#if you're the sun I'll be the moon

[friendlyloveaffair]

My favorite boys on a Christmas date. 🎄

Rution watching from afar: 👍

Ctto: Sho Kaneta's IG story.

[tagidearte]

My internship has started and I'm overloaded with doing historical illustration + writing a whole ass roman history of the region book for children, so... No time for finished stuff any time soon (except one I've already started and will probs post within the next few days). Take this quick messy shippy little concept.

If they ever got separate bodies, I know they would be touchy. Trying to get as close as they once were.

[tsbs-darksun-confessions]

Are you alright with physical touch? Like, brief ones?

Example: Someone (that you know) approaches you and gently pokes a ray.

Hi there!

our dearest Dark Sun is- well... currently unavailable! So I'll sadly be answering in his stead... Fret not! I have past memories I can pluck and use either way!

Anyways, Doctor J is on the case!

When it comes to physical touch or affection, Dark Sun is a lot more reserved, he tends to keep his distance from those he doesn't trust or know very well

He tries hiding it, playing it off as being polite, but it's easy to tell if he doesn't like you from how much efforts he puts in keeping his distance!

When it comes to people he's friends with, he can get a little touchy, it's simple things that are done with hands, like handshakes, grabbing, tapping, flicking, ect

He doesn't really do hugs or casual touches when it comes to friends

Then comes people he's really close to! If this stage is somehow reached, he's surprisingly affectionate, if I didn't know any better I'd say he's touch starved

He's more receptive, and likely to initiate, leaning onto one another, hugs, or just general closeness!

As it stands currently, Nexus would be the one Dark considers closest to him, and the one he trusts most.

Although....

Well... For a moment I had hoped he'd found others to get close to, if nothing else but because he needs other people to call home....

But-.... It obviously isn't going so well...

Here's the memory anyway

[tsbs-shipfessions]

I think Sun and Moon from MASM should kiss

I can understand this one. They'd be very wholesome and sweet.

[bleeding-hart]

some sketches

based on @theicarusconstellation's writing

I keep thinking of details I left out and stuff I need to fix but if I let myself do that I'm going to go insane so we're leaving it at this

Also some Sirius because they're a fucking king and we love them (I very strongly hc them as genderqueer and using any pronouns, but specifically he/they/she/it)

The dress was a bit of a failure but hey it looks like fabric at least I think maybe

[bitesizedpoetry]

[zorkaya-moved]

There is a firmness in the way Kaveh's hand allows itself to claim the surface of her neck, thumb stroking the front of her throat as deep maroon settle on bright golden, distance between them closed when he settles a hand on the woman's lower back. A coy smile remains on his lips, hers tilted upwards as the hand on her neck coax her in doing so. It's not tight, but it's present, determined as fingers sense her pulse beating against them.

He is admiring her. Taking in the sight of her face once more, drowning in the striking gaze that meets his own, the architect closing their distance further as he brings their chests together upon sinking his parting lips towards her as he allows them to graze... subtly, slowly.

But not close enough to seal into a kiss.

"I have a client in fifteen minutes," Kaveh whispers against Zarina's plump lips, "get on your knees."

@avaere

Hands were broken when they would so much as graze her neck, attempts to do anything with it. The first time Kaveh did this, she remembers how her body tensed and she warned him not to do anything else but since then? It's been long enough that her trust in his touch doesn't make her body tense, doesn't make her mind go into defensive mode, doesn't make her think that someone's going to be stupid enough to try to wrap their fingers around her neck. No, the architect's touch is still warm and safe when he claims the surface of her neck, that light caress causing her to swallow. They're both well aware this is as far as she'll be comfortable to go when it came to her neck.

Though, it's exciting how he changes based on what he feels like, he can switch between asking for her touch to making her yearn for his.

No one has a collar around her neck, no one but Kaveh, even if he wouldn't wish for that to be an actual metaphor symbolizing a shackle. She's well aware how they both treasure each other's independence and personal life, but the collar around her neck is a comfortable one. One she wanted someone to puts her neck to keep her beast tamed, even if it was a false taming.

Perhaps, that's why now she holds back from smiling triumphally at his change in behavior. Did she really tease him too much? He's been so busy and she's leaving soon for two weeks. She'll take a bit of teasing to make him crave her more, even if it's a bit risky. And viola! Her plan works perfectly.

Golden eyes gleam with mirth and excitement when he moves closer, his hands warming her up and the anticipation of fun sending tingles down her spine. But oh, he can be so alluring when he doesn't give her what she wants. If anything, this tease only makes her body feel hotter from how excitement was making blood rush through her veins. Zarina cannot deny she's just as wrapped around Kaveh's finger as he seems to be around hers. Love is a terrifying power, isn't it?

15 minutes... So he's not going to cancel on them to have fun with her. Tch. But then he tells her to get on her knees and her eyes widen just a bit but her gaze then changes to have flickers of anticipation, excitement and adoration mixed with lust. He's ordering her? Ah, she can feel the reaction he's had to her body, that 'fault' is for her to 'apologize' for by dealing with it. Zarina has to bite back a giggle over that, finding the architect's 'order' to be delightful to follow. Whenever he used those dominante tones with her? It was hard not to have that perverted enjoyment, especially in a situation like this.

Zarina kisses his lips herself, a slight peck to not waste time:

"It's less than fifteen minutes if you want to meet your client with your pants and belt on," she smiles but wishes not to spend any more time talking. Her mouth is salivating at the thought of urgency in this scenario, she feels that tingling sensation of arousal between her legs at the possibility of not making it in time or making it just in time. Her tongue wets her lips in impatience, hands working on his belt and pants. Her breathing is a bit more ragged, she had to ask him to do this before but now he asks her himself. Her joy is overriding the plain lust, mixing her delight in with the sprinkles of adoration and so much love.

Eager and fast, she skillfully deals with his clothes (it's not the first time she's been trying to undress him fast) but it's a different reason right now. There was an actual urgency and time limit. Her breath hitches when she takes off his underwear, freeing his cock from the constraints. He's been turned on by her whispers and touches, hm? She's proud but cannot let those thoughts take over to tease him. She doesn't even have time to admire the prettiness of his dick, noting on each veins and the color of his head that she finds utterly adorable to suck on to drive out those familiar whines, but no, not the time!

They have less than fifteen minutes now! Thank the Archons she kept her hair braided today.

"Use my mouth as you please," she lets him know in advance while glancing up at his face, fingers wrap around his length to give him a few pumps, but they are a bit on the rougher side solely to underline the urgency and how rough he can also get with her. The next words are spoken so close to his leaking tip, her hot breath must be affecting Kaveh as well as she felt that slight twitch (it almost makes her smile again if not for concentration). "Cum inside my mouth, too, I missed your taste."

There are no more words followed as her lips wrap around his tip first, tongue licking off his arousal but she doesn't go as slow and engaging as she usually does. He'll need to guide her to make sure he gets to cum fast and hard, so she relaxes her jaw and closes her eyes to concentrate on the sensations. Instead of going slow, Zarina moves her head forward to take all of him in one move. The lack of gag reflex prevents her from gagging, she thanks herself for her experience in being able to do it as well as she does right now. Tongue flattened against his shaft, she can feel his hand on the back of her head (but no pressure yet).

His taste, his scent, his warmth... She moans with her mouth full of him, sending vibrations of pleasure. The usually careful moves are replaced with faster pace, moving her head back to let herself suck and lick at his cock. Each veins already memorized, each weak spot already remembered, each pleasure point already known. They have to be fast, they have to be faster. So her sucks are just a bit harsher, the way she takes him is more selfish and eager. Despite her usually cold touch, her mouth feels hot around him and her tongue teases and urges.

The sounds from Kaveh are always heavenly, no matter what situation they're in. Be it his whines or moans or subtle groans. What makes it even better is how she feels his hand on her head give her guidance, setting up the pace himself to reach his high and to use her mouth as a way to reach that climax. Each order, each word, each praise gets to her core as well. Saliva runs down her chin as she takes him deep into her mouth once again, encouraged by Kaveh himself. Does he like when she deepthroats him? Does he want to fuck her mouth? She wants to drive him insane about her, about this, about everything he'll miss because of that pesky client. So he can run back home to her, into her embrace, and make her instead a teary eyed mess begging for him to let her cum.

"Mhmm!" Her eyes are tearing up from such rough pace, but she loves it. She loves the urgency, the way he lets her know what he wants and what he craves, the way he uses her to please himself right now. It's dirty, it's perverted, it feels so good to know he'll sit on a client meeting right after coming undone into his girlfriend's mouth cool as cucumber while discussing business. Zarina keeps her hands on him to keep steady, but her nails dig into his skin just a bit, not enough to hurt but enough to show how this is affecting her (but also to use in case it gets too much, but really, when does it?)

The fingers in her hair hold just a bit tighter, pulling her silver locks just a bit and she can hear and feel how lose he was getting. The whispers of her name, the familiar change of pace, the pitches in his voice she's come to know by now. So she answers eagerly, doing everything to ensure his climax reaches heavens and he'll gift her with what she wants so much. The noises are lewd, even if they are repressed to keep quiet so if a client does come early - they won't hear a thing behind those doors. They won't see how the architect gets his cock sucked by his lover, two of the prettiest people in all Teyvat enjoying each other a bit too much.

The decadent delight of being caught almost makes her want to slow it down but she cannot. He's so close, she loves how he whispers her name and gives her praise.

Good girl, just like that... Fuck, that feels so good, keep doing that...

Fuck, she knows she's dripping down below, soaking her panties and possibly her tights as well. She'll have to walk home in this state...

No words can be uttered as she feels him push her head closer to himself and she shuts her eyes when she hears his warning. She has only a moment to prepare herself before she feels Kaveh cum - as she asked - into her mouth. The taste on her tongue is familiar, missed even. Her nails dig just a bit deeper, leaving half-moon marks on his thigh. It's hot, it's so hot and she wants more. Her eyes are watery as she blinks the wetness away, waiting for the architect to come down from his high but he lets go of her hair and she pulls back, ensuring that none of his cum slip out of her mouth. It's her reward alongside seeing Kaveh like this.

Even if there was a place to spit out, Zarina rarely did this. Instead, she swallows and makes it a show for Kaveh to know that nothing was wasted. Her eyes are misty, her breathing is hard, and her lips are glossy, pink and slightly open to get more air. She needs to wipe off the trace of drool from her chin with a napkin.

"R-record time," she jokes, but her voice is thick with lust and still untapped desire. It's so unfair he has to meet a client in a couple of minutes, but even like that, she helps Kaveh to put on his pats and belt back on, glancing at the time and seeing that they have mere three minutes before the client will be in. After standing for a while on her knees, Zarina notices takes her lover's hand to get up, sharing a smile with him before letting out a soft whine when she feels the wetness between her legs. It's a soft noise only for Kaveh to hear and also a sight for him to see, the slight pout and the sad expression of knowing she'll have to wait for him to satisfy her. Her fingers aren't really doing much anyway but maybe he'll catch her in the act of trying so desperately to please herself enough until he returns.

"No, no." She suddenly stops him from approaching, well, specifically stops him from kissing her on the lips. "Better finish up here and kiss me at home or you'll have to fuck me on this table in front of your client," her hand rests on his chest right where his heart beats and she knows she wouldn't mind anyone catching them in the act of him bending her over his table, fucking her brains out and making her moan so loudly it'll echo in the hallway. "I didn't... quite learn my lesson yet," her index finger teases the open skin on his chest, head tilting to give him another sultry look. "That wasn't a punishment enough for making you hard right before a meeting. Please order me more when you get home, Kaveh. I'll be waiting."

There is a knock on the door that startles the couple. Zarina's hand pulls away from her lover's chest, undoing her braid that went too loose to look presentation from Kaveh's 'guidance' and she wipes away the drool from her face with the fabric of her skirt before walking around the table. She notices how Kaveh also looks over himself to ensure he's presentable for the meeting. The flush on his face seems to slowly go away, he no longer looks disheveled.

"Master Kaveh?" The voice is head and Sokolova playfully rolls her eyes so the blonde could see her clear dissatisfaction over being interrupted. 15 minutes flew by in seconds and she hadn't nearly had enough. "May I come in?"

Before the question is answered, Zarina opens the door herself and greets the client with a gentle and polite smile.

"Good day. My apologies, I had a meeting with Master Kaveh just a moment ago," her voice doesn't shake or tremble nor does it show any fault in her role. "

"O-Oh, please, don't worry, Miss Sokolova. I didn't know you also worked together."

"No, no," she waves her hand, glancing at Kaveh with a knowing smile. Fuck, she wants to cross her legs and rub her thighs together. Her core is aching, begging for some stimulation. "I was simply trying to persuade him to help me with my project." Sure, project. Project of getting fucked during work time. "But Master Kaveh said he's too busy with other projects. So that's why I won't be taking more of your time. If you require any help from me, please let me know. You are aware of my hours."

And with a polite bow, she exits the room only to hear the last words of the client being:

"Good day, Master Kaveh! I'm excited to work with you..."

Oh, maybe that client won't be so annoying and he'll finish early.

[drawer-of-socks]

Some artfight attacks hueue

[robinette-green]

Two hunters: 📺 ? ✔️? 🎵?

📺 - Does your AU take inspiration from other media? If so, what media? Would you recommend it?

I'm pulling from general vampire knowledge I've collected from over the ears but two books series do come to mind when I write vampire stuff.

the cirque du freak series written by Darren Shan (some of my favorites. I read all of them when I was in middle and high school. It's a fun take on how vampires work)

and the night world series written by L. J. Smith. (I've only read the 1st book ((need to go back and read the other two)) but the stories still float through my head every now and again)

✔️ - Tell us a random fact about any of the characters in your AU

There is a really good chance that this won't come up in the story so I'll share it here.

Dr.Altalune (is based off of Miracle Max from Princess Bride) has a recipe for artificial blood because he was married to a vampire.

🎵 - Do you have a playlist/particular song you associate with your AU? If so, share it!

I 100% have a playlist for this AU. Though I don't listen to it while writing. this one is for brainstorming. I have a DnD underdark playlist saved that I listen to while writing this story.

[whatsbehindthefacade]

relationship dynamics tag drop

[thingsidrawgohere]

Alright. I'm calling it done before it kills me. This is Second Head. It's an Art Book containing instances of the phrase "second head" in fanfics found on AO3. I'll explain much, MUCH more in the cut.

So when I say 'art book', I mean this is an intrinsic piece. I have no motivations aside from personal amusement and interest in outcome. A lot of money was lost/transmuted into free frustration in this project and I have no claims, obviously. I will prolly be the only person alive to read this.

THAT SAID. I have noticed in my years reading fanfic, there's a few linguistic shibboleths that arise in authors who also have experience in the mines. I think there's not a soul alive who hadn't wandered across a 'ministrations' when reading Narutos oral sexing. There's- Hold on. Here's some pix.

There's an impulse, I think, to in-group even when performing a creative act. A feeling that there are certain ways one Should go about the act, by virtue of seeing it performed that way. Especially so when 'training' at the act is often just Doing. Double Dog Especially when the act is exclusively for oneself with very little oversight. Which is to say, we make what we see and we make what we think we should make. At least, at first.

Now, I've been noticing 'grew a second head' (to insinuate surprise) in fanfic for some time. I've never seen it used Outside of fanfic. (Edit to add: I am not making the argument the phrase is from fanfic. Nor do I Believe it is from fanfic. Jesus Hopping Christ, people. That's not what this project is about.) That may speak to my own bad habits but it got me curious. So a friend and myself downloaded a mirror of AO3 from July of 2024. He did some code- Stuff to scan the mirror for "second head" and of the ~13 million works, ~70k (English) results were returned. That's a rounding error, honestly, but Far FAR more than I expected.

This book is 401 such examples that I personally selected for a variety of reasons. The number itself was arbitrarily chosen. Each page is separate fic, the roughly 300 words around our key phrase.

I don't think repetition or mirroring is a negative thing. I think it's quite charming. Nor do I think it's a sign of a 'bad' artist or 'bad' art. I think it's a signifier of personhood, of belonging, of enthusiasm. Of culture shared and wishing to share. I think it's real sweet. I always smile when I catch a 'grown a second head' in a work.

And it's really fucking funny when it's John Sherlock getting a sloppy toppy. Bless.

Edit: Fixed a very VERY funny error.

Edit: I am not making the argument that the phrase is exclusive to fanfic or, fucking forbid, FROM fanfic. I'm stating this Again because we skim here. Also- If you would like slamdunk my ass by stating the phrase predates the Internet or your GenX parents use it, please use 'sailboat' in your comment so I know you're specifically trying to kill me.

Edit Edit: You know what? Fine. I DO think this phrase came from fandom. I think ENGLISH came from fandom. I think YOU came from fandom. I think EVERYTHING came from fandom. The Sun, the Moon, the Seas- Fandom. Specifically Sonic Mpreg. The second head was Shadow the Hedgehog crowning. Congrats!

[kanameows]

they're so canon

[dreammfyre]

the heir's favorite ⋆ jacaerys velaryon

SUMMARY. You are the first daughter of the marriage between your mother Rhaenyra Targaryen and your father Daemon Targaryen. Always the most rebellious and difficult of all, temperamental, impulsive. However, weak before the temptation to possess your older brother, the crown prince Jacaerys Velaryon, a knight par excellence, the opposite of you. But no one in Dragonstone imagined that you shared much more than dragon's blood.

WARNINGS. +18 Jacaerys Velaryon x fem!oc. Targaryen incest (brother and sister). Jacaerys aggressive and dominant. Smut. Based on the second season of House Of the Dragon.

AUTHOR'S NOTE. This was a suggestion left anonymously in the messages, so I invite you to leave yours. Thanks for reading.

The empty room was so quiet that you could feel your thoughts could be heard all over the place. The full moon illuminated the dark sky, standing out against the stars that night where everyone was resting in their chambers, but you were unable to lie in your bed, much less fall asleep without having nightmares. The Stone Table was where everyone met daily to discuss strategies for the war that was being unleashed in Westeros, but now that empty place was strange, so much silence and loneliness. The extinguished embers did not illuminate the tabletop, you touched the stone expecting to burn, however, it was totally cold.

"Who's there?" a familiar voice entered the place. You turned immediately finding Prince Jacaerys, your older brother and heir to your mother's throne. "Sister... it's very late."

"I know, you should be resting." You replied walking towards him.

"It's a bit complex lately." He took the luxury of joking, in response you smiled without much encouragement. "May I know what you're doing here?"

"Not much. Seems to me you're not the only one who doesn't get any rest." You lifted your shoulders casually. "Any news on your rounds?"

Jacaerys shook his head in disappointment, pacing around the table resting his hands on the handle of his sword without taking his eyes off you, analyzing your presence carefully, as if silently judging you. You rested your hands on the stone of the table relaxing your body on your arms, but your head couldn't stop scheming hundreds of thoughts and bloody imaginary scenarios regarding the war.

"Cole's army is getting bigger and bigger and we don't have a damn clue about anything." You said with a tense jaw. "And about my father..." you sighed deeply without looking your brother in the face "no word from him for days."

"That's not your fault." Jace tried to make you feel better with repeated kind words, but your guilt was growing and the anguish of the approaching war wouldn't leave you alone. "Daemon is not the priority."

"That idiot should be here, on the island, with his queen and his children." You whispered angrily. Then you looked up resolute in your decision. "I'll go see him tomorrow."

That didn't sit well with your brother.

"Don't talk nonsense, Visenya." The heir scoffed. "You can't go to Harrenhal alone, it's too dangerous and we don't know if the way is clear."

"You think I'll arrive by land alongside Daemon's imaginary army?" you sneered in the same condescending manner, a brazen gesture that made Jacaerys' blood boil. "I will ride Vermithor's back at dawn and arrive before the sun peaks. I will return the same day with news before the queen."

"That's a lousy idea!" Your brother exclaimed angrily. Grabbing your arm with brute force, forcing you to look him. "How can you even think of traveling alone to lands we don't know if they are enemies or allies?"

"We need to move fast before they come for us, Jacaerys." You squirmed under his grip feeling his fingers bury into your pale skin. "Do you intend to wait for my father to return?" you managed to break free from his grip with difficulty, Jacaerys ran a hand through his wavy hair desperate not to talk sense into you. "Because you may take a seat, I will not be accompanying you."

"Visenya, please understand the magnitude of your stupidity." He begged, chasing you from side to side. Your brother knew how impulsive you were, and how hard it was for you to get an idea out of your head, no matter if it was good or bad and in this case it was a rather dangerous one. "What happens if you cross paths with Vhagar in the skies?" The prince raised his voice to you demanding and imperative trying to intimidate you, anyone passing nearby could overhear your discussion. You turned your back to him, you didn't want to look him in the face out of embarrassment because deep down you knew his words were true. "You have no business there!"

"I have no business here either!" you exclaimed with the same intensity. You were temperamental by nature and now you were blowing off steam. "I'm tired of staying cooped up on the island, waiting for others to figure things out! I'm a dragon rider, and I'm constrained by these walls."

Your brother understood that feeling better than anyone, he grabbed you by both cheeks, covering your face with his firm hands.

"I know how you feel, Visenya. Believe me, but walking out at the first impulse is not the solution, don't you understand?" You put your hands over his, looking at him intently. You wanted to nod to answer him the question he asked you, but you were mesmerized in his nearness and his breath hitting your face. "Stay here, with us." He watched you carefully without letting go, losing himself in the sense of his pleas to look at you closely, you were so beautiful in any light no matter how dim, a Targaryen through and through with bright, intense violet eyes of long white hair like your parents. Jacaerys couldn't help but stare at you, the half-open lips tempting him to taste you, trying not to lose what little composure he had left. "With me."

You possessed the ethereal beauty of your mother and the complex character of your father, Daemon Targaryen. Under your little ethics and impulsiveness you did not think if it was a coherent idea and you threw yourself to kiss the thick lips of your brother who reciprocated instantly, none of them reasoned, they only moved to the rhythm of the kiss where their moist lips brushed anxiously. Your brother's hand on your waist took you by surprise, more so when he pressed you against his body bumping you against his chest and cornering you against the table.

"Go to sleep." Jace scolded you making an attempt to stop kissing you, but you kept reaching for him. "This isn't a good place."

With a smile you ignored knowing the only way to stop the situation was for you to go to your quarters and you didn't feel like leaving. You grabbed her hair tangling your fingers in her chestnut curls, Jacaerys strength intimidated you, but it wasn't enough to stop you.

"Don't go to Harrenhal." He pleaded leaving kisses on your neck, tracing a wet path over your skin taking advantage of inhaling your scent. "Do it and I promise I will warm your bed every night."

You felt a shiver run down your back at his offering, Jacaerys kept leaving kisses until he reached your collarbones uncovered by the neckline of your dress. His warm lips made your heart beat faster, you grabbed him by the face stopping him.

"Would you do that for me?" you asked with dangerous innocence, watching his glossy swollen lips.

"Do you really doubt it?" he answered against your ear, then brushed his nose against yours slowly, you left a short kiss on his lips almost by instinct, so tender and unexpected that you heard a laugh come out of the prince.

"I'll think about it." You whispered touching his chest, playing with the textures of the fabrics, his agitated breathing gave him away, having you close was a personal challenge for the prince. It was a lie, you weren't going to think about it, you just wanted to give him what he needed to hear to stay with you.

Jacaerys' big hands began to take hold of your body squeezing you tightly making you gasp, then you lifted your chin giving him access to your neck, the kisses there unsettled you in a special way and only your brother knew it, taking advantage of your weakness, listening closely to his breathing and feeling the warmth of his breath was much better. Everything about him you liked, and you were missing him lately. The pressure and uncertainty of the war had taken your head elsewhere, you had abandoned each other for valid reasons, but at that second you just wanted to give yourself to him one more time.

You stood on your tiptoes to gain a little more height reaching for his ear, your brother tensed at the delicate touch of your hot tongue against his lobe, you licked delicately knowing that it turned him on, he confessed it to you one night and you never forgot it. A deep moan of satisfaction came from his throat, then carefully, you lowered one of your hands straight down to his pants, positioning yourself over his hard member that was pressing against the fabric.

"This is not the best place." Begged the prince resting his forehead on your shoulder. "We are in a sacred place, you know?"

You cared little for his insistence or decency when you only wanted to shout his name, though you knew Jacaerys was asking you to stop for the sake of not failing in duty, not because the desire wasn't there. No one understood the reason why Rhaenyra did not cancel the stupid engagement between Lady Baela and the right Jacaerys, no one could deny that they could become blameless kings for the history of Westeros, but there would never be the tension and burning desire throbbing as when the fire was unleashed between you. That first time with a taste of sin, you begging him not to stop, that it was going to become a one-time secret that his parents would never find out, a secret they couldn't help but repeat between your sheets and his, in the hallways and in the library.

Desperate, your brother lifted the skirt of your dress with your help by grabbing your leg and pulling it up to his waist. The mere contact made you moan from the pleasure, you clamped your mouth shut to keep from making noise, you were too sensitive and needy and Jacaerys liked to have you under his control. You were always sarcastic, upset and nasty, just like your dragon, but Jacaerys Velaryon knew how to control you.

"What are you going to do if someone finds out about us?" You asked with bated breath. Deep down it was important to keep the secret guarded to keep it. Jacaerys' fingers stroking between your legs making you jump, clinging to the heir's neck and leaning against the table. "What are they going to say when they find out the crown prince fucking his sister."

His fingers slowly moved up and down, playing with your slimy wetness between his fingers. The mischievous grin on the chestnut's face only reflected the satisfaction of having managed to have you like this, so submissive to him.

"Does it scare you?" he whispered against your moaning lips. With his other hand he gripped the back of your neck tightly, so you wouldn't move. "They're going to find out you're my spoiled sister." Two of his long fingers began to search for the perfect place to insert themselves into you. You stirred under his grip settling in for him, your desperate breathing needing him to finish his work, but he seemed very calm provoking you with his words. "Do you know what they'll call you?" he bit your lip, pulling it towards him. "The heir's whore." His fingers slipped inside you so easily, sliding into your wet insides gushing moans from your chest as you felt him move in and out of you. Jacaerys took your leg his free hand clutching his fingers to your thigh preventing you from closing before him.

At the first loud moan you covered your mouth immediately knowing you were attracting attention, the sensation between your legs was stronger. You squeezed your brother's shoulder getting used to the movement of his fingers inside you.

"Don't yell." He ordered uncompromisingly. He had to kiss you to shut you up, which served you a few short minutes. You were losing your mind, your legs wanted to close but Jace put his foot down to stop that from happening.

"Jacaerys." His name on your lips excited him more than anything else, for it was the tone of desperation that mirrored your desire. To know that he controlled you and you were under his dominion with how arrogant you were, that no knight owned you, that everyone desired you for being Rhaenyra's spoiled daughter, but you were his, no matter an arranged marriage or duty was enough. "Mmh." You ran your hand over your face, desperate to keep silent fighting against your body that was beginning to tremble as his fingers went faster.

But for an ego like Prince Jacaerys Velaryon's it wasn't enough. Listening to you enjoy yourself on the Stone Table where every day they met to discuss war strategies was the most satisfying image to his eyes and he was not going to be able to forget it. The way you moved, dragon-like, the sweetest and most desperate noises came from you, none of the whores he had been with compared to the delicacy of a pureblood Targaryen. A unique and unrepeatable privilege.

When your breathing became erratic and the murmurs incomprehensible swearing you were going to reach that peak, Jacaerys came to a screeching halt chastising you. You opened your eyes in disappointment and fury, your heart leaping out of your chest and your legs damp and trembling.

"Be a good sister," he stroked your cheek with the gentleness you deserve to be treated with. You were trying to listen to him but you were so upset you just wanted to insult him for doing that to you. "Turn around."

Your hair stood up at his tone of voice demanding and conciliatory at the same time. As obedient as ever, just for him, you turned your back to him as the prince busied himself with pulling down his pants that were pressing against the erection he was trying to contain. Your heart wouldn't stop pounding, you could still feel his long fingers inside you and the wait, however minimal, was becoming eternal and torturous. You looked sideways at the entrances of the place without finding anyone, but the truth is that you didn't care if at that moment the queen arrived and found them like that, the euphoria and adrenaline was taking over your body and your reason, the overflowing desire had taken your actions. You felt Jace's hands sneaking up your skirt, careful where to touch, looking for just the right position to enter. He stood behind you, your dress pulled up over your back, the mere touch made you moan. You were so wet it was slipping from your entrance.

"Don't say anything." He told you and you nodded, you were capable of begging if necessary, though deep down you knew he enjoyed it making you obey. "Tell me if you want me to stop."

You closed your eyes as you felt Jacaerys slowly push behind you. You took a breath and tried to relax, you both moaned slowly, the prince tensed his jaw and clenched his teeth to keep from making noise, he stayed still for a few seconds searching for your hips digging his fingers into your skin trapping you in that position, moving you back and forth to better thrust. The rubbing of his member on your walls felt warm and wet, an invasion of your body, you were so used to his size that the sensation became familiar, literally. Some of the pieces of stone you unintentionally threw away, that was going to be a problem for later, because now the noise of their bodies colliding was beginning to consume you. The control he had over you didn't bother you, he gripped you tightly taking over everything. Her hips moved with yours instinctively in a delicious back and forth.

"Like this." You gasped with closed eyes and a satisfied expression. You reached for his hand under your dress and clung to him as tightly as Jace clung to you.

His length pumped in and out of you at a rapid pace, but this time, Jacaerys made sure each thrust was deep by ramming his pelvis into your buttocks.

"What a pleasure to meet again, don't you think?" his question was punctuated by your same panting without stopping moving. You weren't able to answer, your high-pitched moans were getting louder and louder, putting both of you at risk. On the other hand, he was breathing heavily. You had to cover your mouth with your hand, biting your palm to stifle your own moans of pleasure at having him inside you.

You started to stir but you were trapped in his hands, he knew you well enough to know what to do, you turned to look at him finding the heir ramming you with force and speed, his hair fell in curls that moved to the rhythm of his rhythm, when their gazes met for a second he stared at you, your face sweating, your eyes bright with a frown of supplication and red cheeks were enough to have no mercy. Your entrance was tightening at the same time you couldn't breathe, that feeling of a wave invading your insides begging for more desperate to reach orgasm. Jacaerys took your with one hand your waist and with the other your hip, encasing his fingers preventing you from escaping, you were in this together and you had to finish it.

You moved your arm and disarranged the pieces on the board. Now you could hear your brother moaning, cursing you for being his undoing and the greatest of his sins, making you his own feeling the power to mark you and deflower you breaking any tradition that governs the Targaryen nobility. It felt so good that you could confess your love to him just so he wouldn't stop. Luckily for both of you, he didn't stop, the rapid movements and the pressure forming in your lower stomach was getting out of control, the noise intensifying from the collision of your bodies and your knees seemed to lose any kind of strength to hold you up, luckily the table was there to support your body, plus your brother who wasn't going to let you fall. Until you couldn't manage to resist anymore, your orgasm came first like a shiver throughout your body, you closed your eyes tightly and watching you exclaim his name in screams of pleasure ended the infinite torture of the heir that took a few seconds to wait.

"Shit." Your voice hopefully came out of your dry mouth. You had your chest against the weight crushing your breasts, one of your hands intertwined with your brother's who was rebounding behind you.

You both took a second to take a breath and assimilate what you had just done, you had promised not to fall into carnal sin again and that's why the last time was several months ago. You leaned on the table with both hands coming back into yourself with your chest heaving, your brother's hands were still in the same place but he was no longer squeezing you with the same possessive intensity. Your hair was falling on both sides, tousled from the movement and your legs were begging you for a rest.

Jacaerys caught his breath, but his heart had not calmed down at all. His body was still experiencing those chills and that unique tension, he took a step backwards out of your body to get dressed. You immediately felt the fluid trickle down the inside of your thighs, dripping slowly down your hot skin.

"Are you okay?" Jace asked pulling up his pants, his movements a little uncontrolled as the adrenaline was still pumping. You nodded fixing your wrinkled dress. It wasn't the first time it had happened, you both knew what it was, that meant you would have to have tea the next morning.

"Looks like I'll be staying."

Your older brother smiled, fixed his hair pulling it back and moving closer to kiss you again, this time slower and softer, trapping your lips with his so slowly that you relaxed. You took his face kissing him again, his scent, his warmth, his bearing that forced you to lift your chin to reach your mouth, the softness of his lips, it was the most comforting sensation you knew.

"Go rest." He whispered without opening his eyes. Tidying your hair behind your ear.

"Okay." You replied in the same tone, so obedient and submissive before him, kissing for the last time his mouth following your movement. "Good night"

Leaving him was complicated, but you were satisfied with the encounter. As you walked you felt the burning between your legs, a reminder that was to last a couple of days that he had made you his once more, that was the greatest secret they kept hidden, they had forgotten for a moment the war between families, the political problems, duty and order.

Jacaerys Velaryon watched you go, silently picking up the sword he had dropped to the ground. That simple symbol that he was capable of abandoning his duty as prince for you, he staked his honor and his word for taking you. He stayed a while longer tidying up the mess they had created, arranging the pieces of stone in the place that corresponded according to the figure, picking up from the floor some that fell without realizing it. It was he who always assumed the role of responsibility for cleaning up the mess and pretending nothing had happened. How was he going to show up tomorrow at this very spot knowing he had relations with Visenya, the spoiled and arrogant princess, right there?

He only hoped Daemon Targaryen would never discover that his daughter was the heir's favorite if he wished to one day ascend the throne.

[tsbs-shipfessions]

eaps moon should get kisses actually, he's so sweet and just wants people to be nice to him! i don't care who gives him kisses, eaps sun, old moon, solar, i dunno just give hin kissies!!!

From what I've seen of him, EAPS Moon is a very sweet soul. You're right, he deserves all the love he can get.

[corinthianism]

corinthianism's fic recs

here are my personal favorite fanfics! idk how often i'll update this, but i hope you like them as much as i do :) *indicates smut

last updated: march 26, 2024

MARVEL

loki laufeyson - from the void, with love — by whirlybirbs (my fav fanfic of all time!!! i think about this fic several times in a day bro) - riptide — by starks-hero - the tailor* (series) — by birdofhermes (ao3) - time after time (series) — by goldencherriess (ao3) - a friend from work — by cozy_the_overlord (ao3)

thor odinson - god of fertility* (request) — by charnelhouse - highway don't care (but i do, i do)* (part one, part two, part three) — by spacelabrathor

peter parker (andrew garfield) - agree to disagree — by delicate-dorothea - nerdy peter (request) — by webslingingslasher - good boy x bad girl trope (request) — by webslingingslasher - hold you here, my loveliest friend* — by p3mybeloved - your friendly neighborhood sensitive spider* — by jin0 - glad you're home — by withahappyrefrain - the mechanics of a soul — by irndad - 3 is the magic number* — by withahappyrefrain - crush — by ptersparkers - as it goes — by forever-rogue - here comes the sun (part one, part two, part three) — by withahappyrefrain - stability, reciprocity, and a romance for the ages (series) — by privateanxieties (ao3 - need an account to read)

steven grant (moon knight) - hold me close — by stormkobra-5 - gift of min* — by astroboots - puzzles* — by stormkobra-5 - first time* — by luvpedropascal - domestic adonis* — by peterman-spideyparker - where it starts — by silversweetpea - fallen from heaven, grown on earth* (series) — by davosmymaster (ao3) - call me poe* — by kittyfandom (ao3) - elemental — by batsingotham (ao3) - the boy with the thorn in his side — by eating_flowers (ao3)

marc spector (moon knight) - not him — by loud-mouth-loser - it's worth it, it's divine* — by the-archxr - i'm getting to know someone — by davosmymaster (ao3)

wade wilson (deadpool) - tea and sympathy (series) — by bucketsoffrogs (ao3)

SHERLOCK (BBC)

sherlock holmes - your hidden strength — by okay-j-hannah - sublime dexterity* (part one, part two) — by daydreamtofiction - literally everything by starks-hero

SUPERNATURAL

sam winchester - playing house (part one, part two) — by uncouth-the-fifth - baby i'll stay (heaven can wait) — by uncouth-the-fifth - move over.* — by ggwritesstuff - where's your head at?* — by beau55515 - birthdays: sam winchester style* — by karleekarma (ao3) - the comforts of home — by zepskies - under the hood* — by shawslut

dean winchester - whether you like it or not — by kbeautimous (ao3) - reading you wrong — by zepskies - cherished — by thatonewriter15 (ao3) - soft touch — by wearywinchester - i love her, that's why* — by kaleldobrev - drivin' me crazy* — by lis-likes-fics

castiel - salt n' lick* — by aperfectgrace (ao3) - a bite of apple pie (series) — by ac_deanc (ao3)

THE SANDMAN

the corinthian - bring me a dream* (series, ongoing) — by placeinthemiddleofnowhere - nihil — by lis-likes-fics

dream/morpheus - sweet dreams (are made of this) — by stranger-nightmare

CRIMINAL MINDS

aaron hotchner - from eden — by heliotropehotch - gold star — by honeypiehotchner - love, an abstract concept — by luveline - honeymoon phase* (series) — by hotchsbitch (ao3)

THE BOYS

soldier boy (he's absolutely horrible but so. so. hot.) - break me down* (series) — by zepskies (go read their other stuff too!) - talk to me — by zepskies

homelander (also absolutely horrible. would sleep with him.) - if i can't have you — by watchstarscollide - milky white* — by after-witch

GAME OF THRONES

jaime lannister - i'm not made by design — by ichorai (this legitimately changed my brain chemistry)

STAR WARS

obi-wan kenobi - like turning on the light* — by full-time-make-believer (deactivated acc) (this also changed the trajectory of my life) - where it wasn't* — by 221bshrlocked - your thoughts are loud — by spidersbane - empty me out* — by 221bshrlocked - house of memories* (series) — by meshlasolus - bad idea, right?* (series) — by mischiefling (ao3) - you make me feel like dancing — by saradika (ao3) - it's a wonderful lie — by firstofficerwiggles (ao3) - temptation's kiss — by karasong (ao3) - you make my dreams* — by wickedscribbles (ao3) - like a living mirage — by karasong (ao3) - broken drought* — by rosalindbeatrice (ao3) - never grow up — by doihavetoloseyoutoo (ao3) - never ending story — by kybercrystal (ao3) - volveré* — by kxnobi (ao3)

din djarin (the mandalorian) - the savior* (part one, part two, part three) — by dindjiarin - significant — by softlyspector - touching din — by archieimagines - uncharted territory* — by pedrito-friskito - creed* — by wheresarizona - home is wherever i'm with you* (part one, part two, part three) — by saradika

DRACULA (BBC)

count dracula - the székely* (series) — by theplumsoldier

LOTR/THE HOBBIT

thranduil oropherion - a boon* (series) — by inksplots (ao3) - beauty and the beast (series) — by tamurilofrivendell (ao3)

DOCTOR SLEEP

dan torrance - of monsters and men* — by helaintoloki & obitwo - domestic life (headcanons) — by thornsinmycrown - smut alphabet* — by daincrediblegg