if i continue to torture myself like this

Missed You

Harry’s lap was vacant and I couldn’t find a more suitable seat. It didn’t happen often anymore—us sitting together, or rather me sitting on top of the man. As a second priority under work, I had no room in my schedule for him. However, when we did converse, it involved sluggish caresses and pouty red lips, both which I adored. He was neither tired, or fatigued so I took up both roles.

It was book: I would remove my jacket, let it cling on a hook, and mumble a quick ‘hello’ before wandering to my study where I’d bury myself in piles of works. Right now, I wanted nothing more than to drown myself in his scent. With a careless toss of my outer layer, I crawled into the living room.

“Hi,” Harry said automatically. “How was your day?” His expectation was a blasé mutter and a grumpy shrug, and somewhere along the third week, he’s refused to even raise his head to look at me. He didn’t expect my shadow towering over him, and he definitely didn’t expect my crashing figure on top of him.

“What—!” he grunted when I let my body free fall onto him. Harry’s response was hesitant, and after he’d tenderly tucked my head into his neck, he peered around curiously at my face. His nose briefly brushed against mine.

“You alright?” he inquired and the concern in his voice dripped onto my face. My lids fluttered closed, enjoying the way his voice rumbled and vibrated against my ear. A dazed smile spread across my face and I probably looked crazy but I didn’t care even the slightest bit.

I licked my lips.

“I just wanna feel you,” I said innocently as I picked my head up and my arms went around his neck. I smashed our cheeks together and held him tightly. “Missed you.”

“I’ve got a koala for a girlfriend,” Harry snickered.

“You need to shave. I missed you,” I repeated, quieter this time.

“Yeah?” he smiled delightfully, orbs glistening with fond as I knuckled at my eyes. They were bloodshot, I knew. I nodded and released him from my hold, keeping a steady elbow on him as I continued to vigorously rub my eyes until her caught my wrists and brought them down with a soft, but firm, tug. “Gonna pop those bad guys right out if you keep that up, flower,” he advised me as if I were a child.

I liked feeling like a child with him.

Then, Harry properly looked at me with clear eyes and a watering mouth as thrill shot through my spine and all my worries erased with a single of his arched brows. His eyes were kinder than usual and a beautiful shade of green plains. They weren’t tired, like I expected, but dulled down anyways from his work day. He blinked dolefully.

“Missed you too,” he breathed, winding his arms across my torso. His touches were tender. Tender was the only way I could accurately describe him.

My fingers clumsily pressed against him under eyes. They had darkened a couple shades and no matter how hard he slept, they were imprinted on his skin, just like I was. Leaning forward, I dragged my lips over the areas I touched. A laughter burst through Harry’s chest and my fingers tightened their hold on the hair along his nape.

His lashes were soft against the tip of my nose which almost made me sneeze, however I held my breath to savor the moment. When my lungs couldn’t burn and writhe any longer, my eyes watered and I dropped my head onto his clavicle as I sneezed into his shoulder.

It was second nature of his to cradle my head whenever it rested on any part of his body and secretly, I loved it. I cherished it but never told him in fear he’d timidly refrain from doing it again.

“I’d say bless you,” he said as he scrunched his nose. “But I’m afraid you’ll sneeze again, closer to my face.”

“I don’t have sleeves,” I groused with a frown on my face. “Besides, is that a couple milestone? Sharing germs? Getting each other sick?” I smiled sweetly at him as I laid my head onto his shoulder, waiting for his fingers to slide into my hair. When they did, I swallowed a content hum. He continued his torture by scratching at my scalp and I gulped, forcing myself to incarcerate another muffled sound of approval.

Harry didn’t reply. Two minutes passed and he remained stoic expect for his hand that worked in my hair. The television didn’t cease its background noises behind me so I opened my mouth to question his motives, or perhaps apologize. Apologize for what, I didn’t know, but coming home unreasonably late was a good start.

“Hey—”

“Stay quiet,” he almost whimpered as, I suspected, his eyes fell closed and breathing evened. His voice was suddenly garbled a giant my shoulder as he held me like a flimsy doll to him chest. A couple deeper breaths filled the air as he thoroughly inhaled my scent and my own lids dropped to a half open state. I refused to remain quiet during times like these, yet I couldn’t bear to ruin this moment. Eventually, his hands started gingerly rubbing my back and I caved heavily and instantly. He was the first to speak, tapping my thigh twice as a signal to display my face.

His eyes were filled with my universe. I counted the stars with awe as he spoke.

“I’m in the mood for cupcakes,” he lazily grinned, a childish and cherubic expression on his face. How much I loved that face.

I recovered. I stood up and unbuttoned my jeans, feverish at his stare, ready to fulfill his wish.

No Control | Chapter Thirty-Six

Summary: 

Micky Bennett: college student, loyal friend, aspiring nurse, One Direction fan, Harry Styles enthusiast. Her best friend, Trevor, wins tickets to a show in New Jersey with meet and greet passes. Micky expects a quick photo op with the boys and a great night at the concert with her best friend. What she gets a whole lot more than she bargained for.

To read previous chapters, you can go here. 

*Please feel free to reblog and send feedback. It’s much appreciated :)*

*Gif is not mine.*

WARNING: Smut Ahead, Daddy Kink

THIRTY-SIX

I don’t hear from Harry again aside from a few texts until Wednesday. I have the day off, as usual, so I’ve taken the time to do some cleaning around the apartment. There’s a large pile of laundry in my room that’s been neglected, so I set to work on that as I’m brewing up some tea after I wake up. As I finish tossing the first load into the wash, I get a text from Harry, asking me if I’m free. He’s three hours ahead, so it’s already a little after noon there, and I wonder if he hasn’t gotten any meetings now.

I tell him I’m free and he immediately FaceTimes me. I know I look a bit of a mess having only woken half an hour earlier, only in my pyjamas, hair up in a messy bun, no makeup on, but I really couldn’t care less. I’m just excited to see his face pop up on my screen, looking a bit tired, but otherwise good, a wide smile on his face. 

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Pairing: Fíli x Sigrid + Reader

Characters: Fíli, Sigrid, Kili, the Company

Warnings: Angst, Heartbreak

Word Count: 1, 750 (Woah! I might have overdone this one…)

Note: I have nothing against Sigrid, just thought she’d be good for the story.

Links: Part 1 Part 2 

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Jovially, royals and guests from across Arda, had gathered into the Great Dining Hall. They had all been spread out through the entire hall; many dwarves drank their mead while guffawing at silly tales and stories. Beside them, their Ones, gossiped, also laughing merrily. Despite of the fact of being hardworking, dwarves loved to gather to tell stories after a drink or two and roar in laughter, even if it were for no special occasion. But this evening it was different. This evening there were two occasions as to why everyone was so content.

The first and most important event was that Erebor had been finally reclaimed and restored to its glorious peace. Thorin was crowned King Under The Mountain, right after the defeat of Azog the Defiler and the rest of the Company had a place to call home.

The second reason as to why there was such a grand celebration was because Fíli was married to his beloved wife, Sigrid, daughter of Bard. The guests that had arrived, had also brought with them lavish and magnificent gifts from their lands for the happy couple. Along with these gifts, they had also brought their cheerfulness. 

Of course, everyone was happy that day. It was a celebration, hence the name of it. But I was not…or at least, I forced myself to be. How selfish that must sound, right? 

However, I had a truly painful reason not to be. Content that is. And it was quite difficult to think of it without it bringing tears to my eyes. It had to do with the dwarven prince. The one who was married.

As I thought of him, my eyes wandered over to the dais where the royal family and their friends were dining. Fíli had sat beside Thorin’s right and holding his big calloused hand was Sigrid. She was pretty and in her white wedding dress, she looked even prettier. Her rich, dark hair had been curled up and a beautiful braid was very much evident, as it had been purposefully tucked behind her ear. Her skin seemed as pure as the first thick blanket of snow while her emerald eyes gleamed with joy.

I watch the pair of them as Fíli leans over to whisper something in her ear which earns a soft laughter from Sigrid, rendering Fíli’s features to be graced with a handsome smile. Even her laugh was lovely. I thought to myself before I stared down at my plate, sighing sadly.

“It is an insult to have to sit below a human.” A dwarrowdam hissed behind me. Slightly, I turn my head to see her speaking with her friend as they, both, cast they’re eyes to Sigrid like I had done a few moments ago.

“We cannot complain, Freida.” The other replied bitterly. “She is married to the prince, in time, she’ll become the Queen.”

‘She’ll become the Queen…’ I repeated those words in my mind, like a mantra as if I wanted to continuously torture myself. To torture myself for having so foolishly fallen in love with the dwarf prince since the beginning of the quest.  And it was not only because of his aggravatingly handsome features, which he had Mahal to thank for, but of his personality as well. Of his sharp intellect and wit. Of his kind, loving and protective nature. Of his loyalty and good judgement.

I had tried to keep my distance from Fíli during the journey so that we would all focus on what was more important than my measly love interest. Yes, we talked and sparred together many times but I was keeping my feelings hidden from him. I had decided upon letting him know of what I felt for him after the reclaim of Erebor, but it seemed I was too late. Fíli, my sweet, darling dwarf, had fallen in love. And it was not with me. 

I was truly happy for him but in my mind, I continuously cursed that one day when I lay in tears on my aunt’s lap and she reassured me, “You will have love, sweetheart. He will come, your prince will come. You simply must be willing to open your heart and let him in. Let him love you.”

Well, apparently, I had opened my heart, my feelings, and my emotions and I regretted more than ever. Because like my previous aching heartbreaks, the dwarf prince was never going to love me. Looking over at the royal table, I decided upon something that I would most definitely regret later on. But it was too late as I had reluctantly begun to walk over to the royal table.

The Company turned their attention to me as I ascended the steps, slowly. I fold my trembling hands tightly together and with a shaky voice - trying not to cry - I whisper, “Kili, may I please speak with you?”

The dark-haired dwarf’s orbs bore into my own as he snaps out of his daze. “Sure, sure, of course. Let’s head out to the hallways where it would be more quiet and less overwhelming.”

I nod as I wait for him to come around the table and join me out at the hallways. As I wait, uneasily I decide to cast my eyes one last time to Fíli, who surprisingly I caught to have been looking at me with an expression I could not pinpoint. His blue eyes resembled the colours of the ocean, shimmering and crashing beneath the sunset. Looking into his eyes was not only hypnotizing but it seemed as if though I was staring at a fragile piece of turquoise glass, which laid in the sand, glistening in the bright sunlight.

I offer him a final smile and turn to Kili, who lightly grabbed my elbow and led me out of the Great Dining Hall. At the entrance, we stopped and his eyes were laced with concern and confusion. I could not hold it back anymore so, I let the tears cloud my vision as they quickly trickled down my cheeks. From one than it continued like an endless waterfall.

Alarmed, Kili widened his eyes and took a hold of my hands, “What’s happened, (Y/N)? Why are you crying? Should I be going to get my bow and arrows?”

I laugh through my tears as Kili lightens the tension and mood. The young dwarf smiles and brings his thumbs, wiping my tears away. “No, Kili. I don’t think this time would be a wise choice.”

“Then, perhaps not,” he agrees. “But tell me what is bothering you?”

I sigh and momentarily shut my eyes before finding the courage to tell him. “I am going to leave Erebor. After all, this marks the end of my adventure.”

“What?” Kili says as his eyebrows instantly knit in confusion. “Why? Please, do not do this (Y/N) or at least rethink it. Listen to me, if this is about the time uncle said those terrible things to you, you must know that he was - ”

“No, Kili, this has nothing to do with Thorin.” I reply, swallowing uneasily. There was an uncomfortable few minutes of silence and when I lower my head, Kili gasps, comprehending the sudden meaning of my answer. “(Y/N),” He whispers but I shake my head, not wanting him to say anything about it.

“Please, do not make this any more harder than it already is.” I plead as I reach from under my sleeve, producing a stone with a dwarvish engraving that said kidhuzel, which meant ‘gold of all gold’. That was the first and only word that I learned in Khuzdul. It was a word that Fíli had taught me and he made me promise to remember it while thinking of him.

“Please, return this to your brother. Not today. I don’t want him to think of this on his happy day. Maybe when you deem it to be right.” I say, placing the stone on his the palm of his hand as Kili ran his index finger over it. “Gold of all gold. He read and I squeeze my eyes shut, forcefully pushing my tears back.

“Wouldn’t he want you to keep this?”

“Yes, he would.” I reply, breathlessly. “But every time I look at it, it makes me tear up.” He nods understanding and looks back to me. “Kili tell him I will forever remember and keep the promise. Tell him I loved him even if he might not have loved me in return.”

Fresh tears began to sting my face and the sadness I felt seemed to float  through the atmosphere. “Let him know that I thank him. For making me believe in love…again. Even if he did not feel it, it was quite real for me.”

Kili nodded once more and reached to embrace me. I wrap my arms around him and rest my head upon his shoulder. For a while, we remained like that, in a comforting silence as he soothed me by rubbing circles on my back. I sniffle and let him go. “And I thank you for all those silly stories and pranks that seemed to aid me from my worrying and overthinking. You are a good friend, Kili.”

“Nonsense, you do not need to thank me, lass. I had known from the start, you’d helplessly fall for my charming personality.” He replies, winking mischievously as he did so, rendering me to laugh wholeheartedly.

“Well, I will miss you, my charming dwarf.” I say, placing my hand on his shoulder.

“As I, you, my little Thumbelina.” He replies, using the nickname from the stories I had told the Company and implying that I was short for a human. Sighing yet smiling to him, I turn to take my leave at the Southern Gates, not believing this was truly how it was to end. I had dreamed of it to be much more differently…and happier.

“Oh and Kili,” I call to him before he’d enter the Great Dining Hall. He turns and regards me with a curious expression. “After tea with Bilbo, you are welcome to come to my house for dinner.”

He smiles widely and bows, “I’d be honoured, lass. And so would the Company.”

I watch him till he retreats back into the hall, I walk away slowly, each footstep resonating in my head as I thought of the reoccurring memories of the journey I had taken apart in. My tears, once again, cloud my vision and this time, I let my sadness engulf me while I head out to the Gates.

Me: I’m not going to write smut after this Scorpion episode.  I’m uncomfortable writing it anyway.

Paige: I know you didn’t do it just to see me naked, *drops voice* but you’re gonna get to anyway.

Me: Nope, not doing it. *starts giffing*

iPod: *starts playing Katy Perry’s Bon Appetit*

Me: ♫ lord show me how to say no to this… ♫

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This is probably only interesting to like 3 people besides myself, but I love watching the progression of Crowley’s facial expressions while Abaddon is torturing Gavin. At first, he’s still feigning apathy, pretending to her and himself that he still loathes the kid to the point of not caring what happens to him. But as the torture continues, and worsens, his facade cracks, and we see him stare into the reality of his own human emotions. He doesn’t want them, but he’s learning the hard way just how powerful they can be–even when it goes against your own instinct for self-preservation, which until this point has been Crowley’s strongest suit.

My Type of Gal (Ethan x Reader)

Summary: You’re a worker at McDonald’s and one day you get a visit from Ethan.
Word Count: 1,367
Warnings: None.
A/N: I’m gonna be gone for most of the day, so this is just a little something for you guys to read before I get back and start writing on part 2 of Faking It. Enjoy xx


My hair was greasy and the white, uniform shirt I was wearing felt disgusting against my sweaty skin, but I pushed myself to continue my six hour shift because I needed to pay rent and it was either working in a fast-food restaurant or live on the streets. And with me being stubborn and all, trying to prove my mum and dad that I could do it on my own without their help, I chose to torture myself with the worlds most exhausting job.

I had been working for five hours now, and I got my co-worker Phil to switch with me so he could cook the burgers while I stood behind the counter, serving hungry people at 11p.m. I probably looked like shit because I surely felt like it; my hair was up in a ponytail and I knew it was greasy and I probably smelled like burgers too. Which, for a food lover probably would be appealing but yes, looking on the realistic side I was chasing every cute boy away who ordered.

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“What if........”

This is my entry for this weeks choice creates. 

Authors notes: I like torturing myself, hence the sad story but it has a happy ending. I’m really bad at writing but it brings me solace so I will continue to do so. Any tips or notes would be helpful. Sorry if this seems OOC, it wasn’t my intention but i feel like it came out that way. Anyways, enjoy and don’t hate me.

Pairing: Liam x MC (Scarlet)


The return to New York was dreadful, after losing to Olivia, I couldn’t bear to stay in Cordonia a minute longer. I remember the day clearly in my mind.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, may I please have your attention?” Liam’s voice rung out as he clinked a fork on his champagne flute, I made my way towards Maxwell and grabbed his arm for support, possibly digging my nails slightly too hard into his flesh “It’s been a hectic few weeks to say the least, but I have made my decision. I have decided that my future wife and the next Queen of Cordonia will be Olivia Vanderwall Nerakris, Duchess of Lythikos”

“Scarlet?” I heard Maxwell's voice ask

“Get me out of here Maxwell” I said quietly, he hesitates “I mean it!” I raised my voice loud enough for him to hear but no one else.

That moment was absolutely soul crushing for me. How had I allowed myself to fall in love this man and his country? Why did I even let myself go to Cordonia in the first place? I knew I didn’t stand a chance of beating any of the nobles, and yet I let myself believe that I could possibly be Liam’s wife and the queen of Cordonia. Why did I have so be so naive?

“Scarlet, how are you feeling?”

“How do you think Maxwell? I’m sorry that I screwed this up for you and Bertrand, I know that you needed this more than me but I need you to get me a flight back to New York”

“Dont you worry about me and Bertrand, Little Blossom. We can take care of ourselves”

“I’m really going to miss you Maxwell, and Hana and Drake, hell i’ll even miss Bertrand but I need to leave tonight. I need to get out of here”

“Tonight? Really? Don’t you want to say goodbye?”

“No! I can’t look at Liam right now. I need to leave, I need to get as far away from Cordonia as possible”

“I’ll see what I can do” Maxwell replied sadly hanging his head and exiting my room.

Immediately I shut my door behind him, unable to help myself, I cried. I cried for my wasted time, I cried for the kingdom of Cordonia, I cried for me, but most of all I cried for Liam. I loved that man, fuck I’m still in love with that man and now I need to let him go.

With tears still streaming down my face, I grabbed my suitcase and flung all of the stuff I came with. I left behind anything that could possibly remind me of Cordonia, my dresses, my horse, my heart.

“Scarlet! Open up!” I heard Liam beg while pounding on my door.

“Please just go away, please just go away, please just go away” I whispered quietly hoping my prayers will be answered but they aren’t.

I turned away from my door as soon as I heard the door handle turn.

“You’re leaving?”

“Yep” I choked as I try not to cry “Olivia is going to be your wife. There’s nothing left for me here. I need to go” I grieved.

“Not your friends? Not even me?”

“I’m sorry Liam, but I can’t watch you marry Olivia. I just can’t okay. It hurts enough already” I bawled still not looking him in the eye.

“I never wanted this to happen. I never, ever wanted you to get hurt. Scarlet? Look at me? Please, I need you to look at me”

“I can’t Liam. If I look at your face once more, I’ll never leave. And I need to leave”

“Scarlet?” he stepped closer to me “look at me. Please, I beg of you. Just look at me” he pleaded, yet my gaze remained focused on the wall “Scarlet!” Liam shouted grabbing my face gently in his hands and made me look at him.

I broke down “Why Liam? Why did you choose Olivia?”

“It wasn’t my decision. It was the councils. I never wanted this. I just want you”

“But it’s too late. Olivia will be Cordonia’s next queen, and I’m going back to New York, back to my crappy job, and my crappy apartment, and my crappy, lonely life”

“What if I go with you? What if we get married? What if I get a job, we can live in New York, start a family, be together. It may not be a luxurious as this but as long as we are together, we’ll be happy”

“That’s too many what if’s Liam. You are the King that Cordonia needs and I’m not going to be the girl who gets in your way”

“But I need you!”

“I need you too Liam but I can’t stay here. Not if I can’t be with you, and you belong here” I croaked.

Liam opened his mouth to speak “Please Liam, it’s hard enough already. Just come here and hug me already” I practically whispered but he still heard me and wrapped his arms around me tightly.

“I just don’t want to let you go”

“You will have to at some point, but for now, don’t” I looked up into his eyes once more and gave him a kiss “Remember me fondly Liam, remember that I love you, and I will always love you” I breathed while I stroked his cheek with my right hand before we leaned our foreheads together.

“I will never forget you, the way you make me feel, the way you look at me, the way you feel against me, the sweet sound of your voice, your beautiful mind, your gorgeous face. I won’t forget any of that because Scarlet Grace McBride, I’m hopelessly, incandescently and passionately in love with you”

I planted a final kiss on his lips before I grabbed my suitcase and exited the room in tears.

I sat away from everyone on the private plane back and just sob over Liam.

I’ve been back for over a month now and not much has changed. I was lucky to get my old job back, the possibility of me being queen and the fact that I had met Liam there had sparked some interest in the bar so my boss intended to make money off of me and my broken heart, I needed the job so I couldn’t refuse.

I fake a smile to the customer sitting at the bar before going to the person that had just been served.

“Hi, I’m Scarlet. I’ll be your server today, can I get you something?” I ask not looking up from notepad.

“How about your hand in marriage?” I hear a familiar voice say. The friendly voice that shakes me to my entire core.

“Liam……………. What are you doing here? What about the crown and Olivia and your parents?”

“What if I don’t want to be King without you by my side?” Is the last thing he says before my lips come crushing down onto his.

At War With Myself

“At War With Myself”

Have you ever felt like the walls are closing in
And that narrow passageway continues to grow thin?
I can feel these walls pushing, choking my veins
And squeezing out the life in me leaving me insane

I can make these walls crumble like an empire
That has been set ablazed through flare and fire
And every cut I make, I can see a demon
Fly out of my veins the more the cut is deepened

These four walls, four corners, and a floor
Captivate all I see and still furthermore
I am my own victim to my skin
When everything burns; my torture lies within

I can take myself and from the start
I could break myself and fall apart
Then I rebuild sometimes again and again
This process seems to have no end

Because I am my own victim to myself
I alone am to blame and no one else
Problems don’t exist except the ones I create
Torturing me endlessly but still at any rate

With myself I am always in constant battle
My emotions they shake, wiggle, and rattle
My bones, my body, my heart may be pure
But my mind in my head is itching for a cure

My theories, my views, my convictions
My notions, my feelings, my addictions
Everything I learn; everything I see
I am the only one who can destroy me

My hopes, my dreams, my beliefs
My sins, my woes, my grief
Everything I know; everything I believe
I am the only one who can destroy me

Electric Feel

Suho X Reader
Word Count: 2277
Rated: Smut, smut, smut. Holy hell.

Originally posted by qrishan

You put the finishing touches on your deep red lipstick, smacking your lips once for good measure. In the mirror you rotated, admiring the tight black dress adorning your body. Turning around completely you faced your boyfriend who was laid out on the bed watching you. “Well,” you started, raising your arms up to gesture at your body before dropping them to your side. “How do I look?” He heaved himself into an upright position, placing a pillow on his lap before resting his arms on top. He looked you up and down, analyzing everything on your body. You stood there for what felt like hours as his eyes swept back up your body. Everyone who has brown eyes dislikes them, but you loved his. They were expressive, they reflected his strength and maturity as a person. When he was angry, they hardened into a sharp brown that glinted a warning. When he was feeling so much love he could barely contain it within himself, it bled into his eyes and they turned a molten brown that made your heart flutter.

As of now, they were blank.

“Suho?” You questioned lowly. You knew you looked damn fine but you wanted him to say it. You wanted him to acknowledge that his woman was absolutely stunning right now. After a few more moments with no response other than some leg movements and pillow readjustments on his part, you growled in annoyance. “Whatever.” You said, stomping to the door in your 5 inch heels, hips swaying with every step. You threw open the door and just as you were almost out of sight, he responded. “Babe.” He said quietly, and you huffed, hair fanning out around you as your head whipped to face him. “You look unbelievably sexy.” He said evenly, his eyes slightly hooded and little something in his eyes that usually got you going, but you didn’t notice in your annoyance. “I know.” You grumbled as you continued your march towards the door.

He watched you leave with heavy eyelids, his cock twitching as he followed a path from your silky hair down to your beautiful thighs, stopping to appreciate the curve of your ass and the sway of your hips as you stomped towards the door. He hadn’t meant to make you upset but you looked fucking phenomenal and it was all he could do not to hold you hostage in this room until his hunger for you and your body had been appeased. The pillow on his lap had concealed his arousal but the soft rub of the fabric against his scantily clothed cock made it even harder to control the urge to grab you and fuck you senseless.

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Yseult: Maybe a bit of torture, makes them taste better… It’s what I make these things for after all, no matter how strong they might get that’s all I’d ever really use them for, even if Morrigan were to continue more down the path I took.

Two heads may be better than one in most situations, but not in this one, two beings with insatiable hunger would just end up turning on and try to eat one another, and as much of a power boost devouring something more like myself might be, it would be such a pain in the ass.

So for now I’m just going to wait for her to come to me.



That runt of hers though… she might come in handy.

Torture

15. “You look at him/her the way I look at you.”
26. “You’re everything to me but I’m nothing to you.”

There’s frustration in Sehun’s eyes as he walks right behind you, watching you laugh with some other guy.

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Drown

Request made by Anonymous

Pairing: Lams

Wordcount: 1086

Warnings: None

Beta-ed by the lovely @smolchinerd!!!

A/N: Oml, lil beans, I cried while writing this. I hope you like it as much as I do! And if you do, please reblog! Enjoy! <3 


Alexander knew that it was going to happen at some point, but as he stares at the now empty room, he can’t help but close his eyes. Once. Twice. No, the room is still empty.

Empty.

All signal of John Laurens is gone. There are no paintings hanging from the walls, no clothes on the floor, no desk full of sketches, no balls of paper around the trash can, no stains of paint in the floor, no coffee mugs forgotten, or empty bags of chips and coke cans.

Nothing.

‘Breathe.’

The cold, vacant and now white walls -that were once a beautiful shade of blue- only reflect the evening light, highlighting the absence of the person who used to decorate them with beautiful drawn sea turtles, pictures and photos. All the furniture is the same color as the walls. The closet is empty too, the bed is done with -also white- blankets, and the window is wide open.

There is a white cat sitting on the window frame, looking at him with their big green eyes.

Alexander can feel their stare, and it gives him chills. So he keeps looking around the room, trying to ignore the furry animal, but the only thing that he finds is a handwritten letter. As he grabs the letter his eyes glaze over, and his hands start trembling.

The letter was wrote with John’s drawing pencil, and he know this because of how many times he has seen John using the pencil for his sketches, and the texture of it on the paper is now unmistakable under Hamilton’s eyes.

He unfolds the letter, and begins reading.

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She’s Got You (Part 2, Requested)

Remus Lupin x Reader (Sort of ), Remus Lupin x Nymphadora Tonks

Word Count:2509 // Rating: Mature

Warnings: Angst, Cheating, Mentions of Pregnancy, Drinking, Song Fic (Sorta)

Summary: Reader tries to come to terms with Remus being in a relationship

Note:This is a requested part 2 to she’s got you, struggled a bit with this so idk if it’s any good. Used another Patsy Cline song for the lyrics

PART 1, PART 2.

yes please do a part two to ‘shes got you’ if you’re willing to :) 

Since Sirius had died the Order felt that continuing to use his house as headquarters was disrespectful, and so Grimmauld place was somewhat abandoned. The house felt odd with just Y/N and Remus living there so when he had mentioned one night and mentioned that Tonks had offered him a place to live Y/N told him to go. Once there was some distance between the two of them Y/N thought the feelings might dissolve though this was not the case.

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is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?

Group : BTS

Member : Jimin

Word Count : 1323 

Genre : pure smut, drabble 

Description : you’re naked on his bed as he comes home from work. 

a/n : requested by @jiminniemouse​ for the drabble game 

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Undergame

Chapter 2 : a talking flower and a goat

What do we call irony ? According to the definition, a state of affairs or an event that seems deliberately contrary to what one expects and is often wryly amusing as a result. Here It’s not amusing. I wanted to feel something, I didn’t predict to feel the fear of the death today.

-I….I could die here….

-Pretty much

-What should I do ? What should I do ?

-It’s not my business. I am just the narrator, nothing more.

-*sigh* I have no choice, I have to continue.

-As you wish, now you will see what is like to be powerless since you don’t have any control anymore.

-Shut up…

All I only have now is my mind. If I killed the monsters, It would be easy to survive in the underground. However, Chara would be more stronger and I can’t risk this. If I play pacifist, maybe I can use the advantage the fact the code of the game changed with my modification. New dialogues and news ways to get out of here. I have to take this chance.

-Howdy ! I am Flowey. Flowey the flower. Hee hee hee…why’d make me introduce myself ? It’s rude to act like you don’t who I am. Someone ought to teach you proper manners…Ellen.

-How…how do you know who I am ? I didn’t introduce myself yet.

-A flower like knows a lot about his enemies. Now die !

Your HP drop to 01/20

-AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH….It hurts so…so much..

-Told you that you gonna pay.

-Let finish this before Toriel comes. Die ! What the…aieee

-What a terrible creature, torturing such a poor, innocent youth…

-Only if you knew what this human is capable of mom..

-Ah, do not be afraid, my child. I am Toriel caretaker of the ruins. Let me heal you the injuries.

Toriel’s magic doesn’t work. Your HP still stay at 01/20

-It continues to hurt…It’s so painful..

-It’s impossible, my magic should work…my child…

You faint

-Oh no…I have to bring her at home…Very quickly ! Before It’s too late !

I am feeling lightweight. It’s good. This feeling…I want to sleep forever.



I hope you will like it guys. Why Toriel’s magic doesn’t work ? I let you speculate about it ^^.

detvardet  asked:

hey ITS ME AGAIN SOZ BUT I DISNT ASK AND DISCUSS ONE THING AND JO IS AMAZING TO TALK TO. so what do you think happened in the evening? that was the scene i just realized would be perfect for the end. idk, id love to see at least one more malec talk. imagine them curled up by the fire, or maybe on the balcony, alec resting his head on Magnus' lap and them just.. talking? (and cuddling heheheheheheheh) about the crazy stuff that happened that day. it'd definitely be adorable wouldnt it

NITSA YOU’RE THE BEST OKAY??! That’s totally perfect and I can think of how it goes(in a hundred and one cheesy and sappy ways because I’m me, okay).

So we leave off from here, your previous ask!

By the time they step out of portal into Magnus’ loft, the sun was casting a warm golden glow over the interior of the apartment. Magnus hums and steps toward the side table, hand instinctively reaching out for the scotch when he’s tugged by strong arms around his middle and he stumbles back into Alec. He worries for a moment that the force with which he hit Alec would bring them both to the ground, but Alec stood rooted and he relaxes as he feels a warmth spread from where his back was in contact with Alec’s chest. Magnus felt Alec snake his arms tighter around his ribcage and feels him nosing at his neck, letting loose a shaky breath that sent a jolt through Magnus’ body. 

“What’s wrong?” Magnus placed a comforting hand lightly on Alec’s, which were clasped around him. After a long beat, he felt more than heard the light whisper against his shoulder, “I thought…I thought I lost you.” All Magnus could think of was same here, darling, same here, instead, he slowly laces his fingers with Alec’s and turns around. He looks up into teary eyes, and tries not to focus on how beautiful those hazel eyes shone under the dipping sun, tries not to remember how they almost lost their light that night, tries not to imagine a future without their owner. He forces a smile, feeling a tinge of sourness fight its way up to his own eyes, as he breathes more than says, “We’re here, Alexander. That’s all that matters.” Magnus gently swipes Alec’s moist cheek with the thumb of his free hand, before closing his eyes as Alec bows slightly, forehead leaning on his and they just breathe, like how they did outside the Institute. The only difference now, is that in the quiet loft, they could hear each other’s heart beating steadily, almost loud enough to drown their fears as they echo off the walls of the apartment.

They didn’t know how long they stood there, but the glow from the sky had turned a light indigo when they separated and they stripped each other slowly, almost solely by touch, as all that they could see were faint outlines of each other, lit by the last sliver of the setting sun. There wasn’t any talking, there wasn’t a need to, at least not yet, as they took a warm shower together. Hands glide over soaped bodies, trying to commit every dip of muscle, every edge of bone and every drip of warmth seeping through fingertips to memory. 

Magnus snaps his fingers and the fireplace lit up, soft crackling sounding through the loft as sparks turn to slow flames. He holds out a towel with open arms from where he’s seated on the couch towards Alec, who was tying his bathrobe as he padded across the mahogany floor. Alec looks up and flashes a soft smile as he settles between Magnus’ legs that were elegantly spread along the couch, and lets Magnus dry his hair. It was a comfortable silence and Magnus let the wet towel slip off onto the floor as he feels Alec leaning back towards him, settling his head on his shoulder. Magnus slips one arm around Alec and the other hand through Alec’s slightly damp hair, and Alec tilts his head up to drop a kiss on his jaw, before he whispers, “I love you,” and Magnus is once again, lost for words as he looks into honest, open eyes.

“I love you too.” Magnus continues running his fingers through Alec’s hair, and they fall asleep, warm and safe in each other’s arms. There were more things to be said, but they could always wait till tomorrow. 

Perfectly Flawed - Lydia Martin

word count: 2317
warnings: swearing
requested! (but I changed it around a lil bit)


Originally posted by softly-evak

“I was thinking it’d be a” I said, looking over my homework sheet.  Lydia glanced down at my paper and grinned.

“Yep” She said, popping the ‘p’.  I grinned as I circled that answer and went on to the next one.

It was Tuesday, and Tuesdays’ were the days Lydia and I got together at her place to do homework, paint our nails, and gossip.  Well, gossip sounds bad it was really just talking.  This had been a tradition we’ve successfully held every Tuesday for the past three months, and we were both pretty proud of that.

Lydia and I became friends last year when we were juniors.  Being Scott’s twin sister I was sort of a part of the pack, a designated human you might say.  Stiles would’ve high fived me for that.  But I knew all about werewolves and banshees and kitsunes and coyotes, to be honest we were like the misfit toys.  But I guess we owned it.

I always sorta had a crush on Lydia, I mean, who didn’t? She was absolutely perfect in every way.  She was a genius, she was funny, talented, kind, beautiful… the list went on and on.

But, with this perfection of hers, she had anyone to choose from.  Anyone she could date if she wanted.  And I, was definitely not on her list of crushes like she oh so ruled over mine.  In fact, she was my only crush.

Not me though, Lydia Martin could never like a girl like me.  No, I wasn’t as smart as she was, I wasn’t as petite as she was, I wasn’t as funny as she was.  I simply wasn’t as perfect, or anywhere near as perfect, as Lydia Martin.

“So, what color polish do you want tonight?” She asked, standing up from her spot at the table.  “I think I’m gonna get red for myself”

“Let’s go black” I said.  She shook her head with a small laugh and walked off towards the stairs.

“Same old y/n” She sighed, making me laugh as she disappeared.

Same old, plain, untalented, y/n, I thought to myself.

When she came back, she was smiling wide at me and plopped her box of manicure supplies down on the table in front of me.  Bottles of paint, polish remover, and lotions sticking out of it.  As well as nail clippers, filers, cotton balls, and tools that looked like torture devices.  Lydia seemed to have seen my look of fear cause she giggled that beautiful little laugh.

“No worries y/n, just the paint as always” She promised, shaking my bottle of noir polish.

“Thanks” I said sheepishly and she nodded, opening it up and grabbing my hand.

“So uh… the dance next week” My heart nearly fell out of my chest.  But somehow I managed to keep myself calm as she began to paint my nails.  I just looked at her, silently prompting her to continue whatever it was she wanted to say about it.  “Maybe we could go shopping for it together? Or not- we don’t have to-”

“No that sounds like fun!” I said quickly, and Lydia smiled nervously, I think.  I probably freaked her out.  “M-maybe Wednesday after school or something?”  big smile pulled on Lydia’s lips as she nodded.

“Yeah-yeah “ Lydia said, focusing back on my black nails.

(lydia’s pov)

I walked into school this morning, excited as today was the day y/n and I had decided to go dress shopping.  I was thrilled, absolutely thrilled.  I could just sing as I walked through the halls.

“Lydia Martin, are you skipping?” I was asked when I arrived at Scott’s locker, where we meet every morning before classes.

“Yes Scott, I may be a little happy for once” Stiles walked up to us.

“Is there a sale at Macy’s?” He asked with a snicker.  I rolled my eyes.

“I’m more than shopping and shoes, Stilinski” I told him.

“Alright then, what else do you have to be happy about?” He asked.

“Mom out of town?” Scott asked.

“Cheap makeup?”

“Quality makeup?”

“Hot date for the dance?”

“Prada had a new puppy friend?”

“Aced another test?”

“Any colleges accept-”

“Hey guys!” Scott and Stiles were cut from their ramblings as y/n bounced up to the group.  “What’re we talking about?”

“I was actually just saying that you and I were going dress shopping tonight” I said, and her face lit up.

“Yeah! I’m super excited for that” y/n said, grinning wide.  God I loved when she did that, her eyes always seemed to twinkle.

“You guys wanna ride there? You know I got a sweet one” Stiles said, wiggling his eyebrows at us.

“You got a new car?” y/n asked, raising a confused brow.

“No I’m talking about Roscoe duh- hey!” I giggled as y/n smirked a little to herself.  “I don’t get why you guys are so mean to me” Stiles began muttering.  “I mean seriously all I do is help and-”

“Hey y/n!” I turned to the girl whose name had been called, to see Erica Reyes standing there.

“H-hi- hi Erica” y/n replied, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“Can I.. can I talk to you for a sec?” The blonde asked.  y/n nodded, giving a small ‘mhm’ and followed off with her.  As soon as they were gone, I scoffed.

“Really? Erica Reyes? What could they possibly have to talk about?” I asked, crossing my arms.  I saw Scott tilt his head, listening to their conversation.  I glared down the blonde, just as Kira bounced up to us.

“Hey guys!” She said cheerfully.  “What’re we up to?”

“Hush” Stiles scolded.  “Scott’s listening in on Lydia’s girlfriend over there” Stiles said.  I glared at him, but Kira giggled.

“Oh I see, get jealous of Erica did you?” Kia winked at me.  She winked, she had the nerve-

“No I am not jealous, and y/n is not my girlfriend” I stated firmly, my arms uncrossing and putting my hands on my hips.

“How defensive..” Stiles muttered.  “So what’re they talking about over there? Anything we should be worried about?”

“See, you don’t like her either.  Do you have a big fat crush on y/n?” I asked with a sneer towards Stiles.  “See? Who care-”

“She asked y/n to the dance” Scott said.

“SHE DID WHAT?”


y/n and I were walking through Macy’s, going through rack after rack of hangers.  She’d been talking animatedly about how excited she was to be going to the dance with somebody.  I was listening, I was, but I barely responded.  Just let her go off as we looked over various dresses.

“Hey, hey Lydia” She called, and I looked up.  She was two racks away, and holding up a gorgeous y/f/c dress.  I thought about her wearing it and my knees almost buckled.  “What about this one? I have the perfect shoes and everything” Her eyes lit up with excitement and I nodded with a hum.

“Yeah y/n it’s… it’s beautiful” She smiled big and hung it carefully over her arm.

I went back to scraping through the racks, but didn’t really pay attention to anything I skimmed over.  All I could think about was the fact that y/n was going to the dance… with someone else…

Jealous? Never heard of her.

The ride to drop y/n back off home was again, mostly filled with her going on about the dance.  Although this time I was barely listening.  I couldn’t, it hurt too much.  THis was my best friend, this was the girl I was in love with, and she was hooked on being with someone else.  Maybe Stiles was right, maybe all of them were right… but she’s too perfect.  It was ridiculous for me to think of being with her.  Besides, I used to be such a bitch, such a bitch, why would she ever want to date me? I looked over at her in the passenger seat next to me as she talked on.

“…I mean I’ve just never been asked out before…” She went on.

She was beautiful, so fucking beautiful it was insane she even hung around us.

“Sure, I bet this is nothing to you you get asked out all the time- I mean look at you- but… but me! I just can’t believe someone would want to ask me out!” I slammed on the breaks, just outside of her house.  “L-Lyd!? Are you okay?” I looked over, seeing her grip onto the handle of the door.

“Am I okay? No I am not okay!” Her eyes widened as I yelled a little.  “y/n how could you say something like that? ANyone would be lucky to go out with you! You’re absolutely perfect!” She blinked.

“Lydia I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-”

“No- no get out just- just get out” I shook my head, looking down at my hands gripping the steering wheel.

“Lydia I-”

“y/n, go home” She stared at me for a moment, but I heard her unbuckle her seatbelt and open the door.

“I’m sorry Lydia” y/n said softly, then closed the door, and walked up to her door.

Now, I hate crying, it makes you weak and ruins your makeup.  But today I almost couldn’t drive home because I was crying to hard.

Who knew being in love hurt this much.

(your pov)

I didn’t think being in love hurt this much.

I was standing in the corner of the gym, the whole room lit up and blasting with music.  Bodies were.. Well everywhere.  Dancing, talking, sweating.  The more I thought about it, the more claustrophobic I felt.  I looked around, seeing my friends all together.  Stiles trying to get Scott to dance with him, Kira teaching Malia how to dance, Liam… doing god knows what.


And there was Lydia.

She looked breathtaking… the green dress she wore hugged her curves in all the right places.  The neckline dove down enough for me to blush.  But she wasn’t really dancing with the others, just awkwardly swaying back and forth.  I frowned, and wanted nothing more than to go over there and dance with her, maybe make her happy.  But she’d made it pretty clear that she wanted nothing to do with me.

“Hey y/n I’m back” Erica walked up to me, handing me a plastic cup of punch.  “And uh.. I smell checked the bowl.  It’s not spiked” She laughed, and I chuckled quietly and nervously.

“Thanks” I said quietly, taking a drink and casting a glance towards Lydia.  Erica stepped over closer, following my line of sight.

“O-oh… Lydia… I’m sorry are you guys..?”

“Dating?” She nodded, and I shook my head.  “No… no she wants nothing to do with me” Erica frowned.

“Pretty sure she wants everything to do with you” I raised my brow in silent question.  “I mean, when I asked you to the dance, she sorta had Scott listen in, and seemed pretty upset when you said yes” My brows raised, and I looked at her quickly.

“R-really? She did? Was she mad? Sad? Disappointed?” Erica laughed quietly, wrapping an arm around herself and rubbing her arm.

“You uhm… you really like her don’t you?” I gave her a guilty look, feeling bad that I couldn’t really help my feelings towards the strawberry blonde.  “No no, it’s okay” Erica said, giving me a small smile.  I returned it.  “Well, go on, go get your girl” I grinned, and turned, walking myself straight over to Lydia.  When her eyes caught mine, she smiled for a moment, but it quickly fell.

“y-y/n” Her voice was quiet, I’d never heard it so unsure before.  It was like she lcked all of her confidence.  “Shouldn’t you be with Erica?”

“No” I shook my head.  “No I don’t want to be here with Erica, I want to be here with you” I said.  Her eyes widened.

“Really? Y-you do?” Lydia asked, almost like she didn’t believe it.  But I nodded my head, trying desperately to keep up my confidence before it all went away.  “You… you like me?” My brows furrowed.

“What’s that supposed to mean? I’ve had a crush on you for as long as I could remember” Lydia shook her head exasperatedly and groaned.  My heart sank slightly.  “Look I know it’s pathetic and you’re you and I’m only me but seriously I mean it-”

“God would you just stop talking” Lydia groaned.  I opened my mouth to protest, but she grabbed my chin in her hand and yanked my lips against her.

I swear the world slowed down and my heart exploded.

She was so warm, and her lips were so soft, and she tasted like.. Like cherries.. And root beer.  Maybe a mix of chapstick and lip gloss I don’t know but it was heaven.

“Not fair.  I liked you first” She said when we pulled away.

“You definitely didn’t-”

“Yes.  I.  Did” She said firmly, pulling away slightly.

“Did not” I grumbled, and pulled her back in for another kiss.

“You sorta suck-”

“Lyds shut your mouth” She giggled, wrapping her arms around my neck while mine went around her waist.

“All our friends are staring at us” SHe whispered, and I laughed a little.  “Welp, Kira just started clapp- Stiles took a picture” I laughed more and kissed her nose quickly.

“Yeah well it took you long enough to show an interest” Lydia rolled her eyes.

“Seriously, in our moment, you’re gonna hold that against me?” I nodded with a grin.

“Wouldn’t want you thinking I’m an easy catch” I said with a wink, walking towards the beverage table.  “Gotta make it interesting, right?” I winked over my shoulder and she groaned, following after me.  But I heard her muttering.

“God you’re lucky I love you” 


to the anon who requested, i hope you liked it! 

xoxo ~ jordie

The Interruption

Anon: Hi can I request a smut where you catch luhan masturbating and at the same time finds out he has a dirty talk kink thank you~

Author: Admin M

Character(s): Luhan (EXO)/Reader

Word Count: 1,145

Summary: I don’t think interrupting Luhan will ever happen again…

“I hope he likes it!” I spoke aloud as I got to Luhan’s apartment. I got him some candies that I remembered he use to eat when he was younger. Also it was his last day of his diet. He will be so excited. I lightly knocked on his door.

“Luhan-oppa?” No response. I reached into the plant pot by the door and took out the spare key. He really shouldn’t live this here. Anyone could find it.

“Oppa?” I called out again. Nothing. Hmm maybe he’s not home.

“Oh goddd…” What the hell is that? Did he leave the tv on? “Yess oh god yes!” I covered my mouth. That’s Luhan’s voice. What is he doing?

“Luhan?” My voice was just a whisper. I couldn’t talk any louder. I walked toward his room. The door was cracked open just enough for me to see him inside.

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