#glid book

[rosiesfables]

“It’s almost funny how much people will say in front of a woman they only view as a possession.” ✨ Gild by @ravenkennedybooks

[4amethyst]

No one can do it like Aurenslade and I mean NO ONE EVER WILL TOP THIS

“all of this, it’s just a physical manifestation of what I already knew.”

“What?”

“That I can’t live without her. I won’t stand for it, and neither will my rot. The separation is killing me, Ry. In more ways than one.”

[youraverageaemondsimp]

“Made for me.” // Aemond Targaryen x Sister!Reader

Thank you everyone for 1K followers, I am so grateful for all the support I've received for my fics, it's kind of an emotional moment for me cause I never thought I'd get this far, so here is the fic from this poll! this is short since I did not have much time and I do not want to delay my 1k celebration fic further! <3

MDNI // DD:DNE // reader discretion is advised.

Summary: As far as Aemond can remember, he had liked you, not in a way a brother loves his sister, no, in a way a man loves a woman, finding out that you were soon to be betrothed to a Tully for alliance, he feels devastated, until he decides he can prevent it, by ruining you.

WARNINGS: heavy noncon to dubcon, mindbreak, mindfuck, canon typical incest, creepy aemond(?), possessive aemond, dark!aemond, jealousy, obsession, breeding kink, tiddy sucking, virginity loss, mentions of blood, purity culture, medieval age standards (no smut until 18+), cum eating, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, porn with little plot. + not proofread.

block the tag #MAE:DARK!CONTENT to avoid seeing dark content from me.

WC: 3k

For as long as Aemond can remember, he had always been smitten with you, his little sister, someone very dear to him, he had loved you since the moment you were born, immediately becoming someone he swore to protect.

He was rumoured to have some romantic feelings for helaena, which wasn't entirely false but if anyone were to look closely, they would realise that the longing gaze he holds for helaena is nothing compared to the one when he looks at you.

As he grew into a man, these feelings developed further, and as he watched you grow into a woman, desire managed to get a hold of him. He remembers the first time he felt carnal attraction towards you, it was your sixteenth nameday, you had worn a beautiful green dress that showed a little cleavage, something his mother would've been against but she let it slide that time, he remembered as you bent over in front of him to get something from the table, giving him full view of your tits which he immediately looked away from.

That night he had rushed back to his chambers as fast as possible to tug on his length at the thought of you.

He was never the same after that, every touch ignited a fire in him, when you would lay on his thigh as you both sat beneath the godswood while he read, he had to fight the urge to take you right then and there, taking your maidenhead in front of the gods to bind you to himself forever.

As the years passed, his feeling for you grew stronger and stronger.

“Aem!” There was your sweet voice calling him once again, his gaze lifted from the book on the table to your form which stood a few metres away from him, you smiled when you noticed his gaze was on you, walking over to him so you stood next to him, peering down on the book he was reading.

“What are you reading?” you ask curiously, voice leaking with inquiry, he looked down at his book before glancing up again, “Just a book about our history, valyria.” he tells you and you lean down slightly over his shoulder, your platinum blonde locks falling over and curtaining the side of his face as you read the text.

“Would you read it to me?” you inquire and he nods, before you shoot him the bright smile that never seemed to leave your face, and pull the chair beside him, causing the wood to make a noise as it glid against the floor, and sitting down on it.

He began reading and you listened to him for quite a while, before your eyes started becoming droopy and closing as sleep tried to overwhelm you, it wasn't because you were not interested in the history, no, it was due to the fact that your older brother's voice was extremely comforting.

He chuckled when he tried your efforts to keep yourself awake and closed the book, “Sister, you must not fight when sleep finds you, go to thine chambers and rest.”

“But brother! You have just gotten to Aegon's conquest.” you pout, and he chuckles, “I shall read it to you tomorrow, now go rest.” he manages to convince you and obey his word.

Aemond sighs as he watches you walk away, you were the Apple of his eye, everyone knew, he had been protective of you since you were younger, though he developed certain type feelings, the kind that a brother shouldn't develop for his sister, but alas, targaryens have queer customs, after all, his elder sister was married to Aegon, their older brother.

It was only time until mother betrothed you both, and he would wait patiently for that, he would often imagine how married life with you would be, it would be perfect.

But all those dreams were crushed when he finds out that your mother was planning to betrothed you to a tully, to get their alliance in case of Aegon's claim for the throne. Angry was an understatement, he was extremely pissed off, and what did you do? You gladly accepted it, even managing to look happy at the proposal.

Just then he remembers his elder sister's words. ‘If one possesses a thing, the other will take it away.’

He could not have that.

He can not have you be taken away from him, that too by an undeserving house such as tully.

You knew something was extremely odd when Aemond came to your chambers at night, he never did that, always deeming it inappropriate for a lady and a man to be together after the moon has risen unless they were husband and wife. So it was extremely shocking as to what he was doing in your chambers, knowing he took the secret entrance since the guard did not mention Aemond at all when you entered.

“Brother? What are you doing here so late?” you ask as you approach him, he is sitting on the chair near the fireplace, turning his head to the side as if to acknowledge your presence, the light bouncing off his face making his features look much more angular and intimidating.

“I have missed you, dear sister.” he stood up and turned to face you, and you peered up at him confused, “I had heard about your betrothal to a tully, though I do not remember his name, I came here to wish you pleasantries and a prosperous marriage.” he tries his best to not scowl.

You smile widely.

And that immediately sets him off.

“Thank yo-” before you could finish your sentence, Aemond grabs you harshly by your cheeks, pulling his face towards his own, “You're happy? You're fucking happy?” he growls as his breath fans your face, “Aemond-” before you could say anything, the same hand that was gripping your cheeks goes to your hair, pulling your head back, your hands fly up to his to make him release his grip as the tug at your strands were incredibly painful.

He doesn't say anything but slams his lips against yours, moving against yours in a frantic rhythm, your eyes widen at this and you push at his chest to pull him off, but he uses the grip on your hair to further push you against him, and soon you're all flush against him, weakly trying to pushing him off while the hand in your hair keeps tightening as the other holds your waist gently.

A true contrast.

He pulls away to breathe and he looks at your teary eyes, as you look at him, “Aemond- you're scaring me.” you say weakly, shaking as his eye narrows, “I love you.” he blurts out and you look at him shocked, “But- we're siblings–”

“We're also targaryens.” he cuts you off, and lets go of your hair.

You squeal when he lifts you up roughly, before making haste over to your bed and throwing you on it, and before you can get up, he traps you in his arms.

“I do not wish to see you married to someone else, you have been mine, since the day you were born, sister.” he whispers in your ear before pressing a kiss to it. You gasped when you felt his hand grope at your clothed breast giving it a tight squeeze and you tried prying his hand off to no avail.

“Aem- please stop-” you beg but he doesn't listen and his eyebrows are furrowed as he looks at you, “Sister, tell me the truth have you not felt anything when you stay with me? A warm feeling in your heart?” your breathe hitches as he asks you that question, and you look away from him, feeling ashamed that you held feelings for him, they very well hidden, you felt ashamed whenever you would feel heat pool between your legs as you watched Aemond do quite literally anything.

He undoes his breeches and pulls his cock out, undeniably hard, “If I ruin you then mother won't marry you off to him, besides, no one would want a woman that is ruined, especially by her own brother.” he says and you sob, shaking your head and you gasp as you feel his dick pressed against your core.

Your silence gave him the answer he needed, he tore your dress apart, the stitches popping off with a noise, as he changed his grip and undoes your clothing.

You try to push him off and hit his chest, in defiance, but he is much stronger than you, pinning your hands above with his one hand as the other pulls off the shredded clothing, with your final strength, you deliver a hard kick to his crotch which causes him to groan and plop on the bed next to you in pain, and you use that change to try and scramble up and off the bed but to your disdain, he immediately recovers and pulls you down with a tight grip on your leg but pushing them apart, placing himself between them and then wrapping his hands around your neck, the grip cutting off air circulation rapidly as you struggled against him.

“Fucking cunt.” he says before spitting on your face and you cry, you feel your brain go dark as you start loosing consciousness at the lack of oxygen only for him to let go, cause you to take a deep breath on relax, snapping you awake at once.

“Sister, look how much you are leaking, way too much for someone that pretends like they hate it.” he rubs his cock against your folds, coating it in your juices and he groans, before he leans in, kissing your neck and then your breasts before pulling back.

“Brother please- ah!” you gasp when you felt his hot fingers press against your bud, rubbing it, making you squirm as you grip his hand and try to push it off but his grip stays firm and you eventually give up, hands falling to your sides and gripping the sheets below as he plays with cunt.

He knew you'd eventually break.

He did not want to hurt you or force you.

But you weren't making it easier and he did not have much time either, so he had to resort to this.

You reach your peak with a loud moan of his name which went straight to his cock, he leaned down and kissed you once more, holding your legs apart by force and then grabbing his cock before lining it up against your entrance, slowly pushing the thick head in, your hands shot up to his shoulder to grab them, nails digging into the skin as he rips you apart on his cock, bullying into you without mercy, his hand covering your mouth as you let out painful whines to shush you up. You whimper when you feel him fully sheathed inside you, feeling too full, your cunt clenching around him painfully tight to push him out but he stays there.

“Look at you, taking my cock so well, like you were made to.” he whispers in your ear before pulling his hips back and snapping them forward, causing you to let out a scream, although it was muffled, at the pain. The orgasm before had only helped a little, he was too thick and big.

At first he starts slowly, pulling back and snapping one at a time, trying to give you time to adjust until you whimpered his name, which made him lose any and all control he had as his pace became faster, brutally slamming his cock inside you as you whined and moaned beneath him.

The sound of wet slapping noises soon fill the air and the smell of sex starts taking over, your mind becomes all hazy at what was happening to you, you watch as Aemond takes one of your breasts in his mouth, suckling on the nipple, drool spilling all over it while his hand gropes the other, massaging it. Your hand travels to his hair and you arch your back, shoving more of your breast in his mouth, making him groan in delight.

He pulls back with a pop and you look at him gasping and wide eyed as he thrusts into you, eyes dropped as slight drool leaks from the sides of your mouth, letting out moans when he hits that sweet spot inside you.

“Fuck- you're so perfect, made just for me.” he grunts, supporting himself on his hands above you, hair curtaining around your face as you stare directly in his eye, watching him close it in pleasure, gasping when he feels you clench around him.

“You're mine right?” his eye opens and he looks at you intensely, you nod, agreeing with what he was saying, your mind losing all of its ability to think rationally the moment he entered inside you, you felt your stomach tighten.

“Use your words.” he commands and you gulp, “Yes only yours— ah! Fuck aemond!” you throw your head back as your second orgasm hits you, moaning out loud and he let's out a shaky breath before you felt his thrusts become sloppy, “Fuck, I'm gonna fill this cunt up, watch my seed take root in your womb, you're mine, mine to fuck, marry, breed, you'll give me many heirs won't you?” he goes off, voicing his thoughts and you feel warm and turned on at his words, “Yes- brother, I'm all yours, only yours.” you say, grabbing his cheek and rubbing a thumb on his scar and he finishes inside you with a loud moan, pushing himself to the hilt as his cock spurts thick ropes of cum inside you.

He pulls out, still somehow hard and lays down beside you, and you feel so empty without him inside you, so you whine, “Aem- I need you.” you pout and he looks at you wide eyed, and you don't know what comes over you, but you find your patience running thin as you wait for him to do something, so you take matters into your own hands, getting on top of him, grabbing his blood soaked cock before rising your hips and sitting down on it.

“Sister?” Aemond asks questionably, as he grabs your hips, watching you bounce on top of his cock, breasts moving up and down as you moan loudly into the chambers, only his name, on repeat and that's when he finally understands what happened.

He broke you.

He fucked your mind.

He should feel bad, knowing how now you're seeking him and his cock out like a bitch in heat but he doesn't, he feels more accomplished at that, knowing you desire no one but him. He moans when he feels your cunt spasm around him as you reach your peak, and instead of stopping, you continue riding him, wanting to bring him to his peak as well, you take one of his hands and guide it to your breast, making him grip it and play with your nipple.

“Brother please! Please cum inside me, I want you to fill me up.” you beg and Aemond groans at that, “Want- want you so bad! please haa, I need to have your children.” you moan and Aemond felt himself reach his peak harshly at that, filling you up once again.

Aemond changes the position, getting on top of you again, cock still inside and you give him a small smile before grabbing his face and pulling him in for a kiss, his lips move passionately against yours, before he pulls away, kissing down your neck and to your breasts, he pulls out and slowly trails kissing down to your down, watching as his loads of cum leak out from you, he pushes his tongue out and collects his juice on his mouth, before shoving it inside again, engulfing your cunt in his mouth, you grab his hair and grind your hips against his face, moaning his name loudly as he works his mouth, his nose shoved against your clit, creating friction whenever he moves his head, and soon enough, you reach your peak once again, “Brother!” you moan as you arch your back and he groans into your cunt, lapping up at the juices being secreted from you, before pulling away from it, placing wet kisses on your inners thighs and coming up towards you again, and kissing you, shoving his tongue inside your mouth, making you taste both your combined juices, and you groan into the kiss at the taste.

You both spent that night just like that.

Your mother was horrified when she had heard about this, and tully had walked in on the conversation, scrunching up his face in disgust and calling off your betrothal, you stood with your arm wrapped around Aemonds arm as he explain his mother what happened, looking away and hiding in his arms as she yelled at him for ruining and spoiling you, before inevitable deciding to betroth you both as result.

And you both were married, two moons later.

The maesters were extremely confused when you went into labour earlier than what they had predicted, they thought that it was going to be a stillbirth, yet they were confused to see when a healthy silver hair babe popped out, crying and cooing. They considered it a miracle but only Alicent and Aemond knew the truth.

Aemond stood there with his child in his arms as he gazed lovingly upon him, a son. You smiled at him as he cooed in high valyrian.

“Maester, When can I take her again?” That question caught the maester off guard and he cleared his throat before speaking up, “I would suggest waiting 6 weeks until she is fully healed, or 3 moons time.” and Aemond hummed.

The maester leaves the room, leaving you, aemond and the babe alone, the baby cooing at his father, small hand entangled in his hair.

“After you heal, I shall put a babe inside you again, dear wife.” He comes down and sits next to you and you smile, “As you wish, husband.” you tease and press a kiss on his lips.

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[evanpeterspeter]

Tate’s Mommy

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A/n: based off the votes, Tate with a mommy kink won! If anyone wants any specific requests, feel free to drop an ask or dm me.

Disclaimer: In no way this story promotes any act of pedophilia or any interactions with a minors. They are both over 18. Thank you! Enjoy.

Tw: Nsfw acts. M receiving, non protected p in v, mommy kink, (potential äge play? Idk) and so on :3

Wc: 1.5k

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After a long exhausting 10 hour shift at the library, tutoring other students in your university, you head into your doom and gloom home, kicking off your beat up Vans against the scuffed walls.

Upstairs is where you headed, to your comfortable bedroom. Your room was full of books, beautiful well fed plants, dim yellow lights and rustic vintage furniture. You still kept some of Tates 'taste' like his Nirvana albums, his radio player, his dirty, well loved Converse and small knickknacks. Looking forward you see a soft bodied boy, in a fetal position, fidgeting with his sock covered toes together, wearing a green striped long sleeve shirt, with a dusty colored blue of his jeans and is facing the other side. "My love?" You spoke softly as you plopped your bag by the door. Walking to him, you gently sat on the bed, caressing his waist and hip. "Baby boy...are you okay?"

No response. "Baaaabbyyyyyy..." you hummed to him, while still continuously rubbing him. You got a sniffle out of him and a soft whimper. "My love? What's wrong?" You sat by the head of the frame, pulling all of him up to your chest. He looked up at you with red watery eyes, his face very flushed and salty, he let out a wail of distress, clinging onto your v neck shirt. "My beautiful, baby boy what's wrong?" He lifted his heavy head to look up at you, with those big beautiful Astrid eyes. "I-I had a nightmare, w-where you left me and when I woke up..you-you weren't here!" He bawled, hiccuping in every other word. "I'm here now, my love. Mommy isn't going anywhere, okay?" "You were gone all day, I thought you left me f-forever!" He puled to you. You pushed his hair out of his flustered, damp face. "And why would I ever do that?" "I-I don't know...cause you don't like me?" You playfully gasp putting your palm to your chest. You earn a small chuckle from the blonde boy. "Why you little-.." you peppered his face is kisses while tickling his sides. He squirms and starts laughing. "Ahh, okay! You win!" He said between his pleas of laughter. You kiss the top of his head and caress his cheeks. "I love you, you are my world. I wouldn't know what to do with myself if you were gone. Mommy would never leave you okay?" You glid your thumb over his bottom lip. He gently nodded. "Good boy.." you said in a seductive manner. His eyes shot open and his cheeks became flushed. "Mommy is gonna shower okay? Did you shower?" The blonde nodded and held onto you.

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Stepping out the shower, you felt so relaxed and refreshed, washing the day away from your body. You wrapped a towel around yourself, heading to your sometimes shared bedroom and then closing the heavy old door. There sits Tate with a big smile on his face, sitting criss crossed on the bed just waiting for you. "Hey, handsome. What are you up to?" You spoke smoothly, drying yourself off. "Watchin ya.." he looked you up and down, biting his lip. "Oh yeah?" You smirked, unraveling the towel around your soft body, you open it up showing off your beautiful frame. His eyes widened and his heart fluttered. Tate instantly put his hand over his crotch to try to hide his growing member. "What's wrong my handsome boy?" You dropped the towel and got on the bed, pushing him flat against the plump mattress. You hovered over his body, straddling his hips, one arm holding you up and the other pinching the bottom of his chin. "You wanna tell mommy what's wrong?" You leaned closer to his face, your lips grazing against his. His breath hitches as you feel his cock twitch against your sopping cunt. "I-I..you make me h-horny y-y/n.." he choked out. You let out a small huff of a chuckle and gently shook your head 'no'. "That's not my name, Love.." you press a soft kiss against his warm lips. He gasped gently and gripped the sheets with his fists. "M-mommy.." he said while fluttering his lids shut. "Good boy.." you deepened the kiss, feeling his tongue dance with yours.

You pulled away from his raw lips and looked into his eyes. He half liddedly smiled at you with his dimples peeking out. "Come here my baby boy." You laid on the bed and pulled him to your chest, he put his gentle lips on your nipple and suckled on it while he palmed himself. You arched your head back in pleasure, feeling your bunch soaking the bed sheets.

Looking back down at the beautiful dirty blonde boy, suckling on your nipple. You pull him off your tit by cupping his face. "You've been such a good boy, Tate..mommy's going to reward you now." You moved him to the side, crawling to in between his legs, palming his cock through his pants. He lets off a small sigh of relief. You unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down to his thighs, then soon after his boxers. When pulling his boxers down his cock sprung up, smacking against his happy trail. "So hard for me..good boy.." you stroked his cock and kissed his hot pink tip. His precum seeped onto your lips like a gloss, you licked your lips, licking his salty juices off. He let off a breathy moan and tries thrusting his hips. You shook your head 'no' while still stroking him. "No no my love. Have patience." You wrapped your lips around his head and sucked on it. He grabbed the back of your head and squeezed a fist with your hair in his hand. You let off a small moan, pulling off with a sucking sound. He let out a whimper and bucked his hips, waiting for some more friction. You giggled and wrapped your lips around his impressive length and went down to the base of his member, your nose muzzling in his patch of blonde hair. You bob your head up and down while looking up at him. His head and eyes were rolled back as he enjoyed every moment. You pulled off with a pop and started kissing the sides of his cock, then stroking it at a fast pace. "Such a good boy." You kissed his inner thigh, leaving lovebites on him. "Mmmm...I'm gonna c-cum.." you instantly stopped and pulled away. He raised his eyebrows and pouted. "Noooo...please mommy?" You shook your head with a big grin plastered on your face. "I need you, please mama?" He whined softly. He grabbed his member but you promptly smacked his hand away. "No touchy.." his eyes water as he bucks his hips in frustration. "P-please.." he said as his voice cracked. "Okay okay..since you said please..I will reward you." You kissed his tip and crawled up on him.

You had your cunt against his throbbing member, rubbing it from your soft wet entrance to your tender bundle of nerves, up and down stimulating yourself.

Slowly lowering yourself onto his shaft you softly wince at his thickness and length, stretching out your core. "Mm fuck, baby.." you moaned. Finally lowering yourself onto the base, then you gently bounced on his cock. Tate let out some mouthy moans and held onto your hips to help keep pace. You tossed your head back, in bliss and pain, feeling how deep he hits in you. You fall forward and crashed lips as you rode him fast and hard. You felt your clit rub friction against his base, causing you to start feeling your core tighten. "I-I think I'm gonna cum.." whimpered Tate. "G-go ahead baby.." not long after saying that, your climax hit a high and you finished, tightening around his cock. You felt his thick white ropes fill you up, so much that it leaks down his shaft, while still pumping in you. He lets his small rabbit humps come to an end and then he turns limp on the bed.

You look up at his soft flushed face and pulled him into a bonded kiss. Once pulled away, he looked at you with his eyes heavy. You couldn't help but smile at his exhaustion. "I love you.." you whispered.

"I-I love you too.." he uttered back.

You pull off of his now relaxed member and he lets out a soft groan. You giggle and went to the restroom to freshen up and brush your teeth.

Once you came back, you wiggled his boxers back on and took the jeans completely off of him. Laying in bed you put the sheets over yourselves and he curled up on your chest, peacefully resting against you.

"Good night my love.."

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[upsidedownwithsteve]

Remus Lupin x fem!reader[2.8K] a pub bathroom, knowing friends, one spilled drink. Smut 18+

You’d missed him, that was evident. Remus had left for the week with James and Sirius, a long awaited boys trip to somewhere in Ireland where they met Frank Longbottom and other former Hogwarts students you couldn’t really remember the names of. He’d sent an owl or two, a photo of them all in a tiny pub, cradling huge pints of Guinness, telling you he was having fun but looking forward to seeing you soon. 

Remus had barely managed to hug you hello, his suitcase still by the front door before the phone in his kitchen rang, James’ excited voice telling him Lily got a promotion and everyone was to meet at the Hogs Head to celebrate. 

He hung up before Remus could argue, but you shrugged and smiled, leaning in for one quick kiss before you were both apparating to a quiet lane on the outskirts of Hosgsmeade. There was a table of your friends at the back, rowdy and loud about their celebrations, Lily squished between her boyfriend and Sirius, all of them cheering at your arrival with glasses held above their heads. 

An agonising hour was spent trying to listen to Lily, nodding along with Dorcas and Marlene as she explained the aspects of her new role and how excited she was to start. But Remus was beside you, sipping slowly from a glass that held something amber, chatting quietly to Frank and one of the Weasleys as he curled his hand around your bare thigh. 

He got bolder the longer no one noticed, fingers trailing upupup until they breached the hem of your dress, calloused tips pressing nicely to the inside of your thigh. You startled, glass tipping, your own vodka cranberry spilling onto the table. Dorcas squeaked and Sirius grinned, syphoning up the liquid with the tip of his wand before he winked at you across the table. 

“Drunk already, darling?” 

You glared at him, knowing his teasing came from noticing your flushed cheeks, the way his friend's hand had slipped under the table and never reappeared. 

“I’m fine,” you mumbled, not trusting your voice. Your throat felt thick, your chest warm. “My hand slipped.”

Remus leaned in at that, hand still very much on your leg, his mouth at the shell of your ear. He smelled like he always did, like citrus and sage and something smoky and his lips brushed your skin as he spoke. 

“Clumsy,” he tsked and you could hear the smile in his voice. “Did you spill some on yourself?” Remus was quiet as he spoke, that soft cadence that made your cheeks warm and your thighs squeeze together around his hand. 

You shook your head, hoping no one was watching, the chatter of your friends around you sounding further and further away as the boy pushed closer against you, head ducked down to hear your reply. 

“No, it’s fine. I’m fine,” you lied. You weren’t fine at all. But the drink had missed your lap, your dress dry and unstained. “It missed me.”

Remus hummed, keeping close, head bent to yours so it merely looked like you were both sharing a conversation, tucked together like young lovers who couldn’t hear each other from the din from the rest of the pub. His hand was on the move again, faint scars and papercut lines from his books trailing over your skin, making you push your toes into the old carpet beneath the table. 

From the outside, Remus looked himself. Messy haired and gentle smile, kind brown eyes and a new scar that was already fading, slicing through his right brow. White shirt under a too big sweater, the collar creased, the wool a pattern of muted browns and reds and forest green. He looked perfectly rumpled, sleep soft and bookish, even years out of school. 

He also had his hand pushed to the junction of your thighs, fingers pressed over the cotton of your underwear. 

“You sure you didn’t spill it on you?” Remus’ dropped his voice lower, his smile lazy as he dropped his free arm around your shoulder, listening to the way your breath hitched against his ear. “There’s a little wet, here.” His fingers glided up, just a fraction, middle and pointer pressing directly down onto your clit and making you jump, again, knee banging off the underside of the table. 

Everyone stared, conversation stalling as your friends took in your wide eyes and parted lips with raised brows. There was a beat of silence, a small cough and grin from Remus that he hid behind the hand he finally pulled away from you. 

“Toilet.” You choked out. “Excuse me.”

Remus was behind you before you could shut the door, squeezing past the gap with a grin that made your toes curl, his wand pointed at the lock as he muttered a few charms, his gaze heavy on you. 

“You’re awful,” you hissed, even though you didn’t mean it. You were already letting him crowd you against the wall, elbow hitting off the paper towel dispenser as you reached up to tug at his neck. “That was cruel, Remus.”

The boy seemed pleased no matter how scolding your words were, yielding to you as he bent, letting you manhandle him the way you wanted, expression smug. “I’m awful?” He mused, pretending to frown. His lips skimmed over your cheek in search of your mouth, landing kisses where he could. “Rude. I just missed you, that’s all.”

His hands made quick work, nudging at your waist until you were trapped between the cold tiles and his warm frame, pushed onto your toes so you could reach him. He kissed you slowly, smiling at your impatience, lips curving over yours. He tasted like honeyed bourbon and smoke, a whisper of Sirius’ stolen cigarettes despite his insistence on quitting. 

“Missed you too,” you managed to murmur back, eyes fluttering as he pecked at your cheek, your jaw, the skin just beside your lips, mouthing down and along your throat until you were tugging at strands of hair that curled around his neck. 

This was a far cry from being the first public place you’d let the boy have you in, but the pub outside was much louder than James and Lily’s guest room, and the idea of someone barging in seemed much more possible. 

“I locked it,” Remus whispered, as if he could read your thoughts. Sometimes, you thought he could. “And silenced it.” He was kissing you between words, cut off sentences that ended with syllables trapped between your lips, settling on your tongue instead. 

And then he was moving down, lowering himself to his knees so his nose could graze over your stomach, warm breath through your cotton sundress. He gazed up at you, earnest despite his dark eyes, his filthy intentions. His voice was still sticky soft when he said:

“I’ve spent all night thinking ‘bout making you come,” another kiss, adoringly gentle, just below your navel. “Will you let me, sweetheart?” His hands, wide and warm, teasing the hem of your dress, dragging it up your thighs. “Been dying to put my mouth on you, s’awful.” 

You made a noise then, not a protest, not an agreement, just a high keen, a broken moan that might’ve been the boy’s name. Remus didn’t go further, your dress rucked up all messy over his forearms, his own sleeves rolled up, his hands gripping your hips. He pushed his nose to your hip bone, let his cheek rest there as he looked up at you. 

He was the picture of boyish innocence, despite his intentions. Hair misbehaving, sandy brown strands sticking up from your own hands, caramel coloured eyes hazy and dreamlike, cheeks flushed, pink and freckled from the start of a new summer. 

“People will notice we’re gone,” you tried to argue, albeit weakly. You hand your hands back in his hair, holding him close. “Fuck, Remus— they’ll, they’ll know.”

“Can be quick about it,” he promised softly. “You know I know what you like, can make you feel real good.” You knew he could. That’s why you were letting him drag your left leg over his shoulder, hand curling around your thigh to hold you there. “But if you wanna stop, jus’ tell me, sweetheart, don’t have to do anything.”

You knew he meant it, that you could say no, reject his generous offer and go back to sitting with your friends and spend the remainder of the night horribly frustrated. But Remus was squeezing the dough of your thigh, the slight stubble along his jaw scratching the sensitive skin there just right and then you were groaning, fisting his hair between your fingers a little tighter. 

“Please,” you whispered and suddenly, you were desperate. 

He grinned, all boyish and charming, nose nudging along the line of where your dress lay on your thigh, pushing it up until the lace edge of your underwear came into view. “Please, what?”

“You’re awful,” you told him again, a needy sound twisting around a laugh, “god, Remus, please just—”

He hitched your leg higher, spread it open wider and used his free hand to make quick work of your underwear, damp cotton pulled to the side with two long fingers. No more time was wasted, your breath and words stolen from you as the boy leaned in, licking a slow, wide stripe from your entrance to your clit. 

“Oh fuck.”  

Remus hummed, lashes fluttering against his cheeks as he closed his eyes and pushed into you more, nose resting against your soft skin, cheeks flushed as he let out a groan that vibrated through you. “You taste too good,” he murmured, voice a hoarse rasp. He already sounded wrecked. “You have no idea how much I’ve been thinking about this, and you’re calling me awful. So mean to me, love.”

You might have had an idea. Remus was generous like this, loving on you whenever he could, wandering hands and slow kisses stolen all the time, teasing you through the day only to spend the entire night on his knees for you, between your legs, sucking, kissing, licking—

“Remus,” you mewled, body bowing over his head, knees buckling slightly when he let his tongue drag over your clit, kissing around it before going back to those slow, deliberate licks. “Oh shit, oh my god.”

He was soft about it, hands keeping you up, keeping you open for him, eyes full of fierce affection as he watched you fall apart for him, tongue nudging against your entrance until you sobbed, curling over your clit again and again and again until you were too close to bear it. 

“Need you,” you sniffed, eyes glassy, a hand dragging over his cheek. “Fuck, Remus, need you inside me.”

Remus pulled back, only just, huffing out a breath of warm air over your poor, sensitive cunt as he laughed. “Thought we were being quick, hmm?” He asked, tone light and teasing. He knew you were close, could tell by the way you’d went pliant against him, pussy fluttering each time he swiped his tongue through your folds. “C’mon, you gonna come for me?”

You nodded, breath hitching, nose scrunching at the effort of staying upright. “Just need more,” god, you sounded out of it, almost slurring despite your one spilled drink, your lips still kiss bitten and red. “Can I have your fingers, handsome, please?”

Remus cooed at your affection, leaving kisses and lilac bruises over the tops of your thighs, his mouth busy elsewhere. He brought two fingers to where you wanted them, getting them slick between your folds, groaning at the velvet feel of you. 

“You’re absolutely soaked, love, fuck,” his voice was all awe and appreciation, his cock twitching under his slacks, kicking up in protest at being left out. “There you go, that better?” He slid his digits in, marvelling at how easy you took them, how warm and wet you were, fluttering around him already. 

You nodded, gasping, body almost bent in half as you clung to his hair, his face pushed into the mess of your creased dress and slick skin, your leg still dangling from his shoulder. 

“C’mon on then, baby,” Remus was being awful now, truly. Words coming with a bite of condescension, wrapped up all silky and pretty with his soft tone. He only really called you ‘baby’ like this, the affection making you feel small and lovely, just for him. “Make yourself come, there’s my good girl.”

You knew what he wanted. And who were you to deny him?

You straightened up, head thrown back carelessly against the tiles as you gripped the boy’s hair a little harder, tugging a little mean, nails scratching at his scalp. You shifted your hips, searching for him, for his mouth, for his tongue. And you found it when he ducked back down for you, kissing over your cunt with the softest of touches, making you work for it as he slid his fingers in and out of you. You moved with more intent, hips grinding against his face, Remus’ free hand sliding down to grab at your ass, squeezing meanly. 

You shifted and his tongue caught your clit just right, a needy noise leaving your throat and letting the boy know that wasn’t to dare stop what he was doing. So he kept his tongue pressed to you just like that, groaned into you a little wild when you held him there, moving over him to chase the high you were guaranteed to get. 

It was obscene, the noises you made, the sounds he let out. It was filthy, the way he scratched his short nails down the back of your thigh, curling his hand under your knee to pull you closer. It was dirty, the way you came on his tongue, Remus’ eyes rolling back before his lashes fluttered shut, nose pressed into your folds, tongue licking up everything you gave him, his fingers sliding out of you to trail over your leg, leaving wetness in his wake. 

“Such a good girl,” he murmured, drunk sounding, standing up a little shakily after he dropped your leg slowly back to the ground, pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee as he did so. “Christ, you’re too pretty, y’know that?”

It was dizzying, the buzz that lingered over your skin, the high that was still coursing through each limb. His lovely words settled over you like wildflowers, blooming between the cracks of your ribs, twisting over your neck, your cheeks as he kissed you sweet. 

“Remus,” his name was a clumsy thing on your lips, sticky with affection, cloying at your throat. You still wanted him, possibly more than you did before. He tasted like you when you kissed him, pressed shakily to your tiptoes, reaching for his jaw greedily for more. “Take me home, please.”

He hummed, pleased, the sound turning to the throaty groan when your kisses changed to filth, your tongue kitten licking over his bottom lip, sucking it between your own to chase the taste he took from between your thighs. His hands grabbed your hips, smoothing down your dress for you before petting at your hair, piecing you back together after he’d ripped you apart. 

“Please?” Remus repeated, a pretty smile playing at his lips. He looked as dazed as you felt, his cock still painfully hard and pressed between you both but he seemed unphased, more than happy to have you like putty in his arms. “You’re lovely, you know that? S’too much, too sweet.”

You nodded, eyes heavy lidded, eager to agree to whatever he said. “I’d very much like to show you how lovely I think you are too. Let’s go.”

That made him blush, cheeks rosy, eyes bright, as if he was a schoolboy with a crush and not a twenty something who’d gotten his girl so worked up in a public setting, he had to have her there and then. 

“They’ll notice,” he murmured, ducking back down for another kiss, smiling through it, whispering against your lips like he couldn’t bear to part from you. “They’ll be horrid about it.”

You knew who they were. James. Sirius. You realised you really didn’t care. Not then, maybe tomorrow, probably when you met them for the lunch they always demanded during hangovers. Three pizzas shared between five, jugs of fresh lemonade made by Lily and maybe a bowl of chicken wings if James was feeling extra delicate. 

You shrugged, unbothered, hair still mussed despite the way the boy had tried his best to fix it, lipgloss all gone, your neck kissed and bitten, all marked up in the best way. You looked like you had been doing exactly what you had been doing. 

“Better be quick about then,” you told him, dragging him out of the door, the charms bursting around you both, glittering in the air. 

You ignored the whistles, the whoops, the hollers - but god, you really couldn’t help laughing when Sirius called Remus a dirty harlot. And when you both got outside, the sun setting across the village, Remus kissed you as you disapparated, and if you landed directly in his bed, well. 

That was just good luck.

[helpimhyperfixating]

Kinktober Day 11: Erotic photos - Jotaro x Reader

Kinktober Masterlist

CW: fem!reader, masturbation

I’m very slowly gonna try to catch up on the days I missed. I apologise so much for the wait but I hope you enjoy the smexy 🛐

Word Count: 1392

Crashing down onto the bed in his cabin, Jotaro groaned, taking off his hat and throwing it on the desk directly beside his bed.

As intriguing and educational as trips out to sea were, they were goddamn exhausting. Not to even mention the lack of cell service, making him unable to even phone you.

Sighing out, the marine biologist rolled over, grabbing the book laying on the desk, right beside where he threw his hat. Positioning himself once more on his back, he groaned softly as he stretched before putting his reading glasses on and opening the book, ready for some leisure time, finally.

Purely by coincidence, he opened the book to read the other titles by the author, curious to see what else the man had written, only for an envelope to fall out.

Confused, he picked it up, only to see his name written on it in your handwriting. Strange.

Sitting up a bit, Jotaro grabbed his reading glasses and positioned them a little firmer onto his nose, shifting the pillow behind him to sit better. Opening up the envelope, there was something written on the inside of the letter.

‘For when you’re lonely.’

“What did you do?” Jotaro softly mumbled to himself, confused as he then looked in the envelope, seeing several – were they notes?

Reaching in, he pulled them all out, revealing themselves to be polaroids. Yet when he turned them over, the confused frown on his face fell as instead, his cock stirred in his pants.

Right there, sitting all pretty and barely dressed, was a picture of you.

You were sitting on your knees, an innocent but teasing look in your eyes while you held the camera out, showcasing your arm on the side of the frame, which made the lingerie holding up your chest pop out all the better.

Swallowing heavily, Jotaro took off his reading glasses, placing them aside before he flipped to the next photo, putting the first one at the back of the pile.

This next one was a photo of you at the foot of the bed, your legs provocatively placed to where he could just see the inside of your thighs, all the while, his hat was shielding half your face. Though what it didn’t shield was the mischievous smile playing on your lips.

Almost entranced, he flipped to the next, a little breathless groan leaving him as he was greeted with a picture of you on the bed, your legs splayed open for the camera, the red lingerie panties you wore hiding your cunt from view, though one of your fingers was teasingly dipping inside. Oh how badly he wished he was at home with you right now, seeing this actually happen in front of him.

Reaching down, the raven palmed himself through his pants, hissing ever so slightly before he focused back on the photos, flipping this one to the back again to reveal a new one. Huffing slightly, he went right back to palming himself, his eyes – half-lidded and dark – glid over every portion of the photo. You were on your stomach, the camera only capturing half your face as the rest was an over-the-shoulder shot of your back, showing your bare ass, the red lace panties dangling from one of your feet as you crossed them in the air.

Breathing heavily, Jotaro put the pictures down before hastily grabbing his phone, going to the settings to try and get a signal – any sort of signal, but nothing worked, making him curse as he threw the device down onto the bed, his cock painfully hard in his pants.

If he could just hear your voice, just talk to you or do anything, but no. He had to be in the middle of bum-fuck-nowhere.

Reaching down, he began to unbuckle his belts, shoving his pants down just far enough to free his erection, the head already leaking precum.

Pent up and embarrassed that he was doing this while his colleagues were with him on the boat, Jotaro spit into his hand and wrapped it around his stiff cock, smearing the precum across the tip with his thumb, making him bite his lip.

With his left hand, he picked the pile of polaroids back up, glancing at the shot of your ass while he started to pump, before he used his thumb to slide the photo away, letting it fall to the bed so that he could view the next one, a shuddering breath leaving him as he brought it up to his face.

Right in frame you sat, three fingers in your mouth while you looked straight at the camera, the lingerie nowhere to be seen as your tits were out, the photo taken from a lower angle, making Jotaro’s teeth dig deeper into his lower lip.

Making slow strokes, he kept his breathing under control, the steady pleasure making his thighs tense as he slipped the polaroid away, letting it drop onto the bed to see he next one, a deep groan leaving him as he saw it, squeezing the tip of his cock at the same time.

You were on the bed, legs spread wide and showing your pussy right at the camera, glistening with arousal while your fingers spread your folds open, leaving nothing to the imagination. Not that the raven wanted that.

Closing his eyes for a second, Jotaro began breathing heavier, stroking himself faster as he then looked at the photo again, imagining his cockhead pushing at your entrance, hearing your whimpers and pleasured noises right before he’d push in, filling you up so well.

Shifting his hips slightly into his own hand, Jotaro sped up even more, dropping this polaroid to the bed as well to show the new one, his hips bucking into his hand as he saw a shot of your cunt, your three fingers in your mouth in the previous photo now buried deep in your hole, arousal coating your knuckles.

Pumping faster and squeezing, Jotaro looked at the polaroid through hazy eyes, barely able to keep them open as he jolted his hips up into his own strokes, feeling his orgasm approaching embarrassingly fast as he thought of your tight cunt; wrapped around his fingers, tongue or dick, how wet and eager you were for him, how you’d take him in without complaint or question. Oh how he wanted to stuff you full and fuck you dumb right now.

Your moans, high-pitched and whiny, your pleas for him to go faster or deeper, for him to touch your clit. Oh how he’d make you cum on his cock, feeling your tight walls squeeze around him, pulsing and spasming as you cum, milking him for all he’s worth.

Suppressing a groan, Jotaro’s hand holding the polaroids fell down, his hazy eyes glancing over to see the photos scattered on the bed, his hand around his cock pumping fast and desperately, his hips bucking into his own fist as he approached orgasm.

“Fuck-!” Gasping the curse under his breath, he arched his back as he thrust forward one more time, a groan muffled between his lips as he came, releasing all over his hand and stomach.

Ropes of cum spurted out, staining his skin and shirt as he rode out his climax, his hips slumping back down onto the bed while he pumped himself a few more times, working out all his spend before he let out a stuttering breath and let go, his cock softening as he closed his eyes and let his head fall back.

Panting, he slowly caught his breath, reaching over for tissues to clean his hand and stomach, frowning down at his shirt, knowing that was going into the pile of dirty clothes for the rest of his trip.

Taking in a deep breath, Jotaro then carefully gathered the polaroids, picking them up before raising the last photo he’d looked at, swallowing as he saw more.

Quickly flipping through, there were photos of you pleasuring yourself, with your finger and a toy, and pictures of you sitting on a dildo, your face in pure pleasure on each and every one of them.

Shaking his head, Jotaro quickly gathered them all into one pile and put them back into the envelope. One thing was sure, he wouldn’t run out of new material to use this trip.

[heyitsspiders]

Lucifer x FTM reader (request)

yippee i finally did it

content warnings: ftm reader (no pronouns used but the reader is still afab), smut, eating out, sub lucifer, dom reader

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Lucifer was contently humming some tune to himself as you entered the room. He was simply reading a book, his fingers splayed to grasp the book as he was leaning against the counter. When he heard your footsteps he perked up, marked his page, and set the book beside him. He smiled at you.

“Hello, my love!” Lucifer greeted you happily, the warmth from his words already spreading through your body. 

“Hello, darling,” you responded with a smile mirroring his. You walked over to him and stood beside him. He leaned over to give you a quick kiss.

You had other plans.

You smirked at Lucifer before your hand wrapped around Lucifer’s slim waist and you brought your lips to his for a much deeper kiss. He moaned into your mouth as you moved your other hand to the back of his head, grasping his hair. You took that as an opportunity to shove your tongue into his mouth, which he happily accepted. His restless hands began to paw at your back as you moved closer to him, your hips touching his. 

You yanked his hair, which caused the kiss to end as his head was jerked back, a thin line of saliva connecting the two of you before it snapped onto Lucifer’s chin. His yellow eyes were bleary and much more desperate than when you first walked in as already as he looked at you.

You couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face as you buried your face in his neck, your teeth grazing his skin which earned a sharp inhale from Lucifer. Your hand still gripping his hair, you bit down on his shoulder. Lucifer moaned as you sucked on the flesh. But one pretty mark wasn’t enough, no, you wanted him covered. 

Once you were sure the mark would last, you lifted your head enough to move to a different spot. As you started your second mark, your hands moved to unbutton Lucifer’s shirt. Lucifer was practically mush in your hands as you continued to bite and suck on his skin, littering love marks all over his chest as his shirt was now abandoned on the floor next to his feet. 

You pulled away and admired your work. The usual pale skin that covered Lucifer was now covered in pink and red spots where your teeth had sunk in. Lucifer was shaking, tears pricking his eyes as he whimpered. 

“You’re so pretty~” You smile. Lucifer’s body shutters in response, a whine escaping him. 

You chuckled, “Who knew the King of Hell was so pathetic?” Lucifer grabbed your arms for balance, his body shaking.

“Do you want to be a good boy for me?” You whisper in his ear and he quickly nods, his face turning a shade of red.

You softly laughed as you dragged him into the livingroom and to the plush, red couch. Except, you don’t get him to sit on it. No, you had a much better idea. Instead, you point towards the floor in front of the couch.

“On your knees,” You commanded. Lucifer takes less than a second to listen. “Good boy,” you purr as he whimpers. 

You quickly slip off your pants and underwear as Lucifer watches before you sit down on the couch in front of him and spread your legs. Lucifer looks up at you with pleading eyes, waiting for your next words.

“Go on, be a good boy and make me feel good~” The moment the words left your mouth Lucifer rushed forward, his dark hands grasping your thighs as he shoved his face in between your legs.

His forked tongue smoothly glidded over your clit, the sensation causing you to moan. 

“Mnh, so- good..” You praised, Lucifer's pace picking up as his tongue flicked addictingly over you.

You rested a hand on his golden hair as he continued. His movements were truly angelic as he tasted you, his tongue hitting every right spot on the sensitive nub. 

“Ah- Luci~” You moaned, the sound of his name leaving your mouth causing Lucifer to quicken once more. 

 Eventually his tongue slid down and lingered around your entrance, circling it before entering you. His tongue lengthened as it twisted inside you, the action sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. 

“You’re doing- mngh- so good-” You panted, your grip tightening on his hair. Lucifer moaned against you before continuing to work his magic. 

His tongue worked miracles as he lapped up your juices like a man who hadn’t eaten in years. Lucifer’s forked tongue graciously attacked your g-spot, your legs shaking. You could feel your climax nearing as he continued.

“‘M close..” You mumble. His grip tightened on your thighs as he pressed deeper into you. “Fuck- mng- you- you’re such a good boy..” 

You could feel as Lucifer’s body shook, you loved how much of an effect your words had on him. As you neared closer to finishing, you shoved his head further between your legs to get as much pressure as possible. Lucifer let out a small gasp from the sudden movement but quickly continued. He wanted to be good afterall.

“Holy sh- shit- fuuck-” You moan between frantic breaths. Your thighs squeeze against Lucifer’s head as the knot in your stomach threatens to untangle. 

Lucifer’s tongue continued its exploration, leaving no part untouched. Your back arched, your breath hitched, your legs tensed and your grip tightened as you came on his tongue.

“Gooood booy~” You sigh as you finish. Lucifer quivered before happily licking up your juices as you finished, your mind fuzzy as you rode your high. 

Your mind still dazed, Lucifer pulls away and licks up anything that dripped down, not daring to let a single drop go to waste. Your grip let up and your hands fell to your side as you rested against the couch. Once Lucifer is satisfied he pulls away, licking his lips of anything leftover before crawling on the couch beside you. He curled up next to you, his head laying on your chest. You laid a hand on his head, softly moving your fingers through his hair as you caught your breath.

“Did.. Did I do well?” Lucifer mumbled into your chest, his arms wrapping around you.

A tired smile spread across your face as you nodded, “Yes, my dear. You did so well.”

[flameo-fanfic]

Ripples of Destiny

Book 1 : Chapter 1 The Boy in the Iceberg

The south sun was rising on the snow-smattered ice and I was once again taking in the view, longing for the days when the rays had shone through vibrant leaves, for the days when my mother would call to me over the rushing river bends and my father would guide me home. The days are long here, and so are the nights, and they’re both just as cold. It has been just shy of three years of living in the Southern Water Tribe and I’m still getting used to the chill.

The voices of the village waking up filled the early air, gentle like the dawning light. Katara and Sokka were already out fishing for food. Knowing their bickering antics, it would take longer than intended, so here I sat in my own peace, awaiting their return so that I could begin feeding the many women and children who were also left behind by the warriors of the tribe. I spent many mornings like this, alone in my memories. Then, everything changed when a beam of light etched through the horizon, breaking my trance.

I wouldn’t have been surprised if the Northern Water Tribe saw that blast of light. The village was worried, we didn’t know what it was. Gran-Gran found me in her concern that Sokka and Katara weren’t back yet, so we waited agreeing if they weren’t back by nightfall that I would go out looking for them. When the siblings finally returned, our concerns ebbed as our questions were answered. It was an airbender.

“He was stuck in the ice?” I questioned my friends as we helped the unconscious boy take a rest in one of the extra tents.

“Isn’t it amazing? An airbender! Maybe he can teach us, Kaida.” Katara beamed almost as bright as that unnatural light at the thought of finally having a master. I had to admit, this was an exciting discovery and it would be nice to have a bending master fall right into our laps, but I couldn’t help but to be a little suspicious considering he bursted out of an iceberg.

“Let’s get to know him a little bit first, yeah Katara?” She didn’t seem to let my tepid response affect her mood. She’s always been a stubborn optimist.

We waited for the boy from the iceberg to wake up, and when he finally did we had all gathered around to meet him. I was actually quite nervous. I’ve always respected the air nomads, at least from what I heard of them through stories, but I never thought I’d get the chance to meet one.

“Aang, this is the entire village.” Katara gestured to our remaining people. “Entire village, this is Aang.” Everyone but me had cowered a bit, not being used to meeting outsiders, let alone one that was thought to have been extinct. A pang rang in my heart as I remembered the day I arrived at the Southern Water Tribe and how hesitant everyone was to accept me, so I decided to respond with my own bow of respect for our new guest.

“Uh, why are they looking at me like that? Did Appa sneeze on me?” He was checking his clothes for bison snot when Gran-Gran stepped forward.

“Well, no one has seen an airbender in a hundred years. We thought they were extinct, until my granddaughter and grandson found you.”

“Extinct?” Aang exclaimed. I couldn’t help but think this was a strange reaction considering the general knowledge was that the air nomads had been murdered by the fire nation, but I decided to keep my questions to myself.

“Aang, this is my grandmother.” Katara gestured towards the elderly woman, ignoring his shock.

“Call me Gran-Gran.” The interaction was deadpan.

Sokka walked toward Aang and abruptly snatched his staff out of his hands, examining it.

“What is this, a weapon? You can't stab anything with this!”

“It's not for stabbing! It's for airbending.” Aang snatched his staff back with a gentle gust of wind before revealing the red fans hidden within the staff.

“Wow…” I said, amazed and waiting to witness more.

“Magic trick! Do it again!” The little ones were just as excited as I was, they only expressed it more outwardly.

“Not magic, airbending.” He moved his glider around him, visually demonstrating what he was talking about. “It lets me control the air currents around my glider and fly.”

“Ya know, last time I checked, humans can't fly!”

This comment had me jabbing my elbow into Sokka’s ribs, earning me a baffled look. Aang smiled before challenging Sokka. “Check again!”

Aang grabbed hold of his glider and pushed himself off the ground, leaving Katara, Sokka, and me to cover our faces against the sudden wind. The village stared in awe as Aang made some loops and turns in the sky.

“He’s flying!” Aang made another loop and sped up to soar past the gazing villagers. “It’s amazing!”

Aang's shadow passed over Katara and I, who were smiling at him. Aang, intending to further impress the villagers, flew sideways and closed his eyes while grinning broadly. He promptly flew head-on into the village's watchtower, causing his head to be stuck in its side. Katara covered her mouth as she watched Aang struggle to extricate his head from the icy watchtower. Succeeding, he tumbled downward onto a pile of snow at the base of the tower that crumbled from the building. Katara immediately rushed to his side while Sokka stared in shock at the damage inflicted on his watchtower. “My watchtower!”

Aang lay covered in snow at the base of the partially collapsed tower. Katara and some other girls of the tribe, including myself, ran toward Aang, beaming.

Offering her hand to pull him out of the snow, Katara announced, “That was amazing!”

Sokka ran to his watchtower in an attempt to keep it from being damaged anymore, but ended up getting a huge glob of snow on top of his head.

“Great. You're an airbender, Katara and Kaida are waterbenders. Together you can just waste time all day long.” He wedged himself free from underneath the weight of the snow and stalked off muttering to himself.

Aang whipped his head towards Katara and me, “You’re waterbenders?”

“Well, sort of. Not yet.” Katara sideways glanced at me in what seemed to be embarrassment.

“We still have a lot to learn.” I said.

“All right, no more playing. Come on, Katara, you have chores.” Gran-Gran disrupted the excitement by leading Katara away from Aang and I. The rest of the villagers let them pass but formed a crowd around Aang almost immediately to study him.

Aang started showing off some tricks again before licking his staff, his tongue freezing to the wood. “See? Now my tongue is stuck to my staff!” One of the younger boys started yanking the staff trying to unstick Aang’s tongue from the wood. I couldn’t help but giggle at how silly the interaction was.

Eventually we dispersed, I left Aang to have fun with the villagers as I got to work doing my own chores alongside Katara. As I was bending the excess water out of the laundry I was washing, I overheard Aang ask Sokka and Katara a jarring question.

“What war? What are you talking about?”

“You're kidding, right?”

I stood up and walked towards the group as I began to ask “What do you mean what wa-“ I was cut off by Aang screeching at the sight of an otter-penguin in the distance, and he left my words in the wind behind his back. “Penguin!”

Sokka glanced at Katara and me with an annoyed, dumbfounded look. “He’s kidding, right?” Katara and I began our trek as we attempted to find the exuberant airbender. “We might have to put a bell on that kid.” I said before I began to jog in Aang’s general direction.

“Aang?” We found him in a field full of otter-penguins, chasing the cute animals over the dunes of snow. “Hey, come on little guy. Wanna go sledding?” Aang begs as he jumped on one of the penguins with little to no luck. He belly-flopped on the ice with a grunt before airbending himself back onto his feet to face us. “Heh heh. I have a way with animals.” Aang stretched his arms wide and imitated the sound and movements of the otter-penguins, making Katara and I both laugh.

“Impressive tactics.” I let out a sarcastic tease amid my giggles.

“Hehehe, Aang, I'll help you catch a penguin if you teach me and Kaida waterbending.”

Aang released the tail of a penguin that he had attempted to capture before responding to Katara’s request “You got a deal! Just one little problem ... I'm an airbender, not a waterbender. Isn't there someone in your tribe who can teach you?”

I looked over at Katara sympathetically “No. You're looking at the only waterbenders in the whole South Pole.” She said sadly, looking at her feet. “Kaida is the only one who has been able to teach me, but she hasn’t mastered waterbending, either.”

“This isn't right. A waterbender needs to master water.” He paused, and I knew what he was about to say. “What about the North Pole? There's another Water Tribe up there, right? Maybe they have waterbenders who could teach you.”

“Maybe, but we haven't had contact with our sister tribe in a long time. It's not exactly "turn right at the second glacier". It's on the other side of the world.” It was Katara���s turn to look at me with an understanding look. We’ve all lost people to the war, and it was easy to recognize it in others, even if we were only children.

“But you forget, I have a flying bison. Appa and I can personally fly you to the North Pole. Katara, Kaida, we're going to find you a master!”

Aang’s appearance in our humble lives here in the South Pole may have been a blessing. For once in my sixteen years in this world, hope was the strongest feeling in my heart. I had been yearning to go to the North Pole my entire life, yearning to learn more about my mother’s childhood, my mother’s family, and why she left home. “That’s a great idea, Aang!” I blurt out in a blitz of excitement, earning a smile from Aang.

“That's... I mean, I don't know. I've never left home before.” Katara spoke up timidly.

“Well, you think about it, but in the meantime, can you guys teach me to catch one of these penguins?”

Katara gave me a final look of consideration before turning back to Aang “Okay, listen closely my young pupil. Catching penguins is an ancient and sacred art.” She summoned a hidden fish out of her sleeve. “Observe!”

Katara threw the fish into Aang’s grasp and he stood uncomprehending as the penguins crowded him in a flurry of desire for the fresh treat in his hands.

Soon enough we were all mounted on our new rides at the top of an iceberg that we were using as a makeshift slide. The air was whipping past my ears as Katara, Aang, and I soared through the air before once again meeting solid snow. We raced down the steep slope and Aang used another iceberg as a ramp to propel him into the air, soaring over Katara and me. Our penguins bolted down the hill and we both turned onto the next iceberg, gaining a bit of speed and landing once again next to Aang as we all let out euphoric laughter.

“I haven't done this since I was a kid!” Katara gleefully shouted.

“You still are a kid,” Aang responded.

We all entered a tunnel of ice, Katara in the lead, constantly changing her direction to hold Aang and me back. Aang used his airbending to race over the ceiling past both of us, picking up the lead. There was no way Katara or I would catch up to him, so it was between us to take last place and Katara was still a bit ahead of me.

“If he can play dirty, so can I.” I thought to myself before waterbending a clump of snow into Katara’s face. My penguin flew past hers as she lost her ability to steer for a second, and I cackled in competitive pride as I watched Katara slow behind Aang and me in third place.

“That’s so unfair!” Katara lightheartedly scolded me while wiping snow off of her cheeks and waterbending her own ball of snow at me in protest of my cheating behavior. The ball had missed my face and hit my shoulder before I bantered with my friend and we used our bending to send more snow towards each other. A full-blown snowball fight would have ensued if Aang hadn’t interrupted us. “Whoa! What is that?”

Katara’s expression darkened, “A Fire Navy ship. And a very bad memory for my people.” Aang began to approach the wreckage. “Aang, stop! We're not allowed to go near it! The ship could be booby-trapped!”

“If you want to be a bender, you have to let go of fear.” I could see Katara taking his remark into consideration before stepping forward to join him. I reached out and grabbed her wrist. “Wait, Katara. This could be dangerous.” No matter how much fun I was having with my new airbending acquaintance and my best friend, I wasn’t certain venturing into an old Fire Navy ship was the best idea, and I didn’t want Katara to get hurt.

“It’ll be okay. You’re with me.” Katara gave me a gentle smile and squeezed my hand before I let go of her wrist.

“Fine. But no messing around in there, okay?” Katara and Aang nodded respectfully, agreeing to my conditions as we all slowly entered the old ship.

There was little life left in the abandoned vessel, only some small hamsters that I spotted scurrying against the edges of the walls. We soon entered a room stocked full of weapons. “This ship has haunted my tribe since Gran-Gran was a little girl.” Katara began as we spectated the weapons more closely. I picked up “It was part of the Fire Nation's first attacks.”

“Okay, back up. I have friends all over the world, even in the Fire Nation.” Aang picked up a guandao to inspect it. “I've never seen any war.”

This is the second time now Aang’s statements have confused me and I couldn’t help but feel a bit questioning of him.

“Aang, how long were you in that iceberg?” Katara asked what I was thinking.

“I don’t know. A few days, maybe?”

“I think it was more like a hundred years!”

“What?! That's impossible! Do I look like a hundred-twelve-year-old man to you?”

“No, Aang. Katara is right.”

“Think about it. The War is a century old. You don't know about it because, somehow, you were in there the whole time! It's the only explanation.” Aang’s expression was dooming as he slumped into the wall behind him.

“A hundred years! I can't believe it.” My heart broke slightly, looking down on this lost boy, one hundred years out of his time.

Katara, nurturing as she is, knelt down beside Aang. “I'm sorry, Aang. Maybe somehow there's a bright side to all this...”

“I did get to meet you.” Aang cheered up a bit, smiling warmly at Katara before averting his eyes towards me.

Katara offered him a warm smile of comfort. “Come on, let's get out of here.”

“Aang, let's head back, this place is creepy.”

“Agreed. This ship feels colder than it does out there.” I shivered, taking in my surroundings and rubbing my arms in an attempt for warmth. The metal walls felt empty and void of love, the complete opposite of the environment I was raised.

As we were heading towards the hole that we entered through, Aang tripped on an almost invisibly thin wire, causing metal bars to slam down and trap us inside.

“Huh?” Aang said as we all ran towards what would have been our exit. “What's that you said about booby traps?”

Just like Aang awakening from that iceberg, the gears of the shipwreck shifted to life. We all watched as the movements of the ship powered a flare high into the sky, exploding and alerting nearby inhabitants.

“Uh oh...” Aang looked up at a hole in the roof of the ship and took Katara in his arms. “Hold on tight!” Katara yelped as Aang hurled them upwards and out of the ship with his bending abilities before coming back for me. The shorter boy grabbed me by my waist in a flurry of incredible speed and suddenly I was being bolted out of the ship.

[elejah-verse]

_elejah_au

Love is in the Air

_a tvd fanfic_part 4

*

a/n: a little light-hearted love story, set in Rome, Italy.

I know Valentine's is a month away...but I'm in the mood to write a totally human AU Elejah story.

*

The next morning, Elena got up pretty early and after a very quick shower, dressed in a shot, choosing just a pair of skinny jeans, white shirt, wrapping a small red spotted scarf around her neck.

She then looked at herself in the mirror, ruffling her hair in her hands trying to decide what to do with it. It was short. She just applied a bit of the magic hair spray her hair styles gave her. And drying it up quickly, she looked at herself in the mirror smiling happily. Applying a red lipstick, and a mascara, she checked herself once again.

The whole looked screamed - so 1950s, so Audrey Hepburn, so rockabilly, and she smiled - why not.

Slipping her flats on, and grabbing her bag and keys, she floated out of the apartment.

A bit later she glid at full speed on the rented bicicletta through the streets of the old part, across the piazza with a basket full of fresh vegetables, flowers and bread from the market, she skidded to a stop beside a fountain, and securing her bike, sat down in a cafe near by to have her morning cappuccino and a brioche. 

Ordering her breakfast,  looking at the people passing by, taking photos near the fountain. Her heart buzzed dreamily at the thought of Elijah.

"Dance?" Elijah's voice, soft, sweet, and yet so manly, still rang in her ears bringing back all she had often replayed in her head when she went from one heartbreak to another. That one dance was a food for her #imagine how it would have been if only I had not gone away that day.

And then, there he was, sitting next to her in Rome, and asked her to dance again.

At the same time, Elijah stopped typing, and took a sip of the espresso he had made earlier. He looked out through the window and grinned, his soul springing up with the memory of the night before. 

Flashback

"Dance?" Elijah said putting his hand out to Elena.

Elena nodded, and took her hand and there, immediately, goose-bumps raced all over her skin. Making a small mental breath, they came closer. 

As she leaned a bit to him, her scent engulfed him, taking control of all his senses. He pulled her slightly to him.  He could feel shiver up.Together as one they moved slowly to the music,  transporting them both to their dance so many years ago back in Mystic Falls.

Lost in their little world, they continued to sway , to another song, not bothering that all eyes were more or less on them. A couple sitting not far, looked at the pair. "Sono così innamorati. Che meraviglia!"

And if it wasn't for the waiter clumsily breaking a glass, they would have most probably stayed this way, moving to eternity, or at least till they were asked to leave, because they had to close. 

"Thank you - for this dance" Elijah said politely with a small smile crossing his face.

"You are so welcome - oh, there is your pizza!" Elena exclaimed as she saw the waitress now taking the plate with the scrumptious dish to their table.

"Oh, it smells so good even from there" Elijah said as the walked to the table.

Talking some more about his book, and the idea behind his sequel, they shared the pizza between them, having Elena succumb to its delicious waft.

"Ah, it's raining again." Elijah commented as he looked outside.

"I've got an umbrella," Elena said ,"the spring in Italy is a layer of sunshine and a layer of rain. Always be prepared to have an umbrella, even though it seems like you don't need it. It's a common misconception that the climate in Rome Italy is Mediterranean."

"Wow, you are talking like you live here"

"Well- I read that. I get prepared." Elena said. "Also I have spent last four months in Florence and Venice. You don't want to experience the flood in Venice. Not easy and so not attractive. But, when it is not raining, it's the most fairy-tale like place on Earth."

"You love Italy, don't you?" Elijah said taking a sip of wine.

"I do. Shooting in Florence was great too. You also chose to set Angel Heart in Padua. Seems like Italy is special to you, too." Elena said. 

"My fondest memories are always connected to Italy." Elijah then said.

"Yeah?"

"Yes. My best friend lives here now, too. I am staying in his apartment."

"Oh?"

"You know him - well, he used to date Rebekah back then in college. Stefan Salvatore."

"Stefan? Really? Wow - how come?"

"His grandfather was Italian - and they returned to live in Italy. I don't know if you know, but he and his brother were brought up by them, as their parent's died when they were little. Anyway, he is an art historian, and teaches at the John Cabot University. It's an American university in the heart of Rome." Elijah replied.

"Right. And - uhm - how is Rebekah? I - well, I know she was the editor of Vogue, and I know that she got her own designer line out now. Actually, I have seen her designs on New York fashion week."

"Then you know that she is ass-kicking," Elijah said,"it has always been her dream to have her own label."

"You will not believe this - uhm - a week ago - I chose a dress from her to wear on the Premiere of 'Dark Beauty' - huh - and now meeting you here - it's like," Elena now stopped gulping a bit, and took a bit of wine.

Elijah made a little sweet sigh and looking at her, "Like it was meant to be."

Elena raised her head, another gulp bolted out, "What?"

Thinking that he had participated himself, Elijah turned to the window and briskly changed the subject, "It's pouring down."

"You can have my umbrella and I will take a taxi if it doesn't stop. Deal?" Elena then said.

"Deal. But then you will have to let me pay you back for saving me from getting drenched - I invite you to Carbonara a la Elijah."

"Ok. But you will have to let me make some salad-"

"Agreed. Tomorrow at six - my place - uhm - Stefan's place."

Elena nodded, and as he paid the bill, they were on their way to their respective apartments. Elena left in a taxi and Elijah walked back with the umbrella, smiling from ear to ear like a Cheshire cat.

Now, Elena paid for her cappuccino and made her way back to her apartment. The sun was up in the sky flickering down on her as she cycled through the streets, her heart jumping radiantly.

Was this really meant to be?

*

[frizzle-tales]

This place looked like it was taken out of a fairytale story book page. Everything was simply… perfect.

The interior, the chandeliers, the music, the gardens, the fountain, even the staff looked dressed sharply with their uniforms and slicked back hair.

Jiyeon’s eyes glid over the prices of the meals, them ranging from no less than 200 to even as far as a couple of grand.

Did people really spend this much money on just food?

‘Pick something you don’t recognize..’

She might as well, right? Jiyeon nodded, having another look, before she settled on one of their specialities. “Galchi jorim with rice for me, please.” She ordered as she placed the menu down.

It wasn’t long after the waiter left, that Taehyung suddenly insisted to dance, which caught the young woman off guard. “Dance…? Oh, well, it has been a while…” Jiyeon murmured as she got up, following the man’s lead as he led the dance, and step by step she started to get the hang of it again.

“Thank you…” Jiyeon said, her cheeks heating up at her words. There was some uncertainty bubbling up in her chest, and she was this close to asking him if he really meant that? If he never seen more beautiful girls than her? If she was truly beautiful to him? But she decided against it.

It was probably best to be on her best behavior this vacation.

“You look really handsome tonight, so handsome to me.” Jiyeon replied back, a smile tugging on her lips as she looked up at him— was that okay? Wasn’t that too cheeky? Was it too much? She scanned his face, there was no sign of anger or displeasure… rather, there was something else.

Taehyung looked so… in love. His gaze made her feel light headed, as if she was floating on a bunch of clouds. Her pounding heart being the anchor that kept her grounded and in the now, and before she could say anything else, he continued to speak.

His words, the next sweeter than the other, were like music to her ears, and she found herself wanting to hear more and more, each sentence making her heart pound a second faster, each of his touches causing her body to heat up more, each kiss leaving her wanting more.

But then, a black box was pulled out of his pocket, holding a beautiful ring.

You are going to marry me, become mine and mine alone. My perfect wife….

His… wife? Jiyeon let out a gasp, looking at Taehyung in disbelief, before she looked down at their hands, watching him slide the ring on her finger, her hand trembling.

“Oh my god.” She only managed to stammer. Taehyung wanted to marry her, this wasn’t some trick? Something sinister?

Tears built up in her eyes, even though she was not sure why… was it because she was touched by it all? How Taehyung had set up this whole vacation to propose to her? Or is it the fact that she had never imagined herself as a wife? Her dream was always to travel the world, grow in her journalism career and get the chance to network with influential journalists all over, learn English and dive into international journalism, make her grandparents proud as she appears in magazines and stands on the stage to receive multiple awards congratulating her excellence in journalism…

But all of that faded when Taehyung sealed her fate with another kiss, one Jiyeon didn’t want to end. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, and she kissed him back, her eyes closed as time stood still; nothing mattered to her more than him just now.

He wanted her, he would never leave her nor ditch her for another woman, he said it himself…

Till death do us part.

This was all too much, what a night it has been. Jiyeon felt dizzy and light headed, yet her body wanted more. It was addictive, to be loved in this manner, to be wanted in this way…

Her grip on him tightened as she also deepened the kiss, not wanting the moment to end.

Her body wanted more than just the kiss. She could feel her body ask for more than just his lips.

But then, suddenly, his warmth tore away from her and the waiter entered the area with their meals.

Right, they were here for the food after all.

Jiyeon couldn’t help but click her tongue, stopping herself just in time from shooting a glare at the poor waiter, before she looked up at Taehyung and nodded. “Yeah… let’s.” She allowed him to lead her back to the table, but before she sat down, she wrapped her arms around him, resting her cheek against his chest, soaking in his warmth a little more before she sat down.

“The food looks amazing.” Jiyeon noted— even the plate’s presentation was set up in the smallest details, the cutlery were in a golden color but Jiyeon wasn’t sure whether it was just the finish or if they were indeed made of 100% gold…

But the ring caught her attention more than anything else.

“Yes, I’m excited…” Atleast… she thinks she was. “The ring is beautiful— did you get it here? I-I am not asking the price or anything, I am just curious…” Jiyeon promptly explained, hoping that it didn’t seem like she was being greedy or too nosey, but his answer surprised her. “Miss Hayoung?” She looked up from the ring, surprised that the source of it came from the woman who didn’t seem to be that impressed by her— did she misunderstood?

“Does that mean… she likes me? She gave you that ring… because she would like me as her daughter in law, right?” Truthfully -Jiyeon didn’t know if she could tell Taehyung this- the woman didn’t seem like the type to give off such an important family heirloom if she was disapproving of who Taehyung chose, so she somewhat liked her, right? “I will make sure to thank her when we see her again…”

—

After their eventful day out, the newly engaged couple returned to the hotel.

“Uhm.. should I take it off before I shower? How about when I go to sleep?” Jiyeon asked as she glanced down at her wedding ring once again. “I wouldn’t want to damage it…” She slid the ring off, it felt heavy, it definitely was pure ruby, and she put it down on the night stand.

Jiyeon grabbed one of the towels, pausing when she entered the bathroom. “Taehyung…?” She called out as she turned, walking over to him and reaching out for his hand. “Would you like to take a bath together?” She asked. “But.. uhm, if you don’t want to, it’s alright…” She commented, the grip on his hand lightening.

[🎙️]

This evening was perfect, going better than he could’ve imagined.

“The ring is beautiful — did you get it here? I-I am not asking the price or anything, I am just curious…”

A soft chuckle rumbled in Taehyung’s chest. “It’s a family heirloom, been with us for almost a hundred years. It came from Halmeoni.”

“Miss Hayoung? Does that mean… She likes me?”

“Mhm.” The man hummed in response, a finger gliding over the handle of his drink, but his eyes never tore away from her across the table. “She quite likes you, she thinks you’re meant to be by my side.”

“I will make sure to thank her when we see her again…”

Jiyeon was meant to be in their family, as if her fate was written in the stars long before she knew it.

“Good girl.” Taehyung’s lips curved with a smile before taking a sip of his champagne.

—

The hotel door clicked shut behind them, beeping twice.

Taehyung stepped closer to his fiancee, pulling his coat from her shoulders.

“Uhm.. should I take it off before I shower? …”

“Always.” Taehyung answered, arms wrapping around the girl’s waist. “When you shower, sleep, wash your hands. I’ll have a place for you to put it safely when we are back home.” He placed a kiss on the top of her shoulder before pulling away.

“Taehyung…?”

“Yes, sweetheart?” He spoke, turning back towards her, only to smile from her question.

Who would he be to deny such a request on their celebratory night?

She was learning what he wanted from her, how she was meant to behave.

And she was doing it all so willingly.

“Get everything ready, I’ll be there in a minute.” He nodded towards the bathroom, before making his way out to the balcony.

“I’m glad you called, Taehyung. How did your evening go?”

“It was perfect.” Taehyung watched the moonlight dance on the water beneath him. “It went better than I thought it could’ve.”

“How did she behave? Did she cry?”

“She was on her best behaviour.” Twisted pride swelled in his chest as he remembered her reaction; the way her eyes sparkled seeing the ring. She didn’t protest, didn’t throw a tantrum. “She didn’t resist even slightly.”

“It’s like Jiyeon was wanting this all along.. Oh! I knew she was perfect for this family. I am so happy for you, jageun holangi.”

After wrapping up the phone call with his grandmother, Taehyung followed back inside, joining his fiancee in the bath.

Steam crept in from the bathroom when they were finished.

Their bodies wrapped in silk robes.

“Come here.” Taehyung called Jiyeon away from what she was doing, beckoning her over with his finger. “Have a drink with me.” Pouring a bit of scotch into each glass, he picked up his. “Should we toast?” He teased, leaning in to whisper. “To our happy future. Together, forever, hm?”

First a clink of their glasses before the liquid scorched on its way down, but it hardly phased him. Taehyung’s attention caught elsewhere, like a fish trapped in a net.

His eyes travelled down the girl’s frame, from the top of her damp locks, down her legs. A few, yet sparse beads of water still dripping down.

“.. Go sit on the bed.” Taehyung ordered, watching as she perfectly obeyed his wish. Setting down his cup, he trailed up to her. “You’re such a good girl for me, listening so well.” He lifted her chin to look at him, his thumb trailing across her bottom lip. “So obedient for me..”

How was she not meant to be his?

After everything that’s happened, how quickly she’s learned to submit to him.

Their story was written by fate; they were meant to be together.

Taehyung leaned down before stealing her lips in a kiss, robbing the air from her lungs. “Lay down.” He ordered again, breathless himself before suppressing a smirk as she obeyed once more. He followed suit, crawling on top of her, trailing kisses along her jaw. “You’re so perfect for me, sweetheart.” Trailing down her neck as his hands untied the band at her waist. “And so beautiful.” He pushed apart the fabric, trailing his kisses even lower. Lips grazing her collarbone. “Even if no one else see’s it.” Down her stomach. “My hidden beauty.”

Taehyung lowered himself to his knees. His eyes stayed glued to her honey brown ones. A hand trailed down her thigh before lifting it to rest on his shoulder. “Put your hands by your head. That’s it. Stay still, sweetheart. Keep being a good girl for me and you’ll get a treat.”

His lips teased up her inner thigh, before wandering to her sweet spot.

His hands firmly held her hips, his fingers digging in as her moans filled the air like melodies.

What a beautiful sound, driving him insane.

His eyes never tore away from her frame, watching every twitch, every expression. The way her back arched from his movements, her fingers gripping the sheets.

Even if she wanted to hide it, he knew how good she was feeling.

But before a new high wave through her body, he pulled away. “Doesn’t that feel good, Jiyeonnie?” He taunted, peppering kisses along her inner thigh. “Tell me who you belong to.” His fingertips tickled circles on her hips. “Tell me how good you’ll be, how happy you are to be my wife.” He hummed at her words, yet some inside, something primal, animalistic inside of him wasn’t satisfied yet. “Thank me for finding you, for making you mine. Thank me for making you feel this good.”

Only after the words he wanted to hear left her lips, did he let the girl unravel around his tongue.

Taehyung breathlessly chuckled, crawling back on top of her. “So beautiful you are..” He brushed the hair from her face before dropping his head back towards her neck. His lips began peppering kisses once again.

“You’re not getting tired already, are you Jiyeonnie?” A free hand began to loosen the knot around his waist. “You don’t think our night is over now, do you?”

He had been forcing himself back from her for so long, caging his wants, his temptations.

Now, he didn’t need to anymore.

Not with her becoming his, forever.

—

Moonlight spilled in between the curtains.

Weighted breaths filled the air.

“Really such a good girl for me.” Taehyung whispered, lifting her chin to meet her eyes. “I love you, my perfect girl.” His lips pressed against her forehead before pulling away. “Get some sleep, we have things to do tomorrow.”

Tomorrow. Their first day together, for the rest of their lives.

The mattress shifted as his weight laid beside her. Wrapping his arms around Jiyeon’s waist, he pulled her into his chest, burying his face in her hair.

[moondustbooks]

Yes! Especially if the series hasn't all been released yet.

Do you ever procrastinate starting a series you’re 90% certain you’ll enjoy? Because same

[rosiesfables]

Auren drinking wine to deal with all of King M*das’ bull shit. I FINALLY finished Gleam and 😱 I adore this series so much. So uhh yeah more fanart. 😌✨

[feraltuxedo]

Oh look I made another cover... this one for my first and quite possibly only attempt at kid fic:

Fledging by FeralTuxedo M, 53381 words. Summary: Cool Dad was at the school gate again. Clambering out of his ridiculous sports car like a great big spider, all black denim and designer sunglasses. What a prat. He made his way towards the entrance, followed by his equally lanky son. All the mums' eyes were on him. Which was fine. At least they weren't staring at Aziraphale for a change. Cool Dad high-fived his son goodbye, because of course he did, then sauntered back to his car. Making it look so bloody easy. Aziraphale Fell is much too young to be looking after eleven-year old Pepper. He barely has his life together as it is, with his minimum-wage job and a half-baked dream of trading rare books for a living. And as if adopting a recently bereaved pre-teen isn’t enough, there are some rather more adult problems to navigate: playground politics, the shadows of his own childhood, and the growing question of how Crowley, the only other dad at the school gate, feels about him.

Excerpt below.

Aziraphale reached the street corner and looked up to cross. A sleek black two-seater stopped right in front of him. The window wound down, revealing a pair of sunglasses.

‘Hiya. Want a lift anywhere?’

Cool Dad pointed at the empty passenger seat.

‘Um,’ Aziraphale said.

Fantastic. Very articulate. Cool Dad leaned across the gear stick and pushed the passenger door open, making the decision for him. Automatically, Aziraphale got in the car. He regretted it almost immediately. Sitting this close to him, he noticed just how attractive the man was. Sharp cheekbones, long nose, wavy hair the colour of rust. Hot Dad as well as Cool Dad.

‘So?’ he said, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. ‘Where d’you need to go?’

Aziraphale tore his gaze away from the man and looked straight ahead onto the road.

‘Oh, yes. Into town, if that’s all right. The Asda car park, if you wouldn’t mind. Thank you so much, I really do appreciate it.’

Before he’d finished talking, the car accelerated. There was the unpleasant swoop of inertia in Aziraphale’s stomach. He dug his fingers into the expensive leather of the seat. The car glid along the road almost noiselessly.

‘You’re new here,’ said Cool Dad, incomprehensibly keen on making small talk. ‘Been seeing you all this week. Not trying to be creepy or anything, but you’re the only other bloke at the gate.’

‘Yes, I did notice that. You, me, and a hundred mums. Pepper’s new at the school. She’s in Year 7.’

Cool Dad whistled.

‘Your daughter’s the notorious Pepper Fell?’

‘Actually, she’s not my— wait, why notorious?’

He took a hand off the steering wheel to scratch his neck. His nails left faint red streaks along his jawline. Aziraphale forced his eyes back on the road. They had nearly reached the centre now.

‘Er, I probably shouldn’t tell on her if she’s not talked to you about it, but… yeah. You probably want to know what she’s been up to. It’s actually hilarious.’

The fact that five days into her new school career she was already known as the ‘notorious Pepper Fell’ was worrying indeed. For heaven’s sake. He was so out of his depth.

Cool Dad glanced sideways at him. ‘You free at all this morning? You look like you could do with a strong coffee and I’ve got the morning off, so...’

With compliments to my under-eye circles, thought Aziraphale. The to-do list was burning a hole in his pocket. Taking the day off had cost him already. He needed to get everything done today or he’d have to take another holiday next week, and Gabriel would hate that. He looked at Cool Dad next to him, shaded eyes flitting back and forth between the passenger seat and the road ahead. A small smile played around his lips. A smile or a smirk, hard to tell. And still, he’d been the only person so far this week to show him any kindness. To offer help. A ride and a coffee. And damn, Aziraphale deserved to sit in a café opposite a good-looking man after the week he’d had.

‘Yes,’ he said, stomach swooping again. Probably from the rather abrupt halt at the traffic light. ‘I’m free.’

[alpaca-clouds]

Pain

Fandom: Castlevania (Netflix)

Shipping: Hector/Lenore

Genre: Drama (with bits of smut)

Length: 2015 words

Hector sighed, standing in front of her room. It was four days now. Four days, since Isaac had taken over. Four chaotic days.

He had hoped that she would calm down, once she would be back in her own room, but she had not. Maybe understandable. He had betrayed her. But then again, the same had been true the other way around, had it not?

Another sigh, before he knocked. He wanted to fix this. Somehow. He wanted to fix it. He could not bear the coldness in her eyes, when she looked at him, and the darkness clouding her voice when she spoke.

“It's not like I can keep you out.” Her voice came from inside the room.

As he opened the door – lifting the spell that kept it shut – he looked inside. “I would not come in if you forbade it.”

To this she did not reply. Instead, her eyes darted to the tablet he was carrying. “Why even bother with that?”

While the kitchens were still working slow, they were somehow working. Even though a lot of the organization in the castle was in total disrepair. Hector kind of hated it. Because he wanted to have some quiet time and instead, he ended up helping with a lot of organizing. Because other than Isaac he knew the castle – and the people who had survived the attack.

“I thought you liked it. To enjoy food.”

“It is not as if it saturates me,” she replied.

“But I thought it was what everything was about. Eternal life.”

Her nose wrinkled as she contorted her face into a bitter expression. “There is nothing to enjoy in a cage.”

He still did not know what to say about that. After all, when all this had started he had been in a cage. It was what she had expected him to endure. When all of this had started… He looked at his hand. The wound was still hurting, though he somehow managed to live with it. It was better than slavery, he assumed.

Putting the tablet down on the table, he hesitated. “It is only going to be for a while. Isaac does not trust you right now. Just as you did not trust me without the ring.”

“And then what, Hector? What if I've earned his trust. What then? Am I going to serve under the lucky King Isaac until…” She shook her head in agitation, staring at him.

He sighed. Once more his gaze glid to his hand. He could not bring himself to voice the obvious answer: ‘You could just leave.’ Because he did not want her to leave. He wanted her to stay. By his side. He wanted to be with her. To spend time with her. He wanted…

He could not say any of this either. Because right now it was not what she wanted to hear.

It was strange, really. During those entire five weeks between her enslaving him and Isaac's attack, he had never once set foot into her room. Even now he was not sure what he had expected. Opulence, probably. Something big. Filled with luxuries. But to his surprise it was rather simple. There was a bed with a canopy, a sofa, a wardrobe, and a small table. Nothing more. A simple red carpet covered the floor. It was just not, what he had expected.

She was sitting on the sofa. A book in her hand. Though it did not seem as if she was really reading.

Slowly he dared going over to her, sitting by her side. He put out a hand – his injured hand – putting it onto hers, only to have it pushed away.

“Don't, Hector,” she whispered, not even looking at him.

Maybe he had been naïve the entire time. Maybe? No, of course he had been. But it had been the only thing keeping him going. He wanted to be with her. He really wanted to. Just stay here, by her side. Forever.

Her eyes now paused at the tablet. There was a plate on it with some pancakes, some jelly and tea. As she stared at it, she spoke again. “I am hungry, Hector.”

“Well, that's why I…”

She turned to him. “No. I am hungry!”

He sighed, only now understanding it. He did not know what to reply. Vampires did not need as much blood as people assumed. But he did not know when she had eaten the last time. After all, things had been hectic during the last few weeks. So, who knew what had been going on during all the hours he had not been with her.

It was another logistical issue they would need to solve. Because in the end, they would need to keep a few vampires around. And just allowing them to go on killing did not seem like a wise decision.

He looked at her for a long time, before opening his shirt. “You can drink from me for now.” Even with everything happening, he still should be able to take of the edge of her hunger.

Her expression was still bitter. “What if I kill you?”

“I trust you, that you won't.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Because I am naïve, I assume.” What else was there to say? The truth was, that he did not know whether she would kill him or not. She had said that she cared about him, but who knew what that was supposed to mean. People would care about their horses and still slaughter them during a harsh winter.

She chuckled, though there was no humor in it. Pushing her knees beneath herself she leaned against him, her lips hovering over his neck for a few seconds. Only then did she bite him.

A low grunt escaped him, because it hurt. It actually hurt. His good hand grabbed onto her dress, as he could feel her sucking his blood. In the end he also knew one thing: Vampire bites only ever hurt if the vampire wanted it to.

Maybe it was fair, though. Maybe this was punishment for betraying her.

He closed his eyes, simply enduring. His head was getting lighter, as the blood left him. He could not say whether she was taking too much or not, whether she was actually trying to kill him. But what did it matter, in the end? What did it matter.

Yet, almost to his surprise, she broke apart from him, looking at him. “Why?”

His lips quivered, as he put his hand onto her cheek. He was fairly certain he was in love with this woman, even if it meant that he had just fallen for an elaborate scheme. He knew she did not want to hear it, though, she did not want to hear any of it.

Still, she leaned into his touch, holding onto his arm and closing her eyes. She took a few deep breaths, before she moved, her lips pressing against his.

He could taste the bitter flavor of blood on them – his own blood – and yet found himself returning the hungry kiss, as she now grabbed his shirt. There was no elegance in it, when she just ripped it apart, her fingers gliding over his chest. A few times her claws broke his skin, but never deeply enough to actually injure him. She pushed him against the sofa, her kiss still greedy, before she looked at him.

[There is some sexy stuff from here, so off to Ao3 you go.]

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