#{ penny stark }

[greenbloods]

honestly hilarious that the lannister siblings are all history freaks in different direction. cersei rolls her eyes that jaime doesn't know what the second blackfyre rebellion was about while he rattles off the tale of ser luthor pisseryon of daeron i's kingsguard, who served for all of seven moons before he died shitting himself en route to dorne. meanwhile tyrion's sitting in the corner reading maester leomore's neo-myrxist critique of archmaester hargreave's account of the Storming of the Dragonpit (The Warrior Himself: Examining the Dying of the Dragons in the Light of the Seven) and not paying attention to it one bit because he’s moping about how everyone in kings landing hates him, the imp, because he’s ugly and rich, and not because he’s a feudal overlord who is fundamentally detached from the immediate concerns of his starving subjects

[thecraftyninjacat]

Another Twitter collab in the bag (RWBYSplatterday), this time I got to draw the pebble again :DD

[lillysstars]

Clint: Tony! We can’t possibly know a vigilante is literally a thirteen year old and not do anything!

Tony: I mean, I’ve looked into her file, she’s almost as advanced as I was at her age. Hell, given the proper resources, she could be just as ahead as seventh-grade me. I think she has a good head on her shoulders.

Rhodes: Tony, don’t be a dumbass. That kid may be smart, but she is thirteen. When we watched her on the cams, she had a Hello Kitty backpack on. Not to mention the fact that she lives in a foster home-

Clint: and “nice” foster homes are rare-

Rhodes: yes, anyway, the point is-we have to keep an eye on her.

Tony: fine. But I’m not a babysitter.

[serenastark-official]

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[hammah-banana]

Don West: We’re now on a flying donut, billions of miles from Earth with no backup.

Penny Robinson: I’m backup.

Don West: No. You’re a stowaway. The adults are talking.

Ava: I’m sorry, I’m confused as to the relationship here. What is she? Your ward?

Penny Robinson: No. I’m Penny by the way.

[statisticalcats2]

Tony always makes Penny a special extra "plus one" when going to important functions. And it hurts Penny, being in this weird in-between area, not treated as a prospective date but not being left to her own devices either. Tony never gives her her own ticket or invitation, just makes concessions to add her as an "extra." It makes her feel unwanted. She's just always tagging along, an extra space, never Tony's date. She's not a kid anymore and she really wishes Tony would see how grown up she is and how much she'd love to be with him. But he just keeps treating her like a tag-along kid (affectionately, but still.)

And Penny's so tired of it. Can't completely hide it. Starts letting some of her thoughts slip out to certain coworkers as yet another function approaches.

And Tony's fashionably late, only telling FRIDAY to register the usual ticket as he's getting ready for the party, date all set up. And FRIDAY tells him the extra slot is unneeded.

Penny's already been registered as checking into the event as Quentin Beck's "plus one."

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Tony has a bad time at the party. His date gives up on him after he keeps ignoring her, he's always searching the crowd for Penny and Quentin. The little voice in his head that sounds like Pepper tells him it's a bad PR move to even try to approach or talk to them but he can't just... not be aware of them.

And oh is he aware. Penny's smiling and laughing and chatting happily, rarely away from Quentin's side. And Quentin... he seems to always have a hand too low on Penny's back, too high on her thigh (when did she even get a dress with a slit like that?), and she's just letting him, and still smiling, and Tony's blood boils hotter and hotter as the night goes on.

[notmaplemable]

Stark Red (Rewritten) - Part 1: The Lady's Choice

Penny: Let me choose this one thing. Trust me.

It was a simple choice for Penny to make, really. Her life for the lives of her friends and possibly everyone else on Remnant. It was a choice she would have made a million times over under normal circumstances. And as she felt herself bleeding out she knew these were far from normal circumstances.

Jaune looked down at Penny and then towards Crocea Mors. Tears welled up in his eyes as he silently nodded. Penny closed her eyes as she heard Jaune unsheathe his sword.

Oh, how it pained her to ask Jaune to take her life. She knew how it would weigh on his soul just as the lost of Pyrrha had, but there was simply no other choice Penny could make then to die and to keep her power out of Cinder's hands and, as Penny felt Jaune getting closer, that's exactly what she would do.

Cinder: Oh no you don't!

Weiss: Jaune!

Penny opened her eyes just in time to see Jaune barely manage to bring his shield up and block Cinder's attack.

Penny: No.

Was all Penny could manage as Weiss and Jaune attempted to fight off the foul maiden.

Penny could not allow Cinder another chance to drain what little power she had left. So, she did the only thing she could think of in that moment. She rolled over, her wounds aching and stinging as she did so, and pulled herself to the same void that had taken her friends mere minutes ago.

The battle around her raged, paying little attention to her as she reached the edge of the abyss. And with the last bit of energy she could muster before collapsing, she threw herself off the edge. Happy memories of days with friends now forever in the past playing in her mind as she fell.

And so would end the tale of Penny Polendina.

Such a shame that someone with so little choice in the matter and acted as heroically as her would have her tale end in such tragedy.

Or, at least this version of her tale.

Hmm.

You'll have to forgive me Penny for the lack of your input, but I believe you deserve a different fate. You deserve a choice.

I shall give you that choice.

Though, you will not be alone.

[breakfast-with-a-side-of-angst]

The Avengers learn a secret Penny Parker had hoped to take to her grave.

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“How was school?” Tony asked with what Penny might call a casual tone — if she didn’t know better.

“Fine. Nothing new to report on.” She shrugged to emphasize the absolute boringness of her day before sinking into the couch so that her body was obscured by Clint’s.

Tony crossed his left leg over his right and leaned forward. “No?” He asked, dangerously casual.

Penny winced at the forced casualness of his tone. She had a feeling Tony already knew that she was lying — though she had no idea how.

[parkerpenny]

been far away (for far too long)

Summary: "Dust filled her lungs, and Penny desperately fought the urge to put her hands over her ears to block out the noise that surrounded her. 5 years. That's what Doctor Strange had said as he guided her through a portal and towards the compound - well, what used to be the compound.

No matter how scrambled her brain was by her surroundings, there was one thought screaming at her in the front of her mind.

Find Mr. Stark."

Or: A brief look into my take on Tony and Penny's reunion on the battlefield.

Word Count: 1.2k

Relationship: Penny Parker & Tony Stark

Title From: Far Away - Nickelback

Read on AO3

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Dust filled her lungs, and Penny desperately fought the urge to put her hands over her ears to block out the noise that surrounded her. 5 years. That's what Doctor Strange had said as he guided her through a portal and towards the compound - well, what used to be the compound.

Penny couldn't really comprehend what was happening around her. There was fire, fighting, screaming, and it was so loud. She didn't know what to do with herself, so she did the only thing she knew how to do - swing in to battle. There were aliens, just like last time, on Titan. This time, it seems as though they were multiplied by a thousand. It seemed never-ending. No matter how scrambled her brain was by her surroundings, there was one thought screaming at her in the front of her mind.

FIND MR. STARK!

She whipped her head around, searching frantically for the red and gold armour. Her heart pounded in her chest and she could feel her blood rushing in her ears. What if he's hurt? What if he never made it? What if something had happened to him? Penny tried to stop that train of thought before she sent herself into a spiral. That's the last thing she needed right now. He had to be alive, surely the wizard would've told her if anything had happened to him.

She fired web after web at the aliens, almost as an afterthought. She continued her search until she heard the familiar whirring of repulsors. She could've cried at the relief that filled her. She felt safer in an instant, knowing that Mr. Stark was close by. Penny scaled a pile of rubble, hoping to get a glance of the man. Her face fell and she felt her blood run cold in panic as one of the aliens aimed a weapon at him from behind. He wouldn't see it in time. Penny didn't hesitate to swing down, webbing up the enemy swiftly and making sure that the threat had been neutralized.

Finally letting herself breathe, she ran down towards where Mr. Stark lay on the ground, having been knocked down by the alien. The girl grabbed him by the hand, pulling him up onto his feet. She rambled for a moment about how she ended up back here, a habit of hers when she gets excited. Penny took her first real look at the man, noticing with a pang in her chest that the man did in fact look older. It really had been 5 years. He looked the same, but with a few more lines on his face and a bit more salt than pepper in his greying hair.

Just as she took a breath to continue her tangent, Tony took a sudden step forward and pulled the young girl into his arms. Penny didn't realise just how loud everything was until the world went quiet. Safe and wrapped in her father-figure's embrace, she felt like she could finally take a breath, her first in what felt like ages. She didn't comment on his trembling hands or the teardrops she felt hit the top of her head.

Tony held the girl by her shoulders, pulling back to look at her. Penny couldn't begin to decipher the emotions running across his expression in that moment. He says nothing for a moment, an uncharacteristic silence for the man of a million words. His eyes, however, spoke volumes. She could tell there was so much he wanted to say, she wondered what words he would decide upon. She was confident that no matter what, they would be the right words. He always seemed to know the right words.

"I love you, Penny."

That wasn't quite what she was expecting, but did it ever warm her heart. She opens her mouth to reply, but Tony cuts her off, seemingly desperate to get all those words out at once. "I... I never told you that while you were here. I spent five years knowing that I held my kid in my arms while she turned to dust and I never even told her how much I love her. You didn't even know. And -"

It was Penny's turn to cut him off, not with words but with a hug. She held him tight, whispering softly. "I knew. I did." She drew away to look up at him. "I love you too, Mr. Stark."

Tony had tears in his eyes. Penny just smiled, her own tears tracing their way down her face. "God, kid. You... You have no idea how much I missed you. Every day, Penny. Every single day I thought about you. There's so much to tell you, I -"

Tony is cut off once again by a yell, and the sounds of the battle raging on around them comes back into focus. The two share a look, unspoken words between them. There will be hours and hours of conversations, there will be tears, laughter, fear, love. For now, there is a fight to win. Both of them smirking at each other and shrugging, Tony brings Penny in for one more tight hug, holding the back of her head gently, as if she might fade away. He kissed the top of her head, and lets go of her with a squeeze. "Duty calls, Mr. Stark." Penny says, a glint of excitement in her eyes. Tony breathes out a chuckle, looking at Penny like she hung the stars in the night sky. "Just like old times, hey kid?"

Preparing to dive head first back into battle, Penny pulls her mask down over her face. She shoots a little salute at Tony before swinging away to see where she could help. Tony sighs, allowing himself a moment of grace in the chaos around him. He had her back. It really worked. He had his kid back in his arms. He had so much to tell her. He was different now. He wouldn't blame the tears in his eyes on the dust in the air, he would blame them on the relief that came with seeing your child alive and well after watching them die.

He would make sure she knew how much he loved her, that she would never question her place in his life, as a part of his family. He would bring her to his lakehouse. He hoped she would like the room he had designed for her when they built the place. It may have made Pepper question his mental stability a bit at the time, but hell, she loved Penny like she was her own too. He would introduce Penny to Morgan. God, they would get on like a house on fire. He'd be grey in a couple weeks with the amount of worrying he'll do over his two daughters. He knew Morgan would grow up to be the best of all of them with Penny as her role model.

There was so much to say, so much to catch up on. For now, there was a battle to fight.

A battle he had one more reason to win.

[braveclementine]

Freedom

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OCs, which consist of Penny Fury, Elizabeth Nelson, Elijah Chan, Katya Venice, Violetta Moscow, Lan Le, Josh, Trang Tien, Ahni Jallow, Mai Ito, and Ghaida Kashual as well as other OCs that will come up throughout the story.

Penny fucking hated the undercover assignment that she was on. It was nothing like being at Blonsky's' mansion.

They had taken her and Violetta to a compound that was right on the edge of the Michigan- Canada border- on the Canadian side. It was a medium-sized compound, housing about twenty girls at the moment. They each had their own bedroom, which would then be the same room that men would use them in.

Her and Violetta had been here for about a month and they were now aware of the situation that was going on.

The girls that had been kidnapped were told that if they served four hundred men, they would be let go. But, they had to do it in a time frame of six years or they would be kept a sex slave for the rest of their life.

Most of the girls here were not that far along, either with their number or with the time that they had been here. There was one girl that had been here for five years, and had served three hundred and eight-six men. So she was pretty close and the closer she got, the more excited she became in the compound.

Penny often spent her non sexual hours, either giving reports into her com, or she was staring out the window across Lake Michigan to the Michigan border. When her and Violetta broke out of here, it was going to be a hard thing. How were they supposed to convince the American police to get rid of this base if it was on Canadian land?

She supposed her dad would take care of it. It wasn't their job to shut this one down anyways. They were trying to find leads of where the trail was supposed to go. What other bases were there, who was the head of everything, and so on.

One thing she did have to say for the place was, despite it being mid- July, it was not hot at all. It was positively cool and it felt amazing. Whether that was the air conditioning in the building or just simply because she was in Canada now, she wasn't quite sure.

Violetta hissed as she entered Penny's room, slamming the door closed behind her. "Fuck all of them."

Penny nodded. That was pretty much how she felt after she got done too. "We're gonna get out of here soon."

"Yeah, I think we're pretty much done here." Vi groaned, throwing herself down on the same bed as Penny. Penny automatically put a hand on her head as she rested next to her. "Maybe we'll be home in time for Elizabeth's birthday."

"When is it?"

"July 22." Vi sighed. "Course, we also missed Ahni, Trang, and my birthdays as well cause they were all in June. But if we get home after August 12th, we'll have missed Ghaida's birthday too. Oh and Steves' of course."

Penny laughed lightly, "I see why you're all friends now."

Vi laughed too. "Yeah, birthday buddies."

A girl screamed outside and Vi lifted her head. "Should we go see-"

"Yeah." Penny swung her legs over and the two of them hurried to the door and looked out.

The young brunette who had been almost done with her servitude, was crying. But she wasn't crying hard enough to disguise her words, "I did my four hundred me! I finished my servitude! You said you'd let me go! I did it in under six years!"

Penny and Violetta moved closer, though the other girls in the room stayed where they were, sitting on the couches and such. Those were- mostly- girls who had accepted that they were going to be here for life, or even just the ones that genuinely enjoyed it.

Penny moved forwards, wanting to protect the girl, but Vi caught her arm, "Don't interfere yet. We can't risk having to break out yet, without knowing where the other bases are."

"Yes, you're leaving." Francisco- who was the head of this compound and the Hispanic man that picked Penny and Violetta up- said. "With this nice gentleman whose going to take you to another base and you'll serve there too. You did rack up interest on the days that no man took you. So really, you've still got about a whole year of men to pay up on."

She sobbed, shaking her head in denial.

"It's not so bad. It's a beautiful compound in my home country." He replied.

"So Mexico?" Penny hissed at Violetta. "And now we can slice his throat?"

"No, not Mexico." Violetta muttered. "I think he's Latino. That's the vibes his name gives off at least. I just don't know which Latino country. But definitely South America."

Penny hissed in frustration.

The girl- who Penny realized she never learned the name of- attempted to make a run for it, jerking the front door open. Francisco sighed, raising his gun. Penny screamed, but the girl didn't make it far before he shot her in the back. Violetta and two other girls joined her in on the screaming.

"Take them all back to their rooms!" Francisco ordered, eyes roaming the entire room. He was clearly angry and Penny and Vi turned tail, rushing back to Penny's room.

"That evil, evil man!" Vi hissed, punching the wall in frustration. "I should have saved her."

"You said we couldn't risk blowing cover." Penny pointed out, although she was feeling just as guilty for not saving her.

"Natasha could've done it." Violetta muttered, putting her forehead against the wall.

Penny softened. She realized now why Vi had wanted to do a mission of her own. She walked over, wrapping her arms around the Italian. "You don't know that. We both feel terrible, but we both know we couldn't risk it."

Vi turned and hugged Penny back, "Can I sleep in here tonight?"

"Of course." Penny answered, leading the other girl back to her bed. The sun was setting and Penny left the barred window open. She turned off the light, climbing into bed beside Violetta.

Penny curled into Violetta, liking the warmth that came from her. They were not given very thick sheets or blankets to stay warm with at night.

"Good night Vi." Penny whispered.

"Good night Penny." Violetta murmured.

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"Wake up! What the hell are the two of you doing in the same bed!" Franciscos very loud and obnoxious voice woke Penny up the next morning. She could feel Violetta stirring next to her.

She felt the covers being ripped off her body, and became very annoyed. Violetta, was clearly even more annoyed because she sprang out of bed and slapped Francisco across the face, "You're a fucking bastard, you know that right! You shouldn't have killed her!"

Francisco stared at her in shock, then grew angry. He grabbed her around the throat and slammed her up against the wall. Violetta struggled against him, glaring at him, but showed Penny that she didn't want her to interfere. Penny hesitated in the background.

"You have a weak grip old man, just like you have a tiny limp dick. Where you from that gave you such terrible genetics? Peru?" Vi hissed with a small laugh. Penny started to smirk, and then goaded the man by laughing outright.

"I am not weak!" Francisco sneered at her. "I have the glorious heritage of Brazil behind me. My ancestors are Brazilin and so am I!"

"Why would you put a compound in Brazil?" Violetta scoffed, "The only thing beautiful there is the forest."

"The compound is in the forest, duh." Francisco said, letting go of Violetta.

"Didn't Brazil just put in a fascist dictator that no one wants as their new President?" Penny asked, directing Francisco away from Violetta's questions, "Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva?"

Francisco hesitated and then said, "I don't know. I don't care. Do I look like I live there right now?"

"Yeah." Violetta huffed. "For someone who loves his glorious ancestral background, you sure seem to care enough about your home country to know whose running it into the ground?"

Francisco glared at her, "I have Brazilin background. But it is not my home country. My home country is Colombia."

"Oh." Vi muttered and then she smiled, "Thank you."

"For what?" Francisco asked.

"Oh. Nothing." And then Violetta slammed her fist into his face. She lifted her wrist to her mouth as he was out cold. "Oi! Whoever's listening to the coms. There are compounds in Colombia and Brazil. The one in Brazil is in the Amazon Rain Forest. Not sure about Colombia. But we've knocked the guy out so we kind've need to leave. Thanks."

Violetta left the room and came back with rope. She tossed a strand to Penny and then started to tie his ankles together, "Make sure you get his weapons. We'll just prop them up in the living room. And any customers that come in today can join them. Let S.H.I.E.L.D. take care of them all."

Penny nodded, tying the wrists and then the two of them carried him out to the living room.

"Hey!" One of the guards shouted.

Penny ran at him, ducking as he swung his baton, before upper cutting a punch to his jaw. She stomped on his foot, slid his legs apart, kneed him in the groin, before flipping over his shoulders to disable him from behind. He fell to the floor in pain and Penny took his gun and then tied him up as well.

Slowly, Vi and Penny took care of the entire facility.

"Are we free?" One of the younger girls asked, wrapping her arms around her body. No one here was dressed warmly for the cold and the air condition was still blowing. Penny stripped the guard of his jacket, made sure it was perfectly safe, then handed it to her. She took it gratefully.

"You are free." Violetta said, "But we have to wait until S.H.E.I.L.D. takes statements from you all."

"You're from the American Government?" The girl that was brave enough to talk to them first asked.

"Not really." Penny answered. "We're. . . kind've part of the Avengers?"

"Oh! Wow!" Her eyes blew wide as saucers.

Penny, remembering how she hadn't known the name of the girl who died, asked, "What's your name?"

"Oh, I'm Daphne." She responded quietly.

"Well, Daphne, we've already made contact with them, although I should probably send them a second contact." Violetta muttered. "Do any of them have phones?"

"Yeah." Penny said, digging out a phone and then looked at the other girls who were crowding around now. "Does anyone have family or friends or siblings or anyone they can call to let them know they're okay?"

Several of the girls nodded, although a few of them shook their heads. "Well," Penny found two more phones and quickly hacked into them, "You guys can share these. Call whoever you need. You can tell me that you're in Canada and can see the Michigan border. That way anyone whose family isn't near here, can start making their way to Michigan."

Two girls eagerly stepped forward, taking the phones and started calling whoever they wanted to call. Tears falling down her face.

"Tony's already on his way." Violetta said, handing in a third phone for them to use.

It didn't take long for Tony to show up. He strolled through the front door of the compound in a hurry. Penny ran into his arms first and he hugged her back tightly, before kissing her on the lips. Then he pulled Violetta into a hug.

"None of the others are coming. Long story that I'll explain when we get back to the tower." Tony started.

"Is anyone hurt?" Violetta asked immediately.

Tony hesitated and then said, "No one is dead. And no one is in the hospital. Like I said, I'll explain later. But you don't have to worry about anyones immediate safety. Penny, your dad is coming though, he's got some trusted S.H.I.E.L.D. agents with him to take care of this. F.R.I.D.A.Y. is already looking at those bases in the other countries. We'll find them."

Violetta and Penny nodded. They only had to wait two more hours before her father showed up. Girls were taken back to the states, reunited with family or friends. And then Tony was driving Violetta and Penny back, while also telling them what had happened while they were gone.

"Where's Rumlow?" Violetta snarled after Tony was done. "I'm going to cut his balls off and-"

"Steve already killed him." Tony answered.

"Steve? Really?" Violetta and Penny asked together.

"Took his head clean off with his shield." Tony responded. "Not a surprise though, he hates those sort of men."

"Yeah, but Steve is so kind." Violetta muttered.

"He's killed before." Tony shrugged, "I don't see why this shocks people the way that it does."

When they got back to the tower, they saw Natasha and Thor waiting for them outside. Thor immediately pulled Penny into a bone crushing hug, but Natasha went for Violetta first. She whispered in her ear, making the younger widow actually flush with pride, her eyes lighting up. Penny smiled.

"Where is everyone else?" Penny asked.

"Asgard." Tony answered, "We're heading there as well. We figured it would be safer for Elizabeth to stay there while she was pregnant and defenseless. It was better than trying to put a 24-7 protection detail on her, which we all knew she would protest."

Penny nodded and her attention was taken as Natasha came over to kiss and hug her. "You okay?" Nat asked quietly.

"Yeah." Penny answered quietly as well. "What'd you say to Vi?"

"I just told her that her want to save that young girls life meant she was becoming less like a widow and more like a human being." Nat smiled. "And I told her that she saved more girls lives by continuing the mission. The compounds are being cleared out as we speak."

Penny smiled. "Good."

"Ready?" Tony called over. He had suitcases by his feet, standing next to Thor. "Nat packed for the two of you."

Penny, Natasha, and Violetta joined the two men, and readied themselves for the trip to Asgard.

[sash-au]

James: How petty can you get? Anthony: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument with Penny

[katebisho]

Me buying djour tickets

[literally-spiderman-irl]

Unstoppable force meet unmoveable object.

[bowtiepasta]

PUMP IT UP WITH BLUE LOCK! pov: you take the boys to pilates, and let’s just say.. they’re not as tough as they look.

FEAT. oliver, sae, reo, shidou, isagi, bachira, rin

INDULGING: SFW. gif from the substance but the fic itself has nothing to do with it. est. relationships, a crackfic at times, obviously physical touch, some petnames here and there, language.

ROMY’S NOTE: I know they’re suuuper sore after and I know someone who can kiss them better (me. I’m talking about me.) these are all pretty cute but my favorites are shidou + isagi’s <3 enjoy

OLIVER AIKU ﾉ TALKS A BIG GAME BUT…

his legs shake in a downward dog, thighs tensing, arms burned from the reformer machine. the instructor corrects his form for the third time today. she reminds him, “engage your core.” — voice a stark contrast to the absolute war happening in his abs right now.

“my core is engaged,” he grits out, barely holding a plank while beads of sweat roll down his temple.

you shoot him a look from your own mat, perfectly stable in your pose. “no, it’s not.”

aiku huffs, trying to shift his weight off his trembling arms. “stop being a show-off.”

the single leg bridge was the final straw. the second he lifts one foot, his other leg betrays him, and he nearly collapses onto the machine.

you bite back a laugh. “tough guy, huh?”

aiku groans, staring up at the ceiling like it held all the answers. “next time we do this, you’re training with me on the field. see how you do on my turf, sweetheart.”

ITOSHI SAE ﾉ A BIG BABY ABOUT IT AFTER

sae was laying flat on the couch when you found him, arm draped over his eyes, the other resting limp on his stomach. he looked like he had just fought in a war. you stood in the doorway, shaking your head, watching the aftermath of one pilates class take its toll on your world-class athlete boyfriend.

you nudge his leg with your knee. “dramatic much?”

“I’m in pain.” his voice muffles against the leather as his back muscles flex beneath the jersey he chose.

you roll your eyes, walking over and settling beside him. “you’re acting like I dragged you through an obstacle course.”

sae turns his head enough to shoot you a deadpan look. “would’ve preferred that.”

you smile, reaching out to push his hair away from his face. he lets you, barely reacting except for the way his eyes flutter closed and his shoulders relax.

“you’ll survive,” you murmur, fingers trailing down to his traps, kneading lightly at the knots there.

he sighs, tension melting under your hands. you felt it before you heard it — the way his breath evened out, the weight of him sinking into the cushioning.

“not fair,” he grumbles into a throw pillow. there’s a drool stain on the corner of it where the tassels are.

you hum. “what’s not?”

“this.” he cracks an eye open, squinting at you. “putting me through hell and then acting all soft like it’ll make me forget.”

you smirk, fingers pressing a deeper into his back, earning you another quiet exhale. “will you?”

sae’s lips twitch, but he doesn’t answer. yeah.. you knew he’d be at the next class.

MIKAGE REO ﾉ ONLY FOR YOU

reo sat beside you on the edge of the studio floor, forearms resting on his knees, chest rising and falling in surprisingly steady breaths. the rest of the class were packing up, rolling up their mats and stuffing gossip down into their aritzia gym bags. he himself hadn't moved — just sat there, hands loose between his legs, like he needed a second to process.

his shirt clings to his skin, the soft fabric damp where it stretches across his chest and back. strands of violet hair sticks to his temples, beads of sweat trail down his adam’s apple before disappearing under his collar. you watch as he lifts the hem of his shirt to swipe across his chin, revealing a glimpse of toned abs, flushed slightly from exertion.

you lean onto his shoulder, still people watching. “penny for your thoughts?”

he let out a breath, half a laugh. “I knew it’d be hard, but damn.” he tilts his head toward you, eyes bright despite the exhaustion weighing down his limbs. “can’t believe you do this for fun.”

you grin, “I like seeing you like this.”

he raises a brow. “on the brink of death?”

“all worked up,” you correct, running a hand down his arm, feeling the way his muscles still tense beneath his skin. “‘s cute.”

“always complaining,” you continue, nails tracing lazy patterns onto his wrist, “still let me drag you anyway.”

“because you whine if I don’t go.”

you gasp, smacking him. “I do not whine.”

reo side-eyes you, unimpressed. “and I quote, ‘If you love me, you’ll go to pilates with me.’”

you laugh, fingers ghosting down the back of his neck. “and? you went.”

he laughs with you. “you’re lucky I love you.”

SHIDOU RYUSEI ﾉ LIKE A WARM UP

shidou casually leans against the reception desk, one arm draped over the counter as he smirks at the instructor behind it. he was still glowing from the class, tank top clinging to his torso in a way that made it obvious how ridiculously well he’d handled everything.

unlike the rest of the guys, who had groaned and limped their way out, he looked thrilled — like he could go another round if you let him.

the receptionist, a young woman who had definitely been watching him more than necessary during class, beams. “I have to say, you were reaaally impressive for your first time.” (dragging out the syllables more than necessary. over the top customer service voice)

you scoff, knowing he was about to run with this.

shidou grins, running a hand through his damp hair. “yeah? thought I did alright.”

you groan, smacking his arm. “don’t feed into it. he already thinks he’s god’s gift to pilates.”

she ignores you, the bitch.

“you were so natural at the movements,” another instructor chimes in. “most people struggle with control at first, but you were so — what’s the word? fluid?” you throw up in your mouth a little.

he preens, grin razor-sharp, eyes flicking towards you just to rub it in. “d’you hear that, babe?”

he turns, slinging an arm around your shoulders and tugging you in, all smug and pleased with himself. “guess I’m just built different.”

you exhale through your nose, sarcasm dripping. “guess so.”

the receptionists giggle. “you should come to our advanced class sometime.”

shidou clicks his tongue, tilting his head like he was seriously considering it. “that does sound fun.” then he nudges you, voice dropping enough for only you to hear. “wouldn’t mind seeing you all worked up again.”

you shove his arm off, ignoring the heat creeping up your neck. “let’s go, ryu.”

he laughs, waving to the staff before catching up to you. as you walk out, he leans in,

“you jealous?”

“never letting this go, are you?” you mutter.

shidou presses a lazy kiss to your temple, smirk never fading. “never.”

ISAGI YOICHI ﾉ EMERGENCY ROOM ?!

isagi sits in the waiting room, fingers drumming lightly against the plastic armrest. you’re next to him, watching his slightly hunched posture, damp sheen of sweat still visible on his neck as he wipes a hand across his forehead. the soreness was starting to set in.

“didn’t think you’d need a visit to the ER today.”

he shoots you a sheepish grin, rubbing his side like he pulled something. “‘m fine, only overdid it a little.”

you give him a pointed look. “you were on the floor for, like, more than half of the class.”

isagi’s lips twitch, embarrassed. you could tell he wasn’t used to being out of his depth. “it wasn’t like that. I was just — uh — working on my form.”

“form?” you ruffle his hair before sitting next to him, regretting it when you realize how much sweat he really had on there. “that what we’re calling it now?”

“yeah, well..” he massages the back of his neck, eyes darting between you and the bland hospital decor. half a warning sticker is chipped off of the window next to him. “there were some moves that were a little more difficult than I thought.”

you fight a smile. “got all cocky ‘cause you’re good at soccer, huh? thought this was going to be the same?”

he laughs, it sounding akin to relief. “guess I’m not invincible after all.”

you lean back, shake your head. “you’re just human.”

isagi shifts next to you, eyes soft. “I’m learning to respect the process. even if it kicks my ass.”

“you’ll survive,” you said as the nurse calls his name from the speaker. he stands up with a groan, wincing a little while you help him up, arm around your shoulder.

“yeah,” he said, letting out a low chuckle. “but I’m definitely going to need a massage after this.”

“I’ll be sure to take good care of you, hero.”

his grin was back in full force. “counting on it.”

MEGURU BACHIRA ﾉ A SOCIAL EXPERIMENT

this dude. he was better than the instructors. sure, bachira didn’t know the terms nor the names of the poses, but did that stop him from replicating them immediately after demonstration? no.

you leave the studio with not only a stack of coupons, but a stack of coupons and a JOB OFFER for this man to be an instructor himself, the application forms stuffed into the complimentary tote bags given (obviously to bribe him and you to somehow accept). they also smell like a weird combination of humidifier oils. emphasis on weird.

“you know,” he starts, eyes glinting as faces you, elbows resting on the couch beside you, “I think that was the most fun I've had in forever.”

you glance at him, mental image of him doing a backbend of the reformer failing to leave your brain. “really? more fun than soccer?”

he let out a dramatic sigh, sinking into his hoodie like it was the most important decision he’d made all day. “well, soccer’s great and all, but there's something about getting all bendy and flexible that really speaks to me.” his eyes flick to your lips. “plus, I got to see you struggle. that was pretty adorable.”

you roll your eyes. “I wasn’t struggling, I was,” you reply with mock offense. “just had-”

“mhm, sure, sure,” bachira interrupts, reaching over and brushing a lock of hair from your face. “anyway, I was actually thinking.. you know, we should do this more. not pilates. well, maybe pilates, but just.. us time.” his fingers linger on your cheeks, pinching.

“us time?” you mumble, scowling while you swat his hands away. “does this mean you’re taking me to your next soccer game?”

he leans in closer, hand brushing against yours, the warmth of his skin against yours somehow feeling more familiar than anything else. his thumb traces slow, deliberate circles over your knuckles as his voice drops to a softer, more sincere tone. “I just like being with you. only you, none of the boys or anything. seriously just us. today was nice.”

“you’re a real sap, you know that?”

he chuckles, hands settling on the armrests to jump up and kiss your forehead. “only for you.”

ITOSHI RIN ﾉ LOCKER ROOM CLOWN SHOES

rin’s muscles ache in places he didn’t even know existed, and the soreness, compounded by the intensity of the soccer game earlier, was making him seriously regret not just letting you have your way with the whole pilates thing.

he leans back, rubbing the back of his neck, eyes narrowing as the pain shot through him. the guys — scattered around the locker room, were laughing and teasing as they got dressed, but it was hard to focus on them with the phone call vibrating softly in his hand.

“hey, I’m here,” rin says into the speaker, trying to sound casual, though the subtle groan in his voice gave away more than he intended. “-game just ended.”

the background noise blurs as you speak on the other end, voice soothing his exhaustion. “feeling okay?”

rin rolls his eyes, glancing over at the group making their way towards the exit. he could hear them snickering, probably about something they noticed — most likely the fact that his walk was a bit stiff, his posture not as fluid as it usually was.

“‘m fine, just sore from.. you know..” he winces, trying to stretch his arm without making a sound, though it was practically impossible to hide the discomfort. “from everything, really.”

in the background, someone — likely one of the forwards — shouts, “yo, itoshi! you good? looks like you’re getting soft.” rin pinches the bridge of his nose, a fraudulent attempt to ignore them.

you laugh, the sound clear and warm through the phone, and rin’s lips lift into a reluctant smile.

“they’re giving you a hard time?”

“they’re assholes,” he corrects, before switching the subject. “come over and take care of me later?”

romy 🐰 is typing… hi from march 16th. as of today at hour 12:15 in the afternoon I am head over heels for itoshi sae

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[thekinslayed]

Sweet, Wonderful You

summary | Aemond finds himself pleased with his new wife.

pairing | newlywed aemond targaryen x wife!reader

tags | 18+, MINORS DNI! unprotected sex, oral (f), semi-public, spanking, hot hot sex, arranged marriage, fingering, Aemond Has Feelings, lots of fluff and marital bliss <3

wordcount | 5.6k

note | if i had a penny for every time Aemond was up to no good in a tent, i'd only have two pennies, but it's weird that it’s happened twice!

likes, comments, reblogs are much appreciated!

(divider by @zaldritzosrose)

There was a slight rattle upon the earth when the hunting party returned with a thunderous arrival. Cheers and applause greeted the group of a hundred or so men, composed of noble lords, young squires, and knights to keep them all guarded in the woods. The hounds raced with the horses, barking at their feet. They had returned successfully after a full day and a half of hunting the prized stag, having departed a night before the rest of the royal party. 

Among the cluster, three heads of silver hair held a stark contrast from the rest. They rode straight to the center of the camp, stopping just before the royal tents. You stood with the Queen and your good sister, Helaena, who held a green little creature in her palm. Your fingers were wrung together anxiously as the princes dismounted their horses. One by one, Prince Aegon and Prince Daeron handed off their horses to the keepers, before coming over to greet their family, followed by your new husband, the one-eyed Prince Aemond. 

The King’s second son spotted you almost immediately upon returning to camp, keeping his good eye on you until he beckoned his horse to a halt. As he walked over, you felt a warm tinge in your cheeks when his good eye raked over your form. Your husband extended a hand to you when he was close enough, to which you hastily removed your glove to place your smaller palm in his. He dipped his head to press a kiss to your knuckles, greeting you, “Dear wife.”

“Well done, my prince. I was told of your great skills in hunting the stag,” you praised him. Behind his tall figure, you can see the beast being dragged away, blood staining the better half of its neck. You can feel the stares of onlookers around you, no doubt wanting to catch a glimpse of the newlyweds together. Your husband merely hummed, offering you a quip of a smile. 

"I was lucky, nothing more," Aemond said with a little bit of humility. The queen urged everyone to head inside the warm tent as the breeze began to lap at your faces with a sharp chill, the day slowly starting to dim. The prince took your hand and placed it on his elbow, turning his head to examine the dress you wore. It was a dark red, embellished with dragons of black thread, completed with a black underskirt and a dark fur trim along its neckline. A true Targaryen garment, paired with black fur-lined gloves your husband had given you before he left for the hunt. 

"Thank you for coming to greet me, my lady. You look lovely," he complimented, making you blush. It wasn’t often the prince would unleash compliments so openly, and in the short period you have been together, you had been bestowed mostly with formal and terse praises, this was a first. You ran a hand down your skirts shyly, happy to find your husband pleased with your attire. 

“Do you like it? It was a gift from Dragonstone. Your sister had written of her regret of not being able to come to the celebrations. Her being with child had prevented her from traveling, it seems,” you informed him. From your touch on his elbow, you feel your husband tense up. This immediately wiped the smile off your face, glancing up at him in slight worry of what you had said something to gain this reaction. His good eye blinked before his lips pursed, letting out another low hum.

“Half-sister.”

“W-what?”

“Rhaenyra, she is my half-sister,” Aemond corrected. You all but blanched at the return of his cold and distant tone, mentally kicking yourself for having forgotten the strife between King Viserys’ children. You didn’t miss the way when he mentioned her name, almost jeering. 

“Right, of course,” you chuckled awkwardly, before caressing his bicep with your other hand. Your husband led you into the tent, greeted by lords and ladies alike, who uttered praises of the pair of you making such a handsome couple. ‘Good fortune shall come to this union!’ and ‘Your marriage shall ever be fruitful!’ they praised, and you thanked them graciously with a smile. Aemond let you entertain your guests, who had traveled from all over the Seven Kingdoms to witness the marriage of the royal prince and his lady.

Somehow, you managed to make your way to where the Queen sat with her father, the Lord Hand. They bore satisfied smiles on their faces, and you approached them with your husband, an equally bright smile on your features.

“This has been the most splendid affair! The gods have been kind,” Alicent said, visibly pleased. Aemond expressed his word of thanks to his mother, before exchanging a courteous nod with his grandfather.

“Yes, they have,” you spoke softly, turning your head to look at your dragon prince. “They’ve kept my husband out of harm’s way, for that I am glad.”

Otto held a satisfied smile on his face at your words, pleased with having orchestrated this union. It was by his doing that your father had been called to court to sit on the King’s council, and with the highly revered lord’s arrival to the Red Keep, he brought with him his only daughter, seven and ten years of age. You had been given the role of a lady-in-waiting to Princess Helaena, joining the handful of other royal ladies that accompanied the princess.  

Aemond always knew he would marry for duty. To whom, he knew naught, up until he heard of you. It was determined that you shall be wed to the prince upon the endorsement from Otto Hightower to the King, though your father had asked for the marriage to happen after you turned eight and ten. Aemond had caught glimpses of you with Helaena and her ladies, but had never sought you out himself. He wasn’t one to meddle with his sister’s activities with her group, with their singing, sewing, and all of their giggling, but the few times he had seen you he thought you the most handsome out of all of them. A shy little thing you were, never boisterous or commanding. The princess often asked you to be her sole companion most days, when she had grown tired of being surrounded by different voices and faces. Helaena had expressed her delight after learning of your and Aemond’s nuptials, happy to see her favorite lady and her favorite brother together. 

He was pleased with this union, to say the least. You were quite the beauty, graceful, and well-equipped with the knowledge of history and philosophy, as well as the talent for playing the harp. He considered himself lucky not to be stuck with a woman he would not agree with in ego, like a Lannister. As meek as you were, you still possessed wit, but of an unassuming kind. The prince courted you for 4 moons, gracing your days with his presence as he accompanied you on walks through the royal gardens, sat with you in the library while you both read, and visited you in Helaena’s chambers when the rest of her ladies were dismissed. On your nameday, he had gifted you with an exquisite set of jewelry, a pair of earrings and a necklace of sapphire. He took quite an interest in you, despite his usual stoic expressions. Aemond was never one to wear his heart on his sleeve, and as much as he tried to ignore it, to be graced by the sight of you became a part of his days, and dreams of you filled his nights. However, despite all the time you had spent together, it was difficult to move past the formalities, especially with your interactions being heavily chaperoned and coupled with your timidness around the prince and Aemond's stiff demeanor. It turned out that Aemond's mastery of history and philosophy failed to equip him with the expertise of courting a woman.

Much to his dismay, the prince felt he had barely scratched the surface of you after four moons, but he considered it no matter, for he had a lifetime to explore your every facet.

One thing he did learn, however, was how you turned flustered so easily at his words, and how he reveled in making a beautiful woman blush.

On the night of your nuptials, Aemond had seen a shift in your usual doe-like eyes to something lush. The prince was grateful for having been granted his request to forego the bedding ceremony. You had made such pretty sounds for him, from the moment he sucked his first mark on your neck, to when your plush bosom was exposed to the dark room, up to when he stretched you out on his fingers, and ultimately, his cock. To have shared this moment with the debauched eyes of the others would be a great disgrace, and Aemond felt prideful of having witnessed such a reaction in his new wife. He saw a heady tinge glaze over your eyes when you had first spilled on his fingers, your confidence growing as you dug your nails into his shoulders while he thrust his hips into your weeping cunny. 

The morning after, his lady wife greeted him with a bashful smile, sweet as always. The evidence of your consummation merely existed in the marks on your neck and the blood-stained sheet discarded on the floor. On your second night, you had offered yourself to your husband, despite the terrible ache in between your thighs, but Aemond graciously declined, not wanting to have his wife too sore on the royal hunt that was to follow.

As the night went on and the nobility began to disperse from the royal tent to retire to their accommodation, Aemond found himself in his own pavilion, thinking about you. For the sake of propriety, you had been placed in a separate tent from your husband. He had bathed himself clean from the muck that clung to his pale skin, and changed into his night clothes to retire after almost two days of rigorous hunting. However, in the warmth from the small fire in his tent, Aemond felt a strange twinge in his chest. He felt the need to see you, perhaps even share the bed for the night. Aemond thought himself ridiculous, especially with the slight air of formality that still lingered between the two of you, but was a pull he felt, an odd need to be around you. And in the dead of night, the one-eyed prince, in all his formality and adherence to standards, let his feet guide him out of his tent to make the small walk towards yours. 

Your handmaiden was brushing your hair after helping you change into your nightgown when you heard a low voice through the tarp of your accommodation. You recognize it as your husband’s, and you had bid him to enter without hesitation. The maidservant made quick work to finish brushing your hair, before leaving with a bow when Aemond had entered. You turned to your prince, rising from your seat to greet him with a soft smile. The surprise on your face was evident, not expecting him to seek you out so late in a somewhat public environment. Perhaps he had a matter to discuss, one that could not wait until the morn.

Gods, was it about the dress?

“Is something the matter, lord husband?” you asked him. In the dim flicker of light from the small fire you had requested in your tent, Aemond’s good eye ran over the swell of your breasts, accentuated by the shadows. The prince cleared his throat, crossing his hands on his lower back.

“Should there be a matter at hand for me to see my wife?” he asked rhetorically. You blushed, flustered for having asked such a question. 

“Of course not,” you chuckled sheepishly, before approaching to hold him by the elbows, beckoning him to the fire. “Come.”

Your husband walked around the tent, studying the arrangements made for your accommodation. You walked over to the makeshift vanity they had provided, rubbing some oil into the ends of your hair to finish your nightly routine. 

“You were treated well in my absence, I hope?” Aemond spoke up. You turned to find him settled on the edge of your cot, leaning his weight on his palm.

“Oh, yes. Everyone has been kind... though quite curious I must say,” you answered, wiping away the residue on your fingers. Aemond raised an eyebrow at your words.

“About?”

You bit the inside of your cheek at his question, recalling the incessant prodding of the ladies of the court to learn more of how your husband has been thus far. You tried to answer the queries to the best of your abilities, though avoiding indulging too much in your husband’s private matters. That proved to be quite difficult, because the questions they asked the most were about his abilities in the marriage bed.

“About us. H-how our first night was and the like,” you stammered. You had no intent to lie to your husband, especially not so early in your marriage, but it still flustered you to discuss such matters. The corner of your husband’s lips quirked up in a smirk, and his eyebrow stayed raised as he continued to question you about the court’s inquisitiveness.

“And? What did you tell them?” He urged. Your fingers fiddled with the fringes of your robe, an anxious habit. You bit your lip while your cheeks turned pink, your mind struggling to find the words. 

“I told them it was quite… satisfactory,” you admitted, to which your husband responded with a hum.

“Satisfactory?”

“Well, I couldn’t really say much with your mother listening close by!” You all but squeaked, earning a low chuckle from the prince. He nodded his head slightly, satisfied with your answer. He rose from the cot, walking over to where you stood. Your head tilted up slightly as Aemond loomed over you, his good eye darkened to a dark amethyst from the lack of illumination in the tent. His smirk never fell, amused with how quickly you had grown flustered.

“And what did you really think about our first night, princess? Was it indeed satisfactory?” He asked. Your eyes tore away from him, unable to bear the weight of his gaze. They shifted around the room warily, focusing on anything but his piercing gaze, before giving him a meek nod. Two of his fingers lifted your chin back up to look at him, and he tilted his head slightly, raising his eyebrow to silently urge you to use your words. By your sides, your hands curled the fabric into your tight fists.

“Y-yes… more than that,” you admitted, warmth spreading all over your face up to the tip of your ears. Aemond merely hummed, his good eye raking over your features in thought.

To say your wedding night was satisfactory was a great understatement. As a girl, you had been taught whatever happened in the marriage bed was to be done under the grace of the Seven and with the utmost delicacy, it was your duty after all. To indulge in anything else would be a sin, and my, what a sweet sin it was. Your lord husband had managed to spurn sounds from you that you had never heard from your own lips. You had never been so overcome with such fire, such pulsing desire. He had touched you in ways that would have your Septa gasp in horror.

You had expected pain and a husband who would only do so much to get himself to spill his seed in your womb, yet there was little of that. Prince Aemond may not be the image of a romantic prince from the fairytales of your girlhood, but he had shown you a fire only a dragon can possess. He was as prolific of a lover as he was a scholar, and for a moment you had wondered how many women he had touched, licked, and sucked the way he did with you in order to become such a master in this art, though it mattered little. You were his woman now, and he was welcome to devour you however he liked. 

Your husband prepared you for what felt like hours, scissoring his deft fingers in your sweet cunt, his lips sucked on the stiff buds of your breast relentlessly, up until you were covered with a sheen of sweat before he finally took hold of your thighs and split you open with his cock.

He made you a quivering mess that night, spilling on his fingers and his cock beautifully. You were in awe at your own body’s response to his touch, your mind grew hazy the further you lost yourself in the throes of pleasure. When you had returned to your senses, he had wiped you clean and threw the furs over your naked body.

After having been exposed to him in the intimate enclosure of your marital chambers, you had wished to be kept in your new husband's embrace when you slept, but cordiality soon returned between the two of you. It was almost as if the events that had just passed were merely a dream, a fleeting expulsion of desire, and the night ended with you and Aemond lying on separate sides of the mattress.

The morning after, the quivering ache of your thighs served as a keepsake of your wedding night, and as much as you struggled to walk through the halls of the Keep, you found yourself craving more. On your second night, you had offered yourself to your prince, in hopes of being consumed by such fire again. To your dismay, your husband had refused, mostly because he watched you walk around with a slight limp all day and didn’t wish to put you in a further state of discomfort. On the third night, with Aemond having already departed for the hunt, you laid alone in your marital chambers, left to thoughts of your dragon prince.

Now, on your fourth night, your husband stood before you, his thumb caressing the plump flesh of your bottom lip. From his proximity, you could see how his pupil began to dilate, black threatening to overtake purple. 

“Are you still sore?” He asked in a low whisper. You shook your head lightly, careful not to shake off his grip, before whispering a soft ‘no’. With your words, his good eye flickered to meet your gaze for a second, before returning to your mouth. His head dipped down, capturing your lips in a kiss. You sighed, secretly in relief, at the feeling of his mouth upon yours once again. You let him guide you, following his pace as his tongue dipped into your cavern. The kiss was gentle, but getting your fill after going without his caress for two days made you breathless almost instantly. 

The both of you pulled away, and Aemond was tantalized at the sight of you. There it was, the change in your gaze. A look akin to hunger glazed over your orbs, and a flush ran across your cheek to the tip of your nose, your pink lips glistened with spit. He descended his lips onto your neck, replacing the fading marks on your neck with new ones. A soft whimper left you when your prince sucked on a spot that almost had your eyes rolling to the back of your skull. You softly caressed the back of his head, feeling the silky strands of silver under your fingertips.

Decency nagged in the back of your head, reminding you that despite the privacy provided by the pavilion, the thin tarp would do little to conceal any sound that would indicate to the guests your activities. 

“Aemond…” you breathed out. Your husband hummed against your skin, the vibrations of his voice shooting down straight to your core. “S-should we be doing this here?” 

Aemond lifted his head, pressing his forehead against yours. You closed your eyes as the warmth he exuded engulfed your entire being. “I do not see why not. We are alone, dear wife.”

“People will hear,” you reasoned. Your eyes opened to find him looking at you with an impish smirk, a sight so roguish in contrast to the formal prince you once knew.

“Let them hear. Why don’t we let them all know how diligent we are in doing our duty, hm?” He said, pulling away from you. You let him walk you backward, sitting on the edge of the cot when the back of your knees hit the wooden frame. Aemond bent to recapture your lips, his hand wandering down to cup your clothed breast. With frantic hands, you untied the robe covering your nightgown, shrugging it off to discard it off to the side. You had donned more modest apparel compared to the one you wore on your wedding night, sleeves much longer than the frail straps of the nightgown he had first seen you in. Still, the cotton was almost sheer, and the dark rings of your nipples were visible even in the dim light.

Next, you pulled Aemond’s tunic from his breeches, helping him pull off the garment. When he bent down to kiss you once more, your hands slithered to the back of his head. Your fingertips toyed with the clasp holding his eyepatch in place with the intention of taking the leather off, but his hand quickly covered yours, halting its ministrations.

“No,” was all he said. Aemond straightened back to his full height, looking down at you from the tip of his aquiline nose. You visibly gulped at the commanding aura that seemed to surround him, making you feel submissive, completely pliant to his will. Your thighs squeezed together to soothe the ache in your throbbing core, watching his long fingers untie the laces of his breeches. Before you were granted the sight of his long, beautiful cock, he grabbed either side of your waist to urge you to lie on your stomach. Your dragon grabbed a pillow, placing it underneath your abdomen to prop your hips up. Your heart thumped in anticipation, and your breath hitched in your throat when you felt the cool air kiss your rear when he lifted the hem of your nightgown. His large, calloused hands took hold of either cheek, spreading and squeezing the supple flesh of your rear. In between, your cunny started to glisten, tears of arousal dripping from your slit. 

A gasp left your lips when you feel his tongue swipe a hot strip down your opening, hearing him groan as he tasted your essence. He bestowed more licks to your cunt soon after, dipping into your slit to test. You pressed your face into the sheets in an attempt to muffle your whines, but in suppressing your responses, your hips started to squirm restlessly the more his tongue prodded at you. A squeal, one a little too loud to your liking, escaped you when your husband’s hand smacked your rear.

“Stay still,” he ordered, before diving back into your sweet cunt. You fisted the sheets in your hands, biting your lips hard when Aemond began fucking you with his tongue. The hot, wet muscle breached your walls deep in this position, much deeper than the first time. Breathless moans fell from your lips at the sensation of his mouth on your cunt, the act so utterly sinful and debauched. To your knowledge, you had never heard of any husband doing such a thing to his wife, more often than not hearing of the wife doing it to her husband instead. You silently thanked the gods for having bestowed you a husband unlike the others, a prince who took pleasure in giving you yours. 

A particularly loud moan filled the space when two of your husband’s fingers replaced his tongue, preparing you for his cock. Aemond stood back tall, his purple eye trained on the way your cunny swallowed his fingers, and the imprint of his hand that started to redden on your arse. You subtly moved your hips back to meet his hand, desperate for more.

“My, look at you, dear wife. I always thought you were a prim little thing, but here you are, fucking yourself on my fingers, moaning like some common whore,” he remarked. You whined at his words, embarrassment creeping up your spine, though you cared little, not when your lustful cravings for your husband clouded your mind. You craned your head to meet Aemond’s gaze from your position, catching the way he smirked out of the corner of your eye.

“Do you like it that much?” He asked, to which you nodded eagerly. You softly pleaded, ‘Please, husband’, and Aemond grunted in response.

“What is it you want, princess?” 

You propped yourself on an elbow, turning to face him, still on your stomach. Your eyes slightly widened to find his cock already exposed. He had been softly stroking it while fucking you with his fingers, evidently overcome with as much desire as you were. Now, his length sat heavy in his hand while he awaited your answer, tip flushed a deep red while it weeped a clear liquid.

“I want you, Aemond, all of you,” you made known. The prince let out another hum, before pulling his fingers out. You felt the mattress dip as he kneeled on the bed, caging you in between his legs. He propped himself on a hand by your side, the other holding his cock to line himself with your slit. Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt the blunt end of his cockhead press against your slit, letting out a whine when he breached your opening. His chest pressed against your back, the weight of his body on yours a welcome comfort. The prince’s breath was hot against the side of your face, and his deep groan echoed directly into your ear. He slid into your cunt inch by inch, tight walls hugging his length perfectly. He cursed under his breath when he finally bottomed out, lips pressing a kiss to your cheek as his nose nuzzled to inhale the scent of your sweet flesh.

“Gods above,” he groaned. His hips started to move with small, slow thrusts, still letting you adjust to the size of his impressive length. You whimpered, pressing your forehead against the bed while Aemond panted in your ear. “Such a tight fucking cunny. Perfectly made to take my cock, hm?”

“Yes, husband, it is all yours,” you moaned. As your walls started to relax, Aemond gained more space to thrust his length in and out of you. His pace began to pick up, the fabric of his breeches rubbing against your rear as his hips drove forward to meet yours. His cockhead kissed the tip of your cervix, causing a wave of pleasure to spread in your lower belly. 

Hearing Aemond’s grunts in your ear only spurned your arousal further. With his body covering yours, you felt him everywhere, from his breath that hit the side of your face, the fine hairs of his chest tickling the skin of your back, and the slapping of his hips against your plump flesh as he drove his cock into you relentlessly. His large hand crept up to intertwine with yours, holding your smaller hand tightly. The cot’s wooden frame began to creak at the sheer force of his thrusts, your body jerking as he fucked you mercilessly. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip to bite back the sobs that threatened to escape you, but your head was turned to the side to meet Aemond’s eager lips. He swallowed down the desperate moans that reverberated from you, before pulling away to press his damp forehead against the side of your burning cheek. 

His name fell from your lips like a prayer, reverent and faithful, as your husband hurled you closer to your release. Aemond felt your walls start to tighten back up, pulsing, indicating the beginning of your release. His free hand sneaked in between your front, finding your pearl to stimulate. The circles rubbed on your nub only served to tighten the coil in your belly that threatened to snap, and your eyes clenched shut as your husband rendered you witless.

“Are you going to come for me, sweet wife?” He rasped in your ear. A chorus of whiny yesses fell from your lips, followed by more sobs.

Aemond felt a hot lick of pleasure deep within his belly, indicating his own climax was fast approaching. He drove his cock even harder into you, the pads of his fingers rubbing your clit at a lightning speed that began to cramp his forearm. He paid it no mind, determined to have you fall apart first. Your walls pulsed uncontrollably, squeezing and massaging his cock. Your nipples rubbed against the pillow underneath you, and with a particularly harsh thrust, you fell apart on Aemond’s cock. 

Your release washed over you like the tide, rendering you lightheaded as you spilled around your husband’s length. He continued to fuck you through your orgasm, chasing his own end. Your legs bent to kick upwards as you began to squirm in overstimulation, though Aemond’s weight on your body prevented you from moving away. With one more thrust, then two, Aemond’s cock twitched in your cunt, before painting your walls with hot, white dragonseed. 

After he emptied his fill into your womb, your husband slumped in exhaustion, lying on top of you with his sweaty forehead pressed against your shoulder. Both of you took a moment to catch your breath, basking in the afterglow of your lovemaking. You remained lying prone, eyes closed, as Aemond pulled out of you. You felt the mixture of your juices spill from your slit, whining when he pushed it back into your sensitive core with his finger. 

You opened your eyes to watch him walk off to grab a clean cloth to clean you with, pouring some water from a jug to soak the fabric. The damp material felt cool against your hot skin, still sheened with sweat. You shifted to lie on your back, turning to look at Aemond as he cleaned himself off. Your eyes ran down the ripple of fine muscle down his back, tracing the way his form tapered at the waist with your gaze.

“Will you stay?” You whispered, making him look at you. His good eye studied you, with your flush face and glistening skin. You looked at him with a gaze that made him feel warm inside, a feeling so strange and new. 

“Do you want me to?” He responded, to which you nodded yes. Throwing the rag on a basket, Aemond walked back to the cot, settling under the furs that you pushed back for him. Hesitantly, he lifted his arm to wrap around you, and you snuggled into his embrace without him having to ask.

It was quite pleasant, he realized, to have a wife to hold in his arms. And as you drifted off, he caressed your back soothingly, planting soft kisses on your forehead that you didn’t feel in your slumber. 

It was past the hour of the wolf when a sudden strong breeze in the night air drifted through the tent, causing you to stir awake to snuggle further into your husband’s warmth. A comforting warmth sparked in your heart to be in such a position, never having expected the prince to be one to cuddle at night. A satisfied sigh left your lips, before they pressed a soft kiss to the base of his neck.

You tilted your head up to cast a glance at him, letting out a small gasp when you caught the twinkle of a gemstone lodged into your husband’s left socket. The sapphire glinted like a star, reflecting the dying embers of the fire. Slowly lifting your hand to his face, your thumb softly caressed the indent of his scar, in awe of such beauty. You thought back to when he refused to remove his eyepatch earlier in the night, and you wondered why he chose not to flaunt such a mesmerizing sight. He must have slipped off the leather patch when you had descended into slumber.

In the short period you had come to know your husband, you had learned the loss of his eye was a pain he held in his heart. The small details Helaena had divulged caused an ache in your heart for the young boy that he was, and you understood why he harbored such grievance. To catch a small glimpse of the sapphire, albeit unintentionally, felt like an intrusion on the deepest part of Aemond's core, a peek of the well-hidden display of all his true glory.

Aemond slightly stirred from your touch in his face, causing you to pull away lest you disturb his sleep. You leaned to press a light kiss to his jaw, before going back to sleep with an affection in your chest that would only grow as the days went by.

In the morn, Aemond returned to his tent just as the dawn broke through the horizon. Few began to litter around, mostly setting up for everyone to break their fast before they departed back to the Red Keep. He dressed for the day, donning a dark green doublet, embroidered with dragons of gold thread. Afterwards, he walked over and peeked into your tent, finding you having your hair fixed by your handmaiden, still clad in your shift. Aemond left to let you finish getting ready, walking over to where his family began to gather around. Daeron and Aegon were already in playful banter despite the early hour, while Helaena sat with their mother, playing with a beetle she had found in the grass.

“Brother!” Daeron greeted, slapping Aemond on the back. The second son let out a warning grunt, to which the youngest only responded with a grin. “Where were you last night? We tried to find you, but you weren’t in your tent. We wanted to celebrate your nuptials, brother, Aegon had even snuck some jugs of Dornish wine into his tent!” 

“Ah, let him be, Daeron. He must have been taking a shit in the woods,” Aegon quipped, earning a hearty laugh from Daeron and a glare from Aemond. Alicent sighed, massaging her temples at hearing her son’s words.

“I was with my wife, Aegon. Perhaps you should check on yours,” Aemond retorted, eye glancing over to where their sister had wandered off to the trees to find more critters to add to her collection. The smile on Aegon’s face dropped, following his brother’s gaze.

“Boys, please, it is too early. Daeron, why don’t you come sit with me while Aemond fetches his wife? Aegon, don't let Helaena wander too far.” Upon their mother’s words, all three sons split up to walk off in different directions. Aemond walked back to your tent, just in time to catch you step out. His good eye slightly widened at the sight of you, beautifully dressed in a light blue garment of your homeland’s style. It was vastly different to the dress Rhaenyra had gifted you, but it suited you better. What caught his eye, however, was the shimmering jewelry paired to your dress. The gems of sapphire sparkled under the morning sun, sitting prettily on your chest and dangling from your ears. You gave Aemond a small smile, approaching him and planting a kiss on his cheek.

“Good morrow, lord husband,” you greeted him, caressing his cheek. Aemond muttered a greeting in return, still tantalized at how well you wore the stone. Pride swelled in his chest to see the marks he had left peek underneath the necklace, his possessiveness growing with well you wore the stone, clearly now marked as his. 

“How beautiful you are, dear wife,” he praised, causing you to blush as you expressed your thanks. His eye regarded you with fondness, a softness in his gaze that previously wasn’t there. Taking his hand in yours, Aemond let you intertwine your fingers as you walked hand in hand to greet everyone. Your heart hammered in your chest as you felt the promise of something good coming to your marriage. You had never expected such delight to come your way when you were promised to the King’s second son, but as the days passed, you found yourself blossoming under the warmth of his presence. Indeed, good fortune shall come to your union.

[adventures-written]

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