#Malachi Parker

[oneirataxiahiraeth]

can u write something where kai & the reader r using knife play on each other omg & blood sharing like the reader is a vampire or something that is so hot

The Red Means…

Pairing : vamp!reader x kaiparker

Warnings : mentions of blood, blood sharing, wearing, mentions of magic, choking, blood drinking, overstimulation, knife play, smut, swearing

Word Count : 5.7k

A/N :

Kai and Blood Sharing??? Kai and Knife kink??? I haven’t heard of a better idea ever in my life <3 this has been in my drafts for far too long and I haven’t posted in literally forever and I’m so sorry about it<333 but I hope you loved enjoy, this might be my longest piece yet too!

If there was a lesson you would have loved to learn before today, it would be not to snoop around in a witch's garden.

Which is exactly what you did. Which is why you were in the exact position you were right now. Thrashing and groaning in the passenger seat of the car while Damon drove 90 miles and hour back to the boarding house.

"How and is it on a scale from 1-10?" He asked, so much concern present on his features and laced in his tone. "Y/N?! shit." He seethed when you just responded in a pain filled moan, fingernails ripping into the pristine leather of you car seat.

Your body was hot, and the amount of clothes you were wearing wasn't helping the situation in the slightest. It was a painfully familiar heat... one you felt when you first turned. Of course, it wasn't as terrible as this, but that's the only feeling you could connect this to. You didn't want to admit it, but it was hard not to. You were horny. More than usual, of course. You couldn't tell if the hunger you were also feeling was connected to this... feeling, but it certainly wasn't helping. You couldn't even keep in your fangs. They just kept coming out, making sure to have their presence known. Whatever witchy herb you managed to get yourself into was working actual numbers on you.

By the time you reached the boarding house you would've done the most sinful things to be alone with a blood bag. The plan was to lock yourself in your room, hoping that a little major self care moment and a blood bag or 5 would get rid of this insatiable hunger. But Damon wouldn't leave you. He forced himself under you, sweeping you off your feet and carrying you inside. He was worried, and you found it oh so sweet, but god you couldn't wait to get away from him. The second he figured out what was happening you'd never hear the end of it.

"Bonnie?!" Was the first name he called once he bursts through the door. "Stefan?!" He yelled again, hoping that someone would answer. "Where the hell is everybody?!" He grumbling once again.

It was at this point that you could smell it. Whatever it was. It was strong. Dominating you nose and sending the most pleasurable tingles straight to you core, causing such dampness in between your legs you feared that it's show through your jeans.

"It's so early, too early to be yelling-" Kai's voice rang through the living room as he sat up from the couch. His eyes were half closed, eyebrows raised to suspicion what's he saw the clear muddled state you were in. "and too early to be dealing with whatever that is." He groaned as he stood from the couch, letting off a moan as he stretched the sleep from his muscles. The sound eliciting a small quaint moan from you lips, which Damon took as a noise of pain.... Thankfully. "What is that exactly?" Kai asked, curiosity getting the best of him.

You could hear his foot steps growing closer to where Damon stood with you limp in his arms. You wanted to protest, the scent that struck you when you first entered growing stronger every step he grew closer, then you felt it.

Kai.

"I don't know, but something's wrong." Damon spoke, his voice in somewhat of a panic.

"Obviously." Kai remarked, the deepened of his voice earning another noise from you.

His scent. His voice. Him. You wanted it. You needed it. More than you have ever needed anything ever in your entire life. You had noticed Kai before. His smile, his eyes, the absolute charm he held, you were no stranger to it. But right now, it was like all of those things were sending you over the edge. It was a struggle knowing he was right there and having to keep yourself sane. Every fiber of your being wanted him in ways you couldn't even explain to be reasonable.

You and Kai didn't have much of a relationship. Not even a friendship to be perfectly honest. You spoke when it was necessary or you where in the same room. You got stuck alone with him from time to time which you pretended to hate but you didn't find him all that bad. Every now and again there was a bit of harmless flirting between the two of you but that was all. It was nothing totally outrageous but it was common. And you hoped like hell he didn't make any sly remark that might cause you to lose grip on whatever reality you were clinging to.

"You're a witch. Fix her!" Damon spoke up and you prepared yourself to protest... for real this time.

"Damon" you groaned, trying to push away from the the vampire holding onto you. "Let me go." You wriggled from his grip, stumbling onto your feet, knees weaker than you anticipated. You nearly fell, but of course, Kai was right there to catch you. You ducked in a sharp breath before pushing away from him, gathering everything in you to race up the stairs in just seconds. Both Damon and Kai stood confused for only a moment before hearing a room door slam shut.

"Geez... what did you do to her?" Kai asked, a light tone in his voice.

"I didn't anything!" Damon defended only to get a raised eyebrow in response. "We were searching for some weird herb Bonnie had been looking for and she ran into this plant and started acting all weird-"

"Herbs?"

"Yes, herbs! I don't know what was what but obviously whatever it is she got into is messing her up bad."

You locked the door right behind you. Almost immediately, you began to shed off all the constricting clothing you had on. You were such a mess it felt humiliating. A light sweat breaking out across your skin as laid out across your bed, immediately trying to find some sort of relief.

You mumbled out curse words, and thought of the most erotic things your mind could imagine but none of them good enough. Not when you remembered the best sex you've ever had, or you're favorite porn video. Not even when you switched position, trying the usual things that have you trembling with pleasure by the time you were done. Nothing. None of it was working and you knew exactly why. Because they were him. The scent of him still lingered in your nose, filling in the images in your mind with him face. Your demented sick brain thinking of all the things you would allow him to do to you. Thinking of what it would feel like to be pinned down and beg for mercy at the likes of him. Nothing even brought you close until you're mind began flooding with thoughts of him. Even then, even as you felt the built up nothing stuck. It would be so good then slip away almost immediately.

This was certainly going to be a long night.

"I-I-I don't know, it was spiky and she said it like pricked her finger and she started feeling weird." Damon spoke, pacing back and forth in the living room as he tried explaining to Kai what happened step by step.

"I'd have to go up and ask her about more symptoms but there's not much I can do with that." Kai answered honestly.

"What do you mean? How many prickly plants do you know that can this?"

"None. But what you just described sounds like a cactus. And the spindle from sleeping beauty."

"Minus the sleeping and the beauty part." Damon cracked. "I'll call Bonnie and see what she can find out, but just do something to fix her, even if it's just momentarily." Damon sighed, before pulling out his phone and walking off.

You cried out once again in frustration, back flopping down from its arch as you managed to edge yourself for the 4th time in the past 14 minutes. You were on the edge and slowly breaking down. With all your whines and panting you almost didn't hearing the footsteps coming quickly down the hall. The scent attached to Kai became stronger and you prayed he wasn't coming to check on you. Seeing him right now was dangerous for you. With the quaking hunger and the lustful desires for him, you didn't know whether you'd be able to keep your cool once you saw him.

"Y/N?" There was a soft knock at the door. You popped up from your bed, cursing to yourself as you hurried trying to find the clothes you tossed all around the room. "Are you okay? I mean- I know you're not okay, but are you like dead or something?" He asked, tone light and warm. "Don't respond if you are." He smiled to himself at the joke.

"Go away." You groaned, slipping up your underwear seconds before the door began to open.

You were a sweaty mess, parts of your skin more red than other, your face was a shade lighter than the rest of your body, and you stood in an awkward stance trying to cover yourself which really helped nothing.

"Oh wow." Kai blinked, not caring enough to look away at first.

"The door was locked for a reason!" You whined before he turned his head to the side after ogling the hell out of you.

"Was it?" He hummed in response knowing full well he had unlocked the door with his magic before coming in. Of course, if he had known you were half naked, he wouldn't have entered. "I uhm... didn't notice." Slowly he began turn his head back to you, making sure to keep his eyes level to yours, which was possibly the cruelest thing he could've done in that moment.

"What? What do you want?!" You snapped, dang making their appearance as you noticed the redness in his cheeks and the points of his ears. There was a single vein sticking out of the left side of his neck and you swore you could hear his heart pounding your name every 2 seconds.

"Damon told me a little about the plant you ran into but I need to be sure about the symptoms before I can start looking into anything to help." He explained and you let out a harsh sigh.

"I don't know- I don't know- I don't- fuck." You bent over, hands on your knees as you felt the waves of hunger and shocks of pleasure flowing through you. "I'm so..." horny. "Hungry."

"... like burger hungry or-"

"I need blood, kai!" You griped and he nodded. You stood straight quickly, eyes back on his, fighting against the urges but for some reason you just had to be closer. "I need. blood." you were face to face with him in seconds. His scent fueling every drive you had.

"Good, I figured, so I brought you this." He moved his hand from his back to reveal the blood bag he bought from the cellar. "I didn't know which type you preferred so I just grabbed one." Without question you snatched the bag from his hands, tearing into it without guilt.

At first it tasted like you've never eaten anything before in your life... then... it started tasting like rotten flesh. So your raced to the trash can to spit it out.

"No, no, no" you cried shoving the blood bag away from you. Kai watched in confusion before picking up the bag that stopped just inches away from him.

Could you be hungry for him too?

"So..." kai hummed blandly. "Your not hungry?"

"This isn't funny!" You scolded but he just smiled.

"I'm not laughing."

"Get out! Please just leave me alone!" You begged but that didn't really work on him.

"Damon said I had to fix you."

"You can't fix me!" You stated.

"I take that as a challenge." He hummed, and the sultry in his voice made you nearly melt into the floor. "Maybe you just need fresh blood." You stood from the trash, refusing to face him. Looking at him would result in a rush of feelings that you didn't need. "Come on." He held out his wrist as if he wasn't playing with his life.

"Are you out of your mind? Get the hell out!" You'd napped but still he didn't budge.

"Don't make this difficult." He sighed. Then you turned, using the scariest vamp face you could, baring your teeth, threatening him once more. "Motus." He said calmly, bringing you right into his grasped against your already weak will. Your neck found home right in the palm of his hand, earning a particularly filthy moan. His eyes widened for just a moment, head tilted to the side at the reaction.

With the lack of clothing, body rejecting the blood, and slightly trembling in his hands, all of this started to piece together in his mind.

"That's... interesting." He squeezed his fingers around your neck very slightly earning another noise which sent a jolt of excitement through him.

"Kai please" you whimpered, hands wrapping around his arm. You easily could've pried him off of you, but you didn't want to. You needed him on you, you needed him so bad it hurt.

"I think I know what plant you ran into now." He hummed as if it was no big deal. "And luckily for you, I know a few ways to stop... this" he scanned you up and down, hand not budging around your burning skin.

"I'll do anything, kai, please just fix me." You begged with tears in your eyes.

"It's not actually that simple." He released you from his grip, hand dropping slowly, watching as your lips formed a tiny pout. "You ran into some ancient herb with a name way to Long to pronounce correctly that stimulates certain hormones. Your senses are on overdrive, like how they'd be when you first turned. You became faster, stronger, you're hearing and sight grew better, it's all that 10x over." He explained.

"So like vampire steroids?"

"Something like that." Kai shrugged. "You said your hungry, but your body rejected the blood, so it could be that you need fresh blood." He spoke, holding out his arm for you. "Take the fresh blood." He spoke, but you just shook your head. "Obviously you want it no need to be stubborn about to, y/n." He rolled his eyes and you struggled to keep away from his offer. "You don't understand I-I can't drink from you."

"Oh my god, you people are so dramatic these days." Kai groaned. He took the blood bag in his other hand and brought it to his mouth. His eyes flickered to you before mumbling a quick "you are so gonna owe me for this" and taking a bit of the blood into his mouth. You watched in shock, core quivering at the sight of him, a drop of blood hanging off his lip before he shook his head, mixing the blood in his mouth to get it warm.

Since you couldn't drink the cold blood, and refused to drink directly from him, maybe body temperature blood would do the trick.

He grabbed you again, you closer. His hand found the back of your neck, leaning you head back. You opened you mouth to protest before you could feel his lips on yours.

You let off a muffled moan, inviting the screaming pleasure in your panties to fill your mind as the hot blood trickled into your mouth. Soon you became less concerned with the blood and more concerned with the way his hands kept you in place. You wished they would travel to regions you've just spent exploring, but the stayed in place. Almost as if he was trying to be gentleman about what was happening.

"You're a way better kisser than I thought." Kai hummed once he figured he'd given you all the blood he had in his mouth. He released you once again, earning a soft whine. "How do you feel?"

"I uhm, I don't- oh my god" you huffed, trying to catch your breath. "the uhm- it was warm I think I uhm, I don't know" you rambled trying to look everywhere but him. Then that when you felt it... again.

You raced back to the trash can, rejecting the human temped blood into the now tainted white bag.

"And now I have my answer." Kai nodded.

"What?" You wiped the blood from your lips looking back to the siphon.

"Besides hunger what else do you feel?" He asked and you felt your stomach tighten.

"I don't know what your talking about..."

"The plant Damon described originates somewhere the Middle East. It's extremely rare, and is commonly find is some of the oldest, most powerful "love" spells ever recorded in any grimoire." He went on to explain. "Along with your senses, the plant amplifies you're wants and desires, especially wants and desires involving a particular person."

"Ok..."

"I guess what I'm asking is... without being too vulgar... are you horny?"

"How fast can you fix me?" You blinked, lips in a tight line.

"Well, that's the tricky part. I can't necessarily 'fix' you unless you're like totally obsessed with me" he smirked and you felt your heart drop. "Along with the hunger you should being lusting for a specific person and if you haven't pieced it together by now, in order to stop all this..."

"I need to have sex with the 'object of my desires'" you're face scrunched at the words and he nodded.

"Pretty neat how this witchy stuff works huh?" Kai smiled. "You also have to feed on them. I actually remember back in the prison world that it's better to do both preferably at the same time, the adrenaline causes a-"

"There's another fix right? Another way to stop this?" You gripped the trash can.

"Somewhat. I could cast a spell to speed up the process for you-"

"Why didn't you lead with that?!"

"You're cute when you get flustered" he winked "and you'd be in excruciating pain for the next 17 hours... and this way doesn't ensure that the plants effect will entirely wear off." He shrugged.

"What?!"

"Of course you could also wait this out but that'd be like a good few days, or weeks, months even." He spoke as if this wasn't the hardest news to hear.

"So my options are-"

"Breakfast in bed, excruciating pain with side effects, or you can stay like this" kai smiled widely.

"Fuck." You whined.

"So the first choice?" He spoke.

"Y- no! No no no." You whined. "The first option is out of the question!"

"It'd be the quickest and least painful." He tried but you weren't budging.

"Oh my god, please shut up."

"Just text whoever it is, and ask them to help. The worst they could do is say no, and besides who wouldn't want to-" his mouth was moving so fast he couldn't even process the thoughts being spewed out before he caught himself. "help... you..." he cleared his throat.

"You don't understand!" Your tone was a little more assertive than before which caught his attention. "Please just get out!" He didn't argue this time.

He stared at you for just a moment before walking out and closing the door. He stood outside of the door, staring at the knob. Slowly, in what might have been his narcissism chipping away at his brain he started putting pieces together. Horny. Hungry. Wouldn't feed from him. You kept the blood in his mouth down longer than it coming straight from the bag, which didn't make sense. You should've had the same immediate reaction. Kai stood there confused and hesitant. If what he was thinking was true, he had to be the dumbest person on earth not to see it before. Or maybe if it was wrong, the most self centered.

Before he could stop himself he opened the door once again. You were now hunched over the bed, breathing heavy, head hanging down, trying to ignore the temptation that just won't seem to go away.

Kai reached into his back pocket, walking closer to the bed. He pulled out a small switch knife. It had a black steeled blade with red markings, and silver engravings. It was sharp enough to slice through a piece of paper and to draw out just the smallest bit of blood with going too deep in the skin.

"One more thing before I go." He hummed, bringing the blade to his hand and slicing the edge of his palm. Blood immediately surged to the area, slowly pooling in the cut before slowly gliding around his hand.

Your head snapped up at the increasing smell of him. He was right next to you at this point, basically shoving himself in your face. It was like he wanted to break you. Wanted you to fail in whatever moral mission you were trying to accomplish.

"What are you doing?" You tried to back away but it was useless.

"Just one drink." You were frozen still, as Kai walked around you. His chest brushing against your back, arm wrapped around you, bringing his wounded hand up to your trembling lips. You had tears in your eyes, fangs out and ready as you tried fighting it. "Just one."

"Please don't, I can't." You whimpered, as he touched your lip with the blood oozing from him palm. It was too hard to resist it. The second your tongue darted out to taste it, it felt like something took over you completely. Your lips connecting to his flesh, your hands gripping his wrist as you used him as a wall to keep yourself from falling over.

He fought himself from smiling as you licked up the blood from his hand, continuing to nurse the wound, but never using your fangs.

"Good girl, that wasn't so hard was it?" Kai placed his hand on your waist, fingers sending the dirtiest of thought coursing through you. "Can you keep it down?" His voice was almost a whisper, and he almost felt silly when you didn't respond right away.

"I... I need more." You're grip on his wrist lightened as you turned to face the siphon.

"Why didn't you tell me before? I don't bite." He teased. "I'm not complaining though, that blood bit before? That was hot."

"If you don't leave, I don't think-"

"If I wanted you to control yourself I wouldn't be in here." Kai grumbled as if he'd heard this speech a million times.

"I don't think you understand what your saying."

"Fine. I'll make the first move." He grabbed your face before muttering a quick "again."

Your lips connecting so harshly, barely giving you anytime to think. You melted right into him, hands choosing to get lost in the hair at the nape of his neck. The scruff from his freshly grown beard scraping against your face. You couldn't say you minded it at all, but even with giving info just one of your desires it still wasn't enough.

"No, no, I can't" you mumbled against his lips. You were trembling, and you could still taste the blood on his lips but it wasn't making you sick. It felt good. You're skin didn't feel as hot, and those coils in your stomach were getting just a bit looser. "please don't do this-"

He took his same knife, introduced the blade to a fresh patch of skin on his wrist. The dark blade drawing red lines, just overloading the poor vampires senses. You let out a sharp noise, as he brought the flesh back up in front of you.

"You said you needed more right? Take it." His voice was deep and so sure.

You were weak. That's the only way you could describe this. Your fangs sunk right into the wound, a moan leaving your lips at the taste. Kai's hands rested on the back of your head as you tried your best to control yourself. His head growing lighter, and pants a bit tighter. Maybe he shouldn't have, but he couldn't help it, this was just

"I want to." He let out breathily.

"What if I hurt you?"

"I can take a little pain."

"What if Damon-"

"The more the merrier"

"Kai please-"

"The next words out of your mouth better be good."

"Fuck me."

You're back hit the mattress in only a matter on minutes. Kai climbing on top of you without thought. You legs spread to welcoming him his presence. His hips resting against yours as your lips connected once more. The kisses were sloppy, passionate, and rough. You didn't care to hide your moans, or whines as you felt his jeans graze against the soft damp fabric of your panties.

"Need you to touch me" you panted, hands gliding under his shirt, feeling the smooth skin beneath. Part of you wished you could just crawl into his skin, getting as closer as possible to relief. "Please." There was so much desperation in your voice it was just so hard not to give in.

The kisses just got less and less composed, kiss lips leaving trails all along your jawline, suck bruises that wouldn't last for more than a few seconds. You pleaded and begged for more, whining and you felt his hand slip into your ruined panties. Kai was shocked at how wet you were, his fingers just slipped right through your folds, like you'd been waiting for him your entire existence. Part of him knew it was just the plant and the increased libido, the other part of him chose to focus on the fact that he was the only one who can satisfy you in this state. You wanted him this bad. And he was surely going to soak it in.

"Please I need it so bad" you we're near tears, frustration and somewhat of discomfort raging through you.

He obliged, slipping one finger into your entrance. You left out a soft moan, gripping his biceps a little tighter than you had, signaling him for more. So he gave you more. Your blinking became inconsistent, eyes not knowing whether they wanted to stare at him or fall back. He watched carefully as he pumped in just two fingers, scissoring them in as his hand slowly became covered in your slick. Every thrust of his fingers his palm came in contact with your clit. The most sinful lewd wet sounds filling the air along with your beautiful cries and pants.

"God, I thought your voice was hot before, but this is just something else" he chuckled, the sound echoing through your mind sending you right over the edge.

"Fuck" you cried out, breathing erratic and stomach tightening as you get just a bit of the pressure release before it built back up again. "I need more. Please, I need it I need you"

"You have such good manners." Kai smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to your neck.

"I need you inside of me, Kai." You pleaded, only seeing how amused Kai was by the situation. His smile making the vein on the side of his neck more prominent than usual. "This will make the hunger go away right? This will help?" You asked, naked bloody thought coursing through your mind.

"Nope, you still have to feed." Kai spoke, removing his hand from you panties, fingers glossy and covered with your arousal. Without thought he sucked off the slick from his hand, moaning at the taste, pushing his crotch a bit more into yours making sure you could feel the bulge growing in his pants. "You won't hurt me, y/n, I'll live." He stated but you just couldn't. You couldn't even look at him, it was too much. The touching, his voice, his scent, it was clouding over everything. "Y/N." He spoke again, using a hand to grip onto you chin, forcing you to look back up to him.

"just give me time," you're voice was small. "I can't- not now... I really just need you inside of me."

   "don't act so sweet now, y/n, what do you want?" He teased, dropping the matter of feeding... for now.

    "I want you in-"

"What do you want." He repeated, not happy with the answer she was trying to provide.

    "Please Fuck me." She whined. "I need your cock in me so bad, Kai." He wasted no time in giving into the girl underneath him.

It was slow and sensual. You're jaw fell as he pushed so deep into you, you could practically taste him on your tongue. You're eyes were struggling to stay open, jaw trembling as you let out a high pitched squeak.

If you knew how good this would feel before, you would've been a lot less hesitant earlier.

"Shit" he groaned, your grip on his arms tightening as your hips connected. "You're so fucking tight"

"I'm so close, kai, please" you whined.

His hips retracted before slamming into you once more. The sinful noises out of your mouth filled the air, and suddenly nothing mattered. You didn't care that Damon could possibly hear, or about the amount of judgement you'd face once this was all over. You felt the best and worse you love ever felt at the same time, just chasing after a feeling that only Kai was able to gift to you.

    "Fuck you're so deep" you cried out, mind spiraling to depths you e never experienced before.

   His grunts filled you're ears as his head dipped down. Sounds so raw and beautiful just sweetening the moment.

  But you could feel it. That hunger. It was so strong, so needy, you couldn't fight against it. You're fangs exposed themselves against your will. Veins under you eyes showcasing themselves as you tried to contain the emotion. His skin was just so close to yours it made it hard to resist. His neck on display right next to your face. The light layer of sweat he built up calling your name.

   You tongue darted out, tasting the salty mess he worked up.

    "I'm so sorry" you're whimpered  out, not giving much warning as to what you were about to do. You fangs came in contact with the sensitive skin on his neck, sinking in so deeply you swore you heard a moan from the man currently fucking the life out of you.

   "Shit" he groaned, slowly his movements as you took what you deemed necessary. Hips grinding up into his, to provide yourself even more pleasure. It didn't take long. With the taste of his blood taking over your tongue and his cock twitching inside of you feeling like it was almost ready to burst, you couldn't help it. “Holy shit” he moaned out.

It was euphoric, but you still needed more. You nothing something more.

“Harder, please give it to me harder”

“Got my cock and my blood, yet your still not satisfied?” The siphon teased, blood now rolling from his wounds. Every now and then a drop falling onto you chest, and he pounded into you.

“Oh fuck, that’s so good” you had tears in your eyes, finally feeling some relief that hopefully would’ve been permanent. You’re hands now feelings over his blushing muscles, smearing blood against his skin, getting the liquid sex all over your fingers and deep into your cuticles. He watched as you popped three blood coated fingers into your mouth, sucking off the juices very carefully. Moaning loudly as he showed no mercy to you.

After a few seconds of lightheaded mess from loss of blood, Kai took a quick look around before locating the long disregarded pocket knife from earlier. At the foot of the bed, which was easy to acquire, he flipped out the blade and choose the spot he wanted.

He snatched your fingers from your mouth, earning a pouty whine. Like a scene from the more erotic movie he then replace your tongue with his, finishing the job you started, and doing it oh so well. You watched in awe, as he took his blade, slicing you once across the wrist, immediately bringing the skin up to his mouth before the wound could close. Your jaw dropped at the notion.

Blood sharing was something so… intimate… personal. Something you had never seen you’re doing with someone in a million years. Yet here you were getting the immortality fucked out of you while your crush fed on you.

That was just enough to send you spiraling.

Your legs began to twitch, can’t tightening around his cock. Tears slipping down your cheek, and your free hand gripping the sheets so tightly you swore you heard a ripping sound. Kai had never witnessed such a erotic sight, you eyes struggling to stay open, and you body shivering as he continued to fuck you through your high. The tightness and the way you cried out his name over and over like it was the only thing you could say sent him over the edge. Once he felt he was as deep as he could get he let himself go, hips stiffening, breathing heavy, and warm seed painting your hot walls without concern from either of you.

And that’s when you noticed it.

The pain. The discomfort. It was gone.

“Holy Fuck” kai pants out, slowly allowing himself to collapse on top of you.

The two do you laid there for a few moments in simple silence. Kai hadn’t even thought about pulling out, his seed sitting inside of you causing you a fullness in two different ways. You caught your breaths together, legs still trembling from the mind numbing orgasms.

“That was… uhm… really good.” You spoke, voice low and kinda of raspy.

“We should’ve done that way sooner.” Kai chuckles, his head resting next to you neck. “God that was amazing.” You smiled, heart picking up in pace.

“Thank you, by the way-”

“No thank you, if you weren’t as clueless as you were you wouldn’t have found that plant, and you never would’ve told me how you felt about me and then-”

“And back to being an ass”

#wattpad #vampire diaries #kai parker smut #the cw legacies #damon salvatore #malachi parker #stefan salvatore #tvd smut #tvd imagine #tvd fanfiction

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Kai Parker meeting the Super Squad for the first time....

Josie: So yeah, this is our murderous hippie uncle, Malachi Parker.

Lizze: Mhmm

Hope:

MG:

Kaleb:

Jed:

Wade:

Pedro: Wait, Malachi 'Stabby Stabber' Parker!!?

Kai: Stabby stab-?

Lizze: It's what the third graders call you.

Josie: Mhmm

Kai: Fair enough

#i was just thinking #what if kai got #a second chance in #the legacies #legacies #tvdu #to #tvd #Malachi Parker #kai parker #elizabeth saltzman #lizzie saltzman #josette saltzman #josie saltzman #hope mikaelson #mg #kaleb #wade #pedro #jed #tvd au

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New Edit for my Kai lovers:

#kai parker #Malachi Parker #vampire diaries #siphon #vampire edit #lorde #Youtube

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Chapter 10 of my Vampire Diaries fanfic is out! If you have the time I’d love for you to read it!

Summary:

She was not a good person. This wasn’t anything new to her. So when she was reborn as Elena Gilbert's twin that didn't change a whole lot. This just meant she had to be smarter and a bit more brutal towards her enemies so she could stay alive and keep the people she cared about safe. And if she flirted with trouble as she did that, could you really blame her?

Kol Mikaelson X OC

#vampire diaries #kol mikaelson #tvd fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #the mikaelson siblings #damon salvatore #the vampire diaries #elena gilbert #jeremy gilbert #caroline forbes #bonnie bennett #klaus mikaelson #kai parker #malachi parker #the originals #legacies

[midevilmidwestofficial]

Episode 5 is up, get hype!!

#eowyn james #jade knight #malachi knight #william fletcher #monster of the week #wyn james #mid evil midwest #mid-evil midwest #the encounter table #parker mm #eowyn and parker #parker memw #memw #Spotify

[de-salva]

WILLIAM PARKER QUARTET - Malachi`s Mode

Live in Houston, Texas, 2007

Personnel:

William Parker - double bass, double-reed, shakuhachi Hamid Drake - drums Rob Brown - alto saxophone Lewis Barnes - trumpet

#William Parker #Hamid Drake #Rob Brown #Lewis Burnes #Malachi Favors

[perfettamentechic]

31 luglio … ricordiamo …

31 luglio … ricordiamo … #semprevivineiricordi #nomidaricordare #personaggiimportanti #perfettamentechic

2022: John Steiner, attore britannico. Dapprima attore teatrale e televisivo, si trasferì in Italia negli anni sessanta, dove fu ingaggiato per recitare una parte nel film Tepepa. Qui ebbe una lunga e fortunata carriera di caratterista in vari film di genere: commedie, spaghetti-western e poliziotteschi, interpretando spesso personaggi inquietanti. Nel 1991 Steiner si ritirò dal cinema e si…

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#31 luglio #Alan Parker #Alvin Ing #Elena Zareschi #Elina Lazzareschi #Fernando Sancho #Fernando Sancho Les #Gerda Maurus #Gertrud Maria Pfiel #Gertrude Short #Guerrino Pisu #Harriet Louisa Johnson #James Malachi Rennie #James Rennie #Jeanne Moreau #John Steiner #Laura Betti #Laura Trombetti #Lola Todd #Michael Ansara #Michael George Ansara #morti 31 luglio #Raffaele Pisu #Sir Alan William Parker #Stefania Rotolo #Sylvia Field #Virginia Grey

[dustedmagazine]

Joe McPhee & Evan Parker — Sweet Nothings for Milford Graves (Corbett Vs. Dempsey)

You might call Sweet Nothings For Milford Graves a chronology complicator. It is the third recording by Joe McPhee and Evan Parker, a pair of highly esteemed improvisers from either side of the Atlantic. But it was recorded in 2003, so it actually falls in between Chicago Tenor Duets (recorded in 1998, released by Okka Disk in 2002) and  What / If / They Both Could Fly? (recorded in 2012, released the next year by Rune Grammofon). Discographers, revise your spreadsheets.  

When an album comes out 19 years after it was recorded, questions arise. Why did it take so long? Why now? In the case of Sweet Nothings For Milford Graves, some delay is understandable. It was not recorded with the intent of making a record. Rather, it was snatched from the air by Malachi Ritscher, who was an extremely diligent documenter of Chicago’s improvisational musical scene for many years prior to his passing in 2006. It was de rigueur for him to record every set at events like the second Empty Bottle Festival of Jazz and Improvised Music, which included this concert, which was an off-site event held at the Chicago Cultural Center. While it was Ritscher’s habit to hand musicians a recording of a concert the next time they came to town, it’s quite possible that neither McPhee nor Parker, both inveterate travelers, dug their copies out off their respective shelves until COVID took them off the road. Or maybe it wasn’t unearthed until Ritscher’s recordings were archived by the Experimental Sound Studio after his death.

The second question is answered in part by playing the album. The rapport between the two musicians is manifest from its first seconds, as they initiate twin lines on soprano saxophones. First, one musician’s sound-stream writhes like a serpent around the other’s long-toned staff. Then they swap places, and carry on an exquisitely evolving discourse of complementary co-creation that feels too short at a bit over seven minute. Next, they bring out the tenors, matching ascending flutters to descending barks, wrapping precisely articulated notes around deftly turned slurs, and sliding into a moment of abstracted, blue balladry. You can hear both men’s deep engagement with the history of their instruments applied to the moment’s jointly imagined sound picture. The third sweet nothing (there are seven in total) begins in a realm of purer abstraction, with McPhee’s pocket trumpet issuing striated, breathy smears while Parker’s straight horn shoots pitches towards the stars. Yeah, you could say they were having a good day. 

The literally mind might be wondering by now, what does any of this music have to do with Milford Graves? The late, august percussionist and scholar wasn’t directly involved in its making, since he was not at the festival that yielded this recording. The time of his passing corresponds more to the time when the album might have been entering pre-production than the time when the music was originally played. Perhaps it’s best to take the title as simply one more expression of appreciation among many that both Parker and McPhee have made towards their peers, comrades and inspirations. 

So, back to that question — why issue another duo recording when two have already been made? Beyond the simple fact that the music is good, it’s likely that the label involved has a personal investment in this one. Half of Corbett Vs. Dempsey co-curated that festival in 2003 and you can bet that this recording stirs up some good memories. Or maybe I’m just projecting; after all, I was there too, and I can assure you that it has that effect on me. 

Bill Meyer

#joe mcphee #evan parker #sweet nothings for milford graves #corbett vs. dempsey #bill meyer #albumreview #dusted magazine #jazz #milford graves #saxophone #duet #Malachi Ritscher #improvised music #chicago

[treeroutes]

what's up ! non-exhaustive list of stories featuring weird plants :

The Day of the Triffids, John Wyndham

The Night of the Triffids, Simon Clark

In the Tall Grass, Stephen King and Joe Hill

The Boats of the 'Glen Carrig', William Hope Hodgson

The Man Whom the Trees Loved, Algernon Blackwood

The Red Tree, Caitlín R. Kiernan

Annihilation, Jeff VanderMeer

The Willows, Algernon Blackwood

The Nature of Balance, Tim Lebbon

'Bloom', John Langan

The Ruins, Scott Smith

The Wise Friend, Ramsey Campbell

'The Green Man of Freetown', The Envious Nothing : A Collection of Literary Ruins, Curtis M. Lawson

The Beauty, Aliya Whiteley

The Ash-Tree, M.R. James

Canavan's Backyard, J.P. Brennan

Invasion of the Body Snatchers, Jack Finney

The Hollow Places, T. Kingfisher

'Reaching for Ruins', Crow Shine, Alan Baxter

'Vortex of Horror', Gaylord Sabatini

Hothouse, Brian W. Aldiss

Vaster than Empires and More Slow, Ursula K. Le Guin

Odd Attachment, Ian M. Banks

Deathworld #1, Harry Harrison

The Bridge, John Skipp and Craig Spector

'The Garden of Paris', Eric Williams

Apartment Building E, Malachi King

The Seed from the Sepulchre, Clark Ashton Smith

Rappaccini's Daughter, Nathaniel Hawthorne

The Nursery, Lewis Mallory

The Other Side of the Mountain, Michel Bernanos

The Vegetarian, Han Kang

Sisyphean, Dempow Torishima

The Root Witch, Debra Castaneda

Semiosis, Sue Burke

The Wolf in Winter, Charlie Parker #12, John Connolly

Perennials, Bryce Gibson

Relic, Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child

Gwen, in Green, Hugh Zachary

The Voice in the Night, William Hope Hodgson

Ordinary Horror, David Searcy

The Family Tree, Sheri S. Tepper

The Book of Koli, Rampart Trilogy #1, M.R. Carey

Seeders, A.J. Colucci

Concrete Jungle, Brett McBean

The Plant, Stephen King

Anthologies/collections :

The Roots of Evil: Weird Stories of Supernatural Plants, edited by Michel Parry

Chlorophobia: An Eco-Horror Anthology, edited by A.R. Ward

Roots of Evil: Beyond the Secret Life of Plants, edited by Carlos Cassaba

The Green Man: Tales from the Mythic Forest, edited by Ellen Datlow and Terri Windling

Sylvan Dread: Tales of Pastoral Darkness, Richard Gavin

Evil Roots: Killer Tales of the Botanical Gothic, edited by Daisy Butcher

Weird Woods: Tales From the Haunted Forests of Britain, edited by John Miller

'But fungi aren't plants' :

The Fungus, Harry Adam Knight

Growing Things and Other Stories, Paul Tremblay

The Girl with All the Gifts, M.R. Carey

Mexican Gothic, Silvia Moreno-Garcia

Fruiting Bodies, and Other Fungi, Brian Lumley

'The Black Mould', The Age of Decayed Futurity, Mark Samuels

What Moves the Dead, T. Kingfisher

The House Without a Summer, DeAnna Knippling

Mungwort, James Noll

Fungi, edited by Orrin Grey and Silvia Moreno-Garcia

Trouble with Lichen, John Wyndham

Notes :

all links lead to the goodreads page of the book, mostly because i like to look at book cover art ;

list features authors/books that i love (T. Kingfisher, Silvia Moreno-Garcia, Ursula K. Le Guin, the collections from the British Library Tales of the Weird, etc.), but also a few that i don't like and some that i have not yet read ;

if upon seeing that list the first novel you check out is by Stephen King's you have not understood the assignment ;

not all of those are strictly horror stories, some are 100% science fiction (Brian W. Aldiss' Hothouse for instance).

#text #ramblings #plant tag #botanical horror #last time i posted a list of non-fiction books on the topic. time for some variety

[leianaberrie]

“Who names a kid Malachai? It’s like they wanted me to be evil.”

Shower thought: Was Kai’s name always supposed to be Malachai? That is to say, did Joshua and Mrs Parker decide to name their firstborn Malachi before or after they realized he was a siphon?

The first Parker twins were named Malachi and Josette. Now Luke and Liv are technically Lucas and Olivia, but I don’t think it’s a coincidence that everyone calls them by the alliterative nicknames: Luke and Liv.

However there’s a brother Joey which could be short for Joshua, Joseph, Jonathan… won't it have made more sense for the first twins to be Joey and Josette?

I wonder if Kai’s name was supposed to be Joey, to go with Josette. But when Papa and Mama Parker discovered Twin One was a siphon - which as we know can be detected in utero - they gave him a different name because a siphon didn’t “deserve” Joey.

#bonkai #gemini coven #kai parker #tvd meta

[oneirataxiahiraeth]

Hey, I was wondering if you could do a Kai Parker smut with a dom!fem reader, I've got a couple tiktoks I could send you the links for that might help the thought process behind it, thanks :))

Change in Dynamics

Pairings : fem!reader x KaiParker

Warnings : swearing, mentions of death, dom!reader, sub!brat!kai, jealousy?crazy!reader, bondage(handcuffs), use of sex toys, a brief touching on a mommy kink, masturbation(fem), teasing, cumeating???, this is also not proofread:)

Word Count : 2.8k

Summary : After catching Kai flirting with another woman, y/n takes matters into her own hands and decide to show Kai just how much he needs her.

   You watched the amusing show he was putting on. A light layer of sweat building on his skin. Bare chest out and showing just how deep his breaths were becoming. His abs tightening as tugged at the handcuffs keeping him bound to his chair. You had his legs spread wide, his cock out, cool air solidifying the siphon as you watched the beautiful sight.

    "This is cute." He chuckled.  "This pathetic attempt at dominance." He shook his head and you smiled.

   "Is it?" You hummed, slowly dropping the silky red robe draped around your skin. You were laced up in an equally as bright red lingerie, covering some bits, but definitely not all. The sight caused kai to nearly choke on air as he watched the fabric fall to the bedroom floor.

   "Let me out." He cleared his throat.

"Oh no, sweetheart." You shook your head, growing closer to the siphon in obvious heat. "Don't you know what a punishment looks like?" You questioned.

   "That's what this is? A temper tantrum? Over what? What has the little brat so upset tonight?" He spoke, the same condescending tone in his voice he's had all night with you. Unfortunately for him, he had almost gotten on your bad side. Which wouldn't have been pretty for him.

   "You tell me, Parker. You're the king of temper tantrums." You mocked. "What has me so riled up?" You asked, leaning over him, hands resting on the arms rest where his hands were handcuffed to. "I'll give you a hint." You huffed at his eye roll. "She's a redhead." You mocked his breath as he gasped and nodded his head. "Oo- my bad, I meant was. She was a redhead..." you smiled. His mood instantly changed. Body stiffened under you as confusion took over.

  "Was?" He cleared his throat.

"Mhm. Don't you remember?" You asked, now taking advantage of your turn to be condescending. "You texted her to met you at 'your spot' tonight." You explained. "Unfortunately it's a full moon..." Kai closed his eyes for a second, before letting out a deep sigh. "You tried saving her but the wolves were just sooo viscous tonight. They tore her to shreds." You let out a tiny 'hmph' as you shrugged away the thought of the poor innocent redhead that got caught up in the toxic mess that was Y/N Y/L/N and Malachi Parker.

   "petty jealousy." Kai mumbled, maintaining eye contact with you, trying to establish his own dominance, only it wasn't working too well.

   "No, no, no, jealousy implies me feeling threatened and insecure of my place in your life... and bed... mind...etcetera." You ran a finger under his chin. "I personally believe that the term 'extremely territorial' fits best."  You explained.

   "I call it being a crazy jealous bitch." Kai challenged. "But to each there own, I guess."

   "I thought that's why you liked me so much." You tilted your head to the side just a bit.

    "Before you started killing random girls that I've talked to." He explained. "It's kinda weird, especially since we're not even dating." He shook his head and you almost felt a spike of hurt flowing through you.

    You and Kai had been 'messing around' for the past few months. You of course kept it on the dl knowing how you're friends were when it came to your love life. They hated every boyfriend you've been had. But considering every boyfriend you've had ended up being a terrible horrible fucked up person whose to blame them? But Kai? Kai was different. You're crazy and his Crazy complimented each other well. Which is exactly why your friends wanted you no where near the siphon.

   They were less frightened of his rubbing off on you, as to the other way around.

   "Oh wow, that almost hurt my feelings." You spoke sarcastically.

   "Let me out of these handcuffs and we can talk about this, yeah?" He offered, but you didn't seem too intrigued by the deal. "We can fuck this out like every other disagreement we've had." He tried to negotiate, but nothing.

   "Here's the thing, Baby." You hummed, fingers tracing along his defined muscle, and veins popping from his skin. "I don't like sharing. I don't like people touching my stuff. Looking at my stuff. Or talking to my stuff." You tried making this sound a bit more kid friendly. "And I really hate when my stuff looks, and talks back." You made sure to pronounce the 'K', listening as kai swallowed hard.

    As weird as you were being, he should've been trying to comply and escape. But with every inch you grew closer to him the harder he got. He'd never seen this side of you before, but god, had he wished he had. You're beyond gorgeous, intelligent, and crazy? A combination you don't find often.

   "I don't care whether we date or not Kai. As far as I am concerned... we are both, two free single individuals." You nodded, watching his his eyebrows furrowed. "Only... you're not. I don't want you talking to other girls... looking at them... anything that might make it seem like you're interested. I'm the only woman that should be on your mind." 

   "you're insane."

"Yes, I am." You didn't seem too phased by the accusation. "Clinically unwell in the head." You smiled, before it dropped completely. "I'll kill every single bitch that so much as blinks with too much force near you." You deadpanned.

   "I'd like to see you try."

"Don't get me excited, Kai, you know I love a challenge."

   "And what if I decided we're over?"

"How does that saying go?" You asked without even a thought about it. "... if I can't have you..." kai gulped as you're eyes held a mischievous glimmer in them. "No one can."

    Kai swallowed harshly once again, unable to come up with any reply. He was more focused on getting his boner sitting straight on his stomach to go down. This banter sending any thought and blood right to where he needed it the least. He couldn't help it, you were more his type than he realized.

     You noticed the heavy effect you had on the siphon. Your fingers tracing around the base of his cock, noticing the little dribbles of precum he was leaking. It was a light, ghosting touch, but just the sensation had him shivering under your touch. Your lips ghosted over his neck, tongue poking out every so often the leave a soft stripe along the vein showing through his skin.

"Let me go." Kai breathed out. Cock aching for the relief you were denying him. "You win, I'm yours." He was quick to give in, but you weren't that gullible. You knew his game better than he did. And you weren't one known for losing.

You pulled away from the brunet. Body moving gracefully as his eyes glued to everywhere but your face. You had a wonderful plan to show Kai everything he was missing tonight. He was a very... hands on, kind of witch, so having him sit sidelines while you got off without his help would kill him. You were wearing his favorite color, which obviously had an effect on him. You're nipples were poking through the lace. Damp core soaking the thin fabric of the thong paired with the rest of your piece. He watched as you swayed your hips all the way back to the bed.

You bent down slowly, sliding a velvety black box from under your bed. You placed it on top of your duvet, a light smile on your face for what was to come next.

You climbed on the bed, positioning yourself front and center for Kai to have full access to everything about to go down. He watched carefully, cock aching as you slowly pulled off the red lace covering your glossy cunt. You dropped the fabric to the ground, not worried about where it landed. You opened the box. Fingers running over all the scandalous items waiting inside. You took you time decide how you want to please yourself first. You settling on a soft lavender colored dildo. It was a decent size, somewhat around the size of Kai, which he took good note of. His eyebrows furrowed, watching how you handle the object.

"You really prefer to get off on a piece of rubber rather than me?" He asked snarkily, trying to keep himself together.

"Jealous?" You teased. "At least this piece of rubber can actually keep up with me." You commented, watching Kai's face grow red. "But you can you can take this as an excellent opportunity to improve. Keep your mind sharp... and dick hard."

"You're not funny." He mumbled, watching as your legs spread in front of him.

"Yeah?" You hummed.

You're fingers began teasing your clit first. You're breathing was steady, as the pleasure began to build. You were already sensitive from early in the day. The thought of what you had planned for him had been sending butterflies through you all day, and you had no issues getting off the thought of him in his current position. All tied up and a mess while he was forced to watch you.

Kai was a strong witch, and probably one of the smartest you'd met. He could've gotten out of those cuffs and that chair with ease if he wanted to. But he didn't, which meant he only has himself to blame.

"I can make you cum 10 times harder than a fucking toy, y/n." Kai spoke as if it was common knowledge. The confidence in his voice sending chills down your spine, a soft moan slipped past your lips as you spread out your lips with your pointer and middle finger, showcasing your cunt for the captive. His cock was straining for attention, precum dripping down his stomach and balls as there was no one to clean him up.

    He was frustrated in the worst way, watching as you massaged your clit in fast tint circles, moaning and whining as you brought yourself close to the edge multiple time, but never getting too close. He mewled at the sight of you plunging your pretty red painted fingernails into your cunt. Only using to of your own digits to stretch out the whole he was praying he'd get to abuse at some point tonight.

    You weren't even paying attention to his straining, but you felt it. The tense air, his emotion dominating over the dim lights. You were winning. The plan was working.

     As you continued pump your finger in and out of your cunt your other hand took over the toy you had smartly picked out. The soft lavender colored dildo waiting patiently for its use. You brought the tip of the toy up to your mouth, moaning around the silicone. You allowed your spit to coat the exterior of the toy, shivering with anticipation.

    "A fake dick isn't what you're craving, just let me go, and I can give it to you." It was more of a plead than him trying to get himself out of trouble. He was becoming desperate. Good.

     You removed you're fingers, sitting up from you spot on the bed. Eyes connecting with his as you slid off slowly. Dildo still in hands and your sticky juices still covering you fingers. You slowly approached the chair. His legs still wide and coco still achingly hard.

    "Your right, baby," you cooed, setting the dildo right in front of him. It was set side by side with his own cock, the bottom of the toy suctioning to the small space of chair available. "I might need your help." You hummed seductively. You climbed onto the siphon lap, sure to avoid both the dildo and Kai cock just for now. He watched you with dark lustful eyes, even a bit of anger and humiliation mixed in with that. "Now be a good boy and open your mouth." You gripped his chin, forcing his mouth open as he watched you carefully. You inserted your arousal coated fingers into his mouth, making sure to really cost his tongue in your juices. "Go ahead and suck me off, baby." You whispered. And for some reason, beyond his own belief, he obliged.

   His lips closed around your fingers, tongue swirls around each digit, sucking off your juices. Something once so erotic that usually had you a mess and ready to cum in seconds now felt... humiliating... in a exhilarating kind of way for him. He relished the taste on his tongue as you slowly pulled your fingers from his tongue.

    "Perfect." You moaned, taking your wet fingers, reaching between you and Kai's body for the dildo. Massaged the silicone as if it were real, watching Kai and his jaw clench at the motion of your hands scraping against his own cock.  You knew what you were doing, you knew how crazy you were making him. And you were enjoying every second of it. You lined yourself up with the thick toy, feeling the hard purple tip pressing into your cunt. "Fuck it's so good." You whined, slowly lowering yourself on the toy.

   Kai just continued to glare at you as you slowly moved your hips on the toy. Arms around his neck for balance. He wasn't going to last much longer, but you knew that. You knew what you were doing.

    "Is this your plan?" He spoke, not realizing that with every word he was just egging you on. "Fuck yourself, pretending it's me. That's pathetic." He spat and you nodded.

    "Mhm, is that why you're so hard right now?" You asked, picking up the pace with you're movements. "Or are you fantasizing about me bouncing on your dick instead of a dildo?" You smirked, watching his obviously unpleased reaction. "Next time you decide to flirt with some random bitch to Piss me off, sweetheart, make sure she can get you as hard as I can." There was a bullet of sweat beginning to form on Kai's forehead. He was going to cum. Why? God, was that even a question? He didn't even think he was into this kind of stuff... not before you.. before this. He was usually the one tying stuff, not being tied.  "You looked like you're going to explode, baby, I bet you fucking like this huh?" You lifted yourself only drop down again of the silicone dick, moaning loudly as you felt your knees becoming weaker. You bent his head down to watch the scene ahead of him. And he did without hesitation or complaining. He watched as your beautiful cunt bounce in the toy. He noticed the way you trembled as you fucked yourself in front of him. "Oh fuck" you moan, releasing your grip on him, bringing your fingers down to your clit rubbing fast circles as your other hand keep you steady by resting on his shoulders. Kai let out a low guttural moan as he watched your face contort in ways he knew all too well.

    You were close, sensitive sex aching to cum, but before you even got the chance you gasped at the throaty moan that escaped the siphons lips. You didn't stop, as you felt the warm spurts, landing against your stomach. You smiled looking down, moving quickening in pace as he made a mess of himself and you. Cum dripping down his bare abdomen and cock as he release the insane pressure built up inside of him. You followed suit soon after, body twitching as you came on the toy.  Your juices dripping down the silicone as you slid all the way off, popping the toy off the chair and bringing it to your lips.

   Kai looked defeated and worn, as if he's been through the most horrific battle. Eyes burning into your as kitten licked the tip of the toy.

   "That was probably the best nonnsex I'd ever had." You teased, to which you received no response. You took the toy, swiping up one of the strings of cum dripping down your body thanks to him. He watched as you sucked off the white substance with ease, moaning as you did so as if that brought you the most pleasure. "I barely even touched you and you made such a mess, for mommy." You teased again, making his cock twitch at the name. "The night is just getting started and you already look like you want me dead." You bit your lip, tracing the toy down his abdomen, collecting even more of his cum as he shivered against the touch.

    "The second I get out of these," he started which made you smile.

   "What? You're going to make me pay?" You giggled, a condescending tone in your voice. "Your my bitch tonight, Parker. And I am going to have so much fun."

#wattpad #kai parker smut #vampire diaries #the cw legacies #damon salvatore #malachi parker #stefan salvatore #tvd smut #tvd imagine #tvd fandom

[asheraviangel]

hi there here are some links to my posts

all of my original posts

and some of my favorite boys

Alejandro Rosario

Johnny Orlando

Dakota Lotus

Asher Angel

Avi Angel

Hayes Grier

Spencer Bramucci

Bryce Parker

Marc Gomez

Ty Simpkins

Malachi Barton

Trey Makai

Chris Sturniolo

DerekTrendz

Gio Cascaes

Jiggy Turner

Jack Wright

[gcddamnvampire]

( okay bc tumblr is being a butt, this is what i currently have queued and in my drafts. if I'm missing something, please let me know. <33 )

@dozenzofrozez

maxwell & scarlett

kennedy & onyx

@mccntower

lydia & ace

jackson & leanne

harley & iridescent

@vicletnight

parker & trenton

elliot & iris

taylor & saige

grace & river

@siiinfully

malachi & eve

@foolishonewriting

elliot && adelaide

regina & harper

dylan & hadley

norah & carter

roxanne & diego

tbd & sophie

vittoria & elle

ismail & tabitha

dallas & rose

levi & chloe

cameron & nathan

james & matilda

charles & jasmine

savannah & james

jackson & daisy

sebastain & aurora

kathryn & isabelle

@emeraldhazes

serenity & rhea

@popcultr

tbh & riley

@mantlehold

rosalie & regina

@desiredisgvst

james & freya

@dishonaesty

james & bianca

@sinistersxns

river & loren

@twistxdtales

brooklyn & emin

@hxtties

yesenia & raul

cassandra & stefan

@mndstom

cheyenne & chloe

phillip & lydia

elliot & maia

charles & naeun

@everyoneisagame

angelica & felix

@bloomswilds

yesenia & alberto

malachi & aubree

@thewolfruns

shiloh & salem

@everettandersonandmuses

norah & everett

@blushdrunks

tbd & natasha

charles & erin

javier & jocelyn

@troobelliever2ndgig

valeria & tyler

dallas & tyler

@cruelangcls

xiamara & blair

@somebrokenfate

sebastian & shay

jacob & maggie

@purehoneybees

bianca & dennis

@thewxnderer

olivia & brenton

@talesfromthevoiid

valeria & dani

@fangsandmagic

riley & nicola

@loyaltybroken

samuel & isabelle

grace & yvonne

@camilish

brooklyn & michael

@huntrcssqueen

sebastian & skylar

phoenix & sebastian

norah & austin

elliot & willow

brooklyn & reid

william & taylor

hope & jacob

georgia & nathaniel

jackson & kassandra

giovanni & phoenix

wesley & liliana

jacob & bridget

micah & elizabeth

naomi & joshua

@missmvrder

kennedy & declan

maxwell & shiloh

@tearfest

nathaniel & penelope

@seolinah

samuel & liz

@lellarps

tbh & cassian

@bitemescftly

theodore & anna

@agentwicked

savannah & alastair

@lostxones

micah & carsyn

@headofrdi

xiamara & rick

evelyn & rick

@whileurmine

olivia & liam

tbd & santiago

tbh & johnny

cameron & nash

georgia & xander

@intcxications

charles & kat

@mysteryoflovc

shiloh & freddie

#( there are stars in your dark side brighter than the sun; ooc ) #( this took forever omfg )

[zaceouiswriting]

The betrayed and the heretic

Character: Malachai “Kai” Parker x male reader

Universe: Vampire Dairies

Warnings: None

A day like another was the turning point in your life. You always had lived at the edge of everything. Almost perfect in school, almost popular, almost able to do magic.

Instead, whenever you just scraped by at anything, it became worse. The little magic you had as a child, vanished into the air. Your sister, which was the strongest of your bloodline since it had begun, seemingly took all the magic your family had to offer, at her birth. She was three years older than you and made your life a living hell.

She discredited you in school. Destroyed all relationships you ever had. Just so she could get on top, just as she had done with her magic.

And your parents and the rest of your covenant just stood at the sidelines, watching everything happening, cheering your sister on. You tried to run away, but they always found you again. When you turned eighteen, you disowned your entire family and covenant and moved far away from these narcissistic people.

For a while, you searched the country for other witches, vampires, or werewolves. But you actually met something else first. A fairy, so friendly and good, that it made you feel warm on the inside.

He told you all about time and his home place. It sounded wonderful. Before he left you to get reunited with the love of his life, a very old vampire, he gave you a gift. A stone with a strange rune on it, it shimmered in the sunlight and gave you a shining light in the night.

After that, you never heard from him again, even though you asked him to visit you someday. But you guessed that he was way too happy with his love, to come to you. Which you could understand, he seemed just so genuinely nice.

You never forget about him, alone because of his little gift, that had saved your life more times than you can count. 

Everything went down this normal day, you just had arrived in a small town, after searching further for others. You visited a restaurant, where the energy of the supernatural was especially strong. It was heavy in the air.

You had sat down, and opened your computer to do some work for your university, as out of nowhere someone sat themselves on the other side of your table. As you looked over your computer, you saw most likely the most handsome man you had ever laid eyes upon.

He had brain short hair, dreamy blue-grey eyes, and a smile, that could destroy every resolution you ever had.

„Can-Can I do something for you?“, you asked but not without stuttering. His flirtatious smile changed into a sinister one at his question.

„Yeah, you can give me your magic,“ he told you darkly.

You were confused at his words, but as he touched you, nothing came. The confusion you had gone over to the unwon man, in front of you.

„What?“, he asked almost disturbed. „But you should’ve had tons of magic!“, he whined as he let go of you again. Ready to leave again. This time it was you, that grabbed him. Desperately you looked at him, his eyes annoyed but he still sat down again.

For a moment it was silent between you two. Until you finally remembered where you had seen this man before. „You are Malachi Parker, right?“

„Yes, you heard of me?“, he asked with a smug smile.

You nod before explaining further. „I met your family. Nice people, they told me disturbing things about you. But deep down they love you, even what you did with your siblings. Except for your twin sister, she is a bitch.“

The reserved face he has shown you the second time around, changes into a genuine smile again. „And you still don’t fear me? How stupid of you.“ The laugh he lot go came from deep down. It was warming to hear it. He seemed psychotic but still a human. Even though no one seemed to see it. Not even him.

„Why should I? I don’t have any magic. I’m no other magical creature and I actually would want to ask you out?“, the last part was almost silent. You feared he would say no to your proposal.

Like the fear you had, he laughed. Loudly. It was humiliating. Tears formed themselves in the corners of your eyes.

„You were serious?“, he asked utterly dumbfounded.

At that moment you could only nod, packing up your things and running out of the restaurant. Not without leaving the money on your table for the food, you had ordered, but not gotten at that point.

You drove in your car around the city, until you found yourself on the outskirts, near a walking trail through the woods. Where you had parked and took. After that humiliating moment, you did not want anyone else to see or hear you cry. 

Just like everyone else, even love did not want to come to you. As if everything was against you. Walking aimlessly through the woods, you at some point found yourself near a cliff. „It would be the perfect moment, to finally end everything,“ you thought out loud to yourself. „At least my family would be finally happy, that I’m gone.“

„And let them win?“ The sudden voice, made you jump, so much that you actually took a leap over the cliff. Out of sheer panic, you grab onto the dirt floor.

Sneakers stood in front of your hands. As you looked up to them, the handsome stranger from before stood there. As he kneeled in front of you, playing with your finger, he smiled devilishly down at you. „I could help you, with your death. Just loosen up your fingers,“ he proposed, but you could feel that this wasn’t everything. „Or I could help you get back, what was stolen from you. From your family, which are just as narcissistic pricks as my own.“

„What?“, you asked, just as your finger began to weaken their grip on the ground. You never had much upper body strength even though you trained quite often.

„You should decide quickly, you don’t have enough strength left,“ he taunted you jokingly. It made your stomach turn around. For some reason, you liked the way he was.

„Help me,“ you muttered under slight pain, from the grip you had. With just one movement of his hand, you flew up, directly onto the floor a couple of meters away from the cliff itself.

For a while you laid there on your stomach, hurting every bit of your body. Even though nothing was broken. „Are you still alive?“, the man asked annoyed. You were just so able to turn around and look up at him, to give him a thumbs up. Just for him to pull you into a standing position again.

„Do you still want to go out with me?“, his face blank like a white sheet of paper. Intimidating you nod your head. „Great, because I’m dying from hunger!“

Without any second thought, he grabbed your hand, pulling you with him. You were so overwhelmed, that you just followed him out of the forest and away from the cliff, which could’ve saved you a lot of hardship. But with this man at your side and the secrets he could help you uncover, you believed that everything would turn around in your favor.

[Masterlist]

#Malachai Parker #Kai Parker #Malachai Parker x male reader #Malachai Parker imagine #Kai Parker x male reader #Kai Parker imagine #Vampire dairies x male reder #vampire dairies imagine #Vampire Dairies #x male reader #male reader #male reader imagine #x male reader imagine

[psychosncottagecore]

Masterlist (Remastered)

For some reason Tumblr won't let me update my old masterlist, so here's a new one!

Ok so, this account is dedicated to fanfictions and this - my first post, will be both an intro and a temporary masterlist! I do take requests for the following. All fanfics unless explicitly stated otherwise are x female reader

I do write smut (probably badly) and if you venture into my blog then on your head be it!

I do write for SPN - I will NEVER write any form of incest (for any fandom) whether they’re bio or adopted siblings - that’s just nasty siblings are siblings

Please feel free to make requests in my inbox! Doesn’t have to be for these guys! Go wild with any character you want 

I will write for a character based off of a song! 

Reign:

Sebastian Du Poitiers

The Falls

Mary Queen of Scots 

(More to come?)

The 100

Lexa

Bellamy

Clarke

TVD/TO

Malachi (Kai) Parker

Elijah Mikaelson

Klaus Mikaelson

Bonnie Bennette

Rebekah Mikaelson

Marcel Gerard

Vikings

Ivar ‘The Boneless’ Ragnanrsson

Hvitserk Ragnarsson

Halfdan ‘The Black’

Ubba Ragnarsson

Lagertha 

Supernatural 

Jack Kline

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Gabriel 

American Horror Story

Michael Langdon 

(I will not be writing James March, Richard Ramirez or Charles Montgomary or any others based off of real killers (to the best of my knowledge) my morals might be loose - but they’re not that loose!)

(More to come)

Miscellaneous fics:

#long may she reign #vikings fanfic #spn fanfic #the originals fanfiction #fanfiction #x reader #x fem reader #elijah mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #kai parker #bonnie bennett #rebekah mikaelson #marcel gerard #commander lexa #bellamy blake #clarke griffin #sebastian de poitiers x reader #ivar the boneless #hvitserk ragnarsson #ubba ragnarsson #halfdan x reader #lagertha #jack kline #dean winchester #sam winchester #archangel gabriel #michael langdon

[jpbjazz]

LÉGENDES DU JAZZ

LEROY JENKINS, VIOLONISTE DE FREE JAZZ

‘’Our music was a result of Ornette Coleman and Cecil Taylor. And we prided ourselves on taking it further, because we studied Cage, and Xenakis, and Schoenberg, and all those guys. They were the ones who broke away from the old way in classical music, so we had to study them to see how we could break away."

- Leroy Jenkins

Né le 11 mars 1932 à Chicago, en Illinois, Leroy Jenkins était issu d’une famille pauvre. Jenkins avait passé son enfance dans un appartement de trois chambres du South Side avec sa mère, sa soeur, deux tantes, et à l’occasion, un chambreur. Jenkins, qui avait été mis en contact avec la musique dès son plus jeune âge, avait raconté plus tard avoir écouté Charlie Parker, Dizzy Gillespie et des chanteurs comme Billy Eckstine et Louis Jordan durant sa jeunesse.

Jenkins était âgé de sept ans lorsqu’une de ses tantes avait apporté à la maison un ami de coeur qui jouait du violon. Après avoir entendu le petit ami de sa tante jouer une danse hongroise plutôt difficile à exécuter, Jenkins avait demandé à sa mère de lui acheter un violon. Jenkins s’était finalement retrouvé avec une violon miniature de couleur rouge de marque Montgomery Ward d’une valeur de vingt-cinq dollars. Après avoir commencé à prendre des leçons, Jenkins s’était produit dès l’âge de dix ans à la St. Luke's Church, une des plus grandes églises baptistes de la ville, où il avait été accompagné au piano par Ruth Jones, la future Dinah Washington. Jenkins s’était éventuellement joint à la chorale et à l’orchestre de la Ebenezer Baptist Church, qui était dirigé par le Dr. O. W. Frederick, qui l’avait initié à la musique de compositeurs de couleur comme William Grant Still et Will Marion Cook. Multi-instrumentiste, Jenkins avait également appris à jouer de la clarinette, du saxophone alto, du basson et de la viole durant son enfance.

À l’adolescence, Jenkins avait étudié au légendaire DuSable High School, où il avait troqué le violon pour la clarinette et le saxophone alto, car l’école n’avait pas d’orchestre, ce qui limitait ses possibilités de jouer du violon. Au DuSable High School, Jenkins avait étudié sous la direction du célèbre ‘’capitaine’’ Walter Dyett, jouant notamment du basson et de la clarinette avec le groupe de concert de l’école.

Après avoir obtenu son diplôme, Jenkins avait décroché une bourne pour étudier à l’Université Florida A&M, où il avait décroché un baccalauréat en composition et en violon classique. Jenkins avait également fréquenté la Florida Agricultural and Mechanical University à Tallahassee, en Floride, où il avait étudié le basson. Parallèlement à ses études, Jenkins avait également obtenu un revenu d’appoint en jouant du saxophone dans les clubs locaux.

Après avoir décroché un diplôme en éducation en 1961, Jenkins s’était installé à Mobile, en Alabama, où il avait enseigné la musique (et plus particulièrement les instruments à cordes) dans un high school durant quatre ans.

DÉBUTS DE CARRIÈRE

Au milieu des années 1960, Jenkins était rentré à Chicago où il avait obtenu un emploi dans le système d’éducation public. Peu après, Jenkins avait assisté à un événement de l’Association for the Advancement of the Contemporary Musicians (AACM) mettant en vedette la musique du saxophoniste Roscoe Mitchell. Participaient également au concert Maurice McIntyre, Charles Clark, Malachi Favors, Alvin Fielder et Thurman Barker. Jenkins s’était rappelé plus tard avoir été à la fois confus et excité à l’idée de participer à une improvisation collective avec son violon. Jenkins avait alors commencé à participer à des répétitions dirigées par Muhal Richard Abrams. Il expliquait:  "it was something different, something where I could really be violinistic... I discovered that I would be able to play more of my instrument and I wouldn't have to worry about the cliches... I found out that I could really soar, I found out how I could really play." Jenkins avait continuer de répéter et de se produire avec le groupe durant quatre ans.

Jenkins avait fait ses débuts sur disque sur l’album d’Abrams ‘’Levels and Degrees of Light’’ en 1967. À la même époque, Jenkins avait commencé à jouer en trio avec les membres de l’AACM Anthony Braxton et Leo Smith, avec qui il avait enregistré l’album ‘’3 Compositions of New Jazz’’ en 1968. Abrams avait également participé à l’enregistrement. L’année suivante, le trio de Jenkins s’était installé à Paris et avait commencé à jouer avec le batteur Steve McCall avec qui il avait formé un groupe appelé Creative Construction Company. À l’époque, McCall était déjà établi en Europe depuis quelques années.

Durant son séjour à Paris, Jenkins s’était produit avec une vaste gamme de musiciens, dont Archie Shepp, Philly Joe Jones, Alan Silva (avec qui il avait enregistré l’album ‘’Luna Surface’’) et Ornette Coleman. À un certain moment, Coleman avait organisé un concert conjoint avec la Creative Construction Company, l’Art Ensemble of Chicago de Roscoe Mitchell et son propre groupe. À la même époque, Jenkins avait également collaboré à un album de Braxton intitulé ‘’B-Xo/N-0-1-47a’’ sur étiquette BYG Actuel.

En 1970, Jenkins avait quitté Paris et était retourné à New York où il avait fondé le Revolutionary Ensemble. Le groupe, qui avait enregistré un total de sept albums, avait également fait des tournées en Amérique du Nord et en Europe.

Jenkins avait expliqué plus tard qu’il avait quitté Paris parce qu’il se sentait mal à l’aise avec le fait qu’il ne parlait pas français. À son arrivée à New York, Jenkins avait repris contact avec Coleman. Il avait même vécu durant quelques mois dans le loft du saxophoniste appelé Artists House. Jenkins précisait: "We stayed downstairs... It was cold down there, where we slept. Ornette gave us a mattress but he didn't realize how cold it was." Devenu le mentor de Jenkins, Coleman l’avait présenté à plusieurs musiciens qui fréquentaient son loft (les lofts étaient d’importants lieux d’improvisation particulièrement actifs à New York à l’époque). Outre Coleman, Jenkins avait également été très influencé par John Coltrane et Charlie Parker.

Parallèlement, Jenkins avait continué de répéter et de jouer avec la Creative Construction Company, ce qui avait donné lieu à la présentation d’un concert à la "Peace Church" de Greenwich Village le 19 mai 1970. Le concert, qui mettait également en vedette Abrams et le contrebassiste Richard Davis, avait été enregistré par Coleman avant d’être publié en deux volumes par les disques Muse. Chacun des deux albums comprenait une composition de Jenkins.

À la suite du concert, Braxton s’était joint au groupe de free jazz de Chick Corea, Circle. En 1971, Jenkins avait fondé le Revolutionary Ensemble avec le contrebassiste et tromboniste Sirone (pseudonyme de Norris Jones) et le percussionniste et pianiste Jerome Cooper. Le groupe avait poursuivi ses activités durant six ans. Parmi les albums du groupe, on remarquait le disque éponyme Revolutionary Ensemble, également connu sous le titre de ‘’Vietnam’’ (mars 1972), qui comprenait une longue jam session de 47 minutes qui visait à démontrer toute l’horreur de la guerre. Le groupe avait enchaîné en décembre de la même année avec ‘’Manhattan Cycles’’ avant de récidiver trois ans plus tard avec ‘’The Psyche’’ qui comprenait une composition de chacun des membres du groupe. Également publié en décembre 1975, l’album ‘’Ponderous Planets on The People's Republic’’ avait expérimenté avec différentes textures. Si Jenkins jouait à la fois de violon, de la viole, du piano et de la flûte sur l’album, Sirone avait alterné entre la contrebasse, les percussions et le trombone tandis que Jerome Cooper avait utilisé plusieurs techniques de percussion. L’album ‘’Ponderous Planets on The People's Republic’’ est aujourd’hui considéré comme un classique.

À la même époque, sous l’influence du Jazz Composers' Orchestra de Carla Bley et Michael Mantler, Jenkins avait assemblé une formation tout-étoile composée d’Anthony Braxton, de Kalaparusha Maurice McIntyre, de Dewey Redman, de Leo Smith, de Joseph Bowie (le frère du trompettiste de l’Art Ensemble of Chicago, Lester Bowie) de David Holland, de Jerome Cooper, de Charles Shaw et de Sirone dans le cadre de l’enregistrement de l’album ‘’For Players Only’’ (janvier 1975).

Après la dissolution du groupe Revolutionary Ensemble en 1977, Jenkins avait fait une tournée aux États-Unis et en Europe. En 1979, Jenkins avait formé le Mixed Quintet, un groupe composé de Jenkins au violon et à la viole, de Marty Ehrlich à la clarinette basse, de J. D. Parran à la clarinette, de James Newton à la flûte et de John Clark au cor français.  

En janvier 1975, Jenkins avait publié ‘’Swift Are the Winds of Life’’ un album en duo avec l’ancien batteur et percussionniste de John Coltrane, Rashied Ali. 

Au début et au milieu des années 1970, Jenkins avait également joué et enregistré avec des musiciens aussi diversifiés qu’Alice Coltrane, Cecil Taylor (1970), Anthony Braxton (1969-72), Don Cherry, Carla Bley, Albert Ayler, Grachan Moncur III, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Paul Motian, Cal Massey, Dewey Redman et Archie Shepp.

À la fin des années 1970, Jenkins avait joué et enregistré avec le pianiste et compositeur Anthony Davis et le batteur Andrew Cyrille. Au début de la décennie suivante, Jenkins avait formé le groupe de fusion Sting, une formation largement influencée par le blues qui comprenait deux violonistes (Jenkins et Terry Jenoure), deux guitaristes (Brandon Ross à la guitare électrique et James Emery à la guitare acoustique amplifiée), un bassiste électrique (Alonzo Gardner) et un batteur (Kamal Sabir). Un des meilleurs albums du groupe était ‘’Urban Blues’’ (janvier 1984), un disque qui offrait un mélange plutôt inusité de funk, d’avant-garde, de pop, de gospel, de rhythm & blues et de hip-hop.

En 1981, Jenkins avait publié l’album double ‘’Beneath Detroit’’ avec le New Chamber Jazz Quintet. L’album mettait en vedette Spencer Barefield à la guitare classique douze cordes et à la harpe africaine, Faruq Bey au saxophone ténor, Anthony Holland aux saxophones alto et soprano, Jaribu Shahid à la contrebasse et Tani Tabbal à la batterie, aux percussions et au balafon.

À la même époque, en plus de s’être classé en bonne position dans les sondages des lecteurs et des critiques de Down Beat et de Jazz Magazine, Jenkins avait décroché plusieurs bourses et commandes du  New York State Council on the Arts, de la New York Foundation for the Arts, de la Fondation Rockefeller, de Meet the Composer, de Mutable Music et du National Endowment for the Arts (1973, 1974, 1978, 1983 et 1986). Durant cette période, Jenkins avait aussi reçu de commandes d’organismes prestigieux comme le Kronos Quartet, le Brooklyn Philharmonic, le New Music Consort, le Pittsburgh New Music Ensemble, du Lincoln Center Out of Doors, de l’Albany Symphony et du Cleveland Chamber Symphony Orchestra.

DERNIÈRES ANNÉES

Les années 1980 et 1990 avaient été plutôt difficiles pour Jenkins, qui avait commencé à avoir des difficultés à se trouver des contrats pour la première fois de sa carrière. Comme Jenkins l’avait expliqué au cours d’une entrevue accordée au magazine Village Voice, le milieu du jazz était devenu beaucoup plus conservateur, ce qui avait laissé beaucoup moins de place pour le jazz d’avant-garde. Il précisait:

"Wynton Marsalis was in, and people started talking about going back to classic jazz. We couldn't play in clubs. As soon as we'd walk in, the jazz guys, the beboppers, would walk out. We'd come in and make a big sound, and they didn't go for it. They'd say, 'Oh, the noisemakers.' They wanted chord changes. Our music was a result of Ornette Coleman and Cecil Taylor. And we prided ourselves on taking it further, because we studied Cage, and Xenakis, and Schoenberg, and all those guys. They were the ones who broke away from the old way in classical music, so we had to study them to see how we could break away."

À la fin des années 1980, Jenkins avait quand même réussi à enregistrer et à participer à des tournées avec le quintet de Cecil Taylor, même si les choses n’étaient décidément plus ce qu’elles étaient.

Même s’il n’avait presque plus enregistré au milieu des années 1980 et au début des années 1990 et qu’il avait presque abandonné le jazz pour se consacrer à la composition de musique classique, Jenkins avait été très actif dans le Composers Forum, un groupe de pression de New York. Au cours de cette période, Jenkins s’était également produir en duo avec le saxophoniste Joseph Jarman de l’Art Ensemble of Chicago.

À la même époque, Jenkins avait continué de démontrer ses talents d’improvisateur, notamment dans le cadre de son album ‘’Solo’’ (1998), un enregistrement sans accompagnement dans lequel il avait revisité les oeuvres de John Coltrane et de Dizzy Gillespie. Il ne s’agissait pas du premier album solo de Jenkins, qui avait déjà publié en janvier 1977 un album live intitulé Solo Concert, qui avait été suivi en juillet 1978 de l’album ‘’Legend of Ai Glatson.’’ Jenkins avait également publié d’autres enregistrements en solo sur l’album ‘’Santa Fe’’ en octobre 1992.

Parmi les albums néo-classiques de Jenkins, on remarquait ‘’Lifelong Ambitions’’ (mars 1977) avec Muhal Richard Abrams, une improvisation électronique de vingt et une minutes avec Richard Teitelbaum et George Lewis aux synthétiseurs dans le cadre de l’album ‘’Space Minds/ New Worlds/ Survival America’’ (septembre 1978), le Quintet No 3 pour violon, cor français, clarinette et clarinette basse (enregistré avec Marty Ehrlich), l’album ‘’Mixed Quintet’’ (mars 1979) et la pièce ‘’Free at Last’’ publiée sur l’album ‘’Straight Ahead/ Free at Last’’ (septembre 1979) mettant en vedette le violoncelliste Abdul Wadud.

Toujours dans les années 1990, Hans Werner Henze, le directeur artistique du Munich Biennial New Music Theatre Festival, avait chargé Jenkins de composer un danse-opéra intitulé ‘’Mother of Three Sons’’ (1991), une oeuvre qui faisait une sorte de synthèse entre les danses africaines, le jazz d’avant-garde et le folklore d’origine africaine. L’oeuvre, qui racontait l’histoire d’une femme qui tentait de donner naissance à des fils parfaits en copulant avec les dieux, s’appuyait sur la collaboration du chorégraphe et réalisateur Bill T. Jones et de la livrettiste Ann T. Greene. L’oeuvre, qui avait été présentée en grande première à Aachaen en Allemagne en 1990, avait également été interprétée par le New York City Opera en 1991 et le Houston Grand Opera l’année suivante.

Jenkins avait poursuivi son exploration de la musique classique dans les années 1990 et 2000 avec des oeuvres comme ‘’Fresh Faust’’ (1994), un opéra de jazz-rap (dans lequel il revisitait la légende de Faust) qu’il avait composé pour l’Institute of Contemporary Art de Boston, et ‘’The Negro Burial Ground’’ (1996), une cantate produite par la troupe The Kitchen et qui avait été présentée par l’Université du Massachusetts à Amsherst. Basée sur un livret d’Ann T. Greene, l’oeuvre traitait de la pierre tombale d’un esclave du 18e siècle qui avait été découverte en 1991 sur une propriété de Wall Street. Parmi les autres oeuvres majeures de Jenkins, on remarquait ‘’Editorio - The Three Willies’’ (1996), un opéra multimédia qui avait été présenté au Painted Bride de Philadelphie ainsi que ‘’Coincidents’’, un opéra basé sur un livret de Mary Griffin. L’oeuvre avait été présentée à la Roulette de New York.

Même s’il enregistrait beaucoup moins, Jenkins avait fait paraître d’autres albums dans les années 1990, dont ‘’Themes and Improvisations on the Blues’’ (1992), qui mettait en vedette des cordes, des cuivres, de la contrebasse et du piano sur quatre pièces. En 1993, Jenkins avait enchaîné avec un album en concert intitulé ‘’Leroy Jenkins Live!’’ qui comprenait à la fois une section rythmique traditionnelle et des synthétiseurs.

À la même époque, Jenkins avait également participé à une réunion du Revolutionary Ensemble. En 1998, Jenkins avait enregistré avec le multi-instrumentiste Joseph Jarman de l’Art Ensemble og Chicago l’album ‘’Out of the Mist’’, un enregistrement qui combinait la musique africaine et asiatique au jazz, en passant par la musique classique européenne contemporaine. Par la suite, Jenkins avait prolongé sa collaboration avec Jarman en formant le trio Equal Interest avec la pianiste Myra Melford. Le groupe avait publié un album éponyme en 2000 qui refétait les intérêts de chacun de ses membres. Le critique du magazine Down Beat, James Hale, avait écrit au sujet de cet album:  "Jarman's devotion to Buddhism dovetails with Melford's interest in music for the harmonium, while Jenkins thrives on developing thematic patterns that span musical cultures from East Asia to Appalachia. Together, the three create music that defies categorization beyond the beauty and humanity that suffuse all of it."

En 2004, Jenkins avait formé le groupe Driftwood, un quartet qui comprenait Min Xiao-Fen au pipa, Denman Maroney au piano et Rich O'Donnell aux percussions. Le groupe avait publié l’album ‘’The Art of Improvisation’’ en octobre de la même année. En 2005, Jenkins avait retrouvé le Revolutionary Ensemble avec qui il avait publié deux albums live: ‘’The Boundary of Time’’ (mai 2005) et ‘’Counterparts’’ (novembre 2005). Le groupe avait publié son dernier album studio en juin 2004. Intitulé ‘’And Now’’, l’album comprenait une composition de vingt et une minutes du batteur Jerome Cooper.

Au cours de sa carrière, Jenkins avait collaboré et fait des tournées avec de nombreux chorégraphes. Il avait également fondé un groupe d’improvisation basé sur la World Music. En 2004, Jenkins avait été lauréat d’une bourse de la Fondation Guggenheim. Il avait aussi joué comme musicien-résident dans plusieurs universités américaines, dont les universités Duke, Carnegie Mellon, Williams, Brown, Harvard et Oberlin. Également professeur, Jenkins avait enseigné la musique dans un high school de Mobile, en Alabama, de 1961 à 1965, puis dans les écoles de Chicago de 1965 à 1969.

Leroy Jenkins est mort d’un cancer du poumon à New York le 24 février 2007. Il était âgé de soixante-quatorze ans. Au moment de sa mort, Jenkins travaillait sur deux nouveaux opéras: une histoire du quartier South Side de Chicago, et ‘’Minor Triad’’, un drame musical sur les artistes de jazz Paul Robeson, Lena Horne et Cab Calloway. Jenkins vivait à Brooklyn au moment de son décès. Jenkins laissait dans le deuil son épouse Linda Harris et sa fille Chantille Kwintana. Le dernier membre survivant du groupe Revolutionary Ensemble, le batteur Jerome Cooper, est mort en 2015.

Influencé par plusieurs styles musicaux allant de la musique afro-américaine au bebop en passant par la musique classique européenne, Leroy Jenkins, qui avait été un des principaux leaders du  jazz d’avant-garde durant quatre décennies, n’avait jamais cessé de se réinventer. Comme l’avait déclaré un critique du San Francisco Chronicle, "Jenkins is a master who cuts across all categories." Au cours de sa carrière, Jenkins avait publié une douzaine d’albums sous son propre nom.

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‘’Leroy Jenkins.’’ Wikipedia, 2024.

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RATLIFF, Ben. ‘’Leroy Jenkins, 74, Violinist Who Pushed Limits of Jazz, Dies.’’ New York Times, 26 février 2007.

SCARUFFI, Pierro. ‘’Leroy Jenkins.’’ Piero Scaruffi, 2006.

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