#short narative

[kywaslost]

To Be Crushed By The Waves

I wish I could drown in water the way I drown in my love for you. I wish the waves would swallow me whole, because then I could finally get my mind off of you. I’d be wrapped up in the arms of the waves in place of the arms I once craved. I could finally get over the future with you I had paved. Oh, to drown in those waves.

The water would cover the tears I’ve shed over us and what we could have been. Oh what I’d give to feel your gentle touch across my skin. The way you kissed my lips as if there weren’t a worry in the world. Now I am left to live in the memory of us, one I have unfurled. Oh, to drown in those waves.

The person once drowning in love for you Is now drowning in the confusion I have from you. There was once a want for me, for us But now you don’t want to discuss what you wanted for us. Oh, to drown in those waves.

If only I could drown in the water, The one that has clawed her. Calling her name, hoping she would answer, To give in to the temptation to answer. Oh, to drown in those waves.

I’m going to drown one day, And there’s no pushing the thought away. For without you, I have no purpose, Therefore I cannot surface. Oh, to drown in those waves.

[spacegoathours]

things don’t stay bad forever

[xiyade]

So I've created an AO3 account and I'll post my translations of Armenian novels there. Probably not the best place to do it, but whatever makes me feel alive I guess.

[zhansww]

[dairine-bonnet]

Kreia playing hide-and-seek with Mical on the board of Ebon Hawk and Mical's reaction make me laugh!

[oolathurman]

The sith watched, chin propped up on one hand, pen twirling in the other, as Koth Vortena laughed and punched his crewmate in the arm. Coshbyss had always secretly wondered what it'd be like to be that close to someone, close enough to reach out in their space, reach out and rest a hand on a shoulder. He's been told that levels of familiarity and amount of touch differ from individual to individual, but he hasn't experienced it much for himself. Not enough to draw a conclusion at any rate.

Koth was still chuckling to himself when he made his way over to Coshbyss' desk, leaning on it immediately and looking over the sith's shoulder to examine what he was doing. "Still working on that research from last time?" It seemed that Koth's levels of familiarity were simply very close together, and it was effortless for him to befriend people. Coshbyss nodded.

"I believe I'm close to a breakthrough," he started, before Koth suddenly leaned closer.

"Sorry-- you got a little something on your--"

The human reached out for -- Coshbyss' brain stopped -- something on his shoulder -- he was so close -- before leaning back and flicking away the lint he picked up from his shoulder. Koth smiled apologetically, turning his attention back to the desk. "Sorry 'bout that." He was so close -- What did he do that for? -- There was something on your shoulder -- Did he know he was so close?

It took Coshbyss another moment to bring himself back to this moment. "I -- thank you," he stammered. "I… Where was I. Right…"

[p-h03n1-x]

Xiao Zhan for NARS 10.24.2023

[random-iz-stuff]

Zim really went through a whole ass character arc before the events of the series.

[thinking-in-broken-scenes]

Ever Be Again

The could have been

The never weres

The should've been's

And the always weres

We turn these over in our heads as we remember

Tumble and fumble our way through the past

Trying to make sense of a story that is still being written

But can also never be unwritten

Our pens are perpetually running out of ink

Because we only have so much blood

Try to write a story worth reading

Between the first stroke

And when we bleed out

everything has been

And nothing we will ever be again

[avenger-hawk]

Hey hawk, was just wondering if you see yourself moving on from the N@ruto series/Sasuke eventually? For my case, everytime I thought I've moved on (eg: found other media to invest my free time with), I'd always end back up with Sasuke in my thoughts, exploring more about Sasuke's dynamic with other characters etc.

Yeah for me it's more or less the same. I might be more interested in something else for a while, but I never leave Sasuke completely. My fandom passions last a very long time tbh.

I say Sasuke because I kinda moved on from the series, I mean, when I stumble on manga panels or anime moments I have pleasant feelings, because I really liked the story and many characters others than Sas, and interactions, ofc mostly Sasuke’s interactions with others cause it’s all about him for me. But mostly I’m negative because no matter how cool it was the plot and the characters and interactions it still ended the way it ended. For me the dislike for new shit and for kishi is stronger than my interest so I kinda get pissed off every time I see new official art and bullshit even. I'm so pissed off at it that even if I reblog when I see new stuff I like because it's objectively cute, I hate it deep inside and I am pissed off at ppl who are enthusiastically about it (which I know it's stupid and I would never attack someone for liking them, it's just to show how I feel, cause like I said I reblog some of these).

I'd like the series to just end, no more official art, no more merchandise, no more stuff that is created only to keep fans attention high and not because the author/staff has something new and interesting to show.

Also the fandom kinda ruined some characters and dynamics for me, first of all for the moralistic hypocrite bullshit that pairings and dynamics must be always ‘healthy’ and ‘unproblematic’ when some of them are canonically unhealthy and problematic and it’s what makes them interesting, but some idiots decided that defending the rights of fictional characters who don’t exist is more important than defending the rights of real people so wow. Not funny. On the other hand there’s the different fan view on many characters and dynamics, that it’s just different from mine, so when I see some Itasasu related stuff, which used to me my favourite thing, even if it’s not anti it, I’m either meh or just cringing (especially cause there’s so much of the reverse dynamic everywhere, or Shi-ita-sas which is a no for me), same for N*rusasu which is too positive while I see it darker, and others that I like very much but others just see them in a too different way, so it’s just uninteresting for me, which takes away the fun of sharing what I like. Again, not criticizing anyone, I’m just talking about my own taste and distaste and the reason why I might have headcanons or ideas or smth but don’t feel like sharing, since I don’t feel like I belong in the fandom (and when I shared my last fics they didn’t get appreciation anyway lol).

Lastly right now it’s a shitty period, I’m not able to enjoy most things because of the war in Ukraine that even if it doesn’t affect me directly, it affects me a lot anyway because 1) I’m overwhelmed by the amount of denial and bullshit I hear and by understanding how deep russian propaganda arrived in europe, so much that some of it it’s tailored to different countries and ppl just repeat bullshit without realizing they’re supporting the aggressors 2)my gf is half Ukrainian, from Moldova which is kinda the next target 3)I’m really full of sadness and anger and a lot of different feelings about it. I won’t complain about my feelings in this context because I don’t matter, what matters is only the suffering of Ukrainians. I only mentioned this to explain why atm I’m not exactly interested right now in something that in social media brings ‘discourse’ about genocide and ppl get so worked up on justice for fictional characters when a genocide is happening for real.

[kywaslost]

Trees

Some stand tall, some short, yet here I am. I wish I were a tree. Maybe then I would be ok. Trees are wanted, they provide so much. Paper, oxygen, aesthetic beauty. These things bring the world joy. Why can’t I be a tree?

The worst part is, trees can’t get hurt. Even when they do, they never fail to stand tall and keep pushing through. I wish I were a tree. Fungi and trees live in a symbiotic relationship, benefiting each other without causing the other harm. Trees provide shelter too, and not just for animals. Plants and humans benefit from their massive branches and fallen limbs. I wish I were a tree.

In the end, I’m only benefiting the decomposers.

Sometimes I believe the only impact I am going to have in this world is the muddy footprints I leave on this trail, and even then they’ll be washed away come the next rain. Or maybe it’s the death of plants I stumble over. It’s ok though, I’ll be joining them soon. I just have to give it time.

I envy the tree I now sit under. It’s battered and worn and has clearly seen better days, yet it’s still standing strong. It’s lost half its limbs, and they’re dropping lower now, almost as if begging the ground to swallow it whole. Yet there’s still a part of the tree bearing new leaves, reaching to the heavens and protruding its strength. I wish I were a tree.

I envy this tree. Its scars are beautiful. People won’t judge this tree for its battles, its struggles, its successes. I bet the other trees here didn’t give up on this one when discovering its secrets, its struggles. Why won’t people think of me that way? I wish I were a tree. Maybe then they wouldn’t be as repulsed by my scars, my past, my story. I would be worth so much more as a tree.

What am I saying, though? If I were a tree, I would be the one just across from me now, dead and breaking at the seams, unable to bear the weight of the animals trying to thrive in my presence. Or maybe I would be the tree to fall on some innocent family’s home, ruining their lives. Let’s be honest, no matter what life form I am, I’m always ruining something for someone. But at least I’d be pretty.

I wish I were a tree.

A/N: Some of y'all said you'd still like to read my writings, even if it isn't fanfiction, so here you go!

[goldenhypen]

[6:28 pm] ⎯ 심재윤 ⋅ jake sim

synopsis. jake just can’t stop kissing you.

jake x reader | fluff, maybe a little suggestive (but that’s up to your interpretation (⌒-⌒; )) | 0.3k

“jake, we have to go,” you said with a smile as you attempted to push away from his loving grip on you.

“mm-mm,” he mumbled once he pressed his lips against yours once more, shaking his head slightly to indicate he wasn’t done with you yet.

he pulled you closer this time, his hands on your hips, your legs still straddling his lap.

“jake, seriously,” you giggled.

“not yet.”

this continuous pushing and pulling didn’t stop for the next few minutes, with you inevitably giving in every couple attempts; it was impossible not to when your boyfriend's flawlessly soft lips constantly found yours, hands guiding your head and body to move against his in perfect harmony.

but snapping back to reality, you continued kissing him, waiting for the right opportunity to push away. and so once he pulled back just slightly to adjust the position of his lips on yours, you used that time to fully separate from your boyfriend.

“okay, that’s enough, jake! we have to go!” you chuckled.

but before you could even fully escape his touch, his grasp was right back on you, pulling you back into his lap and eliciting a squeal from you.

“the reservations can wait,” he whispered into your ear, sending a rush of shivers through your body from head to toe. “it’s still early anyways. just a few minutes more.”

and somehow, with his words, followed by a smirk that had you melting on the spot, it was enough for you to give into your temptations and dive right back into kissing him again, lips moving right back in perfect sync against one another.

let’s just say, by the time you thought those few extra minutes were up, you two had gone just a little bit overtime and consequently lost your reservations—but in the words of jake, that just gave you two more time for… other things!

a/n. a short lil jake drabble cuz i’ve been holding in my delulu for a little too long atp i was gonna explode :’> just as always tho, reblogs rlly help to support this blog <3 i appreciate it <3

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[petuska5]

[aemonds-fire]

Dragon Girl

Summary: Aemond really likes a lady in red.

Pairing: Modern Aemond Targaryen x Fem Reader

Word Count: 3431

Warnings: MDNI, 18+, SMUT, profanity, she/her pronouns, p in v sex, unprotected sex , fingering.

Author's Notes: AU Aemond did not lose his eye, but has the scar in this.

Fact - NARS makes a shade of red lip color called Dragon Girl. I couldn't leave that alone. Enjoy!!!

Enjoy! Likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated.

Fire's Masterlist

Dividers by firefly-graphics

You're sitting at your desk in your little home office, going through emails on a Monday morning, when one from your co-worker and friend Sara gets your attention. It’s about a get-together she’s organizing at Greyjoy’s, a favorite hangout when everyone still worked in the office. You check the recipient list and see most of the people from your department, along with some of the newer people you haven’t actually met yet.

Sometimes you miss being with people at the office, but you’ll take the benefits of working from home. You send off your response, saying you will be there and get back to work.

You and Sara usually keep a running chat going while you work. She tells you about life as a new mom and gets on you about your social life, or lack of one. Today the two of you are chatting about your boss, Larys, scheduling a late afternoon meeting for Friday, and looking forward to getting together at Greyjoy's.

"I can’t believe the one time you actually have a date, Larys has to schedule a late meeting," Sara complains.

"Sara, it’s not a date. I’m just meeting a friend for dinner," you reply. "I’ll get ready at lunch, hope Larys keeps the meeting short, and pray that I don’t get stuck in traffic."

"How’s the response for Greyjoy’s? Are a lot of people coming?" you ask.

"Some can’t make it, but we’ll have a good group of people," she replies. "But I haven’t heard a response from our mystery man yet."

You knew the "mystery man" she was referring to was Aemond Targaryen. He joined the company after everybody started working remotely. Targaryen is a pretty well-known name; it's one of those ‘old money, filthy rich’ families based in Kings Landing. Since then, you've been trying to figure out why he is working at a small, independent company. Also, he never turns on his camera for meetings, and his profile pic is some kind of dragon symbol, which makes the two of you quite curious.

Through your jobs, you have fairly regular contact with Aemond through emails, chats, and calls. He seemed very quiet and reserved at first, but over time he’s loosened up. You feel that the two of you get along pretty well, though you��ve heard from Sara that not everyone cares for him. She told you that Cregan Stark can’t stand Aemond, saying he has a chip on his shoulder.

On Friday, you get ready to go out after work while on your lunch break. Once you dress and put your hair up in a messy bun, you put on your favorite red lipstick before getting back to work. Soon your meeting reminder comes up, and you join a bit early. Sara and a few others are already on.

Sara sees you and says, "Hi lady, looking hot! Date night tonight. Ohh, that red looks good on you!" You smile shyly, a little embarrassed, and message her privately, Thanks, Sara. Do you really need to broadcast that I’m going out to everyone? And it’s not a date!"

Larys finally joins, and the meeting begins. To no one’s surprise, this meeting was really unnecessary or could have waited until next week. Larys finally begins to wrap it up, but before he does, he asks Aemond a question, but there is no response from him for a moment. Finally, Aemond responds, apologizing that he was distracted for a moment.

The next work week is passing fairly quickly; nothing out of the ordinary. It’s Wednesday, and as usual, you are chatting with Sara.

"Hey, do me a favor; the next time you talk to Aemond, ask him if he’s coming to Greyjoy's." Sara types in the chat. "I haven’t heard back from him, and I’m dying to see what he looks like."

You chuckle as you answer, "I’ve talked to him a few times already this week; it's unusual for him to call that much. Oh, he asked me how my date went. Thanks, Sara."

"He calls you; I just get emails from him, and he asked a non-work related question? Hmmm, anything else?" she asks.

"Yeah, he said the red lipstick looked good on me," you tell her.

"So you get calls, a question, and a compliment? In a few days? That’s more than I’ve got from him in six months," she says. "Funny, I say you have a date, and he pays attention."

Oh, stop; you are really trying to make something out of nothing," you tell her. But he does sound hot. Kind of low and sexy, with a bit of an accent."

You’re pretty much caught up with your work, so you decide to message Aemond about joining the group next weekend.

"Hi Aemond, did you get Sara’s email about everyone getting together next Saturday?"

"Yes, I did," he responds.

"Are you going?" you ask.

"I haven’t decided. It’s not really my kind of thing, and I’d only be going for one reason," he replies

"What reason is that?"

"To see you," he replies.

"Oh, you’re funny," you say.

There was no response from him after that, but a few minutes later, you get an incoming call from him.

"Yes, Aemond," you answer.

"I’m not being funny; I’m serious. I would only go to see you."

"Well, I’m flattered, but you still haven’t said if you are going or not," you remind him.

"I have a better idea. Meet me at Sapphires for a drink on Saturday?" he asks.

You are not sure what to say for a moment, since you weren’t expecting this.

Sensing your hesitation, he adds, "Just a drink or two. If you don’t like me, it’s not like you actually see me at work."

Giving in to your curiosity, you decide to accept. "Alright, Sapphires on Saturday, but give me your number since I have no idea how to find you there."

"Don’t worry, I’ll find you, but we’ll exchange numbers anyway." 

With the summer heatwave continuing, you opt for a simple navy blue dress. After putting your hair up in a loose bun, you put on your favorite red lipstick and headed out to meet Aemond.

Sapphires, a cozy cocktail bar, has a chill ambiance and eclectic decor. Once you enter the black doors, you are welcomed by cool air conditioning, contemporary music, and softer light. Glancing around, you notice a tall man with beautiful silvery blonde hair standing at the end of the bar, looking directly at you.

‘Please let that be Aemond,’  is your only thought as he begins walking towards you.

He’s dressed in black pants and a button down black shirt with the sleeves rolled up on his arms. His hair is long and loose, and the way he looks at you, it’s a part smile, part smirk, and you find it very alluring.

"Y/N, glad you could make it," he says charmingly. "You look lovely this evening. That red is such a pretty color on you."

‘Damn, he’s handsome.’  "Aemond, hello, and thank you. It's good to finally meet you," grinning at him.

‘The pleasure is all mine, Y/N," he responds. "I have a table for us in the back.

As he leads you to a small corner booth, he asks what you would like to have. While you take your seat, he places a drink order with the bartender before joining you. You exchange a few pleasantries before your drinks are quickly brought over.

"Thank you," you say. You take in his features as you take a sip of your wine. His face is angular, with sharp edges, and a scar that runs from his forehead, through his brow, and down his cheek. His eyes are a beautiful blue.

"You’re welcome. Have you been here before?" he asks, his long, slim fingers resting on his glass.

"Yes, but it’s been a while. It hasn’t changed, though," you tell him. "Do you come here often?"

Aemond nods, "Yes, a few times. I prefer a more low-key atmosphere."

The conversation is flowing easily, along with another round of drinks and a shared appetizer plate. As the evening goes on, you are pleasantly surprised by how much you are enjoying his company and how attractive you find him. You try to keep your gaze subtle, noticing the contrast of his shirt against his pale skin, and the veins running up his forearms. You also sense the attraction is mutual, catching quick, enticing stares from him.

You bite your bottom lip as you debate asking him something you have been dying to know.

Aemond arches his brow, watching you, "There you go, biting that lip. You know you do that when you’re trying to decide whether or not to say something."

"I do?" surprised by his observation.

Aemond gives you that little half smirk again, "Yes, you do. Now what do you want to ask me?"

"It’s none of my business, and you don’t have to answer, but I have to ask. Your family is a big deal; why are you here working for our little company?" 

"It’s complicated." sighing. He hesitates for a moment before continuing, "My father plays favorites, and I’m not his favorite. After I got my degree, I tried working for the family company, but I soon realized it wouldn’t matter what I accomplished or how hard I worked. It’s already been decided who inherits and who gets what corporate titles."

"I suppose family and business can get messy," you say with an understanding nod.

"My family is messy to begin with, so I decided to strike out on my own," he shrugs.

He continues on about his family, telling you a little about his parents and his siblings. He continues into a little of his family’s long history, including a very old family legend.

You grin at him and say, "Wait, let me get this straight. An ancient Targaryen legend says your ancestors rode fire-breathing dragons? Seriously, what were they smoking?"

He chuckles, "That is the legend. We were a family of dragonriders."

You look at him playfully and say, "I can see you riding a huge dragon. I see black leather, a long coat, a sword, and your hair blowing in the wind. You could pull that off."

"Do you think so?" he asks with a laugh.

Oh, yes, you would look good," you say, unable to resist being a little flirtatious.

Aemond leans closer to you, not even trying to hide the seductive look in his eyes. "Do you know what really looks good? Those pretty red lips of yours," his voice low, and pure temptation to your ears.

He reaches across the table and runs a finger along the back of your hand, before gently grasping it and rubbing his thumb over your skin.

"I can’t stop thinking about those lips; they're driving me crazy." 

Partially encouraged by the wine you’ve had, and the powerful attraction to him you’re feeling, you find yourself angling closer to him.

"Just curious, but what have you been thinking?" you ask as you gaze into his eyes.

"Hmm, I’d rather show you than tell you," moving even closer, you can feel his breath on your neck. When you turn your head a little more towards him, he lets his lips graze across yours. When you part your lips slightly, he kisses you slowly, before pulling back slightly. "I really want to take you home with me, or go home with you."

You can feel the heat of your desire spreading through you, "I think I’ll take you home with me. My house is ten minutes from here.”

Aemond quickly pays, leading you out to the parking lot. He insists on you riding with him, since you've had several drinks. When you reach his sleek black Mercedes, he kisses you again, pushing you against the car, before opening the door for you.

As soon as your front door is shut, his hand goes to the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss, while his other hand grips the curve of your hip. He hums against your skin, "I could kiss you for hours. So pretty." He lavishes attention on your lips, sucking and nipping, slipping his tongue into your mouth to entwine with yours.

Your arms go around his slim waist, pulling him to you. "You’re not so bad yourself," you whisper breathlessly, returning his kisses with equal fervor. Your hands feel nothing but hard, lean muscle on his body.

He moves on from your swollen mouth, caressing your neck with his lips and tongue. "Every meeting, thinking how pretty you are. Then you wear that fucking red lipstick. Drove me crazy; all I could think about was that pretty mouth," his voice low and husky.

You feel his hand moving down your thigh, sneaking under the hem of your dress to squeeze your bare flesh. "Am I living up to your expectations?" you ask prettily as you extricate yourself from his grasp. "Bedroom is this way," you say, taking his hand and leading him down the hallway.

You stop in the middle of your room, holding your hair up. "Want to unzip me?" glancing over your shoulder at him. The blatant desire on his face excites you, sending shivers through your body.

"My pleasure," he whispers, kissing the back of your neck, before slowly pulling down the zipper of your dress, placing soft, wet kisses down your spine as he goes. You hum as you feel your skin tingle and shrug your arms out of the sleeves, letting it fall to the floor, before stepping out of it and turning to face him, while saying a silent prayer of thanks that you decided to wear the pretty lace bra and panties set.

"You’re overdressed; let me fix that," you say as you start unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a patch of blonde hair in the center of his chest. You mimic his kisses as you bare his chest, trailing your lips on his skin. You inhale the scent of him, clean and woodsy, as you taste him, your tongue teasing his nipples, feeling him breathe deeply. Soon you feel his hand in your hair, pulling you back up for another kiss.

Aemond moans into your mouth, kissing you deeply, as he palms your breasts before reaching around and unfastening your bra. "Perfect fucking tits," as he cups them, feeling their weight in his large hands, thumbs teasing your hardened peaks. He steadily moves you back until you reach your bed. "Lie down," he whispers in your ear.

You turn and crawl onto your bed, giving him a great view of your ass, before settling on your back in the middle of the bed, propped up on your elbows. You watch him strip down to his boxers, his erection straining against the silky fabric, while he never takes his eyes off of you.

You can feel the wetness leaking from your pussy at the sight of him. Long and lean, with defined muscles, you can’t believe how good he looks. You breathe a sigh of appreciation, while you stare seductively at him, saying, "Fuck, you’re gorgeous." 

With a sly, sexy smirk on his face, he gazes at you. "Take off your panties for me," he instructs you, staring as you comply, while palming his cock over his boxers. "Good girl, now show me that beautiful pussy of yours."

You shiver at the silky smooth sound of his voice, before spreading your legs wide to give him a full view of the most intimate part of your body. "Like what you see? Your voice is low with arousal. Your entire body is aflame with lust, and he has barely even touched you.

"Mmm, yes, I do," he replies, as he takes off his boxers, his hard cock springing free. "Like what you see?" he asks teasingly, before coming over to lie down next to you.

You can’t help licking your lips when you see his very nice sized cock, flushed with red at the tip. "I like that a lot, you say, nodding your head.

Aemond lowers his head to suck on your nipple, flicking his tongue over it as he slides his hand over your belly, down between your thighs. He moistens his fingers in your wetness, massaging your clit. "You’re already wet for me," his voice thrums against your breast.

You can feel his hard cock against your thigh, hot against your skin. You tangle your fingers in his hair, gasping as he slips a long finger into you, then another, pumping them in and out, curling his fingers to rub the spot of nerves inside you. brushing his thumb over your clit. You already know you're not going to last long; the tight pleasure building within you.

"After you come on my fingers, I’m going to turn you over and fuck you," he says between nips on your breast. "You’re going to feel so good around my cock, I know it." When he adds a third finger, you can't help but moan, fisting the covers of your bed.

Your orgasm hits soon after, your walls clenching around his fingers as he keeps working them back and forth.

While you lay there panting, waiting for your heart to stop pounding, he reaches for his pants, pulling out a condom.

"I hate those," you say, rolling to your side and playfully dragging your nails along his thigh. "Everything is good on my end, all clean with an IUD. I’m willing to skip that if you are."

Dropping the foil packet on the floor, he said, "Good here too. Now turn over so I can fuck you."

Pulling yourself up on your knees, you feel him move behind you, pushing down on your back slightly, while he guides his cock to your entrance. Slowly, inch by inch, he pushes his hard length into you, causing you to gasp at the fullness you feel.

"Fuck, so tight," he hisses, drawing back halfway before plunging back into you. "Put your hands behind your back," he said, holding your wrists together in one of his large hands. Soon, he sets a steady pace, pumping smoothly. "Mmmm... you’re taking my cock so well," he said, praising you.

Soft whines come from your mouth every time he drives his body against you. "Yesss, fuck…" turning your face against your pillows. You feel you will go insane from the sensations of him repeatedly hitting that sweet spot deep inside you, driving himself deep into you again and again.

"Keep making those pretty noises for me," he says, snapping his hips harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin louder, and your whimpers now little cries from the tightening coil of ecstasy deep within you. "Such a good girl," he tells you.

With your wrists pinned behind your back, you’re reduced to mewling pleas, "Don’t stop…close…Aemond…" feeling an intense climax building quickly. A few more hard thrusts are all it takes to make you shudder with spasms of euphoric release, leaving you unable to get out more than strangled whines.

Your orgasm causes you to clench around his cock, earning you a grunted "Fuck... from him. His pace becomes erratic, his fingers digging into your skin as you feel his cock begin to twitch inside you, followed by hot spurts of cum.

Aemond finally releases your wrists, wrapping his arm around your waist and helping hold you steady as you both reel from the aftershocks. He slowly pulls out of you, both of you collapsing onto the bed, panting. He gathers you into his arms, placing soft kisses on your shoulder. "Fuck, that was amazing," he murmurs, "You good?"

"Mmm, gonna feel that tomorrow," smiling when you see his look of concern. ‘Worth it," you tell him, snuggling against him.

"Sorry," with another soft kiss. "Let me stay, and I’ll make breakfast in the morning," he whispers in your ear.

"Deal," you laugh. "Be right back," you say, moving to get up. You go into your bathroom to clean up, slipping on a short robe before returning with a damp washcloth for Aemond, "Just toss it in the hamper. I’ll get us some water and snacks."

Once you’re settled back in bed, relaxing next to Aemond, you remember something that makes you start to laugh.

"What’s so funny?" he asks.

"I just remembered what that shade of red you like so much is called," you say, grinning at him. "Dragon Girl,"

 He looks at you, chuckling, and says, "I guess this is just meant to be."

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local kitten gets lost on Nar Shaddaa and experiences more stimuli than he has in the rest of his short life combined

(from an AU with some friends where Jial-ro never makes it to Tython for training because the transport ship is raided by pirates who immediately adopt him)

[itsravenbitch]

Hi Raven, since Fleur’s on break and you two are my favorite bloggers, i thought why not send you my success.

with the help of you both, i manifested so many things by simply giving my desires to the inner man! 🥹

“the only reason why you fail, is because you haven’t accepted that imagination is the only reality, everything stems from imagination. the longer you focus on getting it in the physical world, the more stress you’ll have. you only want the feeling such desire brings you, so give it to your inner man.” is what Fleur told me once, and it stuck with me ever since.

You have made such an impact in my life too, and all i can do is thank you both for being amazing bloggers, and two of the best too.

i’ll give you a short list of some of the things i manifested:

my dad being entirely healthy from possible tumors, i revised absolutely everything, how? some people may ask: by accepting the fact that it never happened in the world of imagination.

my mother selling more houses, specially to rich people. she’s a realtor, and wasn’t having the best weeks in the market, now she’s making so much money, and i’m so happy for her. 🫶🏿

physical changes: height, eye color change, bigger lips, bigger body (i had trouble gaining weight), no stretch marks, rosy lips, and natural pigmented blush on my cheeks (i would love if you could suggest some good blushes for dark skinned girls, i would appreciate you twin!! ❤️‍🩹) and more.

clothes, shoes, a new closet in general lol.

a new phone & airpods max!

and there’s more, but these are the most important to me. once again, thank you both! @itsravenbitch and @fleurlx i love you so much.

hi love:)

this is amazing but this was all you! you fed your inner man and made this happen!

as for blush for darker skin i’ll recommend both orange and pink tone blushes cause i use both so

pink

nars cosmetics blush in “exhibit A”

mac powder blush in “raizin”

and rare beauty liquid blush in “lucky”

orange

one size cheek clapper 3d blush trio in “fire starter”

elf’s putty blush in “bahamas”

rare beauty liquid blush in “joy”