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aemondapologistfrfr · 16 days ago

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I See You As You Are - Pt5

aemond x f!reader

Series Masterlist

Summary: You and Aemond settle into married life and it’s as if nothing changed besides the fact that you both get to share chambers. Between gifts, conversations, and full moon wishes you both fall more in love.

Warnings: 18+ t e a s i n g, fingering, bondage, p in v, breeding kink confirmed, on a serious note he finally discusses driftmark w reader so mention of mutilation

Authors Note: what the fuck - anon whoever u are let me kiss u just once for planting this into my brain ily ily ily ily ily and thank u for letting me hijack it i love you and aemond so much

Word Count: 8.1k lets pretend this is chill and relaxed 🙂

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The past week has consisted of all of your belongings slowly being moved into Aemonds chambers. You were nervous his softness would disappear now that you are wed but it’s only increased and you realized it was foolish to have that thought in the first place. Your early garden walks are no comparison to walking up to Aemond holding you tightly against him and whispering soft words of adoration.

“Good morning, my beautiful wife.” he hums when he sees your eyes start to open. You yawn and curl into him not ready to begin the day just yet. “What would you like to do today?” he brushes your hair out of your face.

“I believe your dagger is ready.” you mumble pressing your lips to his chest.

“My dagger?” he furrows his brows.

“The one I had commissioned for you.” you look up at him.

“I told you that you needn’t do that.” he sighs, running his fingers down your back.

“I didn’t need to but I wanted to.” you hum. “Will you escort me to the blacksmith?” you start to stretch out.

“I suppose I could do that for something in return.” you squeeze your hand into his side at his words.

“First you don’t want the dagger and now you want it and something more?” you look at him with a raised brow.

“I never said I didn’t want the dagger. I said you shouldn’t trouble yourself with getting me gifts.” he purses his lips before pulling you up to them to kiss you.

“And what is it that you would like?” you throw your legs over his hip to straddle him.

“Mm, I don’t know yet.” his hands rest on your hips. “Might I have the day to come up with something?” you press your lips to his once more before getting off the bed.

“I suppose.” you toss over your shoulder. “Help me dress?” you go to turn to him but his hands are once again placed on your waist.

“I wish to keep you in our chambers naked and filled.” he whispers, pressing his lips to your neck.

“Then who will go to the smithy’s to get your dagger?” you bite your lip, swallowing back your moan.

“I will.” he sucks softly on your neck, relishing in your soft noises.

“What if I want to remain by your side today?” a gasp falls from your lips when his teeth graze your heated skin.

“You won’t even know I’m gone if I fuck you into the mattress hard enough.” he smiles when he hears your soft moan. “You’d be fast asleep with my seed slowly leaking out of you.” you grab onto his arm as he engulfs one of your breasts.

“The way you speak is- Aemond,” you claw into his arm as he brings his other hand between your thighs.

“The way I speak is what?” he chuckles, sliding his fingers down the sides of your slit.

“Filthy,” you pant as he continues to tease you, avoiding where you want him the most. “Just touch me, please,” you whine.

“I am touching you.” he whispers in your ear.

“I want more.” he smiles against your skin at the small whimper.

“Tell me what you want.” he slides his finger through your center. “Why are you so wet?” he continues to slowly slide his finger up your slit.

“Because I want you to touch me more.” you whine.

“Where do you want me to touch you?” he rolls your nipple, feeling your legs start to shake around his hand.

“Like this but more.” your nails dig into his arms.

“I could do this all day.” he nods into your neck as he continues with his teasing touches. “Play with your slick cunny while you shake in my arms. Do you think you’d come if I just kept up like this?” he listens to your soft gasps.

“Yes,” you nod. “Please, just a little faster.” your hips jerk into his hand.

“No, no. Just like this.” he chuckles at your whine.

“But Aem-“ he pinches your nipple pulling a cry from you.

“Shh, just like this.” you lean back against him as your legs continue to shake. “Would you like me to bring you back to bed and fuck you into your pillow?” you let out a soft plea at his words. “Stuff you with my seed again to make sure it takes? Your cunny is begging for it so badly it’s weeping all over my fingers.”

“Please,” you gasp, rocking your hips.

“Please, what?” he sucks softly on your neck.

“Fill me.” his teeth graze against you. “Please. I wish to carry our child. Please, Aemond,” you almost sob when he removes his hands. He’s pulling you over to the bed and soon you’re falling on your pillows. He presses himself against your back and presses his lips to your shoulder.

“Remember you can always tell me if it’s too much.” he whispers, bringing your hands to your pillow and you turn your head to the side.

“Please, I need you,” your voice pleading. Your head rests against the pillow when his fingers dig into your hips and raise them. “Thank you,” he groans at your soft words as he coats his cock with your wetness.

“You are so very welcome.” he presses into you in one motion, watching you dig into the pillow.

“Yes,” you whine and he watches your body tremble before he feels you fall apart around him.

“Mm, you’re sensitive this morning.” he smiles, running a hand up your back. He starts a quick pace and is graced with your small gasps as you hold onto the pillow. You turn your head and bite into the pillow and he chuckles. “No, I want to hear you.” he leans over you and turns your head back. He starts to push into you once more, regaining his fast rhythm.

“Mm, I’m-I, Aemond,” you try to look at him but your eyes keep shutting. “Please,” you feel your pleasure build quickly as you’re surrounded by him. “Yes,” you arch your back more and gasp when his palm lands on your ass. “Again.” you dig your nails into the pillow when he lands his hand on your ass once more.

“Always begging for more.” he chuckles lowly, digging his fingers into your flesh as your continued pleas greet his ears. “Your cunny is begging just as desperately for my seed.” he whispers, starting to snap his hips into you faster.

The only sounds around your shared chambers are your noises and the sound of skin on skin.Your pleas become louder and louder until your pleasure crashes into you. His hips falter feeling you pulse around him before he continues at his pace listening to your soft noises. You mumble slurred pleas beneath him while you continue to flutter around him. With one last thrust he pours his seed into you pressing his forehead to your shoulder.

“Are you okay?” he pants.

“Yes,” the word barely a breath.

“Is there anything you would like?” he presses his lips to your back.

“Tea.” he watches you nod with shut eyes.

“I’ll be back.” you nod once and he sits back to watch as he pulls out. “Perfect.” he watches his seed slowly leak from you.

He makes the tea for you as quickly as he’s able and by the time he’s back to you, you’re asleep. He sets the cup on the side table and pulls the sheets over you. He watches you for a moment soundly asleep in his bed before he begins to dress. He stops at the table to write you a letter and leave it by the tea should you wake before he returns.

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When you open your eyes once more you feel the stickiness between your thighs and bury your head deeper into the bed with a small smile. You’ve never felt so improper but so satisfied. You press into the pillow more before shifting your hips, sighing. You look at the side table and find a cup of tea and a rolled parchment. You sit up wondering if he’s truly written you a letter.

Wife,

I had hoped to return before you could find this but I suppose now you can have a letter of your own.

I’m going to the Blacksmith as you requested and I have to stop and pick up one more thing - then I will return.

I wish I could articulate better through letters as you - it’s why I’ve always kept them.

My wish for the moon: I wish to return before you wake so you don’t read this.

You sit in bed with a smile on your face imagining him sitting at the table and writing this. You pull the drawer on the side table to place the letter and a grin spreads across your face. The one place you didn’t think to look. You’ve been searching all over his chambers for your letters and you never expected them to be next to his bed. You pull them out and sift through them feeling a blush creep up your neck. You hear the door open and quickly start putting the letters back as you keep glancing at the steps. Aemond reaches the landing and watches as you try to shove the parchments in the drawer. He sets things on the table before walking over to you.

“Handle those with care.” he chuckles. “They were in there neatly and in sequential order.” he opens the drawer more and starts to organize them.

“I wanted to place the one you gave me in there.” you watch his neck flush.

“I had hoped I would return before you could read it.” he places the neat pile into the drawer and plucks his from your fingers and starts a new pile with it.

“Let me see the dagger. I wish to make sure they did a fine job.” he watches you purse your lips and look across his belt. “Was it not ready? My Gods I’ll go down there myself.” he watches you throw the sheets off and start to rise with a furrowed brow.

“Relax.” he pulls you back to him. “It’s on the table. I haven’t taken it out yet so you might open your gifts at the same time as I.” he chews his lip watching your eyes look up to him.

“My gifts?” you narrow your eyes.

“Let me get you a robe so we can go to the table.” he watches you smile.

“Why do I need a robe? We’re alone.” he lifts you from the bed and starts toward the wardrobe.

“Because if you don’t cover up the only gift you’re getting today is my cock filling your cunny.” he’s satisfied with the flush blossoming across your chest.

“Can I just have that as an extra gift then?” his eye darkens as he sets you down. You blink up at him as he wraps a robe around you. “Please?” you whisper and his lips are on you the next second.

“Let us both open our gifts.” he pulls back. “And I must get you food and a bath at least. Maybe even go to the library or gardens. You’ve been in our chambers for the past week.” he softly chuckles at your pout.

As he leads you to the table he thinks back to when he thought that you would feel like a prisoner, yet here you are willingly hiding in the sheets begging to repeatedly be filled. He watches the robe flow behind you and he can’t help but admire you as you perch on a chair around the table.

“I’m terrified of how much I love you.” he watches a small smile spread across your face.

“Might you teach me the language?” you tilt your head.

“It’ll take time, it’s difficult.” he hums and takes a seat across from you.

“I don’t foresee myself being busy with anything besides loving you and bearing our children.” you nod and his heart skips and he nods at you once.

“Open yours first.” he pushes the wrapped box to you.

You undo the wrapping and steal glances at him when you start to open the lid. A small sound comes from you as you pull the first book out. It’s beautifully bound in a white leather with gold lettering. The second book is as equally as stunning and you begin to flip through the pages looking at the fresh black ink unread by others eyes besides the person who wrote them. He watches you place the books side by side and slowly look up to him with glossy eyes.

“How did you know?” your lip wobbles.

“You’re not the only one who can ask the maesters what someone’s favorite book is. He told me these were the ones you requested when you first got here. I had quite the company working on these just for you.” his words get softer. “I hope they’re to your liking.” he watches your face crumble as tears start to pour over the edge. “I’m sorry. Do you not like them? What can I do?” he’s on his feet and walking over to you in seconds.

“They are so very perfect.” you look up at him. “Just like you.” you rise and pull him into a hug. “You didn’t have to do this.” you squeeze your arms around him tighter.

“You are worth it and you certainly deserve it.” he presses his lips to the top of your head. “And if you’re going to shower me in gifts, know that I will answer that with a storm of gifts for you.”

“You haven't even opened your first gift yet.” you pull back and pout. He chuckles and pulls you back to his chair with him. You stand next to him and push the bag closer to him.

“I still don't think you should have gotten me anything.” he hums, looking at the bag.

“Aemond.” you whine. “Please,” you whisper. You slowly smile as he opens the bag and when he starts to pull it out by the hilt you gasp at how it came out.

Aemond holds the dagger in both of his hands as his eye studies every inch of it. It has the right weight and balance to it and the details you had them put into the leather hilt is.. exquisite.. something he doesn’t deserve. He runs his finger down the length of the blade before flipping it and offering that side the same careful eye. He looks up at you and sees you chewing your lip.

“Is it to your liking? I had told them what I wanted and that it was for you. I don’t know much about blades or how to have them made but I could go to a different blacksmith or..” he watches and listens as you ramble on and he’s at a loss for words. He sets the dagger back on the table and rises to pull you into his embrace.

“I like it very much. It’s beautiful and well made.” he smooths your hair. “I will wear it in place of my other.” you look up at him with furrowed brows.

“You don’t have to replace it. I know you like that one dearly.” he sighs at your soft expression.

“I do like that one dearly, but I love this one. I’ll have you with me everywhere I go now. Thank you.” he pulls you back against him.

“Thank you for my books.” you mumble into his chest.

“Those were only the beginning.” he chuckles, squeezing you tighter.

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The past week and some odd days have been pure bliss. Aemond wakes you in the early morning to ‘help you get more rest’ before he goes to train and leaves you in bed fast asleep. Surprisingly you wake before he returns and you rise and begin to ready for the day. You sit at the table in your shared chambers to quickly write out a letter for Aemond before you make your way to the library.

Husband,

I went to the library to show everyone you don’t keep me tied to the bed - which I don’t think I’d quite mind.

I’ll be in my section on the second floor if you would like to come visit me after your meeting - I’m never opposed to your company.

Also tonight is the full moon - our second together.

My first wish for the moon: I wish for me and Aemond to look upon the moon while the Keep and city sleeps.

My second wish for the moon: I wish for me and Aemond to look upon the moon with Vhagar in hopes that she’ll make a wish of her own - and so that we might have more privacy from curious eyes in the garden.

I love you - I’m counting down the moments until I’m graced with your presence.

You smile at your words and delicately roll up the parchment and display it on the table where he’ll see it. You smooth your skirts and make your way down the steps. You click the doors shut and begin to make your way to the library to hopefully get lost in a book until Aemond comes to you.

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Aemond reads over your parchment twice before shaking his head with a smile. Of course only you could ask him to tie you to his bed and then ask to wish upon the full moon with him and think nothing of it. He knows you didn’t mean it but Gods it has his mind racing and pulling open your wardrobe to find miscellaneous ribbon. He walks back to the bed with a piece of green silk and threads it through the center of the headboard.

He shakes his head to clear the thoughts of you tied and squirming in bed. He walks back to the table and reads over your letter once more before walking to the side table to place it on top of the pile. He walks to the other side of your shared chambers and softly pushes open the door to the tunnels and pulls out a box. He’s been waiting to give you this gift and tonight is the perfect opportunity. He sets the box on the table before making his way down the stairs to go find you in the library.

When he walks into the library he lets his eye close, taking in the calming space. He nods at the maester before walking up the stairs and quietly making it to your section. He finds you curled up near the window being bathed in sunlight as you hold your book closely. He takes a seat across from you and he watches you glance up once and look back to your book before your eyes snap back up to his.

“Finish your chapter.” he nods at you and begins to make himself a cup of tea. He glances at you while you chew your lip as you read. He takes his seat once more and watches you shake your head before closing the book. “How is your book?” he watches you purse your lips.

“Frustrating.” you huff. He listens to you talk about your book as he sips his tea and nods. You’re so lively and passionate and he leans back to admire you. “Don’t look at me like that, we’re in the library.” you whisper.

“Like what?” he tilts his head with a smirk.

“You know.” he watches your cheeks flush.

“I have a gift for you in our chambers. Maybe two but I think the other one counts for me but it was in your letter.” he watches you chew your cheek in confusion.

“What do you mean?” you tilt your head.

“You’ll see later.” he hums. “I thought we could read our book while we’re here.” you nod at him and he starts to stand. “Shall I go get it or do you want to come to my section?” he walks over to you and brushes his knuckles on your cheek.

“I’ll come to yours.” you lean into his hand. “I could use a change of scenery.” he helps you stand before escorting you down to his small section.

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The entire walk back up to your shared chambers after supper you have been peppering Aemond with questions about what he could have possibly gotten you. He shakes his head and softly hums while keeping you both moving through the halls.

“I’ve actually had these made for you for some time.” he opens the doors as ushers you inside.

“Since before we were wed?” you turn back to him as you start up the stairs.

“Yes.” he whispers and you smile watching his cheeks flush. “Up the stairs.” he turns you around.

You walk straight to the table and take a seat in front of the box. You turn and watch as he walks over to you slowly and you start to pout. You groan holding your hand out for him and he slows his pace even more with a smile on his face.

“Aemond,” you whine, stretching your hand out further. “Thank you,” you smile up at him when he finally reaches you and offers you his hand.

“Go on.” he nods at the box.

When your hand leaves his he brings his hand to the back of your neck to softly rub against the smooth skin. You lean into his touch for a moment before starting to open the box. You pull out a dark pair of trousers and a matching jerkin. You admire the detail and craftsmanship before turning and looking up at Aemond slightly confused.

“Do you not like me in dresses and gowns?” you tilt your head.

“My Gods I love you in dresses and gowns.” his hand trails to your jaw before softly caressing your cheek. “These are for flying. If you wanted to fly with me and Vhagar.” you gasp.

“Can I? She’ll let me? You’ll let me? Oh Gods, Aemond,” you jump up and turn to him with a grin. “Can I really?” he chuckles as you grab onto the front of his jerkin.

“Yes.” he nods with a smile as you wrap your arms around him. “I thought we could fly under the full moon. Vhagar can take us to find true privacy while the three of us wish upon the moon.” he presses his lips to the top of your head.

“Can we go now? Please, please,” you lean back and look up at him. “Please Aemond,” you gasp as his hands start to unlace your dress.

“I’m just helping you dress.” he chuckles when you look up at him with lidded eyes.

“Not even quick? You’ve only filled me once today.” he coughs at your words. “And that was this morning.” you pout as your laces are loosened.

“I don’t like to be quick with you.” he starts to pull your dress down. “I like you trembling and begging before I even think about filling you.” he inhales deeply as you step out of your dress.

“I’m begging for you now.” you push your bottom lip out.

“We have a full moon to wish upon.” he shakes his head softly and grabs your trousers from the table.

He helps you dress despite your pleas. It’s taking all of his restraint as you repeatedly ask to ‘be filled’ followed by your soft little whimpers. He grabs your jerkin and starts to fasten the buttons as you hold onto his arms whispering his name.

“My sweet little wife.” he grabs your chin and tilts it up to him.

“Yes?” you lick your lips.

“Once we return I will do anything you desire.” he nods slowly looking at your eyes.

“Might I just have one kiss to tide me over?” you reach up on your tiptoes. He presses his lips to yours quickly and then he’s pulling you towards the stairs.

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Aemond leads you through the gate and you curl into him as you see Vhagar start to stir. You look up at her bathed in the moonlight and shake your head. She’s utterly amazing and massive and honestly, terrifying. You cling onto Aemond as he leads you closer and you look up at him.

“I’m nervous.” you whisper and he looks down at you.

“Why?” he turns to you and brushes your hair back.

“How do you know she wants me to come with?” you chew your lip looking past him at Vhagar slowly blinking and stretching. “What if she doesn’t like me?” you scrunch your brows.

“Vhagar,” Aemond turns and you hide behind his back as her head raises. “Would you allow my wife the opportunity to look upon your face closer? Show her that you’re not as scary as you look.” you hear his tone become playful.

Vhagar chuffs and starts to lower her neck. “Come.” he reaches for your hand and you grip onto his tightly as he leads you closer to her head. “Put your hand out with mine.” you follow his motions and Vhagar drops her head even more.

“Slow and easy.” he feels you press into his side as Vhagar moves her head closer. She stops so the end of her snout is about five feet away from your outstretched hand. You can feel her breath fanning your hair back as Aemond starts to step you both closer.

“Does she like me?” you whisper, not taking your eyes off of Vhagar. “What if she hates me? Oh Gods what if she eats me Aemond?” he turns you to him with a small smile he’s trying so badly to hide. “No you’re laughing.”

“No, no, no,” he cups your face. “It’s just.. I think you should think of Vhagar like me. You know how you were scared of me at first but-

“I wasn’t scared, I was intimidated.” you purse your lips.

“Yes, of course.” he smiles, brushing his thumbs on your cheeks. “Vhagar is just intimidating but I promise she likes you. You know by our readings the riders and dragons bond is very close, similar to them sharing the same feelings and sentiments. I love you very much so in turn..” he watches you nod.

“She loves me very much?” you whisper and he nods. “That does seem fitting. An intimidating dragon with her intimidating rider.” you nod and offer him a smile. “Well if she loves me can you tell her that I love her?” he nods and turns towards Vhagar.

“My wife loves you very much. She wishes for us all to fly under the moon. I think after the first ride she may fall more in love with you than she is with me.” Vhagar blows her warm breath across his face. “Mm, she’s in the business of giving gifts so you may find yourself showered with cattle and goats, maybe even some new things to adorn your saddle.” Vhagar moves her head to look at you.

“That sounds more than just a simple ‘I love you.’ Aemond.” you come up behind him.

“I was telling her that you want her to come with us to wish upon the full moon.” he steps closer and feels you step with him. “And how I think you’ll love her so freely after your first ride.” he keeps stepping closer to Vhagar until his hand brushes against her neck. “And how you’ll shower her with gifts once you warm up to her.” he coaxes you out from behind his back and he watches your eyes widen taking in the close proximity.

“My Gods she’s truly amazing.” he watches with a smile as you reach out and place your hand next to his. “We might not be able to understand each other but I think you’re very beautiful and simply exquisite.” you nod, patting her neck.

“Would you like to go for a ride?” Aemond watches you turn to him and nod quickly. He leads you over to the rope ladder and helps you start your ascent. He helps you settle and takes a seat behind you as you grip onto his hand.

“We’re very high up.” you whisper looking over the side.

“Vhagar and I will die before we ever let you fall. You are safe. I promise.” he presses his lips to the side of your head. “I need you to be very brave and hold onto the saddle because I have to grab the reins.” his voice is soft and reassuring.

“Can I hold onto your arms or wrists or-

“You can grab back onto my hands.” he nods. “You're going to be safe. I promise.” he kisses the side of your head. “Are you ready?” he whispers into your ear.

“Yes.” your grip tightens.

“Fly, Vhagar.” he hears your small gasp and feels your nails dig into him as Vhagar starts to stand.

As Vhagar climbs you both into the skies you cling onto his hands tighter. The wind is blowing into your face so fiercely and you lean down closer to the saddle and Aemond moves with you. Once she begins to even out you slowly pull back from the saddle and your breath catches.

“Are you okay?” he leans more into you.

“I-“ you shake your head. “I’m speechless. This is just..” you’re at a loss.

“I’m going to have us land in the woods. It might feel scary when we’re landing but you’re safe.” he takes one of his hands and wraps it around your front. “You can squeeze my hands as hard as you need to.” you nod your head.

He brings his hand back to the rein and you wrap your fingers around his hand tightly. He watches your knuckles turn white as Vhagar starts towards the ground. When she lands in a clearing he helps you off and you turn to him once you’re on solid ground again. You pull him against you and hug him as tight as you're able.

“Are you okay?” his arms wrap around you.

“You both amaze me.” you mumble into his jerkin.

“Shall we wish upon the moon?” he pulls back to take in your red cheeks.

“I would love nothing more.” you nod. “Oh,” you tug on his jerkin. “Will you tell Vhagar to wish with us?” he smiles at your request.

“Of course.” he kisses your forehead and shares soft words with Vhagar and she looks at the moon before flattening out on the ground and closing her eyes.

“What do you think she wished for?” you whisper.

“Probably a nap or maybe cattle.” he watches you look at his dragon and then back to him.

“Then can we bring her cattle tomorrow?” he chuckles softly and nods to you.

“I suppose we could do that.” you smile up at him.

“Let’s make our wish.” you nod and turn and look up into the sky. For a couple moments there is silence and peace and the only sound is Vhagars breathing. You slowly open your eyes and turn to Aemond who still has his eye shut. You patiently wait and admire him and he slowly blinks his eye open.

“What did you wish for tonight?” he pulls you against him once more.

“There is no pressure, it’s simply just a wish but I would like to see you. But don’t feel inclined.” you shake your head. “I should’ve said something else I don’t wish to make you uncomfortable and-

“My wish for the moon was for you to still love me after I show you.” you search his face.

“Of course I will love you. I will always love you.” you blink up at him.

“Then I shall finish the story I couldn’t before.” he nods and pulls you over to a larger clearing. “Would you like to sit?” you nod and take a seat across from him and hold your hands out for his.

“Whenever you are ready. You can change your mind if you want. It’s never been my desire to make you do something you don’t want.” you nod at him and his thumbs brush against your hands.

“Vhagar’s last rider had recently fallen as I said. She was my cousin. We were at Driftmark for her funeral.” you watch him softly shake his head before he looks back to you. “Aegon was drunk and my mother had gone to bed. I went out and found her. I had truly thought she would swallow me whole.. I would’ve been content with that.” he shrugs, looking at your intertwined hands.

“The first time I sat in that saddle I felt so..” his face scrunches as he looks for the word. “Euphoric, so happy. I felt as if I finally belonged. That maybe they would stop bullying me. I had waited so long to have a dragon of my own and then Vhagar accepted me. She saw me and accepted me..” he shakes his head.

“She took us into the skies and I almost fell off.” his eye meets yours and he has a boyish smile on his face. “My Gods I thought I was truly going to die. I was holding onto her only by the reins.” he chuckles as you look at him with wide eyes. “That might’ve been the first time I felt truly happy.” he chews his cheek.

“We landed back at Driftmark and I was so confident. I had walked into the hall and my cousins and nephews had rounded the corner.” he swallows and shakes his head. “The younger of my two cousins had said Vhagar was hers to claim but..” he flares his nostrils. “Dragons are not property. They’re not something you own. No one has a right to dragons. If Vhagar didn’t want me to be her rider she would’ve burned me. I just..” he clenches his jaw.

“I said some things and called them names and then it turned into this verbal fight and then they had all just..” you scoot closer until your knees are touching. “They had all attacked me, all at once. I was alone, there was no one to help. Everyone was so angry and we were all yelling and then one of my nephews pulled out a knife. I had known there was animosity but.. Anyways I had picked up a rock.” he can’t bring himself to look at you.

“Someone threw sand in my face.” he shakes his head. “I don’t.. I’m sorry.” you watch as he closes his eye. “Luke ran at me with the dagger while I was blinded by the sand, I couldn’t see. The rock was already forgotten and on its way back to the ground but,” he exhales deeply. “He had sliced my face. Straight across my eye. It had all happened so quickly, it hurt so badly. I was just so scared.” he wants to look at you but he can’t bring himself to do it.

“The maesters stitched my face but there was nothing that could be done for my eye. That was the happiest day of my life and it was ruined. Overshadowed. Meaningless. For a fleeting moment, in hopes to console my mother who was in hysterics, I told her it was a fair exchange. An eye for a dragon but..” he shakes his head.

“There was no exchange to be had. Vhagar didn’t belong to anyone.” his eye snaps up to you at your soft words. He reaches up and wipes away your tears from your red cheeks. “You were just a boy.” your lip wobbles. “I’m sorry I’m crying.” you shake your head.

“I’ve shed enough tears over my eye. You needn’t shed more.” he pulls you into his lap and he relaxes as you curl against him and bury your head into his neck.

“I’m sorry.” he feels your tears on his neck.

“Shh,” he smooths your hair and pulls you closer. “I’m fine now, it’s okay.” you curse yourself for crying and having him comfort you.

“Aemond,” you pull back and he takes in your puffy eyes and wet cheeks. “I’m not crying because I pity you. I’m crying because I’m angry and frustrated.” you lay a hand on his chest. “Just a boy. Only ten.” you flare your nostrils and you press your hand against him harder. “Just a little boy who wanted a dragon.” you sniffle.

“Do you,” he swallows and shakes his head. “Do you still wish to see?” he meets your eyes.

“I do but only if you wish to show me.” you nod.

“I do.” he whispers. “I’m nervous.” he looks away from you, scolding himself for saying that.

“Why are you nervous?” his hands squeeze into your sides as he turns back to you.

“I won’t be able to handle it if you can no longer look at me. No longer love me.” he frowns.

“I will always love you.” one of your hands softly cups his cheek. “And I will always find you handsome. I think I look at you and admire you more than you know.” you offer him a soft smile.

“I would know because I’m always looking at you.” you see the corner of his mouth twitch upwards.

“Not when I wake in the middle of the night.” you watch his smile get wider. “You look so peaceful. Your hair is fanned all around your head. Though when I try to move to get a better look you pull me closer.” you nibble your lip.

“It’s okay. I watch you when you sleep too.” he chuckles at your small flush before chewing on his cheek. “If you wish to see me then you can remove my eyepatch.” he hands are firmly settled on your waist.

“You’re sure?” you brush his hair back off his shoulders.

“I am.” he nods once.

He can hear his heart in his ears as you slowly reach for his eyepatch. Your touch is light upon his skin and he watches your face as you start to lift it off his head. He watches your pupils dilate as you take him in and he’s waiting for you to say something but he’s nervous of to what you’ll say. He flexes his fingers on your waist when you bring your hand up to his cheek.

“Please say something.” he hates the way his voice breaks.

“You are very beautiful.” you hum, brushing your thumb along the bottom of his scar. “My well groomed warrior.” you smile and bring some strands of his hair back over his shoulders. “Your sapphire is exquisite.” you shake your head and pull back to cup his other cheek as well. “I think you are very handsome and I still plan on looking at you whenever I can.” you wipe away a stray tear that falls from his eye. “Even when you’re sleeping,” you shake your head. “Especially when you’re sleeping.” his fingers dig into your sides. “I still love you. I will forever.” you nod and press your lips against his. His arms wrap around your back to hold you closer.

“Thank you.” he whispers against your lips. “Thank you.” he repeats, holding you tighter.

“Thank you.” you mumble into his neck.

“Would you like to make another wish with me?” he pulls back and is greeted by your smile.

“I would love that.” you nod. The two of you crane your necks back and look up at the moon. You both send your wishes up amongst the stars before curling back against each other. “What did you wish for this time?” you mumble against his chest.

“For a maester to tell us you’re carrying our child.” he slides one of his hands from your back to your stomach.

“Mm, you should’ve filled me before we left for good measure.” he blinks at you before laughing.

“What was your wish?” he looks at you amused.

“That you would take us back to our chambers and fi-

“Let us wait no longer.” he lifts you both up from the ground and starts back towards Vhagar.

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The both of you walk through the dim halls of the Keep enjoying the barrenness save for the handful of guards. His hand is clasped in yours tightly as he starts to lead you up the main stairs. You curl into his side as a draft blows down the stairs and he still can’t wrap his head around how unconditional your love for him is.

“What was my second gift?” you look up at him.

“Hm?” he looks down at your voice.

“You said two gifts earlier.” his eye darkens remembering the silk he tied to the headboard and he lets out a low chuckle.

“It’s in our chambers.” he hears your soft whine. “We’re here.” he chuckles, pushing the door open for you. He’s a step behind you on the steps and you look around the chambers before turning to him with pursed lips.

“Aemond.” you walk over to him and his fingers are unfastening your buttons the second you’re close enough.

“In your letter you wrote me earlier,” he starts to pull your jerkin off. “You said you were going to the library to show them I didn’t keep you tied to the bed.” he pulls your slip out of your trousers before unlacing them and pushing them down. “Which you followed that by saying you wouldn’t mind being tied to the bed.” you step out of the trousers and he starts to lead you toward the bed.

“I did.” you chew on your lip as he starts to lift your slip off.

“So my beautiful wife,” he grabs onto your waist. “Would you like to be tied to the bed while I make you feel good and fill you?” he smiles as your flush deepens.

“Yes.” you nod quickly. “What should we use?” he chuckles as you turn to go find something but he pulls you back.

“I already put a silk ribbon on the headboard before I came to you in the library.” he helps you lay back on the bed. “Arms up.” you watch as he sits on the side of the bed and reaches for your wrists. “Too tight?” he glances down at you as he starts to tie the ribbon.

“You could make it tighter.” his breathing deepens at your soft voice and he tugs them tighter.

“Better?” you nod your head. “I like this very much.” he presses his lips to yours. He presses his lips down your neck and starts to brush his thumb against one of your nipples. He smiles against your neck feeling you pull against the silk. “Mm, is my little wife all tied up?” he presses his lips below your ear and kisses further down to take your other nipple in his mouth.

“Aemond,” you whine when he takes the bud between his teeth. “Please,” you feel him chuckle against your chest before swirling his tongue around your hardened peak.

He lifts off of your nipple and stands up to start to remove his jerkin. He watches you squeeze your thighs together and pout at him.Your soft pleas only make him slow down his movements more making you toss your head back into the pillows. He pulls off his tunic next and you watch him with lidded eyes.

“Please, please Aemond,” you pull on the silk, sighing.

“Hm?” he tilts his head, slowly unlacing his trousers.

“Please touch me.” he abandons taking his trousers off and grabs your leg to open them for him. “Husband,” you softly whisper, spreading your other leg wider.

He trails his fingers up the inside of your thigh as he watches your legs softly shake. His fingers slide beside your slit and continue up to your breasts and to your mouth. He tilts his head and lets his fingers linger on your lips. You part your lips and he presses his pointer and middle fingers in against your tongue. He raises his eyebrow at you and you wrap your lips around his fingers and your tongue softly brushes up against them.

You’re too focused on looking at him that it surprises you when he brings his other hand between your thighs. His thumb barely touches your bud but with every swipe it leaves your hips jerking off the bed. You softly whimper around his fingers before he pulls them out. You look up at him with lidded eyes as his thumb starts to circle your bud with more pressure. He smiles watching your eyes roll back as he pushes the two fingers from your mouth into your cunny.

“Aemond,” you pant, gripping onto the silk. He sits on the bed next to you and starts to move his fingers watching your thighs quake. “Yes, please,” you gasp.

He watches as his fingers get coated in your wetness as he fastens his pace. You arch off the bed and he smiles watching you practically serve your breasts to him. He leans over and captures one of your nipples and he’s graced with cries of his name. He chuckles when your thighs slam around his hands as he continues as he was.

“Aemond,” you gasp as the silk bites into your wrists.

“What do you need?” he flicks his tongue against your nipple. He listens to you try to form a sentence but you go taut beneath him once more. “Was that it?” he lifts up from your chest and sees your face scrunched and flushed with pleasure.

“You,” you pant. “I need you, please,” each word is breathier than the last. “I want to be-

“Filled. Yes, I know.” he chuckles, removing his hands from you and rising from the bed once more. “It’s all day.” he smirks, pushing his trousers down. “It’s always ‘Aemond, please.’ using your sweet voice.” he shakes his head and spreads your legs wider to settle between them. “I’m certain you’re carrying our child. It’s just a matter of when we can tell.” he presses into you and your eyes flutter shut.

“Please,” the plea barely audible.

“What do you want?” he watches your lips part as he snaps his hips into you. “Tell me.” he grunts as he keeps up with his relentless pace.

“More.” you whimper.

He grabs your legs and presses them against your chest as he pounds into you. High pitched cries come from you and he feels you pulse around him. He smiles hearing your wetness seep out of you while he continues at his pace. Your toes curl as your pleasure feels never ending. His pace never falters when you feel his warmth spread throughout you while his fingers dig into your legs. He continues to rock his hips before pulling out and watching your filled cunny leak. He hears you softly whine and he sets your legs down and unties the ribbon.

“Thank you.” you murmur and he watches you stay settled where you are before he lays in the space next to you. “I think you’re right.” you hum, leaning into his hand as he brushes your hair off your neck.

“About what?” he presses his lips to the side of your head and you turn to curl into his chest.

“My moon blood is almost three weeks late now.” his heart skips at your words.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” he whispers and you shrug.

“I didn’t want to get too excited.” you mumble. “But I am.” you peel your eyes open to look up at him. “I wanted to be sure.” he nods, stroking your cheek. “I want to be carrying our child so very badly.” your voice cracks and he holds you closer.

“I know that you are.” he presses his lips to your forehead once more before watching as your eyes shut once more. “Now sleep so you can wake in the middle of the night and stare at me.” he watches a smile form on your face.

“I call it admiring.” you press your lips against his chest.

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masterlist 🔌

surprise shawty next chapter is a pregnancy chapter bc why would i deny us overprotective and obsessed aemond over preg!wife!reader

i see u as u are taglist: @readerselegance @sinistersnakey

taglist ✍️

@ka1afbr @ninihrtss @daintylittlesunflower @primroseluna @alexxavicry @misspendragonsworld @papichulo120627 @ashovertheriver @gabriella-aesthetic @moonymoo1 @faenyra @uwuuness @lizzylovebooks280501 @nostalgiagoth03 @multilover19 @summer-and-sunflowers @eternalwinters @rere10 @sxlsvv @sarahrosw36q @tricksterreaper @somethingsaladsomething

#i need to be fkn sedated i love him so gd much #im like bereft that we only have two more chaps but they're both planned so yah im hoping we finish this next week #aemond #aemond targaryen #prince aemond #aemond smut #aemond x reader #prince aemond targaryen #hotd aemond #aemond targaryen fanfiction #x reader #x reader smut #hotd fanfic #hotd smut

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bidonicart · 2 years ago

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Lyanna Stark and ser Gerold Hightower at the Tower of Joy.

A scenario conceived by @seaworthit, scripted by @nobodysuspectsthebutterfly and adapted into a comic by me.

where else to find me

#valyrianscrolls #asoiaf art #lyanna stark #gerold hightower #jon snow #tower of joy #this is all very quick and spontaneous #also a rehearsal for the oc comic i'm working on #i want to find that sweet spot where things have an acceptable level of finish but are also sustainable for several pages #ETA: this is essentially fanfic so if you feel the need to debate the canonicity of it... Please write your own meta post #my comics

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thingsmaygetalittlecrazy · 2 months ago

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Sweet n spicy Eloise Babbit x Sebastian Sallow doodle 🤤💖

Between rereading Clumsy, starting to reread Before It Felt Like A Sin, and feeling generally feral when I saw this base pose on pinterest a month or two ago, I immediately ran to my drawing app to turn it into Eloise and Seb 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️ but I changed pretty much NOTHING from the base pose so I felt guilty for posting it, BUT I think the world (and especially Maddy) deserve more Eloise content....so here is my very humble doodle ❤️❤️❤️❤️🫶🫶🫶🫶

@myokk not only are you an awesome, passionate, talented artist but SUCH bright light and kind soul in this space, it's been such a pleasure interacting and yapping and I hope you know how appreciated your loving, kind presence is on here!!!!!!!! 🥰🥰🥰

#eloise is such a COOL character #im obsessed with how her backstory connects to cannon #i just love the way maddy writes and the details she focuses on sm #OKAY THIS IS OFFICIALLY MY PSA TO CHECK OUT MADDYS WRITING #i cant wait to make more art for your fics 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy fanart #hogwarts legacy mc #sebastian sallow x mc #fanart #eloise babbit #eloise babbit fanart #i have one more fanart im hoping to finish before Christmas thats finally more than a doodle 😍#wish me luck #i need it 😄#hogwarts legacy fanfic #my art stuff

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jeonqkooks · 11 months ago

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to the loml, my beloved, may i play in the event game? hehe ;u; i would like your take on yoongi + "did i say that out loud?" + "stop looking at me like that!" ♡

i love you and congratulations again, jen oi ♡ muah~

sunlit sunday. (myg)

pairing: yoongi x reader prompts: "did i say that out loud?" + "stop looking at me like that!" genre/warnings: best friends to lovers (?), college au, fluff; mentions of drinking, barely edited word count: 1.1k note: i do not know what this is, nor why it took me over half a year to finish this drabble. cee my love you sent this ask in august 2022 and it took me literally forever to post i'm sorry 😭

as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

The sun is already rising, but poor Yoongi hasn’t slept a wink. Partly because he can’t feel his left arm from where it’s being used as your makeshift pillow, partly because last night you told him you were in love with him and proceeded to pass the fuck out.

There was a party - there’s always a party every weekend when you’re in college - that Yoongi didn’t even want to go to. He just wanted to spend his Saturday night holed up in his apartment with you, pizzas and a movie. It gives him something to look forward to at the end of every week, partly because he's nothing if not a creature of habit, but mostly because he gets to spend time with you alone.

But tonight, you wanted to attend, and it didn’t take a whole lot of convincing for Yoongi to (begrudgingly) accompany you to a frat house on campus to spruce up your weekly routine. He would always complain, but you both know that he’d do anything you ask.

That's why he didn't really have anybody else to blame when he found himself having to tuck a very intoxicated you into an unfamiliar bed at 2:30AM in this greasy frat house. It wasn't exactly the best idea, but it was the only one he had. Yoongi wasn't exactly sober, and you were too drunk for him to haul you home.

You babbled nonsense the whole time he was peeling off your shoes and outer layers so you could sleep more comfortably. It was difficult - you're a squirmy drunk - but he managed in the end. When it comes to you, Yoongi has had years of experience, having known you from your early high school days together and being inseparable ever since.

He had gotten under the covers with you, about to try and coax you to sleep when you sighed dreamily at the ceiling, looking so content with whatever thoughts in your head that it felt like you could float away.

"I'm in love with Yoongi," you said, so softly that Yoongi wasn't sure if he heard you right. But even in the midst of tipsy uncertainty, his heart went berserk like it was going to run away from his body. Then you popped the ringing bubble in his head with a sharp giggle, uncaring, so oblivious. "Stop looking at me like that! Did I say that out loud?"

He didn't know what to say, even though it didn't really matter anyway. You weren't in a state of mind to comprehend everything he wanted to ask, everything he wanted to say to you. Yoongi kept his eyes on you while you kept yours on the ceiling like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

"You did," he muttered, averting his eyes, and you tittered again.

"Don't tell him." You turned to look at him with a finger pressed against your lips. He wasn't sure who you thought you were talking to but he didn't correct you; there was no point in doing so anyway. "It's supposed to be a secret."

He doesn't remember what he said next, if he even said anything at all. Though it doesn't matter because you promptly passed out afterward, and it's unlikely that you'll remember any of it when you wake up.

Everything from then until now is just a jumbled mess to Yoongi, his thoughts full of what the fuck's and his chest full of borderline painful palpitations every time you snuggle further into his warmth, seeking comfort in your sleep.

The thing is, he knows that you were being honest. You meant it, because you're nothing if not an honest drunk; you've disclosed your fair share of embarrassing secrets whilst under the influence before. But never would Yoongi expect to hear those very specific words coming from your mouth, words that reflect the same sentiment that he's been trying to profess to you for years now.

They rolled off your tongue, just like that.

If he's being honest, it wounds him a little bit. He's spent hundreds and hundreds of days thinking about the perfect way to phrase his affection for you and yet, you managed to spill your feelings out without a single care in the world.

Granted, you were drunk out of your mind, but still.

Eventually, you stir from your slumber when blinding sunlight slips through the cracks between the curtains. Yoongi watches you frown before your eyes are even open, then you try to stretch for a brief moment as you look around the strange bedroom, partly alarmed, partly confused.

When your gaze finally lands on him, he catches the way your eyes soften, the edges of your confusion melting away even though he doubts that the sight of him answered any of the questions in your head.

"Morning," you say, your voice heavy with sleep.

"Morning," Yoongi replies quietly.

You share a look, one that means completely different things for the both of you. You're probably hungover, and Yoongi is in love.

So in love that he doesn't even care to berate you for making him spend the night in a random bedroom in a disgusting frat house, where a pair of (likely dirty) boxers is casually chilling draped over a chair. So in love that it expels all sense of fatigue from his body until the only thing coursing through his veins is unfiltered fondness for you and the way your eyes crinkle when you smile.

So in love that he would wait until you're awake enough to ask him to walk you home, ask him to make you your favorite hangover breakfast while you take a long, hot shower to feel like a human being again. He'd wait until you're fed and caffeinated before joining you on the couch, prepared to kill the remaining hours of the day together. So in love that he'd only wait until that moment to tell you the things he's always wanted to say, the things that have always been on the tip of his tongue but he's never been brave enough to utter them to you.

He'd tell you what you need to hear, albeit with a bruised ego that you beat him to the punch but he'd pretend that you didn't. It's a secret shared between only Yoongi and the four walls of this bedroom.

He's so in love that he would endure staying up all night in this dump when he could've been in his own bed, comfortable and clean and cozy. But it's okay because it's Sunday and the sun is out, and you were the one sleeping peacefully next to him, despite how your head made his arm go numb. It's okay because love has a tendency to make awful things feel better, even if love is only stored in a set of sleepy eyes staring at Yoongi and a whiny voice asking to go home.

#i kinda hate this tbh but i'm in a writing slump again and this has been in my drafts for AGES and i needed to just finish it and-#chuck it out into the world #yoongi x reader #yoongi fluff #yoongi x you #yoongi fanfic #yoongi imagines #bts x reader #bts x you #bts fluff #bts imagines #bts scenarios #yoongi #bts

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kjdkive · 2 years ago

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couple questions with vogue — jjk.

summary: yn, world-famous model and jungkook world-famous artist are invited as a couple to answer some questions for vogue on a video. both known to be a chaotic couple are expected to show their competitive side.

pairing: idol! jungkook and model! yn (afab)

warnings: cursing, some dirty jokes? jungkook being the best boyfriend ever i want him so bad, third person narration

a/n: thinking about doing this for some other bts members but not really sure lol let's see how this one goes and go from there. also i used to be a wattpad writer and there we use — not " and i actually hate writing dialogues with " oh and also i mention a few things that are not true about jungkook but this is my universe and in this universe that happened yn happened

— hello, vogue! i’m yn and it’s so nice to be back here — yn says to the camera.

— hello, i’m yn’s boyfriend, jungkook — jungkook says, smiling to the camera — i am also in a band but not that that matters.

— i’m your fianceé, babe, remember? — yn lifts her left hand to show her engagement ring.

— she’s my soon-to-be wife, guys — jungkook giggles and stands up from his seat a little to give her a short kiss on her cheek.

— okay, my boyfriend’s humble as you can see but we’ll see if he’s a good boyfriend/fiancé because we’re gonna do the couple questions challenge! — an assistant hands her some cards with the questions on them — are you nervous, babe?

— not at all, i actually think i’m gonna crush you — jungkook responds.

— confident much? — yn asks.

— dude, come on, let’s go, i’m ready.

video cuts abruptly to the intro, showing a few pictures of the couple and jungkook’s seven playing in the back.

question no.1 for jungkook: how did you first meet?

— it was at a party in L.A. — jungkook replies — june 28th, 2017. she was wearing a black dress and her favorite manolo heels because she told me that the same night, also her purse from a special chanel collection because she told me it gave her luck.

— it definitely did, baby — yn couldn’t stop smiling — it made me met you, so bless the chanel bag. so, answer’s correct!

— ever since that night i fell in love and my band members were sick of me talking about her.

— just want to say that it took him two months to ask me on a date — yn laughs — like i literally said no to a few guys in those two months because i was waiting for him to ask me out and when he did i just told him “finally, bro.”

— you guys don’t understand, she was and still is too pretty for me — jungkook whined, making yn laugh — i thought she was gonna say no and also tell me that she doesn’t date ugly guys?

— weren’t you literally like on the top 5 of the hottest guys of the world? — yn asks him and he stops.

— i think i was? i don’t remember.

— of course you don’t, darling. next question.

jungkook: 1

yn: 0

question no.2 for yn: who initiated the first kiss?

— oh! oh! this one’s good — yn says — i did! and it was a mess.

— no, you didn’t — jungkook tells her.

— oh, yes, i did because you were shaking when you grabbed my face and you literally froze so i was like “well, let ME do this” and then i was the one to grab your face and kiss you — yn points at him.

— okay, fine, i did froze but you tasted like fish — jungkook starts — and although i love fish, tasting it from someone else’s mouth isn’t that delicious.

— you had just taken me out to eat sushi! what were you expecting? — yn asks him — besides, you tasted like banana because you had to eat your banana dessert of course.

— guys, if you ever go out on a date and you think you’re gonna kiss — jungkook looks at the camera — do not take them to eat fish or pasta because else they’ll get pesto on their teeth or their breath will smell like fish.

— oh, right — yn laughs — in one of our dates you got pesto on your teeth.

— stop, i don’t wanna remember how you had to get me a tooth pick cause i couldn’t get it out — jungkook rolls his eyes and yn keeps on laughing at him — if your girl gets you a tooth pick, marry her, that’s what i’m gonna do in a few months — he winks at the camera and laughs at yn blushing.

jungkook: 1

yn: 1

question no.3: which songs did jungkook write about yn?

— now this is a good one because you always get confused — jungkook laughs — which songs did i write about you?

— still with you, dimple, love maze, home, seven the explicit and clean version — yn winks at the camera.

— babe! — jungkook blushes and giggles.

— oh, so you can be no.1 on billboard, mind you the explicit version but your girlfriend can’t talk about it?

— don’t get off topic, finish the list — jungkook laughs again — and you’re my fiancée, not girlfriend.

— okay, fine — yn moves on her seat — your part in my universe, dna, paradise, best of me, my you and that’s it.

— WRONG! — jungkook yells at her and stands up from his seat to jump and laugh at her — you’re a loser!

— jungkook, what? i got them all correct! shut up!

— you forgot the one i have performed the most! — jungkook stands in front of the camera — vogue subscribers, my wife doesn’t love me.

— oh my god! — yn yells — i forgot euphoria and jesus christ, jungkook, sit down now, stop being dramatic.

— how dare you forget the amazing and unforgettable euphoria?

— i’m sorry, my love, please forgive me for i have made an awful mistake — yn holds his hand.

— i shall forgive you.

— thank you, my king.

— i love you — jungkook kisses her hand and doesn’t let go of it — but i’ll never forget this.

jungkook: 1

yn: 1

question no.4: what are the top 3 celeb crushes of yn?

— this one’s so easy — jungkook says — it’s matthew mcconaughey, chris evans and bradley cooper but as his character in the hangover.

— wrong — yn laughs.

— yn, you know i’m not wrong, those are your top 3.

— babe, you’re a celebrity too, you’re my no.1.

— don’t lie, yn, i’m not your celeb crush.

— yup, you’re right — yn gives up — he got the answer right, whatever, next question.

jungkook: 2

yn: 1

question no.5: when jungkook first started as an artist, what did he do to calm his nerves when he performed?

— I PRAYED — jungkook yells before yn can say her answer — I PRAYED AND I PRAYED.

— he didn’t — yn looks at the camera with a serious expression.

— YES, I DID — jungkook sits back on his seat — I DID. i did.

— can you shut up now? — yn asks him — he used to- — yn gets cut off.

— PRAY. HE USED TO PRAY. — jungkook yells again and all yn does is stand up from her seat and put her hand on jungkook’s mouth.

— he’s licking my hand right now but i couldn’t care less — yn still had a serious expression — he used to touch his bandmates’ butts and when they would question him he’d say “nothing better than your butts, you guys!”

— she’s wrong — jungkook says.

— jungkook, ew, you left my hand freaking wet — yn wipes her hand on jungkook’s shirt — and yes, i’m right, you can call up jimin and he’ll tell you i’m right.

jungkook: 2

yn: 2

question no.6: yn has a scar and has had a broken arm, how did both happen?

— on her chin — jungkook replies fastly. yn nods and lifts her head to show up her chin. — that’s like the only one from an ugly accident the other ones are just her being silly cause she has some scars, blame of our cats when she tries to shower them and another one from when she was trying to make some chicken nuggets on the air fryer last month and she burned herself.

— he’s correct.

— the broken arm… she told me she was playing outside when she was in kindergarten and she fell and broke her arm, she also told me the school didn’t call her parents right away and waited until her grandma picked her up from school but she took her to the hospital right away. sadly, they didn’t sue the school because they’re good people, the teachers weren’t.

— that story is also correct.

— ugh, so tiring being the best boyfriend/future husband out there — jungkook sighs.

jungkook: 3

yn: 2

question no.7: how many tattoos does jungkook have? which one was for yn?

— jesus christ — yn says — i kid you not, jungkook doesn’t even know how many he has himself.

— i don’t know the total number but i do have a close number, if she reaches it she’ll get the answer right.

— fine, uhm, the eye he had before was my eye but i told him to cover it because it was done really bad like the eyelashes and the color were a mess but there are other ones about me, the thunderbolts and the flower on your elbow, right?

— yes — he nods with a smile.

— and i think, you have a total of 21? 22? with the new seven tattoo behind your ear i think so, yeah.

— she’s not close in the number but she’s right about the tattoos about her — he smiles at her.

jungkook: 3

yn: 3

question no.8: what are yn’s favorite hobbies?

— reading, learning languages and trying out new restaurants everywhere she goes.

— that is correct.

— she’s currently reading beach read but her favorite book is the portrait of dorian gray because my girl is into classics but they have to be a little gay; she speaks 4 languages those being english, italian, korean of course and french. the latest new restaurant she went was momofuko ko here in new york and she loved it.

— i love you — yn couldn’t stop smiling as she got close to jungkook to give him a little kiss.

— i love you more — he said, after kissing her back.

jungkook: 4

yn: 3

question no. 9: what is jungkook’s pet peeve?

— damn, he has a lot — yn laughs — but i can name a few.

— i don’t have a lot!

— oh yeah? — yn asks and then turns at the camera — jungkook can’t eat if he notices people being loud while chewing but he is the loudest chew-er ever, he gets mad if whoever is driving doesn’t know how to park and oh! he despises when people walk slow but he had to be patient with me because i am a slow walker.

— she’s really slow but since i love her i can be patient with her.

— thank you, means a lot.

jungkook: 4

yn: 4

question no.10 (final question, decides the winner): if yn hadn’t been a model, what would’ve she been?

— oh, my girl’s born to shine — jungkook holds her hand — because she wanted to be a UN ambassador when she was young because she loved learning languages.

— oh my god, i did! — yn intertwines her fingers with jungkook’s — but i don’t even remember telling him about this.

— you said that on an interview but you also said that to me when we were on one of our first dates — he smiles at her.

— i did?

— you said you saw it on tv — jungkook nods — and that you wanted to travel the world like them. but now you travel around the world as a model, either way you were gonna be successful.

— reached full success now that i’m marrying you. — yn kisses him — i guess you won.

the interviewer behind the camera asked them if they wanted to say anything else before finishing the video.

— my soon-to-be husband has released a song called seven, not that it needs promotion because the song's killing it but if you haven't listened to it you should, the song saves lives.

— yeah, i released a song, i wrote it and it was just for her — jungkook smiles — my girl is also releasing her own clothing line so make sure to check that out too — jungkook points at the camera — and before we finish i want to say i won, yn lost — jungkook looks at the camera with a serious expression — vogue subscribers, i am here to tell you again that yn is a loser and i will write on my wedding vows to always call her a loser until death do us apart.

yn hits him on his arm and jungkook giggles.

— i hate you, jungkook.

— i love you too, my sweetie cutie pie, come here.

jungkook brings her in for another kiss.

— thank you, vogue! see you next time — jungkook says while squishing yn's cheek with his own cheek.

— save me — yn mouths.

and the video finishes.

#jungkook #bts #bts fluff #bts smut #jungkook fluff #jungkook seven #jungkook drabble #jungkook scenarios #jungkook x you #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x reader #jungkook fanfic #jungkook imagine #i love jungkook #i need to finish another story but i avoided it so i wrote this instead #i need to give jungkook a hug

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dehydrated-turtle · 4 months ago

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Champagne and Marble

//warnings// +16, mdni

//contents// Bruce wayne x transmasc!reader, vaginal sex, squirting, semi public ig??

//synopsis// Bruce had not seen his husband in too long, his lewd thoughts lingered around in his head during one of the Wayne galas and he couldn't contain himself when he saw you. based off this ask from @blueberrymori <3 - wc: 1.9k

//on ao3//

The infamous Wayne gala charity event where Gotham’s elite have an excuse to flaunt their riches and pretend to be good people by donating to a cause they couldn’t care less about. Bruce only hosts these things to continue on a tradition that is older than himself and to please his conscience which always tells him to continue on his parents’ legacy. Normally, Bruce is better at these things, faking smiles and pretending to have rousing conversation with his guests and the press. This night was different however, his answers were short and pithy and he didn’t start a single conversation because his mind was elsewhere. On you. He had not seen his husband in so long, being away on “business” for weeks and not being able to touch you drove him up the wall. He wondered the first hour of the party where you were, looking among the crowds for you and soon giving up, assuming you hadn’t gotten there yet. This was his first chance to see you since before he left and he was going to make the most of it.

He let his mind wander as he sipped his champagne, thinking about what he could do to you once the guests had left. He thought about how you would look underneath him, his tie in your mouth muffling the sounds of your moans, his hand around your neck, keeping you down as he slammed into you. His lewd thoughts were rudely interrupted by a twitching feeling in his restricting dress pants. He looked around to see if anyone had noticed then frantically walked away. On his way, he saw you standing on the grandiose stairs, talking with another socialite, smiling and laughing gently. His mind started to wander again once he noticed how you looked in your suit, the jacket hugging your arms and laying flat on your chest, the dress pants laying gently along the skin of your thighs. He saw that you were gleaming as always and he couldn’t help but smile. Bruce sauntered his way toward you and this nondescript socialite and butted into the conversation.

“I’m so sorry but I am afraid I’m going to have to steal him from you, Mrs. Henning,” he said, voice smooth as velvet and placing his hand on the small of your back, “Honey, would you help me find some more glasses in the back?”

“Of course, my love. My apologies, Mrs. Henning.” you apologized and walked through the crowd with your husband. “What a lame excuse, you must be desperate.”

“I haven’t seen you in weeks, darling, of course I’m desperate.” he remarked, looking at you with a certain glint in his eye. You entered the kitchen as promised but instead of looking for glasses, “ALRIGHT EVERYONE OUT, CLEAR OUT I NEED THE KITCHEN CLEAR, YOU ALL CAN GO JOIN THE PARTY IF YOU WANT YOU JUST CAN’T BE HERE. THANK YOU.”

He held you close as he waited for the last of the cooks and wait staff to leave before pushing you against one of the cold marble countertops with a heated kiss. He lifted you from the back of your thighs so you were seated on the counter, legs wrapped around Bruce’s waist, pulling his hips closer so you could feel his throbbing cock against your swollen clit. He started to grind into you, pulling you as close to the edge as possible without falling off. His hands trailed up and down your back, stopping only to take off your tux jacket and throw it somewhere in the kitchen. He broke the kiss with a soft moan to hastily undo your shirt buttons. His speed and agility at undoing your buttons turned you on just a little bit more, but it was the eye contact that made it even better. You moved your focus to the front of your shirt, looking at Bruce’s fingers work your buttons but before you could, one of his hands moved up to your chin and lifted it so you were looking back at him.

“Ah-ah, look at me… good boy.” You could feel your cheeks go red as the words processed in your head and you looked directly into his piercingly blue eyes and adoringly dilated pupils. He untucked the rest of your shirt and pulled it back over your shoulders, exposing your chest. Bruce’s hands traveled up your back before bowing his head to the crook of your neck, pressing his lips against your newly cold skin. You held the back of his head and let out a breathy moan into his ear as you felt his tongue graze your collarbone. His lips left wet and sloppy kisses along your chest and down your sternum, trailing all the way down to where your waistband lay against your skin. He looked back up at you before breaking a sly smile and working on undoing your fly.

“Lift.” He less than asked, instructing you to lift your hips off the counter so he could slip your pants under them, which is exactly what you did and exactly what happened. He slipped your boxers along with your pants so when your ass hit the marble, you flinched, not thinking it would be that cold and let a gasp escape your lips.

“Shh shh, It’s ok…” there was an obvious and titillating contrast between the chill of the counter top and the welcoming warmth of Bruce’s hands, drawing pretty patterns along your neck and jawline.

You just now realized that you were stark naked on a countertop in a kitchen where anyone could enter from the bustling party going on just a single door away. You glanced quickly at said door with some slight concern on your face until you realized that your clit was throbbing at the thought. Bruce saw where you were looking and reassured you that ‘no one would think to come in here’ and ‘all the cooks left’ with soft whispers against your skin.

His lips trailed along your skin, moving ever downwards and looking up at you occasionally with those piercing blue eyes. His hands settled on the inside of your thighs, keeping them open as he admired your dripping cunt for a couple of moments before resting his head on your thigh with a soft moan. Your fingers interlaced themselves in his hair, scratching his scalp gently as he closed his eyes briefly. Once he lifted his head back up, he left some peppered kisses along your inner thigh before softly placing a kiss on your clit making your breath hitch. The very minimal contact was driving you up the wall. His tongue licked a sling stripe through your folds and to your clit, taking none of the salty taste for granted before pushing his tongue into your hole. Reaching all the right spots, you let out a loud moan and pulled at his raven hair. He lapped quickly and vigorously, moaning into your cunt, the vibrations sending a shiver throughout your whole body.

His hands kneaded the flesh of your ass and your thighs, making you feel somehow calmer and more aroused at the same time. His three day old stubble scratched gently on your skin as he buried his face into you, smacking his lips and sucking your clit. Two of his fingers found their way to your cunt, slowly pushing in and curling up into you, ensuring maximum pleasure. As his fingers grazed the walls of your pussy continuously, you felt a familiar sort of pressure build up in your lower abdomen. You could barely get out a coherent sentence but you said enough blabbering gibberish that Bruce understood what you were getting at. He sped up the pace with his fingers while still being diligent and skillful, trying to tip you over the edge. You let go with a high whimper, spraying rivers of clear liquid onto Bruce’s face and clothed chest, some dripping down his chin, some falling into his mouth. He lapped up the remains of your orgasm from your pussy before standing back up and gripping your jaw then pulling you in for a heated kiss. You could taste the salty remains of your juices on his lips as he kissed you sloppily.

“You always taste so fucking good.” he whispered against your lips, still groping your thighs and holding you close.

Your own hands started to meddle with his fly, unzipping it and pulling down his pants and taking his briefs with them so they rested just under his ass. His red, throbbing, and hard cock sprang free with a slap against his abs leaving a string of precum connecting the two. You ran your thumb over the tip, sliding the slick around a little bit, earning a low moan from the large man. With one hand gripping the fabric of his shirt and the other on his cock, you pulled him closer to you, sliding his tip along your slick. He got the hint and slid gently into your cunt, making sure you were comfortable before starting to thrust. The girth of his cock definitely made a stretch in your pussy but it was nothing if not pleasurable, the tingling sensation put a layer of added lust to it. You felt his cock reach your cervix as his hips met yours repeatedly, a perfect fit.

The once bustling kitchen was now only filled with the sounds of skin slapping and gentle moans along with the faint sound of the party still going on outside, sans host. Every time his balls smacked against your ass, you could feel yourself coming closer and closer to another orgasm, still sensitive from the last one. Bruce’s pelvic bone hit your clit repeatedly as his hands wandered along your back, gripping whatever flesh he could and moaning into your ear, his hot breath tingling against your skin and whispering sweet nothings with his low gravelly voice.

“Mm, my husband, so good for me… taking all of this, all of me. Such a good boy.” You clenched around his words, getting somehow more wet, gripping and clawing at his back. “Getting close, honey?” your head lolled back and your eyes rolled, he took that as an answer, “Cum on my cock, baby boy… Hm, just like that.” His hips thrusting faster, brows furrowed and about to cum as well.

Your climax came with no surprise but an unexpected intensity, your moans became loud and shaky as you tipped over the edge and your juices trickled down Bruce’s cock and soon after, his thighs. He kept fucking into you as he was so close, balls slapping against the wet skin and cock still pushing into all the right spots. His cock twitched before the hot cum poured into you in long white streams ebbing and flowing along your walls, filling you up proficiently. Your head rested on his shoulder, nuzzling into the crook of his neck and kissing it ever so gently as he slowly gave a couple more thrusts before pulling out and watching his cum drip out of your folds. The thought of his cum sitting in your boxers for the rest of this party flooded his mind, so he grabbed your pants and slid them back on to your legs.

“All that cum just sitting in there, no one will know but us, darling.” he remarked as he buttoned your shirt back up, “It might keep you lubed for later tonight too.”

Just the thought of it got you wet again and eager for what he had in store for after the party.

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wandixx · 1 year ago

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one-shot snippet

Duke was running out of fumes to run on. The last few days would be exhausting if it was just vigilante or just civilian stuff but no, he had to have it both. Because of Arkham break out, he had been called in three nights in a row, not for a whole patrol but he couldn't exactly sleep it off during the day like others did, especially not in a week when every teacher decided they needed to have test or quiz or what not. Naps meant he wasn't as sleep-deprived as he could be but he needed far more. But he couldn't because crime in Gotham never sleeps so he had normal patrol to finish and there were about two hours left.

Would something bad happen if he just stopped for a moment and laid on a roof? Ten up to fifteen minutes. It was a slow day too…

Yeah, no, he deserved a moment to rest and if something disastrous was to happen in the meantime he would shame other Bats for not giving him enough time to sleep.

It certainly said something that he found gravel covering this roof to be quite comfortable. He set a timer for ten minutes and let himself close his eyes.

When the loud screech of the timer jolted him awake, he was suddenly fully aware that he wasn't alone anymore. He sat up a little too quickly.

"Oh, you're awake" white white-haired girl around Damian's age chimed, sitting cross-legged just a few feet away from him. She wore something that could only be described as a lab safety hazmat suit, white and black with popping green accents. When had Gotham gotten a new vigilante/villain/whoever the girl was? "Good, I just returned from a snack hunt," she added, gesturing at a big textile bag lying next to her. Duke didn't have enough brainpower to do anything more than ask.

"What?"

The girl shrugged, take-out from BatBurger in her hand.

"You look like you have a bad day if not a few days, so I've got you my cousin's bad day combo or at least the closest thing I could. BatBurger burger isn't as good as NastyBurger but you certainly have better fries" As she spoke, a second take-out bag, 1 liter bottle of energy drink, juice bottle of the same size, and pack of convenience store brownies joined greasy paper bag sealed with a sticker.

"Is your cousin a speedster?" Excuse Duke, it was a totally valid question, he saw with his bare eyes both Wally West and Bart Allen when they visited Manor. No one else would be able to stomach the amount of food they inhaled during their stays.

"Nah, we're not that fast or that hungry. Though I think I may get closer to the speed of sound." So, clearly, a meta if white hair and weir aura that let his eyes rest weren't enough indication "My cousin when he has a bad few days often forgets to eat so this combo has to help with there too. But I'll steal your fries of course."

Duke was not going to look a gift horse in the teeth, so he grabbed one bag and tore it open. There was a classic combo with bigger fries and NightWings inside.

"Thank you…" he trailed off, hoping that the girl would take a clue and introduce herself but she didn't. She just drowned her fries in ketchup and started munching. She had her own juice.

"My cousin always said that each part of this combo has a different purpose." she explained instead, slightly muffled because of the fries in her mouth "This" she gestured towards the fast food meal "is to soothe your stomach. This "she tapped energy drink "is to soothe your brain and kick it back online. This "she raised a bottle of juice "is to soothe your taste buds because energy drinks are war crime against them and this "she nudged brownies "is to soothe your heart because Ancients damn it, this day is awful and you deserve it. At least that's what he told me when I had day bad enough to deserve that" she shrugged, licking ketchup of her finger. Suddenly she froze "You aren't allergic, are you?

"No, I'm not" he confessed bewildered.

"Good"

For a long moment, they sat in silence, devouring food the little girl brought. Duke distantly wondered if this was how the night shift spent their snack breaks. It felt nice.

He was finishing his part of the brownies when the girl spoke up again.

"Do you feel better now?"

"Yeah," he was a little surprised to realize that t it was true. He'll have to note down what she put in this 'bad day combo'. "Thank you"

"Don't mention it." she shrugged with a general gesture of dismissal "You're one of my cousin's favorite heroes because you're vaguely his age and handle Gotham alone during the day and I quote "She did honest or God air quotes at that" 'As only hero in Amity-' which is a lie by the way, Val is doing great and even if he suddenly got problem with how she feels about his alter ego, he still has Sam and Tuck even if they're usually more of moral support. And I helped when I visited, so no, he isn't the only one. Anyway as he said 'As the only hero in Amity, my heart goes out for anyone who deals with this type of bullshit so Dani if you absolutely have to prank heroes, leave them out of it, especially Signal, he can't be older than Jazz, he doesn't need any more mess to handle.' All aliens and lanterns are also off-limits because he is a space nerd. But you aren't space-related so I'm like 80% percent sure he has a celebrity crush on you" She slurped more juice, unbothered.

Duke was thankful he wasn't swallowing anything because for sure she would choke. He took a split second to consider addressing… this whole situation and choose against it. He was not ready to be anyone's celebrity crush.

"Your name is Danny?" he asked instead.

"Dani" she corrected" with an I"

"Ok. It's nice to meet you Dani-with-an-I" She giggled, nodding her head slightly.

"It's nice to meet you too Signal"

Duke stood up, stretching a little. Dani joined him after hastily putting all the trash in her bag. She was a little higher than expected.

"I have to get back to my patrol"

"Cool," she drifted back a bit, making him realize that she was floating a few inches above the ground. She fixed her bag on her arm.

"Hey, can I hang out a little bit more? My cousin will go green out of jealousy when I tell him" she added with a mischievous smirk but Duke could tell there was more to it. He took a moment to consider it, which apparently made the girl nervous "I can be invisible the whole time, like before." she offered, disappearing in the meantime. He could still tell where she was, because of her heat signature, and aura but for regular people, she would be no different than the surrounding air.

"Yeah, you can hang around and you don't have to be invisible. Just don't get in my way when I have to actually do some fighting."

She popped back to the visible spectrum and pouted like Damian whenever he got benched.

" I can fight, y'know? I stopped mugging on a snack run."

It was ten goddamn minutes, how could she get so much food and stop a mugging in such a short time?!

Oh, right, superspeed. Still, impressive.

"I haven't seen it" he started, channeling all Dick-trying-to-wrangle-Damian-into-socially-acceptable-activity' energy he could muster "So I don't know how you fight or even what powers you have. If we tried to fight together we would trip over each other" It was a bare-faced lie, Bat Training made sure of that but he knew for a fact that if he said anything else, the girl would be mad and probably did her own thing.

Was that what Bruce thought about all of them?

Oh no.

Dani still looked displeased but after a moment of consideration, she nodded with a defeated sigh.

Suddenly she straightened like she got struck by lightning and whipped around.

"Wha-"

She just shushed raising her finger to her mouth. Duke did indeed quieten.

"I have enhanced hearing" she whispered "There is a mugging somewhere this way."

"Let's go then" he shot his grapple, waving his other hand at Dani to come with him before he jumped off the roof. He heard the girl giggle as she flew right after him.

" After this, you'll show me the coolest gargoyles, okay? Sam asked for photos"

"Okay"

It seemed that the end of this patrol wouldn't be as bad as the start was. Hopefully.

And afterward, he was going to lock himself in his room until the sky fell or he was well rested.

Yeah, that was a good plan.

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how do you like it?

#it's been in my wips for some time and i wanted to finish it before posting anything #but my creative brain don't want to kick in lately and i really wanted to share something about this idea so here you are #later Duke kinda trains Dani #they hang out #Dani gets a new alias and makes minor costume changes #i had it all drawn and can't wait to share with y'all but i need to finish writing first so you know a context #dc x dp #thoughts?#dpxdc #dp x dc #dcxdp #one shot #writing wip #fanfic #have a nice day dear stranger who got to this part

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