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[vhagrs]

….gods -- i need him so bad..! so, so beautifully written. ♡

Aftercare

Summary: You aren't sure if there is anything else Aemond can do to make you fall harder for him, but this certainly does it.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader (lover)

Warnings: NSFW (very mild), Hurt/Comfort, Vulnerable and soft Aemond.

Word count: 1k

A/N: I'm a firm believer that Aemond is loyal and caring to those he has a bond with (the relationship with his mother proves that exactly). This is my attempt at portraying a more open and vulnerable Aemond. With this being said, I apologise in advance for the amount of fluff. But he deserves it! Set after he was named kinslayer.

A/N 2: I had to delete it and post again. My latest fics haven´t been showing up in the tags for some reason :/ sorry...

Warm kisses pressed along your jawline had you sigh as the concoction of hormones plunged gradually. It had become a ritual after sex, and one that you never knew you’d crave and cherish so much.

Aemond Targaryen was still buried deep within you. It wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable having his cock soften with each passing second. If anything, it made you feel closer to him.

“Are you feeling well?” he murmured, his breath tickling your cheeks.

Nodding curtly, you shifted slightly against him and smiled as he planted a soft kiss on your nose.

To anyone outside these four walls, he was nothing but the kinslayer, bound to having his whole identity be reduced to that of a heartless cold man who had his dragon kill his nephew. He was perceived as no more as someone who spared no sympathy or mercy.

But outside these four walls, you couldn’t have him like this. Stripped bare. Body and soul. He put on a mask and did his best to remind anyone who crossed his path that he didn't truly care about anything or anyone except his mother.

How wrong they all were.

How wrong he was.

“You are so...” his voice faded momentarily as he quietly studied your face. “... gevie.” he finally said as an afterthought, cupping your face lovingly and caressing your cheek with his thumb.

“You... you are beautiful...” you immediately offered back, which had his blue eye tear away from yours.

He wasn’t used to being praised. All he had ever known his entire life had been pain and grief. Even his mother's love couldn't make up for all the hurt he had experienced at those who were supposed to love him unconditionally. After what had recently happened in Storm's End, it had become significantly harder to have him open up to you. Even so, extending loving words to him was a sure way to having his entire devotion.

Succeeding in having his walls tumbling down, if even only for a fleeting moment, was not an easy feat. He constantly struggled with allowing himself to be deserving.

You placed your hand on his face, mimicking his caress on you. As your thumb grazed the narrow bump of the scar that ran across his left eye, you felt him stiffen lightly.

“I adore you,” your voice was but a whisper.

Aemond didn’t return the gesture, but there was no coldness in his touch. You’d grown used to his silent displays of affection. They spoke louder than any words ever could.

He took your hand in his and pressed a kiss on your lips before pulling out if you in a swift motion.

The sudden emptiness had a shiver spreading across your skin. His warmth soon vanished as he sat back on the bed.

Just as you prepared to swing your legs to the edge, he placed both hands on your thighs, holding you in place.

“Let me take care of you.”

Surprise jabbed through your heart, and you felt a sudden wave of tranquility wash over you.

Aemond’s lips curled into the faintest of smiles followed by a sharp exhale.

Curiosity was battling with your urge to clean up as his thick and warm cum started to spill from you, and layers of sweat sprawled along your entire body.

You had a faint idea of what he intended to do, and it caused your heart to swell.

“You don’t have to...”

He ignored you, extending his hand to grab a hand cloth from the nightstand.

As soon as he brought it to your damp forehead, you jolted.

“Really... you don’t ha—"

“Why not?” he immediately cut you off, and you recognized the beginning of a frown settling on his face… and something else.

While you were merely trying to let him know that this wasn’t at all necessary, Aemond perceived it as something else entirely.

Rejection.

The soft piece of fabric hovered over your skin as he awaited your reply.

It was utterly painful to see how the grip from his past insisted on slipping through every crack of his being. From his father who had done little to make him feel loved to the multiple dragons that had refused to bond with him util Vhagar came along. The insecurity… the fear of rejection… the constant attempts at proving that he was worthy of compassion... love even.

Slowly, you placed your hand on top of his still one, showing him that he was free to go on.

He hesitated at first.

But you smiled reassuringly, and he fell for it. His beautiful features softened as your fingers caressed his hand. A genuine sigh of relief escaped your lips once you felt the piece of cloth brushing along your skin once again.

“I've been wanting to do this for a while,” he said as if lost in the moment.

Even if you were just his lover, you couldn't help but to feel fortunate to have this side of him all to yourself. In fact, you often wondered if, when the time to take a wife came , you'd be able to carry on with your life as expected, knowing that the best you ever had had not ever been yours.

But you couldn’t keep yourself from smiling at the unexpected tenderness. “Really?”

“Kessa… you deserve that much,” he went on, carefully swiping the sweat away with skillful strokes. "You took care of me when others would refuse to."

There was a hint in his voice of something you couldn’t quite identify. It wasn’t sadness nor anger.

He sounded relieved.

“Even though mother tried her best, it was just not…” he trailed off momentarily once the cloth reached your lips. “I'm merely returning the favour.”

Your mind urged you to say something comforting and poetic, but silence took over instead as your body blissfully welcomed his every touch.

He had settled for having the palm of his other hand trail after the other, using the warmth to soothe you.

“Does this feel good?” he asked.

You nodded. “More than good.”

A genuine smile tugged at his lips, highlighting his beauty. “So you feel good,” he concluded.

“I do. And you?” you asked sweetly as his warm hand moved downward to join the cloth that was resting on your lower abdomen.

Aemond’s blue eye lit up, visibly staggered by your question. The reason was, quite frankly, simultaneously heartwarming and heartbreaking.

Barely anyone bothered asking him that. Something so simple, yet he had rarely experienced it. Not until you.

“I’m… good…” he replied, rubbing the fabric along your folds to clean you up from the mixture of your own wetness with his cum.

You jolted when it nudged your still sensitive clit, and Aemond immediately slowed down his movements. “Too much?”

“It’'s good,” you assured him, your sleepy eyes taking in as much as possible.

In time, you were able to learn that there was beauty in silence. In just appreciating Aemond's company. The world outside thrived in chaos, but here it was just the two of you.

It had taken him a long time to let you in and even longer to give himself to you. You had seen the worst of him, through nightmares that would have him scream into the night, to witnessing him struggling to deal with the weight of having started a war. However, you had also experienced him bettering himself for you.

Because of you.

You lay there in silence, but your heart was beating at a deafening pace. No "I adore you's" came from Aemond that night, or any night that followed. But none of those were needed, in truth. Those three words would never be able to convey his adoration for you, or yours for him.

So you took a mental note to scrap that proclamation from your mind, vowing never to murmur those words together ever again.

No more telling him how much you loved him; you’d show him, just as he’d show you.

[spadeskitty]

here, have some honey 🍯

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[chuuminn]

hi !!! :3 i am just wondering if you have any well written dazai x reader fic recommendations ? specifically ones that are posted on here :)

oooooo you bet your cute butt i do !!! here are some of my favs, be sure to read over any of the warnings before reading to stay safe, mwah !!!

waterloo by @osarina “infinite universes, infinite possibilities. across them all, only one thing remains constant: you and your fateful meeting with dazai osamu, a whirlwind of love and romance that seems to always end in tragedy.”  ( minnie mumble : i'd also check out osarina's pm!reader series, it's a lot of fun and has quite a few peices written! but waterloo has a special place in my heart so that gets my rec hehe )

heartbeat by @nakahras “a one time thing then becomes a sometimes thing and that becomes something entirely different when dazai is officially pardoned from his long list of crimes. his timing is impeccable considering it’s a special day for him.”

his parliment's on fire by @kentopedia "every man in yokohama has a long list of crimes they’d commit to be with you, but none quite as long as dazai’s."

special mention for the one dazai x reader fic that made me start watching bsd. i can't find it for the life of me but if i do i will be adding it to this post (>/////< " )

and a couple of cute lil peices that gave me the warm fuzzies !

this one by @lacunazai this one by @teddybeartoji

hope you like them ! make sure to give the authors lots of love ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

[vhagrs]

my newest aemond targaryen fanfic -- heavy smut. enjoy, happy reading. ♡

okay…. but imagine having aemond stuff his cum back inside you, loving to press his seed back inside your overstimulated cunt and breed you every day—

— 𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒.

gif credit.

© inklovins 2022. do not plagiarize, translate, modify or post my content on any other platform.

author’s note: y’all betta know…… i just had to write something for this -- my imagination ran absolutely wild with this one. i didn’t wanna write a lot, just somethin mini for myself to get these sinful thoughts outta my head… im sorry in advance. ♡ if you enjoyed – please reblog, comment + leave ur feedback! thank u & happy reading. :)

warnings: minors dni. smut. p in v sex (slight). fingering. cunnilingus. female pronouns. possessive behavior. dark!aemond. wife!reader. overstimulation kink. pain kink. pet names. romance. fluff. any grammatical errors are my own – in advance, i sincerely apologize.

word count: 2,3k.

pairings: aemond targaryen x reader (f).

♡࿐ bliss. true, undying bliss overwhelmed you, completely.

“you’re so perfect for me, my sweet girl,” aemond murmured, leaning down to press a loving kiss against your forehead, lingering there and closing his eye for a moment, breathing you in.

pulling back after a few seconds, aemond observed your face closely, feeling a warm sensation tugging at his blackened heart, feeling it crack into a million little pieces, watching you gaze back up at him in awe.

there was a soft look in your doe eyes, wide and innocent and full of love.

love for him, your husband.

aemond would never admit it, but he was almost certain that the very same look graced his face too, softening his sharpened features with equal amounts of–if not more–love.

with a deep groan, aemond thrusted his cock inside your cunt a few more times, feeling your inner walls tightening around him, wanting to keep him inside and milk him dry.

a faint, little mewl escaped your swollen lips, making aemond lean forward again and capture your lips with his, kissing you slowly and passionately. the wet, warm muscle of his tongue slipped out, licking your bottom lip, before tugging it gently with his teeth, causing you to moan.

you wrapped your arms tighter around his neck, pulling him flush against you – his naked, hard chest was pressed against yours, constantly brushing over your sensitive nipples, a whine making its way up your throat.

aemond smirked, reaching one hand up and tangling his fingers into your messy locks of hair, his other hand holding on to your hip to stabilize himself so to not crush you with his body.

“…mmm – gods, you were made to take my cock,” aemond purred against your mouth, slipping his tongue inside, your tongues slowly caressing each other’s sensually, neither of you in any rush.

“i love you,” you whimpered, your mouths molding together as one – perfection.

with one last gentle thrust of the prince’s hips, he squirted his warm cum inside of you, his load entering your womb.

aemond stilled his hips, your fluttering cunt sheathing his cock, making aemond throw his head back with a feral growl.

with his cock still buried to the hilt in your pulsing cunt, aemond squeezed your hip that he was holding, digging his fingertips into the sweaty flesh as he felt his cock twitch inside of you, softening and feeling spent.

immediately, he collapsed on top of you, his face nuzzled into your neck. sleepily, he started leaving little kisses against the salty skin of your neck, sucking on your pulse point, feeling your fingers gently brush through his long hair.

aemond practically purred, the feeling of your nails scratching lightly at his scalp, always a sweet comfort. “sweet girl… ‘m gonna try something,” aemond mumbled, though he did not move for a few more minutes, completely relaxed in the safety of your arms.

however, you did not mind – especially the feeling of his large cock still buried deep inside you, making your insides begin to tingle again, your belly tightening at the thought of his royal seed settling in your womb.

gods be good, you prayed silently for a son of your own to give to your dear husband.

you loved aemond more than anything – more than life itself, all that you wanted was to give him everything he wanted… most importantly, you wanted to give him all the love in the world, including an heir of his own.

suddenly, aemond slowly pulled himself out of you with a sharp hiss, not hearing you wince slightly at the uncomfortable feeling of being empty overcame you. you tried to suppress it, making your face remain neutral.

the prince simply leaned back on his knees between your spread thighs, tilting his head back and releasing a deep sigh of satisfaction. then, his head looked back down towards you, his one eye sharp and observing you, as usual.

aemond always enjoyed watching you, he liked making you feel uncomfortable, especially when around him, watching the way you’d start to overthink everything about yourself, making yourself think – was there something wrong with you?

it amused him greatly, no matter how many times he’d done it to you.

however, no matter how much the prince could be cruel, he’d never intentionally hurt you. releasing a calming sigh, aemond’s large hands moved to grasp both of your thighs, squeezing them and then shaking them a bit, watching them jiggle slightly with a twitch of his lips.

he adored your thighs.

then, his head snapped back up to look at you, his eye piercing and observing your naked figure, admiring it without shame.

the prince looked at the soft delicateness of your pretty face, down to your neck and collarbones that were littered in love bites from him, to both of your breasts which were swollen from him sucking and biting on them earlier, until you cried out his name.

you watched him trail his eye down further until he stopped at your bare cunt, watching it with an amused glint in his violet eye, his seed dribbling out of you slowly.

smirking, the prince seemed to have thought of a idea.

aemond slowly looked back up at your face, the sapphire that rested in the socket of his missing eye sparkled from the massive fireplace – although, you did not look away from him. if you knew anything about your husband, you knew how he loved a challenge, and you were not going to be the first one to look away.

no, not this time.

chuckling softly underneath his breath, aemond clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, before raising an eyebrow at you.

“will you be a good girl for me?” he asked, his tone flat but there was that hint of amusement hiding somewhere underneath.

if you didn’t know any better, you’d think the prince was up to something.

you gulped, nodding your head and started fidgeting with your hands, making him tsk at you, slapping your hands away. instantly, you stopped – nervousness eating away at you as you dropped your arms directly by your sides, waiting.

aemond hummed, nodding once before shifting his body so that he was now laying on his stomach, resting comfortably between your spread, open thighs. your cunt glistened beautifully, making aemond’s eye dilate with need and a feverish lust.

as he laid down, he could feel his cock twitch underneath himself, no doubt hardening once again. he couldn’t control himself when he was around you, you drove him nearly insane with a need to have you – always.

“my pretty little wife..” aemond drawled, his hands creeping up to rub up the outside of your thighs, his hands warm and comforting.

“you’re even pretty here, too,” he murmured, no doubt smirking as he heard you take in a sharp breath, his lips connecting to your mound, peppering kisses along the skin and across your hipbones.

he rubbed his warm, large hands up and down the outside of your thighs, closing his eye as he was merely enjoying himself – kissing, sucking, biting your hot skin into his mouth, moving down until his lips wrapped around your swollen, overstimulated clit.

you cried out into your shared chambers, one of your hands reaching up and grasping hold of one of the many pillows–one that happened to have belonged to aemond, since you loved to lay on it since it smelled like him–fisting your small hand into the soft material.

you immediately wrapped a leg around his head, unconsciously pulling him closer against your cunt, wanting more.

always, always wanting more of him.

aemond had made you come so many times tonight���too many times–that you had lost count.

without warning, aemond removed a hand from massaging the meat of one of your thighs and brushed a finger up your dribbling slit, gathering his cum that was leaking out and stuffing it back inside you.

you whimpered, fisting the pillow and the silk sheets below you, your head thrown back and your eyes rolling into the back of your head, feeling him curl the finger inside of you.

aemond hummed, continuously sucking and sending vibrations through your sensitive, little clit – before adding two more long fingers, stuffing them inside and just leaving them there, not moving.

almost like a plug.

minutes had passed, with just him sucking and flicking your clit back and forth with his hot tongue, though he fingers did not move, only remaining plunged inside of you, causing your walls to tighten and flutter, endlessly.

“aemond..!? what.. w-what are you doing?” you heaved, your chest rising and falling quickly, feeling your belly tighten once again, painfully – your muscles sore and aching now as you could feel yourself about to come again.

“please, aemond – i am going to come again,” you sobbed, sweating profusely and your heart feeling like it was about to explode in your chest.

aemond nodded, not missing a beat, “go on, then.”

“no..! no, no, no – please, aemond.. i cannot. it hurts, it hurts so much…” you sobbed, tears now burning your eyes, falling freeing. your throat felt like it was on fire, as well as like it was closing from you gasping in too much air, trying your hardest not to come again.

however, aemond continued his ministrations on your clit, not stopping for a moment and evening wiggling his three fingers that were inside of you–keeping his cum from leaking out of you again–and with his other hand dug his fingers into the meat of your thigh that he was still holding, making you yelp in painful pleasure.

you were exhausted.

“p-please.. please,” you sniffled, shaking your head and begging.

aemond growled, pinching your thigh and then slapping it harshly in punishment, feeling you wiggling around too much.

“be sweet, wife – stop moving and come for me again,” he commanded, his words muffled but you could still understand him.

you choked on your own saliva, “oh, gods..” you whined, feeling your muscles tense and tense and tense, before the band inside of you snapped like a violin string and you let out the most earth shattering screech.

you cried your husband’s name over and over again, feeling aemond quickly squeeze in a fourth finger, beginning to curl all four of them inside of you, feeling your walls clamp down around them.

you were honestly afraid – afraid that he would want to see how much you could take and shove his entire fist inside–(you had heard ladies of the court gossip that their husbands had done that to them, and it was the most painful experience)–you never wanted to find out for yourself.

luckily, for you – even in your blissed out mind, you trusted your husband, knowing he liked pushing you to your limits, but knowing exactly how much you could take.

your thighs were quivering, your orgasm washing over you in tsunami waves of endless pleasure, with aemond continuing to gently lick your clit now, barely applying actual pressure – though his fingers remained.

“so, so perfect for me.. you’d done so well for me, my sweet girl.”

a genuine, dopey smile tugged at your lips, feeling relieved that you had pleased him, again.

once your high had calmed down, aemond pulled his mouth away from your clit, resting the left side of his face on your thigh, glancing up at you with a small smirk on his handsome face, watching you try to keep your eyes open.

“enjoy yourself, did you?”

you giggled, nodding your head yes. “i thought i was going to black out,” you confessed, embarrassment flooding your veins.

aemond lightly chuckled, “wouldn’t be the first time.”

you looked down, pouting and making him laugh harder, giving a sweet kiss to your thigh, before locking his violet eye with yours once more.

gods, how he loved you.

“i’m just teasing, my love.”

your eyebrows furrowed, “no, you are not,” you said, knowing he was speaking the truth – in fact, you had blacked out before while he was fucking you, his love for overstimulating you overwhelmed you.. time and time again.

although, you did not mind so much.

nonetheless, you liked to tease him back and pretend you hated it when he teased you – both of you knowing full well that you secretly adored it, just as much as he.

aemond snorted, before lifting his head and leaning forwards again, giving your clit a kiss, feeling you tense up immediately. “relax,” he said, eyeing your face. “i think you’ve had enough for tonight.”

you flushed, feeling his fingers twitch inside of you, before pulling them out slowly and began observing them.. they were drenched in his cum and yours, practically dripping on to your sheets.

aemond felt the corner of his mouth tug up, before opening his mouth and shoving all four fingers inside, sucking both of your mixed essence right off, swallowing with a low hum of approval.

your eyes widened, but then you licked your lips, watching him suck and work his tongue between each of his digits, his eye locked on yours as he put on a little show for you, smirking playfully.

with a pop of the last finger, he smiled, “delicious.”

you didn’t say anything, you couldn’t – you couldn’t even begin to describe how unbelievably attractive your husband was… and he was all yours.

“i love you,” you blurted out, but meaning it anyways. you were always more of the sentimental one between you two, but you could see the softness settle over aemond’s face every time you told him those three little words.

those three little words held so much meaning to him, especially coming from you.

aemond didn’t respond – instead, he climbed up your body, being careful not to crush you and settled until he was hovering above you, his face only mere centimeters away from yours. “..i love you, my beautiful wife.”

fin

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[randxmthxughts]

Chosen by Eywa - The Dream Hunt - Chapter 1

chapter 2 →

summary: eywa makes no mistakes... in the midst of his preparation to become the future olo'eyktan, neteyam is told to be with a chosen mate. guided by the signs of eywa, tsahik picks y/n, a woman orphaned by the war, whose heart already belongs to another

contains: arranged marriage, mentions of war and grief, angst, one-sided enemies to lovers

wc: 4.6k

a/n: i just wanted to say a major THANK YOU for 4k and for the support you have shown for this series before i even posted anything 😭 i hope this meets your expectations, and i am very excited for the next chapters

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Eywa makes no mistakes. Y/N had clung to these words her whole life, since the day her parents were taken by the merciless war against the sky people. She found comfort in knowing that her journey was already prewritten, destined for a greater purpose. But she had never expected for Eywa to turn her world upside down, forcing her to question everything she believed in, and lead her to a love that she never imagined possible…

The scent of smoldering herbs filled the air, mingling with the soft groans and hushed whispers of the healers attending to the small party of warriors. Y/N's deft hands worked quickly, spreading the last thick layer of healing poultice over the gash on his arm. He winced at the searing pain, then let out a weak chuckle at his own reaction.

"Mawey," she murmured to the injured warrior, her voice sweet with warmth that she failed to conceal, “We are done.” Their eyes met briefly, and a blush crept up Y/N's cheeks.

She turned away, to hide a small smile that tugged at the corners of her lips, and stepped closer to Kiri to search for another remedy in their shared basket. Neteyam, sitting beneath his sister's tender ministrations, winced slightly. His eyes then spotted Y/N, who was rifling through the herbs and ointments, though her thoughts seemed to drift somewhere else.

“What are you looking for?” Kiri asked, poking her head out from behind her brother.

“Oh,” Y/N turned, flashing the siblings a sheepish smile, “Was just making sure that we had enough eanean.”

Kiri nodded, though she was hardly convinced. Having worked with Y/N side by side for years now, she had grown to read her subtle moods. Over the past few months especially, with the increased work, the two women had become closer, and Kiri had suspected that there was something going on between Y/N and Kaye, the warrior she was just tending to. But she ultimately decided not to intervene. 

“I still don’t understand how you even crossed paths with those skxawngs at the Eastern border,” Kiri returned to the conversation she was having with her brother.

"They were lying in wait," Neteyam answered, his gaze still fixated on Y/N, "I don't know how they figured out we'd be there today, but they attacked us from above."

"That's very bad," Kiri sighed, applying fresh bandages to his back, “What if there were more of them?”

She circled to stand in front of her brother, while her eyes darted around the spacious tent. The healing tent had been expanded due to Mo’at’s request, who had decided that the old one was too cramped. Mo’at also took on more students because of the attacks from the sky people, and the clan now boasted a larger number of healers than ever before.

"We probably wouldn't have made it out alive," Neteyam sighed, disappointed. 

The future Olo’yektan saw no point in hiding the intensity of the day’s event; he had barely escaped his own death earlier. He was assigned to lead the party, and the weight of bringing his warriors to safety was heavy on his shoulders. How could he ensure they would never end up in the same situation again? Getting trapped by the sky people, almost facing death. He couldn’t help but feel insecure in his own ability as the future chief, maybe he wasn’t ready to pass his Dream Hunt yet.

Kiri's shoulders slumped in response, though the answer wasn't difficult to guess. She stole a quick glance at Y/N, who seemed to be frozen in place, listening to the conversation. If anything happened to Kaye, if she lost another person she loved to the war, would she be able to bear it?

The familiar touch of Kaye's hand on her back broke Y/N out of her thoughts. As he passed by, uttering a grateful "thank you," she blushed deeply, but the worry in her eyes was not lost on Neteyam.

︵‿︵‿︵‿︵

Y/N dipped her feet into the cold water, feeling the soreness starting to slip away from her body. The river was serene, calming her, as she had been on her feet all day, working under the watchful eyes of Mo’at and tending to the injured warriors. Kaye, who sat next to her, nudged her thigh with his. She could feel the warmth of his body against hers, his canines peeking out with a small smirk.

“You know I don’t like it when you are upset with me,” he said, nudging her again playfully, “Y/N.”

Her ears twitched, as she turned to look at him with a hint of annoyance at how unserious he was being. He had accidentally blabbered about his stupid idea to take on two geared up sky people at once and almost lost his arm during the encounter.

“The Great Mother may have looked after you today, but it won’t always be so,” she said firmly, “I lost my parents to a slip-up like this. Eywa does not intervene in these matters.”

“I know,” Kaye cupped her cheek tenderly, recognizing the reminiscing in her eyes, “I will be more careful.”

She leaned into his touch, eyes closing for a moment with a small sigh. Her mind wandered back to the memories of her parents. It was a pain that never fully went away, a constant ache that still kept her up at nights.

“I worry about you, Kaye,” she murmured.

“And I worry about you,” he replied softly, his thumb rubbing circles on her cheekbone, “Which is why I think it is time to tell my family about us.”

Y/N blinked at him, feeling the familiar spark of hope ignite within her, but she quickly pushed it aside. She had heard these words from Kaye before, a promise that he had broken time and time again. His family held importance in the clan, his parents were strict, determined to arrange a mate for Kaye, just like they did for the rest of their children. And she was never worthy of their attention. She had nothing to offer to them. Kaye knew that too well, but he continued to give both of them false hopes of a bright future together.

“You don’t have to, it is no rush,” she mumbled, wondering if her devotion to him would ever be matched, “I don’t want you to fight with your parents.”

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Like in the womb of Pandora, surrounded by the elders and the Tsahik, Neteyam proudly wore the white paint on his body as he silently took a seat in the middle of the circle. His mother lingered behind with a mixture of worry and pride on her face; she had looked forward to the day her firstborn passed the Dream Hunt, but the earlier encounter with the sky people had shaken her slightly. What if Neteyam was too tired and wouldn’t survive his uniltaron? Jake threw an assurring arm around her shoulder, pulling her into his chest, and she gratefully complied, peeking at her son with a smile. Jake was grinning, confident that Neteyam, who had already accomplished so much at his age, would pass his trial with ease. He had prepared for it for months, what’s one more rite?

The chanting began to pick up with the beginning of the ritual, and knowing his role too well, Neteyam opened his mouth willingly when Mo'at approached him with a glowing worm hanging from her fingers. The worm wiggled around as Neteyam closed his lips around it and chewed it down. The smoke from burning herbs filled his nose and eyes, burning all the way to his lungs. 

The chant grew louder and more hypnotic, and the taste of the worm on his tongue numbed his buds like a torch. Neteyam felt his body vibrate involuntarily, and as his father placed an arachnoid on his neck, he felt it stung him twice mercilessly. Neteyam squeezed his eyes shut, blocking out the noise and the pain, as his mind began to slip into a trance. He could feel his lungs give out with a sharp pain and as he desperately gasped for air, it seemed like he was falling, spiraling down with nothing to grab onto. His heartbeat suddenly was louder, faster in his ears, thumping in a rhythm as he plummeted it down. The world went dark, and when he opened his eyes, Neteyam saw himself in the forest, surrounded by mist.

His body went limp for a moment, bright sunlight blinding his vision. He gathered his energy and barely moved to his feet, when with a sudden gust of wind, a banshee flew right above him, so close to the ground that it almost threw him off. Instinctively, Neteyam reached to cover his eyes with his hand, and then he was no longer himself.

His body ached, as it began to stretch out. His hands were growing, transforming into wings, as venom flowed through his blood, he was suddenly floating above the forest. It was like he was on the back of his ikran but the feeling was more intense. Unmistakably, his mind was no longer his own, Neteyam saw and felt through the banshee.

A rush of adrenaline burst through him, and Neteyam, for the first time in his life, was free, as he soared through the sky. He couldn’t express it, but he could feel it somewhere in his heart that this is what he was meant to be. One with Eywa.

As he flew over the trees, he spotted and neared closer to himself. His own Na’vi body stood small and fragile from the new point of view. But there was also somebody else standing next to him. A woman holding his hand. She was laughing, her voice vibrantly filled his ears with a pleasant sound. A long necklace wrapped around her neck and hung all the way down to her stomach, adorned with big beads, glistening under the sun, and blue feathers. Her hair was let down in soft waves, and her face… When Neteyam tried tracing her features, he realized he couldn’t. The image began to slip away from him, and he felt his body betray him once again…

Suddenly, his eyes flew open, the darkness of the cave enveloping him. His trembling body was arched, palms digging into the soil beneath him, sweat rolling down his face in big drops. Neteyam took a moment to regain his breath, heart pounding.

“It is finished,” Mo’at’s voice broke the silence, words echoing through the cave.

Neteyam winced slightly at the loudness and rubbed his eyes to regain his vision. He could feel the eyes of elderly on him, then the relief in his mother’s voice, as she rushed to his side. Her hands reached for his face, massaging his temples.

“Did you see your spirit animal?” Neytiri asked with a smile, her eyes brimming with curiosity.

Neteyam nodded weakly, a small smile of his own stretching across his lips. 

“I saw an ikran… I was the ikran!” he exclaimed, his laughter filling the cave.

Jake and Neytiri joined in his giddy laughter, the rest of the circle smiling in approval. Neytiri pulled her son into a tight embrace.

“We are very proud of you, son,” Jake said, crouching down next to them and patting Neteyam’s head, knowing exactly what he went through.

“Thank you,” Neteyam smiled, then as if he remembered another vision from his Dream Hunt, continued, “But I saw something else too!”

Mo’at approached him hastily, making a room for herself, as she splayed her fingers against Neteyam’s face. She peered into his amber eyes with curiosity, urging him to continue.

“I saw a woman,” he smiled, the memory returning to him, “She was holding my hand… well, the hand of my Na’vi body.”

Neytiri gasped softly, her eyes widening with shock. Mo’at’s expression remained stoic, though she gripped Neteyam’s shoulder. 

“Did you recognize her, child?” she questioned, concealing her surprise.

“No, I couldn’t see her face,” Neteyam shook his head with a slight disappointment, “She was a Na’vi woman. But I couldn’t see her clearly.” He looked to his father, seeking answers, but found only confusion there. 

Neytiri and Mo’at shared a knowing glance before rising to their feet. Neytiri brought her hands to her chest, anxiety etched onto her features. Jake registered it immediately, now alerted too by their reactions. 

“Is something wrong?” he whispered to her.

She looked back at him, confusion marring her expression. She wasn’t really sure what it meant, only knew that Eywa very rarely sent a vision during the uniltaron. Mo’at circled around Neteyam, the air thick with tension. He waited patiently, his eyes trained on his grandmother, though he was already a little worried by how long she waited to speak. She took a step back and motioned for him to stand up. He complied, his body still weak.    

“The Great Mother had blessed you with another vision, a peek into your destiny,” Mo’at’s tone was serious. 

Jake’s ears perked up, unsure if it should excite him or scare him. He looked around the cave, seeking for a similar reaction, but everyone except him and Neteyam seemed to have an idea of what it meant. 

“What does it mean, grandmother?” Neteyam asked carefully.

“It is time, Neteyam,” Mo’at spoke with a glimmer of pride in her eyes, “The Great Mother thinks you are ready to take a mate. Your journey begins now.”

Neytiri wrapped her arms around her son once more with a bittersweet smile. She seemed relieved by the explanation. Neteyam, like the perfect son, had passed every rite on his own. Now it was time for him to face the rest of his challenges with a woman by his side, someone he would love and cherish. He wouldn’t have to be alone anymore. Jake watched with the same confused expression on his face, ever so often glancing at Neytiri to try and understand how he should react.

“If you have already chosen a mate in secret from the clan, you must reveal it now, child,” Mo’at spoke again. 

“No, grandmother, I have not chosen,” Neteyam shook his head firmly, “I am not mated with anyone.”

“Very well,” Mo’at heaved a sigh, then tilted her head slightly, “Do you have anyone in mind for the role?” 

“No,” he shook his head again, this time slightly embarrassed by his own answer. It was the only thing he lacked so far, “I didn’t have time for that.”

The words brought a pang of guilt to his parents. They both lowered their ears immediately, feeling fully responsible for raising their son with such a weighty burden on his shoulders.

“Good. Then the search begins,” Mo’at announced, “You will hear the answer soon.”

Neteyam felt his heart sink. His mouth hung open, as he looked around the cave for support but the elderly only seemed content with the decision and began to disperse. He would hear the answer? Were they going to decide for him? Of course, arranging bonds was quite common and successful in his clan, especially within the line of Olo’eyktans. Their mates were chosen carefully, keeping in mind that the couples had to be strong enough to lead their people through thick and thin. But he was content with his life as of now, exploring the forests and working on his skills. Neteyam didn’t feel ready, despite his vision. He glanced at his father, who was now frowning and clearly holding himself back from speaking, biding his time until they were left alone to discuss the matter further.

“Neteyam, you should go to the celebration, your brother and sisters have been waiting for you this whole time," Neytiri spoke softly.

"But mother -" Neteyam tried to protest.

"No buts, boy," his father interjected, “You did well. Go celebrate."

“Fine,” Neteyam nodded, his voice falling to a whisper.

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It has been a few days since Neteyam passed his Dream Hunt, but he was already impatient for his grandmother’s decision. It could take her months to make it, yet he couldn’t help the anxiousness. Was he too late to choose a mate for himself? What made it worse was the conversations he overheard between his parents. He tiptoed around the corner of his family tent, his mind already racing with conflicting thoughts. He had gathered every argument and piled it into a high tower, ready to unravel it onto his parents, but as their voices grew louder, he couldn't help but eavesdrop.

"I can’t believe you’re going along with this, Neytiri," Jake's voice echoed, his tone growing more exasperated by the second. "He should have a choice in who he wants to spend his life with."

"He didn’t make a choice in time," Neytiri replied, her voice firm, "But the Great Mother has. A mate has already been chosen by Eywa.”

“And what if he doesn’t like this arrangement? You were in his place once,” Jake was upset. He had never expected Neytiri to agree with Mo’at’s decision.

“Ma’Jake,” Neytiri sighed, “Eywa makes no mistakes. Neteyam received a clear sign, it would be foolish to ignore it.”

Neteyam's heart skipped a beat at her words. His mother seemed determined that it was the right step to take, and deep down, he thought he agreed with her. He had to trust in the wisdom of Eywa. Yet, Neteyam was scared because of his own helplessness. 

“I don’t know…” Jake trailed off. 

It wasn't fair play, arguing with Tsahik’s decision, with Eywa’s signs. Jake may have lived on Pandora for over 20 years, having been reborn as a Na’vi, but he still felt like an outsider when it came to the traditions of the clan. He wasn’t going to enforce his opinions with his position as Toruk Makto and go against everyone. But he also didn’t want to see his son suffer.

Neteyam sighed before stepping into the tent and revealing himself. Both of his parents stiffened, having suspected that he overheard their conversation. He felt caught between two and he had no other choice but to put a stop to it.

“‘Itan,” Neytiri’s expression softened, sensing the uncertainty in his eyes. She walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder, “I know that you might feel confused but I believe that accepting Eywa’s sign will lead you to being a strong leader someday. Sometimes we have to make sacrifices, but ultimately the Great Mother looks after us. Our fate is already written.”

“Whatever your grandmother decides, you don’t have to go along with it, if you don’t want to, Neteyam,” Jake added with a strained voice, “Trust your heart.”

Neytiri nodded with a small sigh. She too was conflicted, torn between her trust and her love for her son. The vision during the Dream Hunt was a rare blessing, and Neytiri didn't want Neteyam to miss out on it.

“You have been destined for greatness, ‘itan,” her expression softened, “We will be with you every step of your journey.”

“Thank you,” Neteyam looked between his parents, “But I decided to accept the sign. And I want to make you proud,” he added, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jake and Neytiri exchanged a glance. Neteyam could feel the weight of his clan's expectations heavy on his shoulders, like he couldn’t refuse, no matter how much his parents expressed they would support him. Now, as he looked at their worried faces, he knew he had to put his own desires aside for the sake of his people. 

“Grandmother sent me over to get you. She has her answer,” Kiri’s voice trembled slightly as she delivered the news, interrupting their moment.

Her ears were flat against her skull, face etched with worry for the burden placed upon her brother. She could only hope that he would be happy and at peace with whatever will be decided.

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One man's joy is another man's sorrow. 

Becoming the future Olo’eyktan’s mate, getting accepted into his family, being his family, filling the hole left by the death of her parents. To be granted the ultimate praise and be chosen by Tsahik, be approved, be enough. After losing everything, it all seemed too good to be true to Y/N.

Her heart sunk deep in her chest, voice hitching in her throat before words of protest could even escape. How could she agree to being with Neteyam? Sure, he was handsome, skillful, he was respected and would be sweet to her. But he wasn’t Kaye, wasn’t the one she wanted. Not the one who promised to be hers. No. It was going to be Neteyam, the future Olo’eyktan. The guy who had grown up with the eyes of the whole clan on him. Who was performing all the time, concealed his true feelings. Someone whom she didn’t know well, whom she never saw that way. 

“Y/N, do you accept?” Mo’at asked, her voice louder this time.

Y/N’s thoughts raced faster at the gravity of the question. Mating with Neteyam would fulfill her duty to her people, a duty to carry on the traditions, an opportunity to belong, to be part of something bigger, greater. To finally feel useful, be able to give back to her clan. She glanced at Tsahik and could see the disapproval etched on the older woman’s features. 

Any girl would kill to be in her position. It felt like a slap to even consider rejecting Neteyam, Mo’at was convinced that her grandson was going to be everything and more. She had seen him in her visions since even before he was born. He had a strong heart, was destined to be a leader, guide his clan to a better future, make a happy one for himself too. 

The atmosphere was thick with anticipation, each breath Y/N took felt like a burden on her chest. Jake and Neytiri, who stood nearby, waited patiently, hoping for the answer they wanted to hear but also expecting the one they feared. It was hard to tell apart which was which. Y/N stole another glance at Neteyam, whom she had greeted only a few minutes ago, just before his grandmother revealed her vision of Y/N being mated with him. He looked guilty, chewing on his bottom lip, muscles tense, as he desperately seeked for a reaction from her, anything. He felt the guilt eating away at him, he wasn’t blind, Neteyam had seen they way she was around Kaye. He just couldn’t understand why they had never announced it to the clan. Maybe things wouldn’t be so difficult now… 

“I-I,” she stuttered, “I don’t know what to say, it is a great honor but…”

“But you deny?” Mo’at raised her eyebrows in disbelief, completely baffled with her answer.

“No - yes,” Y/N stammered, shaking her head, “I am only saying that there are many women in the clan who are worthy of becoming the mate of the future Olo’eyktan. Women better than me, who would know how to lead a clan.”

Mo’at pursed her lips together, clearly dissatisfied. Y/N wanted to scream, to run away, to hide from the responsibility that was thrust upon her so unexpectedly. Neteyam's eyes bore into hers, pleading silently for a chance. But she didn't know him, not really. How could she possibly agree to mate with someone her heart didn’t long for? Neytiri shifted uncomfortably, nudging Jake to do something, anything to ease the situation. He sighed, stepping forward to Y/N.

“I know it can be hard to let people take care of you, kid, but sometimes it is okay to let yourself just be,” he placed a hand over her shoulder, his features etched with sincerity, “Your parents were great people. I thought very highly of them, I truly mean it.”

“I know, Olo’eyktan, they respected you too,” Y/N nodded weakly. 

Ever since their passing, Y/N could feel Jake’s protective gaze on her. He had been looking out for her for years now, making sure that people in the clan treated her well. It was him who had asked Mo’at to take Y/N as a student because he saw the potential in her to help others. But now, it was time for him to be taking all that back, and the realization made her heart clench painfully.

“I’ve never told you this but before your mother passed away, I was there with her,” he paused for a moment, “She asked me to take care of you, to make sure you had a place in the clan. And I know of no better way to fulfill that wish than this.”

As he spoke, Y/N's felt like shrinking under the weight of his arm still resting on her shoulder. She couldn’t tell him that her heart belonged to someone else, someone she could never have because she had nothing to offer. Nothing to give, nothing to make his family think she was worthy of him.

“The sign of Eywa was clear,” Neytiri chimed in, drawing attention back to her, “Neteyam had a vision during his Dream Hunt. He saw his mate.”

“But that’s… that never happens during Dream Hunts!” Y/N seemed baffled too.

She looked at Neteyam, hoping for a further explanation, but he seemed to be lost in his own thoughts. Shame and pressure showed on his face, as if the argument made by his mother put him into an even deeper pit of despair. 

“It happens rarely,” Neytiri continued, then smiled softly, as if catching up on with her own thoughts, “Very rarely, Eywa sends these signs to exceptional Na’vi. It must be her way of saying that it is time to let somebody else help him on the rest of his journey.”

Useful. It was the precise word Y/N used, whenever she asked for Tsahik’s help during the lessons. When her eyes would go red from the amount of tears she shed when she felt unwanted. When she hid herself from the man she loved because his parents would never accept her. Y/N had always been a hard worker, eager to prove herself in the clan, but no matter how much she did, it never felt enough.

Neteyam watched her with fear and desperation. Now the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to make things work. The pressure of being the perfect son, the future leader, was a weight that he needed to share with someone strong.

Then they saw it. A single atokirina’, a sacred seed that had last appeared to Y/N on the day her parents were killed, floated around her, casting a soft glow over her features. For a moment, nobody spoke, watching the seed with adoring smiles. Y/N's expression softened too, feeling as if the Great Mother herself had blessed her. Eywa had spoken.

“It seems like Eywa tries hard to convince you, my child,” Mo’at's words were soothing, her voice softening as she spoke with adoration for her world.

"To be chosen by Eywa is a wondrous thing,” Neytiri added with a grin.

Y/N’s gaze met Neteyam's, his eyes searching for any sign of what she was thinking. Did he feel the same pressure as her? Did he want this, or was he as trapped as she was?

“Is this really how it works?” Y/N asked, her voice barely more than a whisper.

“Eywa speaks to us in many ways, my child,” Mo’at nodded.

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hello! i wanted to share some of my favorite fics to make sure everyone else is aware of these amazing fics and even more amazing writers. go send them some love!

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Smut

Stucky

share your blessings // @kinanabinks (mafia!stucky)

summary: Bucky's always known that you're his  biggest blessing. A God-sent angel from above. Who's he to keep you all to himself? warnings: Mob!Bucky x Reader established relationship, Mob!Steve x Reader, smut (buck gets cucked, daddy kink, degradation kink, oral sex, penetrative sex, voyeurism, overstimulation, creampie, objectification, fingering, spitting, blowjob, face fucking), slight angst, aftercare and fluff.

three's company by @sunshinebuckybarnes (avenger!stucky)

word count: 2.6k summary: you've been sleeping with them both in secret but once that secret’s out they present you an offer you can't refuse. warnings: pet names (sweetheart, doll), smut; fingering, double penetration. Fluff and feels.

Ari Levinson

always keep my heart safe // @witchywithwhiskey (ceo!ari)

word count: 10.7k summary: you're ari levinson's "maid" and you're harboring a crush on your employer, which leads you to act foolish when you're alone with him on a long flight on his private plane. warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), established relationship, established consent/safe words, employer/employee relationship with feelings, pre-discussed arrangement, free use, size kink (very brief moment of pain from it), smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, cockwarming, daddy kink, praise kink, light degradation, tiny bit of overstimulation, check-ins, discussion of relationship & feelings, romantic confessions, possessiveness, dirty talk, pet names (sugar), aftercare

halloween princess // @evansbby (sugardaddy!ari)

word count: 3.8k summary: Your sugar daddy decides to dress you up in a costume of his choice for Halloween. warnings: sugar daddy Ari, age gap, smutt, daddy!kink, ab riding, dirty talk.

praising you // @angrythingstarlight (lumberjack!ari)

summary: Ari loves to praise you, anytime, anywhere. warnings: praise kink, smut

Bucky Barnes

body workshop // @1800jjbarnes (mafia!bucky)

word count: 1.6k summary: Overhearing for so-called friends make fun of your "failures" in life made your loving mobboss boyfriend very unhappy. No one makes his Doll cry. warnings: Shitty Friends. Mention about putting on weight (which is normal). Mention of a standard. Dark thoughts. Reader hates herself. (I love you all so much.) James wants to lowkey kill your friends. Pet names. Swearing. Crying. Kisses. Hickeys. Little bit of man handling. Fingering.

new tricks by @sebstanwhore (virgin!bucky)

word count: 9.5k summary: After your brother has to cancel movie night, you’re ready to resign yourself to an uneventful evening back at your dorm, alone and dejected. But what you didn’t count on, is your brother’s best friend and roommate, bursting through the door and asking you to stay; to spend the night with him, instead What unfolds, however, while you spend time with the star football player, both shocks and astounds you — one confession in particular.  Bucky Barnes, the Prince Charming of campus, the man you have been crushing on for an eternity, is a virgin. warnings: first kisses, fluff, smut, grinding, making out, big brother!steve, college!bucky, shy bby bucky, mutual pining, swearing, pet names, huge ton of reassurances, lots of praise, big hints of subby bucky

for the first time // @jobean12-blog (shy!bucky)

word count: 1k summary: It's been a long time for Bucky and his feelings for you are overwhelming in every way so when it comes to your first time...he's so soft. warnings: cursing, softness, fluff, fingering, oral sex (m rec), smut

are you bored yet? // @pellucid-constellations (frat!bucky)

word count: 8k summary: God, you hated Bucky. Bucky probably hated you, too. Maybe. It was hard to tell when he was drunk and calling you pretty at a party you shouldn't have gone to. warnings: Alcohol, annoyance to lovers, a bit of angst, a scary man in a parking lot, frat!bucky

buttoned up // @disturbedbydesign (professor!bucky)

word count: 5.8K summary: Even though you were one of the top students in his class, Professor Barnes had always been cold to you. You had tolerated his indifference all semester, but when his end-of-term dinner party invites went out and you weren't on the list, you decided it was the last straw—it was time to confront him about it and find out what the hell his problem was. The answer would surprise you. warnings: Smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up, kids). 18+ only, no minors.

Steve Rogers

ever since i met you // @witchywithwhiskey (bestfriend!steve)

word count: 5k summary: your best friend takes you out for a valentine's day friend date that ends with the two of you cuddling in a hotel room—and discovering you've both been hiding feelings since the day you met. warnings: smut with lots of fluff, dry humping, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming, dirty talk, praise kink, pet names (sunshine, baby), valentine's day smut/fluff, friends to lovers, love confessions

Dark

Steve Rogers

paved with good intentions // @navybrat817 (avenger!steve)

word count: 2.8k summary: When Steve Rogers sees you get close to his best friend, he takes matters into his own hands. If he can’t be your hero, he’ll be your villain. warnings: Rape/Non-Con Elements (do NOT read if this upsets you!), obsession, jealousy, hurt/comfort, Steve is not a good man in this fic.

Angst

Stucky

one more meeting // @myfictionaldreams (mafia!stucky)

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she's not mad // @subwaysurf45 (college!bucky)

Words: 9k Summary: Bucky Barnes was a known people pleaser, it was second nature to him. After meeting you and getting close you both try to navigate his eternal stressed state, working together you try your best to tone down his obsessive ways.  Warnings: Bucky has mommy issues, mentions of oral sex, nudity, angst, fluff, college!bucky, slow burn

Fluff

Bucky Barnes

wallpaper // @cosmicbucky (bestfriend!bucky)

word count: 1k summary: bucky finds out how to change the wallpaper on your phone, and takes every opportunity he can to do so. until one day he doesn't have the heart to warnings: fluff, nonspecific friends to lovers

mafia!bucky drabble // @angrythingstarlight (mafia!bucky bumblebee series)

summary: Bucky loves spending time with his daughter.

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my god 😫 i enjoyed this way too much!

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓 || 𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍

⇢ 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 - 18+/smut || Minors DNI || fem!reader

⇢ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 - 4.1k (I got a bit carried away with this one)

⇢ 𝐀/𝐍 - Haven't been able to get this smug lil man out of my head since the finale. I thought I was going to be a Harwin girl all the way, yet here I am writing for Aemond first. Absolutely used Alys Rivers as inspiration while writing this - I adore her.

Huge shout out to my incredible beta reader @larys-strong, thank you for putting up with my antics and my asoiaf/hotd obsession. That being said I haven't written in a while (especially smut), so please be kind with my takes. Any feedback is very much appreciated! εïз

𝐀 = 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱)

 ღ┆ Aemond doesn’t have the most dutiful bedside manner when you first start sleeping together. He’s not used to having someone else to care for - typically only concerned about his own pleasure. But as he begins to realize just how much he cares for you that will all change. 

ღ┆ Placing soft kisses over any bruises he’s inflicted - silently apologizing for any lingering pain he’s caused. Rare moments of tenderness from a man with a reserved, serious demeanor.

ღ┆ Finding solace in your embrace - he won’t care to admit it out loud but his favorite moments are those spent held in your arms. Head resting comfortably on your chest while you run your fingers through his long hair - soothing away his worries.

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𝐁 = 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 (𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫’𝐬)

ღ┆ Aemond’s quite aware of his good looks, even with his scarred face. Body lean and muscled after years of sword training - a fine tuned instrument for battle. He’s quite fond of his hands, loving how deft and nimble they are while wielding his dagger. Or when buried deep between your legs working at your center.

ღ┆ Your body is like a sacred temple to him - one he savors exploring over and over. Discovering every single piece you have to offer and committing each part to memory. He’s particularly fond of your breasts. How full they look pressed in your tight dresses, spilling out with each breath taken. How they feel when he has you in his hands, soft and supple. The sounds you make when he takes one in his mouth, flicking the raised nub with his tongue.

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𝐂 = 𝐂𝐮𝐦 (𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐮𝐦, 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲)

ღ┆ Loves marking you with his cum. How it looks pooling on your stomach, dripping down your thighs, shooting onto your face - his possessive nature is to thank for that. Loves seeing you eager and wanting for him, it triggers something primal deep within him. 

ღ┆ At first he will fight against every instinct he has to keep from finishing in you. The burdens of his royal blood are a constant reminder of his responsibilities and expectations. A bastard child is not something he’d particularly wish to bring into the world. It will take some reassurance but he’ll eventually see that you’re committed to him and willing to take that risk - moon tea is only one call away after all.

ღ┆ Without question he’s going to work at you until you’re fully dripping. He gets such satisfaction from knowing he’s the one causing your pleasure. Teasing you if you get worked up too quickly, secretly loving how turned on you get from him.

ღ┆ “Someone was eager for me tonight, hmm?”

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𝐃 = 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 (𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬)

ღ┆ He might secretly deny it but he enjoys being dominated by you. Relinquishing any sort of control that was once his while you have your way with him. Vocalizing what you’re planning on doing to him - how you’re going to treat him and have your way with him. He’s never quite as spent as he is on the nights you take the lead.

ღ┆ Fantasizes about taking you in the dragon pit. It’s a place of power to him and he loves the thought of pleasuring you up against one of the tall stone pillars - torches casting light over your bodies as they flicker. The danger involved only adding to the sense of urgency felt by the both of you.

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𝐄 = 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲? 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠?)

ღ┆ Experienced enough to know what he’s doing, but he’s had a relatively few number of previous partners - and even fewer true romantic relationships. He’s usually more content with getting himself off and not having to worry about needless chatting or feelings that tend to surface with relationships. He desires someone more independent - not wanting to be bothered with fickle women who are only interested in him for his royal blood.

ღ┆ That being said he would be incredibly turned on if you took control in the bedroom. The idea of being with someone who has more experience than him excites him. Someone who’s not afraid to take charge and knows exactly what it is she wants from him. He’d be happy to let you take the reins every once in a while.

ღ┆ "You always fuck me so good. You ought to be proud to be my girl."

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𝐅 = 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠)

ღ┆ Cowgirl - Nothing is sexier to him than getting to watch you ride him and chase your own pleasure on his cock. Your thighs would fill his hands as he held onto you, occasionally running up your front to grab your breasts while you rode him. He’d shift his grip to your hips when he got close, not being able to help himself from thrusting up into you while pulling you down to meet him.

ღ┆ Doggy-style - When he’s feeling more dominant he’ll prefer this. Getting a front row view of your ass while he pounds into you from behind - his hand snaking around your front to play with your clit as he works. In a rush he’d take you over a dresser or table, your skirts hastily hiked up around your waist - allowing him immediate access. 

ღ┆ Blow Job - Plain and simple - Aemond loves getting his dick sucked by you. The expert way your hand works at him before bringing yourself to your knees in front of him. Giving small, teasing licks to the tip while you look up at him from beneath your lashes. Tease him like that long enough and he may just lose restraint and take matters into his own hands. Hand knotting in your hair as he fucks your eager mouth.

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𝐆 = 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐲 (𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭? 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬? 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

ღ┆ Quite serious for the most part - Aemond is an intense lover. Making love to you is something he takes very seriously. He’s a very passionate man and when he gets time alone with you he wants to express that to you. He can be a bit teasing at times if the situation permits it, but he’s always 100% focused on the task at hand. 

ღ┆ If you’re feeling a bit playful he might indulge you, especially if alcohol was had beforehand. But afterwards you can usually get him to loosen up and let his guard down. He’ll recount the humorous things that happened earlier in the day - complaining about the lords and ladies of the court. 

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𝐇 = 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲? 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐬? 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

ღ┆ He’s Targaryen royalty, he’s going to be well groomed and cleanly. He has a fine trail of hair on his otherwise smooth abdomen leading down to his crotch. Nothing too wild, he keeps himself neatly groomed.

ღ┆ In the midst of your passions you often find yourself reaching up to undo the tie in his hair - fingers running through his long strands holding him to you, your hand knotted securely at the back of his head. His long blond hair tickling you as it drapes over your neck and chest.

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𝐈 = 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭? 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭)

ღ┆ Getting Aemond to vocalize his feelings for you can be difficult at first - but that’s not to say that he isn’t interested. As you learn more about each other you’ll find that what first started out as physical attraction has shifted into something more. What was once an outlet for lustful passion now a deep connection that both of you have come to seek comfort in.

ღ┆ His love towards you is shown in the light kisses he places over your face and neck. When he’s especially worked up words will evade him and his love will be expressed in soft grunts and pants in your ear. Praising your body with his hands as they roam and seek to map every square inch of you.

ღ┆ One of the more intimate things you’ve had transpire is the removal of his eyepatch when you’re together - a vulnerability he allows with you after some time together. There’s a gentle tenderness shared between the both of you the first time you reach up and unlace the cover. His brief hesitation before submitting to your touch a reminder of the pain he still holds - though the wound has long since healed.

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𝐉 = 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟𝐟 (𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧)

ღ┆ After first meeting you he found his thoughts drifting ever more often to those of you - unable to keep his thoughts away from those of you and your body. Cursing his imagination for sabotaging his usual composure.

ღ┆ Eventually those thoughts started creeping in while he took care of his needs. The feel of your sweet lips on his, the swell of your breasts filling his hands as he holds you, the sounds you’d make as he grazed your wet center.

ღ┆Loves thinking about your hand easing between your legs working on yourself while thoughts of him flood your mind. How slick and wet your hand would feel as you writhe beneath your own touch. On occasion he’ll ask you to touch yourself while he watches - his intense gaze finding yours for a moment of shared passion.

ღ┆ "You drive me so crazy when you're like this, so needy."

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𝐊 = 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤 (𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬)

ღ┆ Praise kink - An obvious one - after a lifetime of being put down even the smallest amount of praise will have this man eating out of the palm of your hand. Tell him how good he feels inside you - how big he is and how well he fucks you. Encouraging words like this will leave him weak, and he’ll finish relatively quickly if you’re not careful.

ღ┆ Edging - Be prepared for what he has in store. Knowing you desire him and want him is the biggest turn on for Aemond. The sweet sound of your voice begging for him while he repeatedly denies you release. He’s going to be sure to work you until you’re completely spent - only allowing you to finish once he’s had his fill of your pleading.

ღ┆ Size Kink - Not so much a kink he has, but rather one he looks for in a partner. Something about hearing you express how full you make him feel, how large he is, drives him mad. Vocalizing how he makes you feel also plays into that aforementioned praise kink.

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𝐋 = 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨)

ღ┆ Nothing beats the intimacy of his chambers. Bending you over a table, a lazy fuck on the couch, the possibilities are endless. 

ღ┆ He’s known to take you wherever you happen to be when the moment arises. In a secluded corridor that someone (hopefully) won’t walk down. Hastily lifting your skirts and taking you right there in the hall. Or in the training grounds when everyone else has gone inside for the evening and you search him out. Dirt soiling your dress as he lays you down, your attempts at moving to a more private area thwarted.

ღ┆ Once your relationship is more serious he’ll take you for rides on Vhagar. Landing the two of you in some secluded oasis, perfect for a day spent in your embrace.

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𝐌 = 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐧, 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠)

ღ┆ Praise! Be vocal about what he’s making you feel. Tell him how good he is at fucking you - he is never going to get tired of it. There is little he isn’t willing to do if you’re begging him for it. Perhaps it’s something as simple as him being full of himself or more likely, it plays on his need to be wanted by someone - to be accepted for who he is.

ღ┆ Just seeing your figure throughout the day, knowing you’ll be crawling into his bed at night. Your loud moans echoing off the walls as he takes you - hands grasping at his shoulders pulling him to you. And if you decide to get on top and take things into your own hands? He’ll be praying he doesn’t finish too quick with all you have in store for him.

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𝐍 = 𝐍𝐨 (𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐝𝐨, 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐬)

ღ┆ Degradation - Doesn’t do well with being degraded or harshly teased. A lifetime of jokes at his expense has taken its toll on him and he tends to shut down if it’s severe enough. However, he’d be open to degrading you if that’s something you’re into or comfortable with.

ღ┆ Threesome/Orgies - Aemond wouldn’t be comfortable sharing you with others - at least not when he isn’t the one pleasuring you. The thought of someone else having the privilege to give you pleasure wouldn’t sit well with him. He would need you to be his completely.

ღ┆ Overall he would be willing to try anything at least once if you expressed an interest in it. Anything that has the possibility of bringing you more pleasure is something he’s open to trying.

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𝐎 = 𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

ღ┆ Aemond’s a bit greedy and any occasion you offer your mouth to him he will graciously accept. Enjoying the power he feels when you are on your knees before him - worshiping him in a moment of silent devotion.

ღ┆ Slick with precum before you’ve even put your mouth to him, stroking him with skilled hands that know how to work him just the way he likes. His hands knotting in your hair when he’s close - holding you in place as he finishes with stuttered thrusts into your mouth. At times he’ll pull out to finish himself on your face, eyes watching his seed roll down over you.

ღ┆ Though he typically prefers to receive that’s not to say he wouldn’t return the favor for you as well. He’s not one to forget debts owed so be prepared for him to deliver in full. Mouth planting light kisses down your chest and stomach as he works his way down your body. His face finding your center - tongue working at your swollen nub with a steady, constant pressure that leaves you pressing into him, begging him for more.

ღ┆ "Hmmm, you taste so good on my tongue. And all this just for me?"

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𝐏 = 𝐏𝐚𝐜𝐞 (𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡? 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥? 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

ღ┆ If he had a stressful day be prepared for fast and rough - using your body to relieve the tension that’s built up. He’d make his way to your room in search of respite - finding safe harbor in your body for the evening. Nights like these almost always end with you both going multiple rounds, unable to help yourselves or keep your hands from one another.

ღ┆ When less urgency is demanded your sessions can be long and drawn out - each of you taking your time in exploring the other. Slow and sensual kisses. Hands gliding over each other languidly in long, drawn out grazes that have you aching for more. Aemond’s slow, deep thrusts draw out your pleasure and leave you clinging to him, holding him as close as your bodies will allow.

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𝐐 = 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞 (𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

ღ┆ Often. The two of you are insatiable. Anytime you’re able to find a few fleeting moments alone your hands are instinctively reaching out for each other. Fingers lazily hooking together as you hurry through the halls in search of a hidden alcove. Sultry glances passing between the both of you, anticipating what’s to come. Hastily unhooking buttons, carelessly throwing pieces of clothing down in your wake.

ღ┆ Aemond has no regard for privacy. The thought of someone catching you two in the throes of passion is both a turn on and an encouragement. He wants others to know you’re his and what better way than by fucking you into the wall in hopes someone catches a glimpse. Your hand clamped over your mouth, stifling the moans that threaten to spill from your lips.

ღ┆ “Hush now, don’t want to give away our nice little spot do we?”

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𝐑 = 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐤 (𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭? 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐬? 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

ღ┆ Aemond the Kinslayer, rider of Vhagar, a risk taker? Risk taking is all this man knows. If there’s something you’d like to try he’s willing to give it a go. Experimentation and risk taking go hand in hand for him. If you have any kinks that you want to try out he’s all for it - anything that has a possibility of bringing you more pleasure is worthwhile for him.

ღ┆ Aemond’s not one for modesty - he enjoys showing off his possessions and by association includes you. He’s particularly fond of having his way with you in compromising positions, secretly hoping that someone finds you in the thralls of passion. Atop a balcony overlooking King’s Landing, behind a long forgotten tapestry - all are fair game with him.

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𝐒 = 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫? 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨 ����𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭?)

ღ┆ Man has stamina for days. After years of training with a sword his endurance would be unparalleled. Blood of the dragon flows through his veins - there is a fire in him that’s ignited when he’s with you. One that burns only hotter with each moment you spend entwined.

ღ┆ After a particularly testing day he’d take you swiftly and be relentless in his strokes. Your legs shaking from exertion, bodies tangled together in the aftermath of your passions. Never pausing for too long before crawling back to indulge himself in you once again.

ღ┆ He finishes embarrassingly quick when your mouth is on him. After so long together you know how to work him in just the right way.

ღ┆ "It's going to be a short night if you keep that up. Gods."

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𝐓 = 𝐓𝐨𝐲𝐬 (𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐲𝐬? 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦? 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬?)

ღ┆ Depending on what toys exist in the world of Westeros, Aemond would be game to using them. Once your relationship blossoms into something more than just physical attraction the idea of using toys would become a bit more intriguing to him.

ღ┆ Using restraints to tie your hands back as he as he teases you - denying you the release you so desperately crave. Hands involuntarily grasping at the air in search of some sort of footing as he works you. He loves having control of you in this position - blissed out and begging for any kind of salvation from his teasing.

ღ┆ A silky blindfold tied around your eyes, leaving you entirely at his mercy. The deprivation of your sight enhances your other senses and causes even the lightest of touches to feel as if flames are left on your skin in their wake. At times he’ll take it even further, using hot wax to make those feelings of flames ever closer to reality.

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𝐔 = 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞)

ღ┆ In public he’d whisper little jokes knowing that only you could hear him. Always finding the perfect insult to hurl at some unknowing recipient. Hoping to find something that would work in catching you off guard and crack your resolve in front of others.

ღ┆ But oh come ON, you just know he would be absolutely brutal with his teasing behind closed doors. We all know this man loves to instigate and in the bedroom he'd be no different. Quite possibly worse.

ღ┆ Relentless with his little quips, saying just about anything to see you flustered and blushing. Pushing you to your limit over and over to see you beg him for sweet release, not even minding how needy you sound. Working himself up while edging you over and over until you can't think straight you're so pent up. 

ღ┆ "Tell me what it is you want. I want to hear you beg for it. I want you to beg for me."

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𝐕 = 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐞 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)

ღ┆ He’s usually pretty quiet and controlled, able to maintain his composure through most of your time together. As he gets closer and his resolve weakens he would start to let a few moans slip. Groaning into your ear as he finishes - your name a silent prayer released from his lips.

ღ┆ When you’re on top he’ll be at his most vocal - expressing his adoration for you while you’re in full view of him. If you work him especially well you can elicit more of those delicious sounds from his lips. His usual composed composition gone as you use his body to chase your own high.

ღ┆ Prefers to hear you and the gasps and sighs of pleasure that fall from your lips. Enjoys having you beg for him - drawing out those sweet words of desire from your lips. They give him the reassurance he seeks that you’re his and his alone. He’s a simple man, he needs to be needed and he wants others to know he’s the source of your pleasure.

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𝐖 = 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝 (𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫)

ღ┆ You first catch Aemond’s eye while he is praticing on the training grounds. Silently watching from the sidelines as he hones his skills with the sword. His usual focus shattered as his thoughts were drawn back to your mysterious figure.

ღ┆ Not one known for excessive gift giving, Aemond will surprise you one evening with a blue sapphire necklace that mirrors his own. He’ll expect you to wear it with pride - a symbol of his devotion to you. What he won’t expect however, is to find you waiting for him one night dressed only in that very symbol of devotion.

ღ┆ When Aemond grows restless to flee his mundane duties of castle life he’ll ask you to join him in search of a short moment of respite. Together on Vhagar’s back you’ll fly over Westeros - getting a rare view of the country that only few have ever glimpsed with their own eyes.

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𝐗 = 𝐗-𝐫𝐚𝐲 (𝐥𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬)

ღ┆ It’s big. He has the presence of a man who is packing heat. Someone as bold and cocky as he is needs to have the proof to back it up. Perhaps more importantly is the fact that he knows how to use what he has. 

ღ┆ Wants to hear you say how big he is, how full he makes you feel when he’s inside you, how good he fucks you. Again, he wants all the possible praise you can give him and more.

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𝐘 = 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞?)

ღ┆ Aemond knows you have responsibilities as does he, but he can’t help his mind from wandering throughout the more dull parts of his day. Wishing he were back in his chambers alone with you to do as he pleased. Thoughts of how he’d fuck you filling his head. If duty keeps you away from each other he’s ready the moment he gets you alone. He’s never going to say no if you’re willing.

ღ┆ If you’re ever traveling or away from him for extended periods of time he expects you to pleasure yourself while thinking of him - a thought that he uses as fuel for himself in return. The thought of you quietly pleasuring yourself with his name on your lips has him straining in his pants.

ღ┆ “Promise me you’ll remember who brought you this pleasure. Whose hands held you while you shook and how good it felt to be fucked by me.”

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𝐙 = 𝐙𝐳𝐳 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬)

ღ┆ Depends on the events of the day honestly. After a long day seeing to his duties he’s more prone to falling asleep shortly after - his body truly spent from physical exertion with you. He’d do everything in his power to fight against sleep that threatened to take him. To have one moment more gazing into your eyes, feel your sweet, soft comforting caresses graze his cheek while your fingers run through his long hair.

ღ┆ On the rare occasion you find yourselves with more time to relax, you’d enjoy each other's company further. This is when Aemond is at his most vulnerable in front of you. These fleeting moments before sleep takes him and you’re free to inquire about his past or any troubles he might have. He’ll divulge anything you ask of him during this time - intimate questions regarding his past and childhood or your curiosities of dragons.

ღ┆ “Want to hear how a boy of only ten was able to claim the eldest remaining dragon do you?”

[bloodibambiidoll]

Thank you for tagging me in the OBX fic recs post my babies @starkeysprincess @drudyslut @starkeyisthelastname @oceandriveab all of these writers are amazing and I love all their works but here’s some favs ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Unholy Contradiction by my love @babygorewhore

Plug!Jj by @sleepyjuice

Consequences by @drudyslut

So Fawn Of You by @bimbotrashcan

Pornstar!Rafe AU (my man) by @starkeyisthelastname

Friends With Benefits by @starkeysprincess

Cam Girl by @nadvs

Lines On You by @oceandriveab

Milkshake by @rafescurtainbangz

Blue Collar!Rafe by @bunnyrafe

Shy Bestfriend Perv!Jj by @moremaybank

[ghuleh-recs]

@st-danger is your favorite ghoul writer's favorite ghoul writer and it was their birthday yesterday! I've compiled a list of some of my favorite Saint fics to celebrate. Beyond being an incredible writer, Saint is such a wonderfully supportive member of the fandom here. They always leave a kind word (or sexy addition lbr) in the tags. You know that meme that's like 'I sure hope this doesn't awaken something in me?' That's how I experience most of their fics. So thank you Saint for sharing your writing with us. I don't know that the fandom needed more reasons to be horny but here we are. Go leave Saint some comments and hit up their ko-fi for some birthday appreciation!

recs under the super cute divider from @forlorn-crows

Terrors of the Night - dewdrop/dewdrop - E, 13.5k

“Hi,” he says, to himself. Dew is not by nature a timid or shy thing. He has always been a healthy mix of piss and vinegar. Acerbic wit and energy, and thoughtful tenderness in the right circumstances. A sharp tongue but a gentle touch. Fearful or nervous are not descriptors to be used, nothing he’s ever been accused of…and yet, Dew goes cold and his hand tightens around the fistful of blanket as he pulls it closer to himself. An uncharacteristic movement performed by a hand not under his control. Dewdrop smiles at him, with light eyes and lighter hair, looking exactly how he used to. Or, The past comes back to haunt.

Copia, seeing the ghouls' faces - Copia & Everyone - G, <1k

He once heard Terzo describe looking at Omega's true face as "confusing". He never asked any follow up questions to clarify that statement, but he's always wondered if confusing meant strange to look at, or strange to look at because his human brain couldn't figure out exactly what it was looking at, in an Eldritch horror kind of way. If hellspawn are naturally just beyond what mortal minds can know. "Are you sure?" Copia asks, though his hands are already reaching towards Aether's face. "You want me to see you?" "We want you to know us," Aether replies simply, and carefully, so carefully, Copia slides off Aether's mask, like the metal might turn out to be sugar and splinter and break if he isn't gentle.

Steadfast Love, Not Sacrifice - Aether/Copia/Dewdrop - E, 11k

It’s a bit like a shark smelling blood, he thinks as they follow close behind. It's natural they were going to want to taste it, too. “Well,” Copia says, “some of us need our beauty sleep.” He hesitates, and then proceeds to look nervously between the two of them and continue, “I meant me, of course. You two are already very, erm. I should go to bed.” It’s such a flimsy excuse. The elevator reaches the third floor before any of them speak again. Aether clears his throat. “You don’t want to though.” Copia looks very called out, but can’t do much more than stare, before realizing the two ghouls beside him are waiting for an actual answer of some kind. The elevator beeps as it passes the fourth floor. “No,” Copia says slowly, and Aether’s stomach does a little swoop. “I don’t.” Or, Sometimes the reward is worth the risk.

[REC] - Dewdrop/Swiss - E, 1.8k

“Have you thought about Aether watching you like this before?” “Not before you mentioned taking photos.” Swiss stands and Dew watches through narrowed eyes as he spreads Dew’s legs to stand between them, and reaches down to unclip the garter from his left leg. He strokes along the top of the lace teasingly and then begins to work it down Dew’s thigh, pushing his leg up to roll it down and off his calf, his toes. “Let me blindfold you,” he says by way of explanation. (don't miss the sequel 1080P !)

Self Control Takes The City - Terzo/Omega - E, 5.6k

Omega can be endlessly patient. He has existed, in some form, for an unfathomable length of time. Above Ground, years upon years. In the Pit- well, there’s no way to say. No way to measure. But he has been for a very, very long time. He knows good things come to those who wait. Alas, patience is a virtue. Hellspawn such as himself surely couldn’t be found to be practicing that very often. There is, of course, a workaround; practicing said virtue during unvirtuous situations. For unvirtuous reasons. As the saying goes, the devil’s in the details. Or, Omega gives until it hurts.

Hybrid Slinky - Dewdrop/Swiss - E, 2.8k

“It got deep,” Rain says, voice quiet and a little husky, and he brings Dew’s hand higher, closer to his mouth. “Let me clean you up?” Dew’s mind goes blank for a moment, before catching up to what Rain’s suggesting, and he feels a frisson of excitement zig-zag its way down his spine. “Yeah,” he grins. “Go ahead and make Papa proud.” _ Dewdrop cuts his finger, Rain and Aether kiss it better, as you do.

Worship, Bow Down - Dewdrop/Sister Imperator - E, 3.4k

“All work and no play’s turned you cruel,” Dew laments, and rises. Places his palms on the heavy desk and leans in, shower-damp hair in a curtain over his shoulders. “Could sweeten you back up. If you wanted.” Imperator takes a quick breath in. “Office hours are over,” she says. “Lock the door.” “Did that on the way in.” He has the cheek to wink. He trails his fingers over the wood as he walks around to her, loving the way her eyes follow him, up until he stands behind her, rests those elegant hands on her shoulders and gives them a little squeeze. “Feeling tingly yet?” Or, the road is fun, but coming home is, too.

Quintessence Control - Aether/Aeon/Dewdrop - E, 1.1k

"Didn't you say you wanted to show me a little something?" Aeon wiggles his fingers and Dew goes still. Against his neck, Aether places a wet, sucking kiss. "Okay?" he whispers against Dew's skin, fingertips stroking over his temple, down the side of his face. "Cool if we play?" Dew chokes out a yes, and Aether takes a slow, deep breath and bleeds magick into him, tangling himself between every neuron in his brain. (You should also read this one actually)

Stoned Edging - Aeon/Swiss - E, 1.4k

"Unholy shit," Aeon breathes, sounding delighted and fucked-out, trying to steady the rise and fall of his chest. "How many are we at now?" Swiss doesn't know. Too many times, and they're both far too high to remember the count. Their little game of how bad they can make it for each other relies on two things: one, the shared love of an exquisite, particular sort of misery, and two, how much of Mountain's greenhouse stash they can get away with pilfering. It's something the others don't have the patience for. Not the way they do, at least. They're over the top with it. Unnecessary. It's delicious.

Run Rabbit Run - Rain/Swiss - E, 17.5k

“I want you to show me just how important he is,” Swiss says and Rain doesn’t understand, dazed with the slow slide and massage of lips against his while he speaks. His brain is fogged up, useless. “Will you do that for me, sweetheart?” “How?” The hands on his face remain, though Swiss once again leans away in order to look at him properly, wearing that serene smile that says he knows more than Rain ever will. Or, The hunter strikes it rich.

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Did I forget your favorite? You've got a standing invitation from me to add your own rec and reblog ♡

[bethanyactually]

Feels Just Like A Beat Up Truck // The Sign Up Ahead // (But the Engine Doesn’t Turn) // ibid. // ibid. // I Turn the Engine // ibid. // Listened Through the Cemetery Trees // ibid. // “oh god I had a really big epiphany about love and personhood but I’m too drunk for words”, mixed media on paper by tumblr user billypotts // Listened Through the Cemetery Trees // all fic from the One Headlight series by @pressdbtwnpages

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Kelsey!!! 💛💜 (1/2)

[soobnny]

oh perhaps it was fate that i woke up to this 🥹

happy place ‧₊˚✩彡 han jisung

⤿ han jisung x gender neutral reader.

⤿ tags... fluff, drabble.

⤿ based on a scene from a malaysian movie called imaginur.

⤿ 490 words

⤿ disclaimer — © 2023 hyunverse on tumblr. all rights reserved. authors works are protected under the copyright law. do not plagiarize or translate my works. tumblr is my only platform.

the sound of shutter clicks pulls jisung out of his dreams. his eyes flutter open, meeting yours in placid mien. 

“sorry love, you just looked so beautiful sleeping, i can’t help but take a picture,” you mumble, setting the polaroid camera away from your face, waiting as a polaroid generates. 

“it’s alright,” he says, showcasing the softest smile on his face. 

what time is it? jisung’s eyes trail towards the grandfather clock in the corner, realizing that he had been stuck in a nightmare, on your lap for only an hour, when the dream felt like it is ages long. the fast pace of his heartbeat is getting harder to catch up with. still, the sensation of your cold fingertips against his bicep somehow keeps him calm.

“see? you look so pretty in your sleep,” you draw him back to reality, showing him the polaroid between your fingers. he smiles — not at the picture, but rather at your blithe expression.

“thank you,” he mutters, the memory of his nightmare coming up, “hey. have you ever… been so happy, that you feel so sad?” 

“hm?” you raise an eyebrow, allowing jisung to take your hand into his.

“it’s just that… i —” he sighs, fiddling with the ring on your finger, “sometimes i feel so happy, that i get sad. sad that i’ll forget how the happiness felt. it’s scary.”

your free hand goes to play with his dark locks, “you get too in your head sometimes, ji. ‘s hard to deal with, you know?” you answer, a teasing tone laced in your voice.

if it was somebody else who uttered those words, jisung would’ve been offended. he would’ve felt bad about the way he feels, but knowing you — he knows you were joking as a way to comfort him. you care deeply about him, he’s aware. the years you’ve spent by his side, calming his worries are enough proof. 

“maybe, you need a happy place,” you tell him, smiling tenderly when he looks up at you with a curious expression plastered on his face. he looks so cute, looking up at you with so much fascination, you’d think he hasn’t ever looked at the world.

“happy place?”

“yeah…” your voice trails off, “i made up a happy place in my head, full of things i love. whenever i’m upset, i just sit and go to my happy place.”

the man nods, the concept seemingly foreign to him. 

“so… what’s your happy place?”

your lips form into an ‘o’, the single syllable slipping past your lips like honey makes his head spin out of adoration. it’s happy moments like this that scares him sometimes — but at this moment, he knows that he won’t ever forget the feeling of happiness which seeped into his skin, etched onto his brain like a tattoo. 

“you.” 

he doesn’t say anything after, the foolish smile on his lips giving away how he feels, what he’s thinking.

you’re his happy place too.

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[lomlompurim]

happy i could help you find the fic ❤😭 im madly in love with your art and your creative aus, loove the thoughts you havr on the book. delicious food for thought!

speaaking of fics, dp you have any svsss bingqiu fic recs 👁👅👁

HI THANK YOU SO MUCH AND IM SORRY FOR ANSWERING LATE (finals are taking a lot of my time and im fostering kittens, im so sorry ;;) and I wanted to go through my bookmarks so I can share my favorite ones. Later I realized most of these are one shots 😅 my fic recs are:

- Plastromancy by x_los

- chant it from the heavens, scream it from your lungs: i'm real, real, real by airplanelanding (TheCourtSorcerer)

- Absolution by airplanelanding (TheCourtSorcerer)

- Maleficent by limedumplr

- guess who is back(back again) by Myebix

- Shen Yuan is dead by SinfulLuca

- I Want You To Be Happier by GooseRot

- for want of a pomegranate by nyoomerr

- In Fine Feather by Koiichaser_lucorinth (uncomplete)

- Twitterpated by Koiichaser_lucorinth

- Hit the ground running by Thesaurus_with_no_words

- Preserving the Lotus by TGP

- If Marriage Was an Olympic Sport by anatheme

- he married meat by aaeph

- Goddamn it! Where the hell is google translate!!? by shizunsrighttiddie (orphan_account)

- speak no evil by shoutowo

- Trial in the Abyss by ArmatureWires

- Into the Abyss by esama (unfinished)

- Misclick by homeybee

- Green Shadows by zarasu

- prophets on hold by nex_et_nox

- A Little Off the Top by demoncow97

Again thank you so much for your words and support! It really made my day better in that occasion♡ I hope you can find something amusing around here

the babies im fostering say hi♡♡♡

[meidui]

#where is my 1970's stevetony non-au fanfiction #bLEASE

@hughes i saw your tags on my captain stevens/doctor potts gif hehe, here are some amazing fics!! 🥰

ever be afraid to say by @ishipallthings

Steve sees it happening a moment just before it does, Tony snapping on the Gauntlet and facing Thanos head-on, eyes bright and ever-defiant. And Steve—Steve’s heart falls to his feet. No.

Bright Things and Fair by @sheronm

The course of true love never did run smooth — and neither did time-travel to retrieve the Tesseract. When circumstances outside their control force Steve and Tony to spend more time together in the 1970, they do what two people with their history do under the circumstances: work together and try to get through it without unnecessary feelings getting in the way. Falling for each other is definitely a bad idea, isn't it?

Give Me Just A Little More Time by @robintcj

In Endgame, we saw Steve and Tony go back to 1970 to collect the tesseract and more Pym particles. Tony has a nice moment with his dad, they break into SHIELD/Camp Lehigh in Wheaton, NJ, and they manage to collect said tesseract and a few vials of Pym particles. Then the scene changes and they move on to the next thing. What they didn’t show us in Endgame is that Hank Pym had not yet perfected his Pym particles, and when Steve and Tony try to get back to 2023, it doesn’t work. And they’re trapped in the 70s.

Midnight Confessions by @msermesth

In order to infiltrate SHIELD in 1970, Tony and Steve need three things-- 1. Some clothes 2. A plan 3. A grasp of the unresolved sexual tension between them

Together by @ifmywishescametrue

During the Time Heist, Steve and Tony travel back to April 7th, 1970, only to get stuck there when an accident destroys the Pym particles. While they devise a plan to get back home, conversations uncover buried feelings and long-kept secrets that alter their relationship forever.

Captain Stevens and Doctor Potts by @avengersnewb

Back in 1970, Steve and Tony are forced to hide in a closet for a while, which might be the perfect opportunity for Captain Stevens and Doctor Potts to finally do the thing that's been long overdue.

Time May Change Me by @ceealaina

A slight shift in timing during the time heist mission leaves Tony and Steve trapped in 1970. Stuck together while they try and work out a new plan, they start to see each other in a whole new light.

no regrets by @bruciewayne

“We’re stuck in a closet in Camp Leigh in 1970, and you want to know if I can still come on just your cock?” Steve asks, he supposes that it was meant to be sarcastic, but it comes out far too fond for him to pretend that it was anything anywhere near that bitter.

This Just Might Be Our Lucky Day by @muchmoremajestic

"Potts" and "Stevens" have been stuck in 1970 trying to find a way to get the tesseract and Pym particles for a few weeks. Their luck just might be turning around.

[amandamariee]

☾ jason grace fic recs (the loml):

distance makes the heart grow angrier by @balletfilmss

↳ so obsessed with your ex by @/balletfilmss

↳ but daddy i love him! by @/balletfilmss

he's an all american boy by @aezuria

take a break, catch a nap, have a snack by @hopelesslyromanticshark

↳ rain rain go away don't come back another day by @/hopelesslyromanticshark

↳ i am my fathers son by @/hopelesslyromanticshark

↳ so american (grecian) by @/hopelesslyromanticshark

↳ the two times percy nearly caught them, and the one he did by @/hopelesslyromanticshark

↳ jason grace x daughter of athena! reader hcs by @/hopelesslyromantic-shark

↳ little miss grumpy and little mister sunshine by @/hopelesslyromanticshark

through a loving gaze by @pumpkinbxtch

↳ he wrote 'mine' on my upper thigh by @/pumpkinbxtch

clingy by @jgracie

↳ all of the chronicles of jj & smartiepants by @/jgracie

sweet on you by @supercutszns

going to school with bf jason by @juneberrie

the sun is engaged to the sky by @aryxchse

levitating by @ssparksflyy

bookends, bestfriends, deadends by @astronomoney

sun dresses are so in! by @crownofgildedlilies

dating jason grace would include by @girlkisser13

↳ my girl by @/girlkisser13

[chuuminn]

hey !! i am not the anon who asked for dazai x reader fic recs, but i am wondering if you have more recs? i have already read all of those and i can’t find anymore and need more recs sigh

hi nonnie !!! here are some more of my dazai recs !! i hope you enjoy them, make sure to read the content warnings as always- and stay safe, mwwwwaaahh !

know that i’d gladly be the icarus to your certainty by @redamantiya dazai has never found himself falling this hard for someone before you what if i told you none of it was accidental by @with-my-calamitous-love the first night dazai saw you, he knew nothing would stop him. prince!dazai is the bane of your existence by @teddybeartoji as his appointed knight, you are to keep a keen eye on him, which means you get to spend almost every single hour of the day with him. i chose you and me, religiously by @with-my-calamitous-love osamu dazai, who doesn’t really know how to love. you confuse him and challenge the equations in his head. who is a mystery to everyone, even himself. who is sure that nothing will fill his heart. who is easy to approach, but hard to love. sin and tonic by @osaevsky a moment of affection from dazai as you both laze in bed

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