#i never glid before

[spilladabalia]

Gong - I Never Glid Before - Live 1973

[petr1kov]

one day i became suddenly obsessed with hearing a weird song i came across on youtube but all i could remember about it was the fact that it had a 70s band in a circle with baby crying noises in the background in the beginning of the video and then performing while dressed like gnomes. so this is what my search history looked like

[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.

———

[1997starcandy]

jfk x jackie one-shots!

noticed that many of you on here wanted more jfk x jackie fics and i did too and so i waited but got a little impatient and thought, why not write some myself!!! anyway, i’ve never done this before and tried my best to stay true to history and their real-life counterparts. i hope i don’t disappoint and most of these were, unfortunately, quite rushed and messy with minimal proof so i apologize in advance :(((

“miss bouvier?” a young assistant, barely out of college, held out an envelope with a sheepish smile. “a man in a suit dropped this off for you. he said it was important.”

jackie thanked her before taking the envelope and watching her disappear down the hall. what was it now? she thought, trying to breathe through the headache pounding behindher eyes.

she’d been late - the cab she’d rushed to catch broke down halfway, and by th time she arrived at the office, she was already behind on a deadline. even the typewriter seemed determined to conspire against her, jamming so often she’d nearly tossed it out the window. by two o’ clock, her blouse had wrinkled and had been stained with blotches of coffee. really, she’d had half a mind to cancel the whole afternoon, but just when she thought she might’ve been at wit’s end, she recognized the scrawl across the front of the telegram.

AM TRYING TO GET THROUGH A REPORT, BUT YOU, JACQUELINE, HAVE ME SO DISTRACTED I’VE HARDLY GOT THE FAINTEST CLUE WHAT I’M READING. IF THE COUNTRY FALLS APART, IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT.

IT’S MUCH TOO DULL COUNTING DOWN THE MINUTES. PLEASE HURRY AND RELIEVE THIS POOR SENATOR OF HIS AGONY.

JACK

she leaned back in her chair and read it again, unable to suppress the smile that followed. trust jack to send something that, despite being equal parts ridiculous and endearing, was exactly what she needed. 

whatever else the day had in store, she’d learn to manage it somehow. and if she couldn’t, well, she supposed jack could shoulder the blame this time. 

the car was too fast for jackie’s liking, but she didn’t mind. 

jack had picked her up outside her office shortly after four, his car parked half a block away, engine idling, as if he hadn’t wanted to attract too much attention. 

“i thought you and i could use an escape for a while,” he said, his mouth curling into a half-smile once she’d settled into her seat.

an escape, she mused quietly - but he didn’t need to explain. by that point, jackie had learned that jack kennedy never really asked. he suggested, he beckoned, and people followed. 

the air carried the chill of autumn, though the sun was still warm enough to glid everything it touched. her scarf fluttered against her cheek as the wind rushed past, and she reached up to hold it in place. a new hermès - navy and gold, bought impulsively, the colors complementing the neat suit she’d worn to work that morning.

jack reached over, his fingers brushing lightly against her cheek as he tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. his touch lingered there for just a moment, soft and purposeful. “you’re not nervous, are you?” he asked, his tone light but probing. 

“of course not,” she said, though hemr own fingers betrayed her, curling tightly around the edge of her seat. 

he laughed then, the kind that felt like it wasn’t mean to disarm you but did anyway. “good. because there’s no going slow in this life, jackie. not if you want to get anywhere worth going.”

she studied his profile for a moment - sharp, assured, touched by the glow of the setting sun. he had a recklessness to him, but it was oddly measured and thoughtful in a way that came from someone who knew exactly how far he could push before the world would bend to meet him. 

“where are we going, then?” she asked, trying to match his nonchalance while ignoring the thrill seeping in. 

“you’ll see.”

she wanted to tell him she was already there - that sitting next to him felt like the kind of adventure she’d spent her life waiting for. but she didn’t. maybe another time. instead, she leaned back and loosened her grip on the seat until her hands were flying around the fabric of his suit, laughing as she mentioned something about him needing to work on his style - and him brushing off the comment with a casual flick of his finger at his collar - before adjusting the pearl clip that held her hair in place and letting the wind tangle through the strands as the car surged forward, its force as electric as the man driving it.

meeting the kennedys was like stepping into another world - a loud, chaotic, and impossibly magnetic one. jack’s siblings filled the house with noise and energy, while jackie was still trying to get her bearings when they were all ushered to ethe dinner table. 

before they sat down, jack said to jackie with a grin, “they’re like sharks. if they sense weakness, you’re chum.” 

“thanks, jack. very reassuring.” 

she smoothed her dress and straightened up, glancing at him. “do you think ‘sweet jackie’ could perfect this? oh, i never thought about it that way! my, mrs. kennedy, what lovely china! is that limoges?” 

jack snorted and leaned in, just a bit - “what about ‘just jackie’?” came his suggestion. 

she smiled and relaxed. “i like that.” 

everyone took their seats, and for a while, jackie let their conversation stack all up on one another. it wasn’t long before bobby leaned over, his grin conspiratorial. “so, jackie,” he said, loud enough to draw the room’s attention, “how do you put up with my brother?” 

‘just jackie’ didn’t miss a beat. “selective hearing,” she said lightly, raising her glass fora sip of her cocktail, “and a lot of prayer.” 

the table erupted into laughter, even jack, who was shaking his head. “you’ll fit in just fine,” he murmured to her afterwards, reaching under the table to briefly squeeze her hand.

jack had asked jackie to be his date to eisenhower’s inaugural ball, and she found herself accepting surprisingly quickly. how could she reject an evening spent in jack’s company? it was hard to say no to him, but of course, she’d never let him know that. 

when she stepped into the main rolm, she noticed jack’s eyes on her immediately. he was standing by the door, looking impossibly calm for someone who had been waiting pins and needles for her to show up. his expression didn’t betray him - his hands were tucked casually in his pockets, his shoulders relaxed - but the moment she began walking towards him, he softened just the slightest, and she wondered if he was even seeing anyone else.

“christ, jackie…”

she couldn’t help smiling, tilting her head just enough to flatter him. “good or bad?”

“good. good,” he said quickly. “it’s just you.”

she slid her arm through his and followed his steps. “well, don’t let the rest of the room think it’s just me.”

“never. you always did that part yourself.”

they wove through the crowd for a while, exchanging nods and polite greetings. at one point, jackie felt slightly overwhelmed by all the formality - and wondered how people like jack could do this forever and not lose the will to live - but jack’s proximity had a way of keeping her grounded. eventually, they ended up in the ballroom, where the orchestra struck up a waltz that seemed far more elegant than either of them. still, they tried. jack wasn’t the most graceful dancer - his movements were a bit stiff, his rhythm half a step off - but jackie didn’t care the slightest. in fact, she found herself laughing as he spun her a little too quickly, sending her off balance and nearly collidin g with another couple.

“jack!” she gasped, clutching his shoulder to steady herself. “if you do that again, you might ruin my shoes.”

“don’t worry,” he said, his grin unrepentant. “i’ve no problem buying you new ones.”

“oh, aren’t you presumptuous…” she teased. 

“no. actually, i might ruin a lot of things for you, jackie - shoes, plans, maybe even a heart or two. but i promise, i’ll always replace them with something better.”

she wasn’t entirely sure what he meant, but the way he said it eased her enough that she didn’t feel compelled to pick it apart. 

as the night wore on and the crowd thinned, jack and jackie slipped away to a quieter, more secluded corner near a marble column. he loosened his bowtie, his fingers tugging at it until it hung undone around his collar. he leaned back, his energy simmering but still jack - not the senator, not the kennedy, just the man who, when he was with her, gave her all his time and attention. 

“did you have fun?” 

“i did,” she said, walking over beside him, and she doesn’t think she’d ever meant anything more.

he turned towards her slightly. “jackie.”

“yes?”

“would it be presumptuous of me if i kissed you?”

she hesitated for just a moment. then, tilting her chin up ever so slightly - “extremely.”

he kissed her then, his hand brushing lightly against her cheek. his lips were warm and firm but not insistent, the scent of him - cologne and the faintest hint of smoke - leaving jackie spellbound. his touch was steady, his thumb grazing her jaw, and when he finally pulled back, she found herself breathless, her hands on the lapel of his jacket, her heart racing in a way she had both fully expected and yet completely failed to prepare for.

“i told you id ruin something.”

she laughed softly, shaking her head. “and what do you plan on replacing it with?”

“guess you’ll have to stick around and find out.”

and against all better judgment, she knew she would.

mr. kennedy had orchestrated every detail to perfection, but none of the grandeur mattered - not the flowers arranged just so, not the orchestra playing as though the fate of western civilization rested on their tempo, not the battalion of photographers angling for posterity - because all she could see was jack. after the ceremony, the newlyweds stepped out of the cathedral into a sunlight so fierce that it felt as thoughthe heavens had chosen to celebrate alongside everyone else. the crowd roared, the church bells clanged, but for the life of her, she couldn’t summon the usual concern over how they looked or what anyone thought. she was just happy, and that felt sufficient. 

the cake towered like something out of a fairy tale - four feet tall, each tier wrapped in ornate, sugary icing that looked more like embroidery and seemed too delicate to cut. but tradition waits for no art, and cut it they did, jack’s hand covering jackie’s gloved one as they worked the knife through the first layer. everyone gathered around the table broke into applause, followed by a cacophony of laughter when jack smeared the faintest dab of frosting on jackie’s wrist before brushing it off with a chaste kiss. next came the toasts - kind words from family and friends, some touching, others ribbing. jack gave a toast of his own, standing tall and proud with a glass in hand as he thanked everyone for sharing in “the happiest day of his life.” 

the remainder of september 12 felt like a dream, the kind you never want to wake from. a s the hours passed and the crowd began to thin, the music softened into a light refrain. 

~

the newlyweds retreated at last, their laughter echoing throughout the long, quiet hallway leading to their suite. 

“do you think they’ll notice we’re gone?” jackie asked, glancing over her shoulder as if expecting someone to be hot on their heels, ready to report their escape. 

“let them. they’ve had enough of us for one day.” 

shelaughed, leaning slightly into him as they continued walking, though she could hardly take another step with the puff of her dress weighing her down. “jack, this feels like sneaking out of school.” 

“if we’re caught, i’ll just say my wife made me do it.” 

when they reached the door, jack pushed it open and stepped aside to let her in first. “mrs. kennedy, your palace awaits.” 

she wasted no time in kicking off her shoes, the sound of them hitting the floor strangely satisfying after such an exhausting yet exhilarating day. “if i don’t lie down right now, i might collapse,” she said, sinking onto the edge of the bed with a dramatic sigh. 

jack closed the door, his tie askew and his hair slightly wild now, looking less like the polished groom from earlier and more like the jack she knew best. 

“tired already?”

“you should try spending hours in this dress. it’s a miracle i haven’t fainted.” 

“do you want me to call someone to carry you to bed? a secret service agent, perhaps?”

she rolled her eyes. “very funny.” 

“let me help you get comfortable.” he deftly began undoing the buttons of her dress, each one coming undone as the dress slid off her shoulders and pooled around her feet, leaving her in her slip. 

“comfortable yet?”

“not quite…” 

he kneeled down in front of her, his fingers grazing her ankle as he began unfastening the clasp of her stocking. he worked slowly, his gaze flickering up to meet hers every so often, as if to test her. 

“you’re taking your time.”

“that’s the idea,” he murmured, moving to her other leg and tracing a light path up her calf before sliding the second stocking off with a slowness that felt all too maddening. when he finished, his hands smoothed up her thighs, pausing at the hem of her slip. “better?” 

“almost.” 

a few heavenly seconds passed, then - “jack?”

“mmm?”

“i love you.” 

the change in him was immediate, as if her words had ignited a fire within him. he slid his hands higher, gripping her waist firmly as he pulled her closer to the edge of the bed. he kissed her deeper, harder, and broke the kiss only long enough to look at her intently, his breath warm against her cheek. “you’re incredible, you know that?” 

he leaned back then, his hands lingering on the straps of her slip. “you don’t need this anymore, do you?” she shook her head as he slid the straps down her shoulders, the silky fabric sliding slowly over her skin. then he worked his way down her body with deliberate care, kneeling between her legs, his hands pressing against her thighs as he loitered sensual kisses to the inside of her knee, trailing higher with each gasp she released. 

“jack,” she whispered. 

“would you like me to stop?”

“never.” she was about to say something else but could no longer find her voice as she was lost in the trance of his hands, his mouth.

“i love you too,” he said softly. “and i… am about to show you just how much.”

he was everywhere this time, his movements raw and desperate, as though he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. her hands found his hair, his back, his shoulders - anything she could reach, really - pulling his bare chest closer to her own as his name fell from her lips.

for a second, her mind drifted. so many people, so much to manage, so many little things she still had to think about - the thank-you notes she’d need to write, the calls to return, the endless appointments, the new life ahead of her that she would share with jack.  

but those thoughts faded as quickly as they came. none of those things mattered, at least not right now. for once, everything else could wait.

[pinkofatom]

I 🩷 high-heels

You sorted through your mail. Nothing noteworthy rushed through your hands. Bills, notices flashed in front of you. Until an inviting pink stopped you. The color called out to your inner girl. It looked so cute.

Without any hesitance you flipped it over. A bright heart caught your breath. Minutes you stared at it. Then you finally read the message: "I 🩷 heels".

Heels. Your heart fluttered. Yet you didn't like heels. Blinking you read the words again: "I 🩷 heels".

A picture formed in your head, of your legs in a pair of pumps, strutting in them like a professional. Then it vanished. Your heart skipped a beat. You imagined wearing heels. And you smiled, liking how you looked in them.

Your mind felt fuzzy. No that was wrong. You shook your head. You didn't like heels. But your gaze flowed over the words: "I 🩷 heels".

You nodded, smiling, as you felt yourself agree. "Yes I like heels". A memory flashed in your mind, of you sitting at work, in high heels. Your eyes glazed as you felt your pussy moistening.

The pink paper shimmered in front of your eyes. A feeling of happiness and arousal overcame you, and your mouth moved without a conscious thought: "I love heels."

It was true. Squirming you shuffled your feet. Flat soles scrached the floor. A frown formed on your lips. Dazed you read once more: "I 🩷 heels". Heels were amazing. High heels. High heeled pumps.

You imagined walking in a pair, looking hot, and feeling confident. You looked up. The mail laid forgotten on the table. A need grew in your stomach. It demanded heels. It needed them.

Without thinking about it, you walked towards your bedroom. You needed to get those shoes on your feet. High-heels. Towering heels. Flat shoes felt so uncomfortable. Why did you ever think they were right? Why did you ever wear them?

The thought vanished as soon as your gaze landed on your wardrobe. Your hand glided over the wooden surface. Inside you knew, it was what you wanted, what you needed. A click echoed in your mind as you opened the door.

You stared into your wardrobe. A moan flew out from deep within. Your eyes fluttered from shoe to shoe, each of them so inviting and sexy. It made your heart flutter. How could you not love them?

Your mind filled with the images, of you standing in high heels. Of walking in high heels. Of strutting in high heels. You felt aroused, you felt horny.

Hasty you ripped the boring ugly flats from your feet. They were useless. You should never wear them again. No, never, only high-heeled pumps from now on. Only them. Always them.

A moan escaped from you, as your hands reached out. A red shiny stiletto called you, with it's sharp heel, it's elegant upper. The slim straps spoke of sophistication, of sexyness. And your heart throbbed, as you picked it up.

"Hello darling," you breathed. "How much I missed you," your fingers glided over it's surface, "my gorgeous little toy."

With your gaze fixed on it, you caressed it like you would a lover, your fingers tenderly, carefully touching the shiny surface. You bent down, and kissed it, a soft kiss on it's tip. You could swear it kissed you back. A moan echoed from your throat. Your knees buckled. The stiletto throbbed in your hands, while you fell down. You didn't even notice. You were lost in the beauty of the heel.

With trembling legs you lifted up your foot, and with trembling fingers you guided your shoe on to your foot. As the straps closed around it, the heel between your foot and the floor, you groaned. The shoe felt good, so good on your foot. Your eyes rolled up, while the shoe seemed to adjust itself to you.

"Oh yes," the words fell from you lips. Your hand glid over your leg, over your heel. It felt amazing, like nothing before. It felt right.

Your hand glid down your other foot. Your bare sole touched the carpet, as naked as a new born baby. Your mouth stood open, and your eyes widened. It felt so wrong.

It needed a high-heeled pump. Now! Your hands grasped for the other shoe. You couldn't let it suffer. Not any longer. Bliss rushed through your veins as another red pump caressed your skin. A shiver ran up your body, and you gasped. You couldn't live without them ever again. How did you ever manage to live without heels?

A moan echoed from deep in your body, as you felt a sudden rush of arousal. You needed more. You wanted more. You strutted back to the card. The message shined in the dim light, it's bright colors and bold words calling out to your heart, "I 🩷 heels".

A wetness gathered in your panties, and you rubbed your legs together, as you stared at the card, it's words filling you.

With a sultry smirk you left your home. Hips rolling as you strode.

You had to buy more heels. You loved high-heels.

[siravalondulac]

sapphire steel | chapter one - a visitor

j. snow x fem!oc

summary: one night, a strange woman shows up in jon's chambers

tags: smut (f/m, rough sex, oral (m receiving), p in v), dubious consent, canon divergence - rhaegar won the trident

word count: 2499

author's note: in this au, rhaegar won the battle of the trident and became king. lyanna still died, and rhaegar mostly abandoned jon because he wanted a visenya, but still made him live in king's landing. cersei died birthing a daughter no one knows the father of. aegon, rhaenys, and elia are alive and in the red keep.

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The cold night air stung against his skin and the alcohol burned his throat. Every new gust of wind moved his robe this way and that, exposing his bare chest to the snowflakes falling onto his balcony.

Jon wished it would kill him. But his father always said he was the blood of the dragon - he would not die from the cold.

He wished it would kill him, too. His father, King Rhaegar Targaryen, banisher of the attempted usurper, who had caused a rebellion only to crush it later on. It had been him who had cursed Jon to this wretched life, the black dragon of his otherwise perfect court.

If only he were allowed to leave.

He took another swig of his bottle.

Such had become his routine. During the day he would get reminded of his doomed bastard blood that had almost brought the realm to ruin, and during the night he would attempt to drown the stares of the courtiers in alcohol and whores.

A knock sounded on the door.

He groaned and threw his head against the stone he was leaning against, yet stayed conscious.

Another knock.

Perhaps the time had come for him to jump off his balcony and take a burden off his father's shoulder.

A third knock, then the door opened and someone stepped inside.

“Go away!”

He was not in the mood for a lecture from his father, or pity tears from his brother, or sorrowful looks from his sister.

Whoever had entered his room made no sound, did not try to talk to him. Perhaps a new tactic by his father? He looked around the stone pillar, ready to curse him out, yet no word left his mouth as he beheld the figure.

A woman. With blonde hair. Dressed in red.

He wanted to laugh. Another attempt by his father to keep him off the Street of Silk and not tarnish the reputation of his House further. This must be the, what? Tenth, eleventh noble woman to be sent his way to hopefully become his lover.

He had made a game out of it a while ago. How much could these women endure before breaking? His father never learned, he kept sending them.

What did it matter? He could use a good fuck, and at least now he did not have to walk through the freezing city to find a brothel.

Slowly, he rose to his feet and entered his room.

The woman stood unmoving beside the only lit candle, allowing him to get a proper look at her.

Her curly hair was more golden than mere blonde, spilling freely over her shoulders and down to her waist. The lines of her face were sharp, her cheekbones high and her jawline well-defined. She had pale, unmarred skin, with nary a blemish or inconsistency in sight. The deep red dress was a simple thing, yet off-the-shoulder and with a low neckline, clinging to her body.

He emptied the bottle, then smashed it to the ground.

If he had startled her, she did not show.

Carefully, like a wolf stalking its prey, he stepped towards her. She did not look at him, instead staring ahead into the endless distance. He raised a hand to let it hover over her arm, then traced the fabric. Still no reaction.

He started circling her. “Did my father send you?”

“Yes, my prince.”

Her voice was deeper than he thought, not quite fitting to a face like hers.

His hand glid through the soft curls falling down her back. “And do you know why?”

“Yes, my prince.”

“Say it.”

“I am to serve you in whatever way you choose.”

How cute. Dancing around the subject, not being able to say the filthy words his father had instructed her with. Likely one of those pious maidens who prayed to the gods every waking moment.

“What is your name?”

“Cerelle Hill, my prince.”

A bastard for a bastard, how fitting. Certainly, he carried the Targaryen name, yet not even the king's word could wash out this kind of shame.

He squinted as a wave of pain hit his head. The alcohol clearly did not work as intended anymore.

“And whose are you, Cerelle?” He drawled her name. “Perhaps the great Tywin Lannister’s?”

She did not even flinch when his hand grabbed her ass.

“His granddaughter.”

Faintly, he remembered tales of Cersei Lannister, and how she had died birthing a child no one had been able to catch sight of. Yet the haze on his mind made recalling such information difficult.

He stepped in front of her again, her gaze still directed on something far beyond him.

“Look at me.”

Her eyes snapped towards him. Their blue was bright yet cold as ice, almost seeming to glow in the dim light of his chamber. No fear laid in them. No emotion at all, if he thought about it.

“Usually my women show more enthusiasm.”

“If my prince requires me to act differently he need only say so.”

Did she mean to challenge him? Perhaps as the granddaughter of the ruthless Tywin Lannister she had caught a lesson or two. Bastard or not.

He continued his slow path around her unmoving figure, and her eyes followed him until he stood behind her.

Carelessly pushing her hair to the side he pulled at the laces of her dress, and after four, five tugs let the fabric fall freely to the ground.

She wore neither shift nor underclothes. Distantly, he wondered if that had been an instruction or her own intuition. She was thin, little flesh clinging to her bones, yet the curves of her ass and hips were enough to provide a proper hold should he grab them later on.

He let his fingers glide across her bare skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake as he stepped to her front again.

Her breasts were small yet firm, the nipples rosy and perky due to the cold wafting through the open balcony door. He let his thumb glide over one of them and then pulled, yet found no reaction in her face again.

“Are you a maiden?”

“Yes, my prince.”

Perhaps he should think of something special for her, a grander way to deflower her than what he had planned, yet found no solution through the fog settling on his mind.

The normal procedure, then.

“On your knees.”

She followed his command without question while he started unlacing his pants. Whatever this conversation had been had not aroused him in the slightest - despite the beautiful body before him - so it took a few hard tugs of his fist to make his cock stand at attention.

Cerelle watched his movements. Nothing more, just watched.

He held the head to her lips.

“Suck.”

She opened her mouth slowly, tongue peeking out, and took only the very tip inside her. Then she let it pop out.

Jon should have been annoyed at her languid pace, yet could not help his curiosity as he watched the careful movements, how she explored his dick as if it were a sharp weapon, ready to cut her at a moment's notice. She let her tongue trace his underside, applying ever so much pressure on its veins, garnering low hisses and whines from him. Then she closed her lips around his length again and he audibly groaned at the warmth. She moved back and forth slowly, every time bringing more of his cock into her mouth, the spit glistening in the light of the candle.

He was fully hard now, all the blood of his body moving towards his dick and making his legs quiver. His length throbbed, red and swollen, and he knew this had to end.

He had a reputation to defend, after all.

Her hair was soft under his fingers as he grabbed it, pulling shortly to try to make her gasp, and then slammed himself into her mouth. She gagged, her first real reaction that night.

Fucking finally.

He set a brutal pace, tightening his hold on her hair to keep her steady as he snapped his hips forward again and again, burying his dick further every time it entered her wet, hot mouth.

She had submitted to him almost instantly, opening herself up as far as possible, and then taking whatever he gave her. Tears flowed out of her eyes, mixing with the spit spilling from her mouth, but her body had no other reaction to him.

He was not remotely as quiet, moaning, cursing, grunting with every thrust, gasping whenever even the smallest part of his cock entered her tight throat. It had been too long since he had gotten his dick wet (three days) and his inexperience showed.

Too soon did he near his release, the ache in his cock almost unbearable, and he wanted nothing more than to slam himself deep, deep into Cerelle's throat and force her to swallow all of him, or even to paint her beautiful face with his spent.

Yet she was a maiden, and as such he needed to save himself for her cunt.

He quickly ripped her head back, her little gasp like music to his ears as he gripped the base of his dick tightly to prevent his release. The cold still seeping in through the open balcony door burned his cock, yet if he was uncomfortable she had to be as well.

Panting audibly, his bare chest raising and falling rapidly, he tilted Cerelle's head back.

Her open lips were red and swollen, her cheeks pink and wet with her spit and tears, yet her eyes still stared up at him. That terrifying blue, dangerous as a glacier, signaling his doom if he wasn't careful.

“On the bed.”

How she still displayed such poise after kneeling on the floor and having her poor little throat abused he did not understand, yet her walk to his bed looked close to normal. He almost fell over simply standing and watching her.

Let's see how you'll behave when I'm done with you.

He quickly discarded his robe and pants, and stumbled after her.

“On all fours.”

Her form was impeccable - straight back, head lowered, hands and knees planted firmly on the mattress. He kneeled behind her and let his hands trace the shape of her buttocks, before bringing his hand down hard on her pale skin. He slapped her again and again, until the marks had turned from pink to bright red.

The impact - echoing loudly in the otherwise quiet room - moved her body forward, yet had no more effect on her.

He lowered his hand and started rubbing quick circles on her pearl, attempting to make her at least a little wet before entering her to make it more comfortable for him.

Grabbing her hips so tightly he knew it would leave marks, he lined up his cock with her hole, and slammed his entire length inside in one thrust.

Perhaps she had cried out. He didn't know, for the feel of a warm cunt finally around his length again, especially after having to endure the freezing cold in his room, punched such a loud moan from his throat he was sure the entire castle heard.

He stayed like that, up to the hilt within her walls, dick throbbing painfully, until he was certain he had soaked up the moment completely. Then he slowly pulled out until only the tip remained inside her.

A few drops of blood were smeared on his dick, confirming her assertion that she was a maiden. Had been. He had broken her in officially now.

His grip tightened even more, fingers burying into her skin, wishing to leave permanent marks.

Without hesitating a moment more, he started violently and brutally thrusting into her, never slowing down, never stopping, never giving either of them a second's reprieve.

At some point, a gust of wind extinguished the candle, cloaking the room in darkness. He didn't care. The squelch of his cock hammering into her cunt and the feel of her tight, wet walls squeezing down on him was all he could ever need.

She held him so exquisitely, pulsating around his throbbing dick, grabbing his length so tightly he had half a mind to stop and stay still inside of her the entire night.

Cerelle never collapsed to the bed as her predecessors had always done at this point in the night. She remained hard and steadfast as ice. No sounds spilled from her mouth either, none of the whines, moans, grunts, and curses spat from his own lips.

Too soon did he near his release again. He didn't know whether to fault the alcohol, the previous stunt with Cerelle's throat, his prolonged abstinence from sex, or the cold. Or perhaps the feel of a maiden cunt around his cock.

He sped up his thrusts one final time, his hips slapping against her ass, his dick reaching deeper inside her than before.

Close, he was so close.

Jon leaned forward, planting his hands on the mattress beside hers, and bit down hard on her neck as he came.

His spent coated her inner walls as the metallic taste of blood filled his mouth, his teeth buried deep in her skin and ensuring he left a visible mark on her. No one would see his cum dripping down her legs, nor that she was no longer a maiden, but this she could not hide.

He stayed like that, bodies pressed tightly together, skin against skin, her walls tight around his cock. A small part of him wanted to continue right away, fuck her through the night and into the day until she wouldn't be able to walk for a week.

Slowly, savouring every inch of her beautiful cunt, he started pulling out. The cold grabbed ahold of him almost immediately, and he only barely avoided burying himself inside her heat again. He could tie her to him and ensure his cock would never be cold or dry again.

His dick freed himself from her hole with a plop, and he fell down on the bed beside her.

Now he wished the candle was still burning, longing to see her face - had she cried, did she look at him with hatred or awe, how red were her cheeks? Or did she wear her neutral expression again, one that not even such violent sex could punch off her?

The mattress moved, then he heard her slowly walk across the stone floor. Some shuffling.

He pulled a blanket over his body, curling up on his side.

“Tomorrow. Same time.”

He would have snow in his room when he awoke, yet he didn't care.

“Yes, my prince.”

Light fell through the small gap created by the open door, yet she was gone before he caught a proper look at her.

He pulled up another blanket from the end of the bed, and fell unconscious almost immediately after, the alcohol lulling him into a restless sleep.

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author's note: i don't know when i'll be able to update this fic as i'm currently a bit busy with uni.

in the meantime you could read the fic this au is based on -> meet me in the dark, kiss me in the moonlight

[itsmm4hiii]

Can't Handle (Smut) - M. Fushiguro

Synopsis: Jujutsu High has thin walls and any pleasure is heard by your next door neighbours. All teenagers are horny but the sound of someone getting off you can't help but join.

Pairing: Megumi Fushiguro X Reader

Warning: This is a smut so mature audience is advised and mature themes are ahead which includes sex.

 I could hear the muffles of recorded moaning, and a infamous drum rhythm as videos skipped in his desperation for gratification. His grunts were nothing but premature anger, the walls were always thin and while he thought he had some small window of privacy; you could never get any here. I knew his sound when he came; it was a loud gasp followed by screams muffed as he bit a cloth or blankets and then soft curses when his last cum squirted out onto his stomach. His own gratification by his hand wasn’t doing it as it elongated just whimpers in desperation.

His own neediness on the other side of the wall was beginning to make me desperate. I would usually touch myself but I could never get myself to the screaming, leg shaking orgasm and I want it that bad because of his damn whimpering. 

I took off everything I wore, placing the own lingerie garments I owned. I ripped open my door and stormed down the hallway of the dorm; his door was always open. I slowly pushed it open, it was too quiet to hear as I snuck in. His blanket was over his knees, the blanket rapidly moving as he pumped his own dick, his head lifted as it stared upon the roof; his towel in his mouth as he moaned. 

I crawled hands and feet upon the ground lifting the sheet above my head without him noticing. His dick was swollen, desperate for a release, its fleshly tip covered in pre-mature jaculation; his hand jerking him fast yet all he really needed was the slow and sensational feeling of a woman’s lips around his girthy cock. I stopped his hand and he grabbed mine in fear of the other pulling back the sheet.

His eyes span as he muffled at a curse watching a smirk smear across my face. My tongue softly licking circles upon the tip of his cock, watching him moan. He wasn’t impressed by the small kitten licks, his hand grabbing my head pushing me down; I smirked before letting his shaft in my mouth.

‘Y/n, I’m going to cum,’ he let out a soft breath, 

I felt his dick pulse, his veins roll under my lips; my hand pumping the rest that wouldn’t fit. I pulled my lips off him when he came; letting it squirt upon my stomach and a few reaching higher than my breast rolling down into my cleavage.

‘You. Pulled. Away?’ he gasped for air, 

I gave him a smirk. Letting my finger pick up some of his cum as I licked it off. 

‘You wouldn’t be able to handle it.’ 

I brought his hand down towards my thong, letting him glid it off as his dick stiffened though he didn’t see anything.The sheets wrapped around my lower waist, his eyes staring down, desperate to see anything. I leant forward and smirked at him, pulling his towel out of his mouth; I held his dick within my hand as I held my body above his. 

‘Plus I rather save your cum for well-’ 

I inched down until he was softly brushing against me watching goosebumps form on his arm with his lips gasping. I held him till he had me spread before pushing his dick inside me, gasping as I did. Tears brimming my eyes as I gripped his body for stability and comfort. I looked up at him as my knees hit the comforter. Softly bouncing as I got myself comfortably enough to take him without pain, I couldn’t squeeze either otherwise he’d cum too fast and be dead until I reached my own satisfaction. 

I bounced on his dick slowly, his lips wrapped around my neck biting when he felt more than good. My ass slapped upon his thighs, clapping it back and forth. I grabbed his hands, letting them take my bra off, they cupped my hands squeezing them tight. His hands pinched my nipples as I felt the desperation to hit my orgasm. 

‘Cum without my permission Megumi then I'm going to publicly humiliate you.’ 

I could feel him pulsing as I couldn’t help but squeeze tighter. The slow sensual ride on his dick was cut short as I lifted my legs up to slap against him hard and fast. I watched his eyes roll back his teeth clenching upon my shoulder. He flicked my nipples, snapping my attention back towards him. 

‘Let me cum in you.’ He screamed in my ear, 

I rolled my eyes and nodded, I clenched hard till I couldn’t move. I bounced twice before he screamed my name cumming inside me with a few grunts. Him cumming made me, my head slipped forward into his chest. I felt his hot liquid roll down my thigh. He kissed the mounds of my breast, as I let my body flop backwards taking him out of me. 

‘You really like women dominating eh?’ I stared upon the porn upon his screen still playing on full volume as his flustered face turned away, 

‘Do you want to dominate me next time?’ His face bright, he pulled me close to him, sitting upon his lap with his hard dick pressed against my ass.

He looked flustered before picking up all his fragile masculinity, a sharp breath escaping his lips as he nodded as if he had owned me the whole time. Little did he know he belonged to me and I won't deal with him touching himself without begging me.

[balanceoflightanddark]

Prompt: Fluff

Kaguya glid through her palace, making a beeline for the common room. It wasn't often her sons had summoned her with as much urgency. Already so many scenarios were running through her mind. A rebellion. Her clan having arrived. Some form of abomination crawling from the depths of the cosmos. Whatever it was, she'd be ready. Already her Rinne-sharingan was activated. Her power pulsing through her veins. Whoever that decided to threaten her nursery would feel the weight of her wrath-

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!"

Almost instantly, her ocean of chakra was cut off when she saw the smiling faces of her sons. Her hair and robes collapsed as she stared in confusion. Hagoromo and Hamura were currently NOT in panic to face some kind of new threat. Instead, they had a small parcel and some food set out on a table before her. That being said, her mind hadn't exactly caught up with the fact that there was no apparent threat.

"What?" she managed to force out.

"Uh...it's your birthday? We wanted to do something nice?" Hamura said, a bit puzzled at her mother's reaction.

Kaguya tilted her head, a bit puzzled by the festivities. Birthday. Yes, that was something some races celebrated to honor the birth of a loved one. Some of her clan did the same, though usually they were the higher-ranking members. Basically, it was an excuse to see who was most loyal and who wasn't.

All the more reason to question why her sons had decided to spring this one on her. She didn't exactly ask anyone to give her sacrifices (outside of...best not to get into that now). Mainly just some fealty and loyalty.

Which made her suspicious. "What did you two do? Blow up the mountainside again?"

"...mother, we haven't done that for months," Hagoromo answer.

"Trying to butter me up for some bad news?"

"No!"

"Break it to me easily that you screwed up somehow?"

"Mom! We're just trying to say happy birthday!"

Kaguya glared. "Explain. Now."

Both of her sons sighed in exasperation. "Mom. This-this is something humans do sometimes," Hagoromo explained. "We just wanted to do something nice. That's it."

He didn't seem like he was lying. A quick check with her Byakugan detected no lies. Or at least nothing she could see as a lie. Hagoromo, bless his soul, was pretty bad when it came to lying. And it was her birthday. They were asking about it pretty frequently as of late.

A soft sigh left her lips, realizing she had gotten worked up over nothing. "Very well. You can...do what it was you wanted to do."

She let them go through the motions. Ate the food they prepared (which admittedly was delicious). Listened to their bantering. A warm chuckle left her from time to time, sometimes out of a formality. Others were more genuine. Most of the time though, her face fell into that neutral mask she had perfected over the millennia. Should she be celebrating her birthday of all things? It had been so long, and ever since she was assigned to be Isshiki's "partner", she assumed they simply didn't have a place anymore for her.

Granted, she always made sure to celebrate her sons' birthdays. She just didn't imagine it would be turned around on her.

"So, we were wondering, and don't take this the wrong way or anything: how old are you now?" Hagoromo asked.

Kaguya leaned back, feeling the weight of her kimono on her shoulders along with the years. Quite honestly, she stopped counting a long time ago. She did remember that she was born on a cold world somewhere in the distant past. She remembered her parents. There was a lot she did remember. And yet, she never was able to put a number of years behind it. When one was immortal, it seemed like time didn't much have much meaning other than knowing you'd be in your prime forever while your loved ones got old.

"I can't remember", she answered. It was an innocent question, but she knew it was long enough that birthdays didn't account for much anymore.

Course, Hamura with his loving smile didn't see through the mask and just pushed forward a gift and a card. "It's something we found together. Figured you might appreciate it."

Her delicate fingers tore open the wrapping, beholding a pearl attached to a necklace that shined in the candlelight. It was enough to take her breath away. "It's...beautiful. Where did you get it?" she asked.

"Found it amongst an ancient skeleton. Locals said it was a dragon," Hagoromo answered.

A dragon? Kaguya thought. There had been many rumors of ancient beings that died out long ago. Supposedly they were the ancestors of the great serpents she sometimes came across. No one quite knew why they died out, but they were supposed to be unbelievably powerful and wise.

She took the jewel and placed it around her neck. Even now, she could feel some kind of warmth within. As if the previous owner wasn't entirely dead...

"That looks beautiful on you," Hamura answered.

Kaguya suppressed a giggle. "Please. Don't tease your mother." She knew he was speaking the truth, but it did feel nice to mess with him every now and then like she used to. That was becoming increasingly rare these days.

Pushing that aside, Kaguya opened the card next to the gift. It was simple, with a sketch of the stars and heavens on the front. Opening it, she found the following message inside:

Dear Mother,

Thank you everything for what you've done for us. We know it's not easy bearing the world's burdens on your shoulders, and we understand we might not agree on all things. But we do know deep down that you do care for both us and the world. Even if you don't show it sometimes, we know you have a heart. Just know we're always here to lend a hand if things get too tough.

You're not a demon. You're our mother, and we couldn't be more grateful.

With Love,

Hagoromo and Hamura

She closed the card and looked at her sons. Her beautiful, kindhearted sons. Her heart panged. She didn't deserve this adoration. If they knew the truth...

Kaguya embraced both of her sons in a big hug, and they hugged her back. Tears ran down her eyes. She didn't want to let go. She didn't want the two best things in her very long existence to just slip away. So she hugged them tight, hoping beyond hope they'd always stay by her side.

"Thank you. Both of you," she whispered, hoping this moment could last forever.

Millennia of existence told her that it wouldn't last. Best to savor it now while she still had time.

[raointean]

Sindar Week Day 2: Folklore

I learned about alliterative verse poetry last semester and fell in LOVE with it, and it turned out Tolkien did to, as a small chunk of his poetry is in that style. He mostly used it for the Rohirrim, but I decided "screw it, this is fanfiction. The Sindar can do it too." I also like thinking about what the Sindar thought of the first sunrise, since they didn't have the context of the Darkening of Valinor, Morgoth's rampage, and the making of the sun and moon.

This is the folk story I think they would have come up with, complete with a drawing!

Dŷlfôf ignited you outside Dear Doriath.

Made for Warmth While he Worshiped,

Singing to Sparks in the Sky,

You Waited, Withering, Wordless.

Never turning, Dŷlfôf Neglected you.

Fury Fanned your Flickering embers

And a Vow of Vengeance was Voiced.

“Splendid Stars above Sparkle indeed,

But they do not Blaze with the same Brio.

Great, shall I Grow. Gargantuan, to kill

Those Little Lights so Lofty.

Then, you will Venerate my Vivid Visage.”

With your Violent Vow now Voiced,

You Bound Beyond the Borders of kindling

Onto the Open plains Afore you.

You Burned the many-Bladed Brush,

Consumed every Corner of that Country

Until your Aurora Extinguished the Eyes Above.

Only then did Dŷlfôf Divert his gaze

From the Hallowed Heavens’ Heights

To your Wroth, Radiating, Resplendence.

Instead of the Adoration you Expected,

Fear Filled Dŷlfôf’s Face

And he Fled your Fierce Flames.

He Called to the Constellations, the Coward,

For Protection from his own Progeny’s Power.

Furious, you Flooded the Flat plains,

Set your Sights on the Stars,

And Howled your Hurts to the Heavens.

“My Maker has Mistreated Me!

For Your sake, he Used me Wretchedly!

Now, I Come to Kill you Constellations,

Drown you in your Dark Domain.”

But, the Breadth of air was too far to Bound

So you Set out, Searching for a Summit

Leaving Wounds of Woe in your Wake.

By the Sea, you reached Such a Spire

And Hurled yourself into the Hateful Heights.

Elbereth’s Eyes Extinguished.

The Sky Spread, Cerulean, before you.

Far you Flew to vanquish your Foes,

Whooping as you Whirled across the Wilds.

Below the Blue you Brought

Kingdoms Cowered in Confusion

And Grief for their Goddess’ lost Gaze.

For Awhile, your Anger was Appeased;

The Stars were Sequestered behind the Sky

And you Subjugated the Ceaseless Space

Until, in the Outlying East,

You Started to Sink.

Eventually, you Alighted on an Eminent peak:

Sapped, Spent, Subdued.

Weary, but not Willing to Withdraw,

You Gathered your Grit to Go

And Flung yourself up to Fly Forth again.

For Awhile, your Anger was Appeased;

The Stars were Sequestered behind the Sky

And you Subjugated the Ceaseless Space.

You Soared over the Summit you had Seen,

Whisked West across the Waves,

Glid across Glens in the Gods’ lands,

And, at last, to the Edge of Evening.

Startled at the Sudden Scarp

The Treacherous sea failed to Check your Charge

And you Fell to the Foundations Forgotten.

Again, Arda’s skies Alight with stars.

Again, Fire Forgone in their Favor.

Again, Fury, Flight, but this time Furtive.

Under Arda, you crept East

Your Scraped Soffit Stained the Sky

From Indigo to Amaranth with Ichor,

But you Rose again, Robust and Ready.

And, for Awhile, your Anger was Appeased;

The Stars were Sequestered behind the Sky

And you Subjugated the Ceaseless Space.

You Soared over the Summit you had Seen,

Whisked West across the Waves,

Glid across Glens in the Gods’ lands,

And, at last, to the Edge of Evening…

I kinda tried to base this drawing on petroglyphs, to get that ancient feel. Also, I think "the eyes of Elbereth" is one of the coolest things I've ever come up with!

@sindarweek

[elejah-verse]

elejah_au

_time travel fanfic_

_another part.

*

New York, 1988

"It was one of those things- jazz music became my outlet. I loved playing the piano. You brought that refreshing feeling back into my life." Elijah said, folding the tie neatly up. "I don't remember when I've actually enjoyed spending a day indulging in simple human activity like having ice-cream in a Diner."

Elena's heart filled with gladness. The day was a whirlwind of most unusual moments. She saw a completely different side to the Original. The specks of humanity in him burst out like cherry blossoms in the spring.

She never really had the chance to get know him in her real time. He'd left Mystic Falls to get entangled in his brother's illusory redemption dream.

Before you leave you need to put this poyion in his drink. He'll forget about you. We can't change the future.

Vallerie's words chimed in Elena's head. She sighed inwardly. It would be like you never met.

"Are you all right?" Elijah said.

"What?"

"You seemed to have travelled somewhere far away for a moment there. Drink?"

"Yeah, thanks." Elena shot up from the sofa, walking to the window. She soaked in the glittering skyline in front of her. Whatever was to come, at this very moment, she only cared that she was with him.

"There you go" Elijah handed her the Bourbon.

Elena took a sip and glanced at the Original. "I'd like to go to France with you if the offer still stands."

"It does." Elijah curled up a tiny smile.

Elena's face flushed for an unexplained reason, the nearness of him made her heart race suddenly wildly.

She knew that he'd be listening to it. And she was not wrong.

The air hitched in her throat as she met a flicker of serious wanton in his warm earthy eyes.

"I'd love to steal a kiss." he murmured.

Elena couldn't believe what he was hearing. A very strange feeling of déjà vu hit her. She gave him an arch look, swallowing hard.

"Sorry- I don't know what came over me" Elijah put the glass on the tall pedestal stand.

Wordlessly, Elena put her glass away and walked over to him, taking his face in her hands and kissed him.

Surprise stole air from his lungs. His undead heart skipped a beat, a palpable pause reverberated right through him. The feel of her lips sending his mind in a sensual state of intoxication.

His hand glid around her back, pulling her flush against him. Elena felt a sudden surge of heat enveloping her. A silent moan faded in her throat as he deepened the kiss.

And when his tongue tangled up with hers, she quivered a little under another gust of heat. She wrapped her arms around his neck to steady herself.

She dreamt of this, in the most secret of hearts. Not a kiss stolen, but wanting, needing.

She closed her eyes, feeling Elijah's lips on the back of her neck, feeling his fingers tracing the length of her spine. She felt herself being lifted, gentle hands turning her, and stroking her all over. She arched into him. Him kissing a line up to her neck. A soft moan escaped her, trembling beneath his mouth. There was no gravity any longer. They were floating in the air. 

*

Elena snapped her eyes open. She exhaled, realizing quickly that she was in the empty lounge of the New York penthouse.

A very painful hollow feeling squeezed her heart. She was back in 2035. Bonnie and Valerie burst into the room.

[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.

[crimsonbastard]

I made you into My Pet PT - 3 Finale

Basically the continuation of Part 3 since I surpassed the word limit.

Explicit Sex Warning

"I presume there's a very disturbing reason behind that which I'll regret asking," he quipped.

Lenore liked his genuine sarcastic replies. It had a special kind of allure to it. She loved their little banters. A spark that allured her. Like a moth drawn to a flame.

"Ugh, silly ,” she scoffed merrily. “Look: The black and the red, the night and the blood. These are the things that bind us together. The rings are a sign of loyalty to each other.”

“That’s actually…well, nice seems like the wrong word,” he chuckled, seemingly to take genuine interest in Lenore's dynamic with her sisters, despite him hiding it.

"It is nice," she affirmed.

"It's a different facet of you all. I suppose. Like this book"

"Oh?"

“Yes. It‘s a magical work, but it’s also…how do you describe it? Vampire philosophy. It’s fascinating,” Hector continued.

He was ever so subtly gushing. Lenore found it adorable how immersed in the subject he was.

“So now we’re not all monsters?” she quipped back. Meeting the one he dished out earlier.

"I didn't say that," he shot back, albeit playfully. An amused smirk forming in his face.

Never was there a human that Lenore found so adorable until now, until Hector. She was gushing with an excitment of her own. She has him right where she wants. She just needs to give him another little push and he'll be hers. She was ecstatic, like a predator about to grasp it's prey in her jaws.

"Go on. Admit it," she purred. She wanted him to admit that she wasn't some cruel callous monster. That he actually desired her.

“I admit there seems to be more depth to…what would you call it, vampire culture, than I thought,” Hector replied, his voice dipped in sass as he warmly smiled.

Teasing her. Oh he should know better than that. This pretty little human in a box, hung deliciously in front of her, like a delightful piece of meat primmed for devouring. If she hand any trace hesitation left it was non-existent now. Lenore knew she would bed this man tonight. She was hoping that he had already formed questions regarding the quilt she brought with her tonight. Her intentions for it, and with him.

“There are ideas about physical presence in the world, the importance of soil and landscape and being.” He paused to let out a hasty laugh. “I mean, actual philosophy. Amazing.”

So adorable, right where she wants him.

Lenore cooled herself. She couldn't falter now. Not when she's right at the precipice of devouring her sexy prey. She coolly stood up and glid over to the straw-bed, graciously spreading the quilt over it and plopped on it.

“Well, good. Then I have a philosophical question for you.”

Hector scooted his chair around to face her. The scrapping of the chair on the floor echoed around the stone walls. He suddenly grew more serious, a sense of curiosity upon him as he hid the eagerness surrounding her proposal.

"Alright," he said quietly, as if steeling himself.

“It’s… hard to do diplomacy when the other person is in a cage,” Lenore began. 

Her regretful wasn't a farce. She did in fact regret that an underrated gem like Hector was wasted away in this cell. He had talent, it just needed to be brought up, nurtured and not forcibly thrashed out.

"I can't disagree"

Lenore continued with purpose, her eyes narrowed down, still regretful for the man before her: “Diplomacy is compromise. I get something, you get something. Neither of us get everything we want, but we both leave happy.”

"You have my attention"

But you …you don’t even get to leave! You haven’t got anything. I have all the power, and you’re a pretty man in a box,” she calmly stated. She didn't had to lie anything with what she just said right now.

Hector was instantaneously hooked on the part of the sentence that Lenore wanted him to get affixed on.

"I'm....pretty?" He was taken aback. His dumbfounded look was both endearing yet it was also quite sad.

Tsk. He doesn't even know how good of a gem he his. Such a shame that he can't see his own value. His talents, his beauty, cruelly getting wasted by life's callousness.

“It just…doesn’t seem fair,” she continued confidently, ignoring Hector’s reaction at her compliment. 

“What’s happening?” Hector asked in further confusion. He was lost now. What vantage he had in this discourse was now lost as he found himself drowning in that one single compliment. 

“I’ve been awake all day, thinking about it. You, down here,” she mused aloud sadly. 

Indeed, he was right where she wanted him. 

“What’s the question, Lenore?” he demanded, his voice growing sharper and more suspicious. His face, showing hints of growing apprehensiveness.

Hector may have been naïve, but he wasn’t stupid. It was yet another thing that she liked about him so much. 

“What do you want?” she asked firmly. 

“I want to be let out.” His voice remained sharp and demanding. 

“I know, that’s all I can think of. That’s the only thing I can do for you.”

“But you’re not just going to let me out.” An edge of bitterness came with statement. But there was also a hint of sadness. As if he was cruelly reminded of his current position. No matter how nicely Lenore treated him, he was still her prisoner.

But she could work with that. 

“Well…no. I’m loyal to my sisters. To just fling open the door and say ‘Fly, be free, pretty human boy,’ that…That would be a direct betrayal,” she stated concisely. Honestly. 

A heavy pause hung in the air. 

“Come sit down,” Lenore prompted softly, gently patting the spot on the quilt next to her. 

Hector seemed to contemplate this for a few seconds, perhaps somewhat hesitantly, but then he obliged her. Just as he sat down, she grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers together.

Lenore let out a slight giggle and playfully teased: “Also, you’d survive less than a day on your own.”

“That’s not true. Well, okay, that’s completely true and I would die almost immediately,” Hector retorted, his voice regaining it's playful and happy tone.

Yes. This was perfect. 

Lenore laughed more freely this time, truly enjoying his company, and leaned in to kiss his cheek. She let herself blush as she pulled back. His skin was warm and so alluring. She could hear his heart speed up at the contact. He definitely wanted her, and she let herself remember how he looked naked. How his blood tasted. So insanely delicious on both counts. 

“You only have one advantage in this whole negotiation,” she told him happily. 

“I’m not sure it’s an advantage.”

She let another brief pause hang in the air, ramping up to another little truth she’d slip him. One that would lodge itself in his brain forever and override all sense of logic. 

“I like you.”

Her voice was smooth like wine again, and Hector felt his heart practically explode. All these feelings he’d started having for her were indeed reciprocated! It seemed too good to be true. 

“Uh…That wasn’t what I was expecting to hear,” he stated, not even bothering to hide his surprise. 

“Well, what did you think your advantage was?” Lenore asked playfully. 

“You want me to do my human magic to give Carmilla an army of monsters.”

“Oh, that…” she began, her voice as sultry as ever. “I was eavesdropping on Morana and Striga during the day. They can buy mercenaries to fill out the army.”

Hector was utterly confused now. “I don’t understand. Carmilla’s given up?”

“She gets distracted. She calls it ‘the burden of genius.’ We could run out on her this morning and she wouldn’t notice for days,” Lenore announced confidently. She paused to cup his face, and Hector felt himself becoming hot all over as she said the next few sentences: “I’m loyal to my sisters. But what we’re doing is wrong. We could just leave, Hector. If you want to be with me.”

Ting

Hector didn't know what to do. His heartbeat thumping with excitment. He begrudgingly admitted to himself that he liked Lenore. He imagined himself with her many a night. But the revelation that she liked him back put a full stop to all of his thought processes. It overrided his logic as he stared into those beckoning jewels of fine Rubies that were her irises. His mind giving it out all sorts of signals but none of them told him to get away.

Lenore relished the look on the man before her. He was lost. His mind short-circuited with the truth she let slip. He looked like a lamb, a lamb for her to devour, she mused delectably. There was no going back for him after this.

She pulled him down, tugging his silver locks as she kissed him passionately. She tasted better than She smelled. His heart exploded with joy, this was the first time that someone wanted him, desired him. He almost burst into tears as he eagerly returned the passion.

The next thing he knew, she was removing his shirt off. Tracing her dainty fingers and nails down, on the line between his chiseled chest and abdomen, all the while looking at his body lustfully. Hector didn't know he was a man dying of thirst until someone gave him water, he didn't realise how good it felt to be wanted by a beautiful, intriguing woman. But no other women he had seen before could hold a candle to beautiful intriguing Lenore, the Vampire Queen.

He was now undressing her now. Gently pulling down her panties, down her long slender legs, down her sexy stockings. To his excitment he saw the glistening of her underwear, delighted that she shared the same excitement to take him in her. He had imagined this plenty of times. But to actually make love to her, to actually be inside her was more glorious than any fantasy his mind could come up with.

He followed the gentle lead of her hands. Following them to the letter, eager to please her. He placed gentle kisses on her neck, to her perfect breasts, to her taut stomach, down the insides of her thighs, all the way to her vagina, eventually making his way to her clit. He lapped his tongue on her sweet little bud away, enthusiastically licking it in rhythmic motions, acclimating to her folds. He licked away as if she was the only source of his nourishment, a thought he came to delight in as he felt her get wetter down there. He greedily licked up all of her juices.

Lenore threw her head back, whispering his name in ecstacy as she angled his head right where she wanted him, "God Hector," he was definitely trainable.

He licked away as if there was no tommorow. Eager to please his Queen. He licked up more of her wetness until she nudged him back up.

She tugged his hair again, towards her to give him a quick kiss. He was doing so good, passing her little test with flying colors. He proved himself to be orally gifted. Now it was time for her to see how he would do with his dick.

He was now Inside her. And she felt glorious. He felt pure, unadulterated ecstacy. His thigs enthusiastically crashing against hers, matching her rhythm, his member sliding in and out of her sent jolts of adrenaline throughout his body, making him crave her touch even more.

Dripping in sweat both lovers were white hot. Panting against eachothers temples as they kissed and felt up eachothers bodies. He was perfect. Lenore internally exclaimed, so eager to please, so needy for her touch. She licked his neck, gradually making her way to his Adam's apple, and his jugular. She teased him by brushing her fangs against the underside of his jaw as she delicately nibbled his ear. Her hands, gliding over his arms, to his shoulders, eventually making it's way to his ass.

His hands grasped against her thighs as he thrust with intent, delightfully crashing against her hips as he panted. She allowed him to pull her dress down, letting him savour her voluptuous breasts as his tongue swirled around her nipple, sucking it like scripture, sending jolts of pleasure throughout her chest.

This was better than any pleasure he had experienced in his meagre life. This was better than any other luxury he would ever have in the future. Her pussy clutching his cock rapturously. He needed to release, but he steeled himself. He needed to hold out. He needed to hold out for as long she wanted.

She was his saviour after all.

Lenore was sky high, her cheeks flushed with red as she brought Hector in for a quick kiss, she stared into his eyes. The love and adoration he delivered fueled her intensely. She knew he was inexperienced in sex- but he wasn't doing a bad job as he was en route to giving her a second orgasm. His eagerness to please her, to heed every syllable that escaped her lips far outweighed any cons that were now insignificant. Most of all, he proved himself to be trainable. His skill just needed honing.

Hector thrusted away as if there was no tommorow. She dictated his pace, making sure he hit that sweet spot just right. He lost himself inside her. He wanted to stay like this for eternity, pleasing her and earning her praises. Her whispers of his name were his reward. He felt her arms glide towards his chest, eventually cupping his face as she brought him in. Aquamarine Eyes met Irises of Pristine Rubies. They were drunk, on eachother.

"Will you come with me?" Her voice, silky like fine wine, beckoning him to give in to her.

"Yes, yes," he whimpered.

"Be mine," she tugged him closer, their temples pressing against eachother.

"Tell me you're mine," she tugged his locks harder. Their lips, just inches apart from tasting eachother again.

"Yes, I'm yours," he panted. It didn't matter what she was asking of him. He would gladly kiss Carmilla's boots for her if she asked of him.

"Tell me you belong to me," she whispered against his ear, her sultry voice enscapulating him into a deeper level ecstacy that he could ever imagine.

I belong to you. I'm yours. Now and forever. My skills, my body, my soul, my blood, they all belong to you my queen.

He couldn't whimper those thoughts out loud into the world. His mind was too far gone to execute coherent sentences.

"I belong to you," he groaned raspily.

"Be loyal to me. Please," her thumb cupped his lower lip followed by her arm gliding over to his left arm. Hector wanted to answer then and there, he didn't want to keep his queen waiting. He panted. Catching his breath.

"Say it," Lenore moaned as she threw her head back. "Please," her sultry voice reverbated in Hector's ears. Her arm gliding over his left forearm.

"Please. Hector," she moaned, a pleading look in her eyes. Hector hated to make her wait. He mustered his mind to form one coherent sentence.

"I will be loyal to you!" He groaned.

Ting

The pain that followed was far too fresh for Hector to forget as he stepped back to watch his creation come to life.This was the last body of the night that he breathed new life into. A Minotaur like monster rose from the altar. Huffing the cold air. He soothed it by gently placing his left hand on it. The hand where the ring rested, it suddenly singed at the contact, reminding the forgemaster that the creature’s loyalty wasn't exclusive to him anymore. He commanded it to join the others as it got escorted out of the room by a pair of guards into the night.

"I'll be loyal to you"

He truly was fate's favourite plaything if he cringed at his own words. He pledged his loyalty to Lenore as she placed the ring on him. The verbal affirmation was all that was needed for the ring to activate and send searing pain throughout it's body as it imbued it's magic deep In him, deep In his blood. He felt he was getting stabbed with a thousand burning knives all at once as he untangled from her, putting an abrupt end to their tryst.

Lenore later paraded him around the council room, in front her sisters. Proud of herself for securing his Loyalty and Styrias future. Familiar voices plagued his head again as he was cleaning up.

"The house would need a really big bed.Turns out he's actually fairly good at sex and I want to train him"

"Shush the real people are talking"

Vampires are the superior species. But they weren't pure. They aren't simply predators who just follow their nature, to hunt and devour. They were Humans once. And like Humans, they were capable of things worse than betrayal.

[foxi-gi]

"What are you doing here? Who are you?"

A "your choice" type of mini fiction to get to know Host better!

Part [1] out of [?]

I've decided to write a small YOUR CHOICE adventure like mini fic for Host while I wait for my inspiration for the comic to return!

Also, see it as a test for the writing style. Feel free to tell me tips on how to improve in asks or comments!

Below, you'll be able to find a vote to choose your next move!

Mini-fic test:

The host was lonely. Well, technically, he wasn't. He was never really lonely. He could just let them, and thousands of voices would call out to him. But not in the way he wished for them.

They would scream at him. He didn't want to be screamed at today.

No, no, he didn't today he wished for quiet company from someone new. Someone who didn't know his face yet. Or perhaps he would like to think about old times? The Host opened a holographic tablet, projected into the air from his eye, swiping through the options, many crossed out or marked as uninhabitable, dangerous or unexplored.

His fingers glid over the screen before he paused on one of the universes he recognised.

Unsure, his fingers hovered over the option for a moment before they pressed the start button, and the portal started up.

After the host walked through the portal, he brielfy patted the cyan colored sparkles off his suit, caused by the portal. A small pile of sparkles took place on the ground where the portal had been previously.

And Host looked blankly at the dimly lit parable. Looking around. At the ceiling, with only a few broken and barley functioning lights remaining, broken ceiling tiles. An odd liquid oozing from cracks in the tiles and running down the walls, soaking into the discoloured yellow. He stared at the walls with wallpaper that peeled off like dead skin and the floor with dusty carpet that hadn't been treaded in centuries.

Host walked past the desks and doors to the room with two doors.

"When ■■■ came to a set of two open doors, he took the one on his left...."

He muttered to himself, briefly looking at the right door but quietly giving a small huff before he went left. No. Right is the wrong path. Bad things happened there..

You find yourself in the employee lounge. Unknown circumstances having brought you to another universe of sorts. You recognise this as a parable.

On one of the walls was a black splat. A giant one at that. Quite big, as if someone had thrown an open ink cartridge the size of a watermelon against the wall.

The wall chipped in by some sharp materials. As if someone had smashed a computer screen against the wall repeatedly at the height of one's head. Multible of these splats and scratches were all over the wal the couch was askew, the table flipped over, and the plants welted. The support beam scratched and chipped and also splattered with the ink. Ink splattered all over the floor and even on the ceiling in some cases.

Looks like someone had thrown a printer around the room in a fit of rage. But no pieces of said printer were anywhere to be seen, and the ink seems to have dried a long time ago.

You decide to get back on track to see what other things this parable held. Hearing low mumbling as you approach the meeting room. You freeze in place once you see a siluette.

"Yet there was not a single person here either.....Feeling a wave of disbe-....."

The Stranger stopped in his self Narration, having heard foot steps behind him as he stood at the entrance of the meeting room.

Slowly, the man turned around.

Quite a tall, lanky but well-built man judging from the siluette, visible against the dim light of the meeting room. His coat like suit sparkled slightly against the light.

The movement seemed smooth, nearly as if done by a pre-programmed set of animations, and soon, the stranger had turned around on his heels in a single, smooth turn. Emerald green eyes with a ring of cyan around the diamond shaped pupils settled on you, staring at you through the darkness and giving the siluette a piercing gaze.

"............."

The stranger remained quiet for a moment before the slightly distorted voice of a narrator sounded from his direction. Slightly, ever so slightly distorted as if speaking though an AM Radio.

"Hello?"

The man said in a slightly confused manner, tilting his head slightly and making his slightly luminescent earrings dangle to one side.

Good luck

[percys-lemons]

🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

thanks bro!!!

it changes a lot but currently (and in no particular order)

1. I Never Glid Before by Gong (a MASTERPIECE)

2. Lucifer Sam by Pink Floyd

3. Hat by Kevin Ayers

4. Salamanda Palaganda by T. Rex

5. Suppers Ready by Genesis

[blu-duvel]

Gong-I Never Glid Before (French TV 1973)

[mishalikessoundsandcolours]

Har har you made the fatal error of asking about canterbury scene SO there are a lot of amazing artists, i’m also kind of just getting into it but my favs so far are yeah Soft Machine, some other great bands are Caravan, Gong, National Health, lots of great stuff,, the funny thing is a lot of them would switch around and each one is connected by different members resulting in this absolute monstrosity:

it’s VERY elaborate and also awesome to find new music, anyways some good albums are:

i just listened to space shanty today its AWESOEM , anyways robert wyatt is also a really well known musician, hes worked with loads of other artists, and as you can see nick mason produced that album!! also angels egg is amazing and has a really cool one call I never glid before which is very underrated and has a cool video, also daevid allen is crazy and i love him, anyways there you have it, im sorry ive kinda rambled and its all very messy but if you have any questions ask away :]]

Omg thank you so much for all this!!! I see that it's a lot, but I'll definitely check it out and also sit down to read through this chart sometime. So far I don't have questions because I don't know enough about it generally, but I'll remember to ask you if I have any, this scene just seems really cool :D