woman with long black hair, wearing a long, black dress peek out from around the corner at him from the alcove where our bed used to be years before.  When he turned his head to look in that direction, nothing was there.  Another morning, his grandma yelled down that breakfast was ready and as he was walking down the hallway from the basement living room towards the stairs and the mirrored closet, he looked up and saw the same woman who had peeked out at him, walking behind him in the mirror.  He took off and booked it up the stairs, totally frightened.

He mentioned having a really bad nightmare about dead deer in the water near the property.  The house was only part way up the hill and there was a heavily wooded area on a hill behind the house, but nobody had ever explored it.  That triggered a memory for me because when I did manage to get a little sleep there, I would have the most vivid and terrifying nightmares.  So much so, that I started keeping a dream diary, they were so detailed.  I would wake up terrified and start writing and have four pages of a very detailed nightmare, then would realize I had only been asleep for two hours or so.  Strangely, as big and beautiful as the house was and in Calgary when the market was hot, the house was on the market for almost a year when my mother in law had gotten a very good deal on it.  When she put it back on the market, it sat again for almost a year before someone bought it.

FuckYeahNightmares Mod James: 7/10  Oohh that part about the mirror was really really spooky!  I probably mentioned this before but mirror’s get me the most.  Thanks for sharing the scares!

Girl meets Evil

Genre: Forgive me for I have sinned (SMUT) [Biting; Degradation; Dubious Consent]   

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader 

Word Count: 1500ish  

Note: This crept into my mind when I was listening to boy meets evil on repeat and obviously I had to write it out :) 

This also dedicated to my loving wife, my best friend and the love of my life @ikonicfangirl

I’m sorry I ended up writing such filthy smut about your sunshine but I hope you like it <3 I love you to infinity and beyond because you’re the best thing that ever happened to me

You’re my sun and stars and I don’t know what I’d do without you <3

“Hoseok you can’t keep coming here” You exasperated, standing in the arch of your doorway as your ex showed up at your door like clockwork.

Each night since your break up, he showed up at your door drunk out of his mind, begging you to take him back. It had been a week and so far you were holding strong. 

But each night you found your steel walls breaking bit-by-bit. You were determined not to let him back in…. or so you thought.  

“Y/N-ah…. Let me come in at least…” He spoke in a slurred voice, a voice you recognized far too well for your own good.

“Hoseok, you should go back home…You don’t know what you’re doing, you’re drunk…” You cooed, pushing the man out of the archway and into the corridor outside.

You were so determined to not let him in again, all of your instincts screaming at you to save yourself from the sin that was Jung Hoseok.

Losing his patience Hoseok finally decided to drop his game, not being able to stay away from you any longer he decided to take you back tonight.

Who said I was drunk!” He whispered in your ear with a clear voice that showed no signs of the previous slurring. He pushed you back into your apartment, locking the door behind him as he walked closer towards you, your body moving backwards until it hit the wall.

“I thought that maybe if I showed up drunk, you’d take pity on me and let me in. Guess you were trying to be a smart girl..” He spoke before crashing his lips on yours in a frenzy, his hands grasping around your neck and waist as he pulled you in closer while your hands pushed at his chest, trying hard to break away from the man’s addictive touch.

“Your lips are so sweet baby girl” He whispered before reattaching his lips to yours, not wanting to let you escape him again.

You didn’t want this, you didn’t want him…but then why was he so hard for you to resist?

“Hoseok… No… I don’t want this” You feebly voiced your protest as he broke free from your lips to take your shirt off but your hands pressed down, preventing him from doing so.

He refused to listen to your protests, at this point he didn’t care that you didn’t want it. 

He wanted it, he wanted you and tonight he was going to bring you crumbling down and back to him. 

He brought your lips back onto his as his hands easily tore your shirt which was now nothing but shreds of cloth on the floor.

You wanted to stop him, you wanted to break free from him but his actions was nothing but a horn calling upon your hell, your blissful hell.

His hands move to his own shirt that he unbuttoned and threw on the floor. He massaged your clothed breasts, his hands eliciting moans and whimpers from you that made him smile coyly as he took your bra off, taking one your nipples in his mouth while his fingers toyed with the other.

“You seem to be enjoying it a lot for someone who had been saying no for so long” He chuckled as he began moving his fingers down to your pussy.

He began rubbing it through your clothes that made your bring your hands to entwine in his deep orange hair. His fingers knowing each and every part of you, especially your sweet spots, which he worked so skillfully only to increase your desperation for him.

You knew you shouldn’t be enjoying it, all you had wanted was to be freed of this sin but now… you can’t give up forgetting it.

“Ho—Hoseok…” You whimpered his name, his touch over your body rendering your brain incapable of functioning anymore. All you could think about was this man in front of you.

All you could think about was the sin named Jung Hoseok.

“That’s right baby girl, my name sounds so fucking good coming out of your pretty little mouth” He looked up at you before sliding your shorts and underwear down to your ankles. He hoisted one of your legs over his shoulder as he hungrily licked you all over.

“Fuck Hobi—“You moaned out as you grabbed his hair harshly, not to pull him away from you but to push him in even further.

“Ah shit you taste so fucking sweet—“ He spoke out, sliding two of his fingers into you with ease, your juices dripping down onto the floor, staining it with your arousal as he took your clit in his mouth.

Why was your body reacting like this?

Why was your body behaving as if it had been hungrily waiting for him all along, for him to come and devour you, to strip you down to the core only to piece you back together bit-by-bit.

Your body that could be satisfied by no one other than him.

“Hoseok—“You stuttered out his name, reaching closer and closer to your release.

“Fucking hell Y/N-ah, I’m addicted to your sweetness… come for me baby girl, come all over my fucking face!!” And with that you found each and every action, every decision you had made in the past going down the drain.

It was so bad, so wrong but it was too sweet for you to resist. You pulled his hair as you came all over his face, glistening his face with the sheen of your juices as you collapsed on the couch, your body trembling from the pleasure and desperately trying to catch your breath.

“Ah, ah, ah.. We’re not even close to being done yet baby” He spoke softly as he hoisted you on his shoulder, your voice stuck in your throat rendering you incapable of arguing against it, he walked to your bedroom and threw you onto the bed.

He knew each and every bit of your room, your room that he had spent so many sleepless nights worshipping and ravishing your body in countless ways. He took out the rope from your bedside drawer to tie you up, you cursed yourself for not taking his toys out but at the same time your body dripped with excitement as it anticipated his touch.

He pinned your hands above your head as he tied them to your bed, leaving you absolutely at his mercy and truly, your body wouldn’t ever want to be elsewhere.

“Your voice seems to lie so much but your body….” He spoke as he traced his fingers over your naked figure

It tells me the truth” And with that he took his pants and boxers off. He aligned the tip or his erect cock with your dripping core that throbbed and ached for him.

Your mind screamed ‘No!’…. you wanted him to stop, to leave and to forget all of this but then why couldn’t you get yourself to say it?

He pushed himself inside of you, your back arching from the pleasure of having him filling you up entirely after so long. His hands moved to your hips to grab it as he thrusted into you with speed, not finding it in him to slowly ease you into it. Your nails digging into the palm of your own hand hard enough that you felt your blood flowing out.

You should’ve stopped it but you didn’t want to let go of his touch, the touch of evil.

Fucking hell yes…. Yes Hobi—“You yelled out from ecstasy, your mind incapable of further opposing your body’s needs, desires and cravings. You couldn’t stop yourself anymore, his touch far too addictive for you to resist, the devil that was now holding you in his clutches was never going to let you go again and you were left with no option other than to succumb to his will.

“You’re so fucking hungry for cock aren’t you baby girl” He snickered as he moved his mouth up to suckle on your breasts as his hips thrust harder and deeper into you.

“Yes!!Yes!!Fuck yes—Hobi….I’m a fucking slut for it” You yelled out in acceptance, his degradation making your release that much closer and better for you. Your hips began moving out of your own accord to match his pace, increasing your pleasure and making it infinitely times better.

Fuck, Baby girl…. your pussy is so fucking tight!” He exclaimed as he found himself reaching closer to his orgasm. He expertly moved his fingers to your clit that he rubbed with endless fervor as he wanted to make you come before he did.

Won’t my bitch come for me?” He whispered into your ear before biting down on your neck, marking you as his, to serve as a permanent reminder you of who you have and always will belong to. You felt the painful ecstasy coursing all through your body at his actions, pushing you over the limit and hitting you with euphoria as you came all over his dick.

He could feel you clenching around his dick, the feeling driving him to his own orgasm as he released all of his white hot liquid into you, filling the deepest parts of you with him.

After riding out your high with his he pulled himself out of you, you could feel his come slowly dripping out of you and onto the bed as you lay there trying to slow your unbelievably fast heartbeat. 

But you knew this was only the beginning of a very long night for you.

You knew that you were back where you had had left things off, your future undeniably abandoned for your love for him. 

Your love that was only another name for evil.

‘Too bad… but it’s too sweet…’


Written By: Admin Sangria for her loving wife Admin Midnight <3 

(I know you don’t like smut but I couldn’t help myself sweetheart) 

Dragon!Hanzo x Reader- A Gentle Soul

A/N: Well you see, the thing is, I wanted to write a little thing for Dragon!Hanzo because @luvleekaotix-imagines made a thing and I was inspired to make one too? But I got a little carried away and I tried to keep it serious but it hopefully isn’t too dull. Cursed Dragon!Hanzo is really interesting.

And I imagined him as a large dragon, or at least an intimidating one, but I didn’t go into detail on his design because I wanted you all to imagine what you think he’d look like as a full dragon! 

Because it got so insanely long (not the longest I’ve written, but certainly longer than what I was initially planning, I put it under a readmore. Thank you!

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The Cuckoo Bird: A “Shatter Me” Fanfiction

Summary: Warner and Juliette are starting to put the world back together, piece by piece, and while preparing for a celebration, Juliette decides to wear something special to surprise him.

Ship: Warnette

Rating: T

Word Count: 2,617

A/N: This fic takes place after the Shatter Me series, so if you haven’t read it all the way through, I would avoid this.

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