#FUCKING SLAYYYYYYYYYYY

[siphoklansan]

Leona when he when when he when he he when the the he starts giving orders and and being a great leader and he when

[xx-h0t5un3-m1ku-xx]

why the fuck does math exist

[officialdaydreamer00]

TWST boys who i think would slay in a strawberry dress

preface: i put the boys in a strawberry dress (part 5)

characters: everyone! and me being silly :D

warnings: irene committing hate crimes on crowley /hj

heartslabyul || savanaclaw & octavinelle || scarabia & pomefiore || ignihyde & diasomnia || ramshackle & nrc staff

ramshackle:

grim: 11/10

- my boy, my baby boy

- no explanations needed, he is the best one

- look at him in the little poofy dress and a strawberry bow :((((((

- he is baby and i will forfeit my mortal possessions to buy him tuna /hj

NRC staff:

dire crowley: 2/10

- what the fuck am i seeing

- no, just no

- BITCH STOP PICKING MY PINK DRESS you don't even fit with the colour scheme >:0

- at least the black dress is... decent?? no you still cannot wear my pink dress

- it's a weird image and i wanna wipe my memory clean

divus crewel: 11/10

- ate and left not a speck of crumbs

- pulls off strawberry dresses better than anyone else

- even vil schoenheit

- man's a fashion designer, he can't just call himself that and not slay strawberry dresses

- i am a huge fangirl and people can agree with me

- SLAY, PROFESSOR, SLAYYYYYYYY

ashton vargas: 5/10

- HELP ME 😭

- FOR THE THIRD TIME, buff men + strawberry dresses = atrocity or the funniest shit ever

- THE DRESS CAN'T CONTAIN THOSE MUSCLES SO IT TORE ITSELF APART 😭😭

- surprisingly slay until the dress spontaneously combusted

- 5 points to ashton vargas

mozus trein: 8/10??

- SIR

- HE ACTUALLY SLAYS HOLY SHJT

- the short sleeves do not fit him this is cursed

- but he does slay @god-gave-up-on-me was right

- SLAY, PROFESSOR, SLAY

sam: 10/10

- slays the hardest

- THE BLACK DRESS LOOKS SO PRETTY ON HIM THO :(((

- the pastel pink looks kinda wonky but he does look good in it : ›

- SLAYYYYYYYYYYY

honorable mentions: @azulashengrottospiano @aqua-beam @identity-theft-101 @siren-serenity @ang33333333l @leonistic @dove-da-birb @twistwonderlanddevotee @inkybloom-luv @professionalreblogs @axvwriter @ceruleancattail @minimallyminnie

[tommyssupercoolblog]

okay i see a lot of "altrverse spoiler" posts that aren't actually spoilers, just fanart of characters and such, so i'd like to preface this with "yes this post has actual Important Plot spoilers."

THE CAT IS A GUY????? JUST A WHOLE ASS FUCKING GUY????? I THOUGHT HE WAS A NORMAL CAT THIS BITCH IS ANOTHER GUY?????? I LOVE THAT FOR HIM. but also who is this normal ass guy. this just fucking....dude this man.

also I was NOT expecting Iris to show up so soon....seeing the symbol on the jacket and Marvin lying about knowing it i was like. "girl already????? THESE HOES HERE ALREADY??????"

sooo need the backstory for why marvin can't progress in his studies within the magic circle like bitch who. why. can i kill you???

LOVE THE WAY MARVIN'S SO CASUAL AND THEN HE HAS TO SELF-CORRECT TO USING SIR AND SHIT. GOD SAME. also shit talkign some guy's show lololol

JACKIE IS SUCH A DUMBASS BLORBO I LOVE HIM SO MUCH I care him. forreal. Also straight up running away because he thought he might get sued? based. the hot takes about rating systems, and the not wanting to look at your bank account? HITTING HOME ON GOD.

I was not fucking expecting zombies???? ZOMBIES???? zombies AND robots okay bitch we serving cunt out here i'm here for it i see it. multiple baddies. on god slay

anyway we're so excited for the next one we might explode onto people. me and @septiccoffeefreak reading these like WOAHHHH. It actually triggered him to front for a little but but I wanted to post about it so he let me come out to talk about it with the internet. after that tho he's prolly gonna be the one controlling things again and i'll be in co-con.

SLAYYYYYYYYYYY

[mudsnapperqna]

do you or do you not feel bonita

To quote Velma's reaction to this image, which is entirely accurate...

"fucking slayyyyyyyyyyy"

[aliothbuzzsawshark]

It is 5:30 am I haven’t gotten been asleep since 3 and the 7 rewrite is purging my mind. Thinking about the Goha Siblings arc and wowowowow Yuga and Yuo I am going to let y’all do things so hard. Be emotional over Luke, have memories of Swirly, slayyyyyyyyyyy

THE FUCKING PARALLELS I CAN DO. I HAVE THE POWER

(Maybe threaten each other. The show makes Yuga totally indifferent to Yuo and I need to change that because that mean stalker didn’t draw the line of friendship but corporate overlord does? Just don’t know which direction I want 100% yet)

[just-some-random-blogger]

I've died methinks this was so good 😭😭😭😭 what the fuck now I wanna be an almost ex wife???? I AINT EVER LETTING YOU GO AEMOND

Walking through the cabin, you go to fetch your pajamas, ready to retire for the night. Aemond lies in his bed, a book in his hand. So far, he’s pretending to not hear you to not acknowledge you, and you’re kind of grateful for it, because it means you don’t have to watch your every move around him. 

Fyi aemond my jammies are booty shorts 😋😋😋 cos the heat in the Philippines is atrocious 💀💀💀💀

“I need to ask you a question,” he says almost nonchalantly, trying to keep his voice quieter so as to not disturb the silence that surrounds you. 

🧍‍♀️ I'm scared. Someone hold me

“Don’t really have a choice, do I?” you state rather matter-of-factly than asking. There comes no reply from him, obviously waiting until you're back in view. 

She ate him up with that

As you emerge from the cranny, you’re dressed in one of his older band shirts that reach your mid-thighs, covering the short, pink shorts you wear. You still sleep in his clothes, despite you separating quite a few months ago, a habit you had picked up pretty early into your relationship. The memories you connect with his old t-shirts always manage to lift up your spirits, remembering the good old days. 

THE AEMOND'S OLD BAND TSHIRT IS WILDDDDDDDD

“Do you miss me?”

“And that’s not true,” you counter. “We had our flaws, yes, but if we hadn't been good for each other, our little girl wouldn’t have turned out the way she did. She’s amazing, and that’s to our credit.”

💔💔💔💔💔💔 WHY ARE YOU EVEN DIVORCING STOPPOPP

Aemond smiles fondly as he hears your words, more so that you inquire of his precious girl. “She misses him dearly,” he says, but he can’t shake off the feeling that there’s more to your words than just the wellbeing of your dogs. He smiles softly, and turns his head to look at you. “Just like I miss you.”

“Five months I had to live without this sweet pussy of yours, and I won’t spend any longer not being buried inside of it.”

“Fuck, missed you so, so much,” he murmurs against your skin, drunk on your pussy. “All mine… won’t let you leave again.” 

You cross your arms behind his neck, one hand entangling into his silken, silver strands. Every time you try to arch against him, your hard nipples press against his chest. 

WISH I WAS HER WISH I WAS HER WISH I WAS HER WISH I WAS HER WISH I WAS HER WISH I WAS HER

“Show me your tongue,” he commands, and you do as he says.  

Is he gonna

Parting your lips and sticking out your tongue, you gaze up at him with wide, innocent eyes. As the warm puddle of his saliva hits it, you’re all too eager to swallow it down, moaning softly as the taste of him spreads on your tongue. 

Aemond fucks you both through the aftershocks, a white ring of your mixed juices forming around the base of his thick shaft. But as his jaw slackens and he moves to pull out of you, you’re quick to lock your legs around his hips and flip him onto his back, giving neither of you time to get to grips with the events that transpire between you. 

The quizzical look he flashes you as you sit astride him encourages you to roll your hips against his, riding him through the overstimulation. “Maybe… maybe it would be a good idea to see someone about this,” you breathe, grabbing his hands and planting them at your waist. “A couple therapist perhaps, so we can talk through some of the issues that have come up between us, to resolve the root of all our issues…”

AS YOU SHOULD SLAYYYYYYYYYYY LOVE THIS FOR YOUUUUUU

SHADOWS PLAY ON IDLE HANDS.

Modern!Aemond Targaryen x (ex-)wife!Reader

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT—MINORS DNI; oral (fem receiving), p in v, missionary position, unprotected sex, creampie, spitting, tiddy sucking, making up sex, angst (?)

WORDS: 4.3 K

NOTES: Based on this request. Thank you so much, @multyfangirl! 🥰 This is not beta read!

❗️𝐚𝐝𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

Was it silly of you to think that they’d assign a cabin to all the female supervisors to share back when you signed up to supervise your daughter’s summer camp? Most definitely, because otherwise you wouldn’t be sharing it with your ex-husband right now.

Technically, he’s your soon-to-be ex-husband, considering the divorce hasn’t yet been finalized, but still, he’s the last person you want to share a cabin with. 

It’s night four, and you two haven’t done much talking up until now. With it being a summer camp for children in the kindergarten age, your days are quite busy which allows you to stay away from him as much as possible. 

Unless it’s time for you to go to sleep. 

Walking through the cabin, you go to fetch your pajamas, ready to retire for the night. Aemond lies in his bed, a book in his hand. So far, he’s pretending to not hear you to not acknowledge you, and you’re kind of grateful for it, because it means you don’t have to watch your every move around him. 

Although you’ve been together and married for quite a few years, it does feel like you’re living around a stranger ever since you both came to the conclusion to separate five months ago, him moving out of the house quite early probably playing a big part in it. 

The divorce certainly would settle sooner, if it wasn’t for your daughter, and you both don’t want to make it more traumatizing for her like it already is. 

His voice is somewhat soft when it cuts through the silence, speaking your name and making you flinch and stop on your way to a little nook to get changed in private. 

You can’t deny the warmth that spreads through your body at the sound of it. “Mh?” you raise your brow, looking at him from over your shoulder. 

Despite his lingering eye secretly watching you, he turns his gaze back to the book in his hand. “I need to ask you a question,” he says almost nonchalantly, trying to keep his voice quieter so as to not disturb the silence that surrounds you. 

The mixed signals make you frown, and you shrug your shoulders before disappearing in the little nook. “Don’t really have a choice, do I?” you state rather matter-of-factly than asking. There comes no reply from him, obviously waiting until you're back in view. 

As you emerge from the cranny, you’re dressed in one of his older band shirts that reach your mid-thighs, covering the short, pink shorts you wear. You still sleep in his clothes, despite you separating quite a few months ago, a habit you had picked up pretty early into your relationship. The memories you connect with his old t-shirts always manage to lift up your spirits, remembering the good old days. 

It’s obvious he tries to keep himself occupied with the book, the slight struggle always drawing his eye back towards you. There’s some nostalgia seeing you dressed in his old stuff as well as the shorts only you can get away with wearing. 

Heat spreads on your cheeks as you walk towards your bed, slipping under the covers so his eye would finally stop devouring you. You’re not one to start arguments, especially with the summer camp having barely started, but you know there are some unresolved issues between you two that he’s dying to talk about.  “Your question, Aemond?” 

And then he finally closes his book, placing it on the nightstand table next to his bed to focus all of his attention on you. A shiver runs down your spine at that, and you subconsciously straighten your back. 

“Do you miss me?”

The question surprises you as you don’t expect your ex-husband to ask you such an open question. You’re used to him being a bit more closed off and dismissive when it comes to your relationship, but on the other hand he was never one to beat about the bush. 

You’re left speechless for a moment, until you find the courage to answer in all honesty. “Yes, I do.” There’s no denying it. Not when you’re still wearing his clothes to bed. 

What you don’t expect is the simple “hm” that rumbles in his throat, clearly pleased at your hesitance, before he moves to turn away from you. 

Pressing your lips into a thin line at his reaction, you rub your hands against each other. Taking in a deep breath, you sit up straighter. “You know it wasn’t your fault, right? If anything, our marriage failed because of us, not because of one person alone.”

With the light of the moon shining through the windows of your cabin, highlighting the outline of Aemond, you can spot his body tense slightly at your words, but he does not turn around to face you again. 

He doesn’t speak as he takes in a breath, lying there motionless. The silence seems to stretch on for some time until it’s broken by him. “So, you don’t blame me?”

The urge to scoff at his words is hard to resist, but you manage, wanting to keep the air surrounding you as vulnerable and soft as it is right now. You shake your head, despite him not seeing it at all. “Of course not, Aemond,” you say. “Your father’s death hit us both quite hard, and with the winter fever depression on both sides we just couldn’t support each other through that period of time, I think. Maybe if we would have figured something needed to change, we wouldn’t have called it quits.”

Aemond is quickly reminded of how comfortable he’s always felt around you when you were younger and still together. He has expected that you would simply grow to despise one another completely, and not that you would take the matter into an empathic approach. 

“I should have been more attentive to you,” he says as he remains facing away from you. 

You’re pleasantly surprised about his answer, despite how short it is. The conversation you two are having heads down a more personal route, and it’s something you’re rather enjoying. You’re impressed by the new sense of maturity that he seems to have acquired ever since you parted ways. 

“Bullshit. We should have been more attentive to each other,” you retort, your tone as empathetic as you can make it without seeming over-soft.

“That’s true,” he says. He finally turns around, his eye finding yours. “We weren’t good for each other, were we?”

“And that’s not true,” you counter. “We had our flaws, yes, but if we hadn't been good for each other, our little girl wouldn’t have turned out the way she did. She’s amazing, and that’s to our credit.”

It’s a wonder to the both of you how your daughter turned out so well in spite of all the chaos that goes on between you and your divorce, and truly shows that you two must have done something right in your relationship. 

You sigh, thinking back to fond memories that make you chuckle. “Oh God, I was so cross with you during the birth. The audacity of you holding my hand and asking if I'm okay while I screamed and moaned for my life.”

The story makes him laugh. “Fuck, that was an experience. I’ll never forget you screaming ‘Do you THINK I’m okay?’ as you really squeezed the life out of me. I don’t know who was in more pain at that moment.”

Only with his narrative of the moment do you notice how amusing the memory truly is, painting the perfect picture of a couple in love in the midst of chaos. 

“You scared the wits out of me,” he adds, chuckling. 

Bending your legs at the knees, you make yourself more comfortable, not yet ready to fall asleep. Aemond watches you as you lick your lips. "To be fair, I really thought I’d go through it all alone, because you looked like you were going to faint when they gave me the epidural.”

You recall the sheer terror that was written all over his face as he watched you give birth to your daughter. Something you hadn’t seen before. 

“To this day, I don’t think that I have ever known so many feelings at once as I did when I saw you give birth,” he says, letting his gaze wander off to the side for a moment. “But I’ve pulled myself together, because you know I would have never lived that moment down. You would have made a whole show of it.”

“Oh, most definitely. It would have been my go-to story for so many family gatherings, because no one would believe me you’d faint. Aegon? Maybe, but you? Never,” you scoff. 

Aemond lets out a soft laugh. “Yeah, I was a real wuss during that moment. Perhaps you should have taken out your phone after the birth to record my reaction.”

You raise your brow, shooting him a glare. “That would have been an idea, because then we’d at least have some first photos of her during the check-up that don’t have me in the background naked, sweating and delivering the placenta.”

He smirks at the glare, not minding as it’s actually quite amusing to see you angry at him again for something not too serious. “That would have been a memory to remember. You, all sweaty after giving birth, and then there’s me, unconscious from seeing you give birth.”

The image makes you chuckle. “To be fair, we were quite young when that happened.”

“Too young, but we’ve worked out well enough in dealing with it, haven't we?”

You find yourself nodding in response to his words of confirmation. “Yes, in spite of all the hardships that surrounded us, we have managed quite well with her. We’ve been the best parents that we both have been able to be… together or not.” There’s a soft smile pulling at the corners of your lips. “How’s Vhagar faring with it? Meraxes does miss her sometimes.”

Aemond smiles fondly as he hears your words, more so that you inquire of his precious girl. “She misses him dearly,” he says, but he can’t shake off the feeling that there’s more to your words than just the wellbeing of your dogs. He smiles softly, and turns his head to look at you. “Just like I miss you.”

Your body feels as if it’s on fire with his confession, and you can’t keep your gazes locked. It’s all too much and not enough at once. And when Aemond lifts his blanket, gesturing for you to crawl over to him, you know he feels the same. 

“This bed is big enough for two,” he whispers. 

You’ve been rather stunned at the invitation, yet, you accept it without hesitation. Climbing out of your bed and into his feels all too natural for you, and his body next to yours is a feeling you’ve come to know quite well in your past but has been missing for some time. Your heart is pounding in your chest, but there’s no discomfort or tension between you.

Keeping a fair distance from him isn’t something you master, failing the moment his scent fills your nostrils and urges you to bury your head in the crook of his neck. Snuggling up against him, you’re sure to never leave the bed the moment his arms wrap around you. 

He buries his nose in your hair, inhaling your scent he’s clearly missed just as much as you missed his. The way you feel with your head resting against his jaw makes it hard for him to suppress the urge to pull you even closer to him for fear of pushing you away. 

It’s just both of your breathing filling the otherwise silent room, broken as he speaks. “I missed this.”

It certainly was dangerous to get so close to him, apparent in your half-lidded eyes as you pulled back to look at him. Your gaze flickers between his and his lips, your faces but mere inches apart. “I missed this, too.”

Encouraged by your words, Aemond brings his hand to your cheek, allowing his thumb to brush over your cheekbone, his own breathing becoming heavy as he watches you. 

The way you look back at him nearly causes him to lose the last bit of control he clings to as he desires you with a fire he hasn’t felt in a very long time. When his other hand comes to the back of your head and he leans in, you lick your lips which is more than enough to send him over the edge. 

His hand begins to slide down your back as his thumb traces your bottom lip, heat following in its wake. And then he dips his head forward enough to capture your lips, melting against each other.

Coaxed by his hand slipping beneath the oversized t-shirt you wear, you grip the collar of his t-shirt and pull him closer to you, not daring to break the kiss. His hands are impatient to tug on the flimsy shorts you wear, and you shimmy your way out of them as he pulls them down your legs. 

Your heavy breath fans over his kiss-swollen lips as you pull back from him to speak. Aemond doesn’t wait to hear your words, diving in to press his lips to your jaw and neck. “We… We should not… the divorce…” you trail off, panting heavily and suddenly well aware of how tightly you’re pressed against him. 

Bringing his hands to your belly, the hem of your shirt is riled up and pooling around your waist. “It doesn’t matter,” he rasps against your skin. “Just this one night…”

You nod, letting out a soft moan as he cups your breast. “One little night of bliss…” you mewl. 

It’s clear that the proximity to him gets you just as hot as he is, no longer trying to resist and giving into the feeling you’ve been fighting back for so long. There’s no resistance left in you, clearly forgetting all the bad things that have happened before. You don’t know what will happen between you two tomorrow morning or the day after that, but you can’t bring yourself to care about it at this moment. 

With your hands still fisting his shirt, you pull his body between your legs, the weight of his tall frame heavy on top of you now. He ruts against you as your lips meet again, moving roughly against yours as his hard cock strains against the boxer briefs he wears. You instinctively grind against him, desperate for any kind of friction against your needy pussy. 

The kiss is hardly broken as you pull the shirt over his head, exposing his alabaster skin and well toned torso, only for you to not admire it as he starts to nibble on your bottom lip. 

You trace your fingers across his torso, trailing lower until they hook beneath the waistband of his briefs. “I need you,” you whine, tugging at the elastic to encourage him to slip out of it. But Aemond merely tsks at that. 

“Easy there,” he drawls, mimicking your gesture with his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your panties. He shifts to the side and pulls them down your legs, prompting you to shimmy your way out of them to help him. 

The blankets have long found their way down the bed, laying in a pile right next to it, and therefore you gasp when the cold air hits your soaked core. 

Aemond gets back between your legs again, scooting back and crouching down to kiss his way up your inner thighs, draping them over his shoulders. The moan you release brings heat to your cheeks, more so when his tongue makes contact with your cunt and coaxes another one to slip past your lips.

“You’re drenched,” he remarks smugly, dark blown eye gazing up at you from between your legs. 

Rolling your eyes at that, you entangle a hand into his hair and push his face down between your legs. “Don’t be such a tease now.”

Clearly not minding this bossy side at all, Aemond gets straight to the point. His lips wrap around your little bundle of nerves, and one suck of him already has you arching your back and rolling your hips like a bitch in heat. He alternates between gentle sucking and tracing it with his tongue, driving you insane  

Less than half a year apart and you’ve already forgotten just how good he is at putting his mouth to work. 

Two of his fingers slowly ease inside of you, expertly brushing your sweet spot in a come hither motion that has you tightly locking your legs around his head, not caring if it would crush or suffocate him. With one hand still in his hair, you tug on it not-so-gently which has Aemond groaning against your folds. 

The knot in your belly tightens all too quickly with the pace he sets up, lapping and sucking at your clit in tandem with his fingers scissoring in and out of you. But it doesn’t seem like that’s what Aemond wants. Being able to read all the telltale signs of your impending orgasm, he stops his ministrations without missing a beat. 

You’re baffled, the pleasure disappearing at once. When you look down at him, you spot his chin, lips and cheeks coated in your arousal, glistening in the dim light the moon casts through the windows. “W-What?” you whimper with a pout, trying to force his head back down again. But Aemond is stronger, making it clear he’s just played with you before. 

Watching him lick the remnants of your arousal from his swollen lips, you can’t help but moan, liquid fire coursing through your veins and making your longing for him even more apparent. 

“You don’t think I’m going to savor your first orgasm with my tongue, do you?” he asks matter-of-factly, peeling your legs off of him and sitting back on his haunches.

The breath hitches in your throat not only at his words, but also at the tip of his cock peeking from beneath the waistband of his briefs. He’s rock hard and aching, wanting to be buried inside of you. 

“Five months I had to live without this sweet pussy of yours, and I won’t spend any longer not being buried inside of it.”

Staring at his throbbing cock, you bite your bottom lip and nod almost in a sheepish manner. You pulling the shirt over your head and spreading your legs is all it takes for Aemond to rid himself of his briefs, one hand curling around his shaft as the other grabs you by your hip, pulling you towards him. 

He drags the bulbous tip of his cock through your drenched folds before he lines himself up with your entrance, your arousal making it easy for his thick cock to breach your tightness with little resistance.

The feeling of your pussy desperately sucking him inside until he’s buried to the hilt is a feeling of indescribable bliss that has you releasing a shaky breath in unison. Your hands fly to his shoulders for leverage, holding onto him as he towers over you, tall frame completely shielding your significantly smaller one. 

“Gods, I… forgot how big you are,” you breathe, gazing up at him with half-lidded eyes. 

He brings a hand to your waist, and places the other next to your head, keeping himself supported as he begins to grind his hips against yours. “Hm, fuck, we’ll get you used to it again tonight, princess,” he rasps, heavy panting audible in between the words. The pet name makes you clench around him. Oh, how your body has longed for him. 

You unravel beneath Aemond, arching your back and tipping your head back into the cheap pillows, the sight not making it easier for him to stay composed enough to not come on spot. 

And that’s when he moves to press his chest flush against yours, holding your cheek with one hand, whilst the other grabs the side of the headboard. His lips find the side of your face, kissing along your jaw, earlobe and down the side of your neck. You have your head tilted to the side, granting him even more access as the weight of his body stops you from squirming beneath him and rolling your hips. 

“Fuck, missed you so, so much,” he murmurs against your skin, drunk on your pussy. “All mine… won’t let you leave again.” 

You cross your arms behind his neck, one hand entangling into his silken, silver strands. Every time you try to arch against him, your hard nipples press against his chest. 

“Don’t want to,” you reply. 

Whimpering and whining beneath him, Aemond’s heavy grunts and groans fan over your flushed skin, spurring you on even more. There’s no rush to his movements, the both of you clearly savoring the moment of peace and making up for all the time you’ve lost, and yet it’s enough to build the pressure within your belly again.

The sparse, coarse hairs splayed around the base of his cock and over his pubic bone drag over your sensitive clit with the ruts of his hips, sending a shiver up your spine each time. His thrusts are gentle but determined, reaching deep and expertly brushing your sweet spot, and he fucks sweet, little mewls and moans out of your throat, filling the cabin.  

His thumb presses into your cheek to turn your face towards him, and you’re eagerly welcomed by his lips, capturing yours in a fervent and heated kiss. His lips move sensually against yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth and alternating with his teeth nibbling on your bottom lip. 

As he withdraws his lips from yours, a dark blown eye watching your blissed out expression, you try to chase them for yet another kiss, but he keeps your head in place. His lips are puckered slightly, and the thought of what’s to come makes your insides churn in a good way, becoming limp in your reverie. 

“Show me your tongue,” he commands, and you do as he says.  

Parting your lips and sticking out your tongue, you gaze up at him with wide, innocent eyes. As the warm puddle of his saliva hits it, you’re all too eager to swallow it down, moaning softly as the taste of him spreads on your tongue. 

“You’re gonna come for me now?” he drawls, pressing his chest against yours and dipping his head forwards to capture your earlobe between his teeth. It’s a grazing touch, but still has goosebumps prickling on your skin.

The coil inside of you tightens quickly with all sensations hitting you at once and the deep desire to please him, and you’re once again surprised by how well Aemond knows your body, strumming it like a fiddle and always getting what he wants. 

You convulse all over him with a whine, your hips grinding against his as the white, hot pleasure courses through your veins. But his thrusts don’t stutter, keeping the sensual intensity to the point you’re losing your mind. 

“That’s it,” he coos through gritted teeth. “Fuck, missed the pretty face you make when you’re coming all over my cock, hm.” You’re not sure whether it’s his pubic bone still dragging over your clit, his cock still sliding in and out of you, or if his praise alone is enough to prolong your orgasm, but you feel yourself keening at his words. 

It takes him a couple more thrusts that slowly bring you to the point of overstimulation, until his own orgasm washes over him. His cock is twitching and throbbing as your walls squeeze him for every drop of his seed, spending itself deep inside of your quivering walls. 

Aemond fucks you both through the aftershocks, a white ring of your mixed juices forming around the base of his thick shaft. But as his jaw slackens and he moves to pull out of you, you’re quick to lock your legs around his hips and flip him onto his back, giving neither of you time to get to grips with the events that transpire between you. 

The quizzical look he flashes you as you sit astride him encourages you to roll your hips against his, riding him through the overstimulation. “Maybe… maybe it would be a good idea to see someone about this,” you breathe, grabbing his hands and planting them at your waist. “A couple therapist perhaps, so we can talk through some of the issues that have come up between us, to resolve the root of all our issues…”

He sits up straight, snaking one arm around your waist to keep your body against his as his mouth finds your hard nipple, suckling and nibbling on it. The other hand fondles and gropes at your breast, squeezing it rather roughly. “Maybe that isn’t such a bad idea,” he groans against your skin, licking a flat stripe along the curve of your breast. “We…” his voice catches in this throat with you starting to ride him more fervently. “We should do that, yes.”

Neither of you is certain if the other’s words are genuine or just spoken in the heat of the moment, but it feels as though you’re seeing eye to eye in this moment. Something your relationship has been missing for a very long time. For the remainder of the night, you both seek to get what you still crave from each other, sharing countless orgasms and an unusually passionate embrace. 

However, as the night comes to an end with the light of the next day breaking through the windows of the cabin, and you wake up in Aemond’s arms, you figure that there was truth to your words and that you both strive to save and improve your marriage again. 

[thedeadestmeme]

**spoilers for BHNA season 6 (from episode 7-13)**

out of context reactions, a summary:

“what the fuck… what.”

“girl, you better be okay— oh, wHAT THE F—?!”

“i agree with the fanfic writers. if someone gave Deku a gun, this shit would’ve been over.”

[incomprehensible screeching]

“THAT’S MY SON! THAT’S MY FUCKING SON! aAAAAA!!!!”

“this is the sickest guy in all eternity. you, on the other hand—.”

[accidentally launches my remote into orbit] “SHOTO FUCKING TODOROKI???”

“suneater, my favorite son, you look so awkward at all times<33”

“they show my favorite boy and i can’t even see him fight?!! …i’m so sad, bois.”

“bRO, WHERE DID YOU—? nah, fuck it. he’s just weird like that.”

“deku,,, this is the worst steven universe cosplay i’ve ever seen. i’m so sorry.”

“i would, in fact, spend forever crying over my other favorite son, Bakugo Katsuki, and his attempts for amends. i think i will, actually.”

“bro, i’M GONNA CRY.”

[wordless screaming]

“mans is going feral.”

“the use of biting in this season— hell, this entire series is insane. honestly? i’m for it. biting is the most feral choice. it really shows their desperation to survive that they’ll revert to their most feral state. in conclusion, i think Deku should start biting off fingers as a power move from now on:))”

“…so like. how’d you lose your nose.”

“yeah, he’s saying a lot of words. but like. i have serious questions. like, how does being evil correlate with a lack of smell??”

“…is it a ‘hear no evil’, ‘see no evil’-type thing. bc he’s sure speaking a lot.”

“if i had a nickel for every noseless villain i’ve seen, i’d have two nickels.“

“…i feel like i’m witnessing two men that see this ragtag crew as a found family and they’re having to accept that their daughter has grown up. and it feels extra awkward bc i think only half the crew thinks like this. but like… maybe this is normal, ya know?”

[nodding] “ah, yes. lesbian culture.”

me, seeing Best Jeanist: bruh, he’s so slay. he’s so SLAY!!!

“bEST GIRL!👏BEST GIRL!👏BEST GIRL—!👏”

“…girl what. i’m. girl, you— i can’t even begin to explain how weird comparing him to being your brother is. like. it can be a valid feeling, but right now, it feels really weird.”

“i think i’m about to start ignoring this part of the plotline and focus on the toxic yuri of it all. i think that’s a valid response.”

“yEAHHH!!! YEAHHH!!!!!”

“[sighs] …i miss my non-toxic bisexuals, Tails.”

“eyyy, it’s mister daddy issues— oH FUCK. WAIT, NO—.”

“bestie, you are sooo Jason Todd/JD-coded, it hurts.”

“…he’s a theater major, ur honor.”

[stage-whispering] “…i don’t think he fact-checked all of his sources”

“i’m crying on the inside. like, really hard. i will be coping via so many fanfics later, it’s not even funny.”

“SLAYYYYYYYYYYY!!!”

“bro, you are so cool. your silly puns are so funny. i hate your hair, but you’re so slay that i’ll forgive it. i love you.”

“all these daddy issues… dude, i feel like i’m watching Demon Slayer all over again.”

“hold up— wHAT THE FUCK.”

“TELL HIM, SHOUTO! KICK HIS ASS!!!”

“mY SON!!!! MY SON MY SON MY SON MY SON!! MYSONMYSONMYSON mY SONNNNN!!!”

“bro i’m literally cryignsh”

“bAKUGOFAIFDHH GAHHH, THAT’S MY FUCKING SON!!!”

“YEAH!!! MIRIO, YOU’RE SO RIGHT!! IT’S A GOOD, SILLY NAME!!”

“…what the fuck. uh,,, tododeku win? [stares at Blackwhip: Froppy Style] ,,,at what cost...”

“girl, i love that Iida respected Bakugo’s entire hero name. he heard it two seconds ago and memorized it bc it felt like the respectful thing to do. he’s the best kid ever.”

“bonding with the crew: murder-style<333”

[sighing louder] “i miss Twice, Tails.”

“this entire crew is so loser-coded. a failed magician, an otaku, a yandere sim oc, Deadpool: Ultra Rare Copy Machine Edition, and Jason Todd — all banding together to work for the ultimate loser, Guy Who Somehow Has Even Worse Daddy Issues. that being said, i’ll always support the LGBTQ+ community<333”

“being so real, i really like Spinner and Compass and their desires for found family.”

“…Compass is so fucking cool, this is not fair.”

“bRO, NO. FUCK YOU. WHY IS HE HOT.”

“and quirk by quirk, Izuku Midoriya is slowly becoming Spiderman /jjj”

“nO. NO, COMPRESS, NO. BRO, YOU WERE SO HOT. NOOOOOO.”

“girl, i am… so sad. i am SO SAD.”

“bRO I JUST SAW ANOTHER GLIMPSE OF SUNEATER, WHY IS IT ONLY GLIMPSES. THIS IS THE FOURTH TIME. I MISS MY SON. I AM SCREAMING.”

if you’ve made it this far, thank you for reading. i am currently sobbing<333. i’ll be watching the rest now, but i figured i could liveblog all these thoughts in one whole post instead of spamming. i had too many thoughts to be able to open new posts shajfkf

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK WAS THAT

SLAYYYYYYYYYYY

[haruhey]

chronological thoughts of 11x20

i left my laptop charger at home (i’m at my dorm rn) so i’m not in a good mood so let’s hope twd helps 🤩

i heard carol’s in this episode so i’m so ready rn

- LANCE 🫶

- EUGENEEE 🫶🫶🫶

- OMG CAROL AND DARYL SLAYYYYYYY

- CARYL SLAYYYYYYYY

- SEASON 7 REUNION THIS IS SICK

- opening carol scene 🫶

- oh shit oh no zeke

- ?:!-?1?-?

- A CAROL SLAY PERIODDDDD

- CAROL MAIN CHARACTER CAROL MAIN CHARACTER CAROL MAIN CHARACTER THIS IS WHAT DHE DESERVED 💕💝💝💕❣️💕💕💝❣️💕❣️❣️❣️💕💕💝

- omg daryl getting murked thats on period

- OMG HE WALKERED

- WHY DIDNT HE JUST PULL OUT THE KNIFE AND STAB AGAIN???

- OH MY GOD THE DREAM TEAM 🫶

- omg is it only them two left?

- THIS IS WHAT WE COULD HAVE HAD IN THE CARYL SPINOFF 😭😭😭

- ok but consider sebastian sucked major ass 🙄

- yumiko slay

- THEY KILLED THEM?/!-?/??2?/ HELLOOOOOOO???

- why do i kinda love the commonwealth arc

- its like all these big bads are just really selfish bitches in suits who needed to be bullied as a kid like just punch them fr and they’d crumble and i think thats so funny

- NOOO THEY TOOK DOG???

- “it isnt gonna be easy” “when was it ever?” ♥️

- why dont u just agree to do it and then convince pamela to let ur friends go and then at night kill pamela and then the next day dont show up in court

- CONNIEEEEEEEEEE I LOVE HER I LOVE HER SO MUCHHHHHH

- ?? if these bitches hurt kelly i’m gonna piss on their pillows

- omg connie is so slay

- nooo yumiko having to deal with the fact she’s not gonna know whats gonna happen to her friends for a while 💔

- YES CAROL AND DARYL ON A MISSIONNNNN

- then they’re gonna start k i s s i n g i just know it

- jesus christ i love their teamwork❣️

- um hey what the fuck

- daryl is giving very much judgemental current boyfriend looking at ur ex

- lance looks like he likes being choked a lil too much

- omg they really are zooming

- caryl prison break ♥️

- LONGING STARE??? WITH EMOTIONAL MUSIC??? BYE

- this episode is the best fr

- lmaooooo sebastian

- YOU WERE RIGHT TO LEAVE HIM BEHIND??? HE WAS SLOWING YOU DOWN??? HORNSBY STOP

- omg carol is not like the other girlies

- yes she is so slay❣️ lance hornsby rights 🫶

- why does he always look shocked scared and terrified

- nooooo bbys dont worry carol’s on it u know how she is she is going to slay!!!

- NOOOOOOO EUGENE 😭😭😭

- MY RAT MAN PLEASE I LOVE HIM 😭

- just kill her guys

- this is not the end!! period!!!

- josh mcdermitt actually pops tf off as eugene he’s so good

- lance and carol on a lil insanity date 🫶

- ummmm so lance had a crush on pamela??? and is he saying that carol has a crush on daryl???

- “which, i admit, was… mishandled” guys i literally love hornsby

- “more importantly, there’s something i wanted to ask you” hornsby wants to make out w her so hard

- WHY TF IS THIS SHOW SO DARK

- no fucking way are there whisperers down here

- omg is he gonna die

- OH MY GOD THERE ARE SO MANY

- HES GONNA LET HER DIE??

- HIS FACE CAME OFF oh my god thats disgusting

- oh god oh no they got caught 😭😭

- OMG DARYL TO THE RESCUEEEE

- literally fuck off pamela this isnt for your people we all know that

- OMG YUMIKO SLAY

- ik if i was yumiko my pettyass would be making a show of the fact i was reading a script 😭😭

- “its uh, a great, uh, pleasure to uh, hold on let me-“

- booo this speech sucks get a new writer pamela!!!

- OMG SHES MAKING SURE THE COMMONWEALTH KNOWS WHO HE IS IN CASE PAMELA GETS “RID” OF HIM AND TO LET HIM KNOW HOW SHE REALLY FEELS IF THEY KILL HER THATS SO SLAY YUMIKO

- YUMIKO IS SO SLAYYYYYYYYYYY I LOVE HER I LOVE STRONG WOMEN ON TELEVISION I LOVE STRONG ASIAN WOMEN WITH UNAPOLOGETICALLY ASIAN NAMES I LOVE HER I LOVE HERR

- not lance pleading his case to daryl and carol as he’s covered in blood 😭😭

- “ik you heard me” “yeah, only because you wouldn’t shut up” CAROL YOURE SO LEGENDARY I LOVE HERRRRR

- carol and daryl are so tired of him pls 😭

- do u think carol and daryl like chat over tea and talk abt what they’re gonna do to hornsby or do u think carol and daryl just think the same and had the same idea without talking to each other

- “i’ve made mistakes” BRO??? WHO EVEN ARE YOU 😭😭

- SLAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY CAROL KILLED LANCE SLAYYYYYYYYYY SHES SO COOL SLAYYYYYYYY

- daryl didnt even move a finger he knew she got it

- damn rip to a real one u were so fun

- daryl dixon passenger princess❣️

- THEY TOOK DARYL’S KIDS FROM HIM DARYL YOURE SO AWESOME

- HERSHEL?? LEAVE HERSHEL ALONE LEAVE HIM ALONE GET BACK 🤺 BACK I SAY 🤺

- aisha tyler my girlie 💕

- carol daryl divide and conquer iktr iktr!!

- “i really think he believes what hes saying” girl you wrote him 😭😭 wdym “i really think” 😭😭

- this episode was so fucking good omg

[emailsquid]

i forgot she literally becomes a god fucking slayyyyyyyyyyy

in a world where the bbc will actually force you to pay for your tv license... one man stands up against the terror of endless big brother reruns

[aquakris]

OKAY NIALL HORANS PINK SUIT ON SNL... I would like to see Ethan in that! I would cum and die on spot

Ethan would SLAYYYYYYYYYYY that outfit! Damn I wish those boys went to prom fuck. They would’ve been sooooooo fire😩

[max-the-hecker]

*busts down door*

IT HAPPENED, I HAVE OFFICIALLY COSPLAYED AS A HOMESTUCK TROLL

it was Terezi and the shirt turned out great

OMG SLAYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!

I have covid so unfortunately my Halloween consisted of smoking a shit ton of week and crying💕💕💕💕covid fucking HURTS MAN HELPPP MEEEEEW WAHAHHHHHHEUDDJU LMAO

Anyways that's really fucking awesome

(Also I can't help but think of that one homestuck cosplayer that filled a bathtub with alcohol and Grey sharpies and they tried to dye their skin 😭😭😭)

[za-ra-h]

OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!!! SLAYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!! YOU STABBED THAT ANON'S SHITTY IMPRESSION ABOUT YOU WITH THAT FANARTS LMAO YOU ACED IT!!!!! Your art is so amazing, your style is so delicate and realistic, you are such a sweet person! Fuck that anon, we are all here, not hiding in the shadows of anonymousness, supporting and loving everything you do (those GIFs tho... masterpieces! What r they doin outside of a museum????)

Aww ;A; This ask successfully gave me the biggest smile. Thank you so much, darling.

You are too sweet, and I’m glad I managed to entertain!

[redredswift13]

THESE FUCKING VOCALS SLAYYYYYYYYYYY 

@taylorswift

[poppydelrey]

BITCH I CANT FUCKING WAIT FIR MY MOMS NEW ALBUM SLAYYYYYYYYYYY @taylorswift !!!!!!