#ILYSM /pl

[grossrottie]

CONGRATS ON UR SURGERY I HOPE UR HEALING GOES WELL!!

THANK YOU WAAAAAAAAAA

(Me attacking you with a hug)

[sashiavi]

Jealous SDV (hybrid?) boys rutting into you after getting jealous after smelling someone else on you <3

Ahhh oh goshhhh okay- I need to whip smth up for this

(I got carried away - forgive me? I went for a ramble and it became smth- I wrote enough for warnings 😭)

Warnings : Smut | 18+ | Hybrid Characters | Scenting | implication of ruts and heats | jealousy | thoughts about lactation & pregnancy | Sam Sebastian Alex Sh*ne | not beta read >v>

PuppyBoy!Sam jumping on you when you finally return home! Hugging you, nuzzling into your neck and sniffing in your scent with a happy sigh when you card your hand through his hair.

PuppyBoy!Sam who stops short, nose pressing hard into your skin, inhaling an ever familiar scent; Sebastian, the Catboy.

PuppyBoy!Sam who whines and whimpers, his yellow-blonde ears drooping down. The smell distressing him despite being best friends with Sebastian for many years - He squirms and cries, glomping over you, tail frantically wagging as he makes an attempt to heavily scent you.

PuppyBoy!Sam pressing his body to your own, weight keeping you on the surface of the bed below, feverishly rocking his hips into your cunt. Heavy balls slapping into your pussy, warm hands all over your body.

PuppyBoy!Sam who can't help but bite and nibble at your skin, slobbering all over you. His tail wiggles and wags, ears pinned to his head, poor croaked voice whimpering and whining, moaning out silly insecurities and desperate attempts to soothe himself.

PuppyBoy!Sam just can't stop crying. "You love me, I know you do!" "M' a Good Boy! Right?" "Better than Seb- Love you more-!" Babbling nonsense while he humps at your gushy pussy and feverishly rubs at your clit.

CatBoy!Sebastian lazily crawling to you on the lounge when you return, slinking across, tail swishing calmy as he snuggles up, gently pawing at your chest.

CatBoy!Sebastian tucking his face into your neck as he carefully kneads at your skin, peppering kisses and nose boops behind your ear.

CatBoy!Sebastian letting out a little feral growl at the offensive scent of someone else lingering on your clothes and skin - Probably that stupid dumb Jock CowHybrid!Alex. His ears pin and his tail stands static.

CatBoy!Sebastian biting and licking his corse tongue over your pretty, sensitive nipples. Hands kneading at your thighs, lips latched over your pert buds. If he thought and imagined hard enough, he could taste your sweet milky cream on his tongue.

CatBoy!Sebastian who gets a little carried away with the thought of you swollen and leaking milk just for him and his Kittens. He can't help but rut and grind up on your clothed cunt.

CatBoy!Sebastian who wraps his fingers around your throat, squeezing subtly, coaxing your tongue to lul out of your mouth.

CatBoy!Sebastian who spits on your tongue and kisses you after. Searing hot, canines clattering your own, biting into your soft lips as he pulls away, eyes quinted and lips downturned in a pouty frown.

CowHybrid!Alex knocking his forehead softly into your own, mindful of his budding horns, bringing you into a warm hug after your night out at the Saloon.

CowHybrid!Alex kissing your temple, shucking off your coat to hang up, noticing a wet patch and catching a whiff of something odd - Spilt beer no doubt, tangled in something spicy.. Jalepeno poppers?

CowHybrid!Alex wasting little time, instincts running rampant. Easily manhandling your pretty self to the nearest counter, head in the clouds, mind only focused on reclaiming what was his.

CowHybrid!Alex falling victim to his own Bull heritage - Rutting his cock up between the pretty swell of your ass, horns poking pressure into the back of your head. His jaw threatens to nip and bite into your neck, rough, large hands pressing you down.

CowHybrid!Alex who makes haste at his pants, revealing his veiny leaky cock, pushing the sticky, squishy tip up against your wet panties. Grinding and pushing the barrier of your underwear, messing up the fabric even more with his own leaky pre.

CowHybrid!Alex pulling your panties aside and fucking his thick bull cock into your pretty pussy, tumbling himself into a rut. He moans and shouts, hands on your hips to pull you back on his length.

CowHybrid!Alex who can't help but stare at his fat, drippy bull cock burying up in your tight, wet cunt.

CowHybrid!Alex who would go again and again, releasing his hot milky cum over and over, Marking up on your insides. Messy and gooey, dripping down his own front as he humps at you from behind.

BearHybrid!Shane walking home with you from the Saloon, after a big night of drinking and Pool with the other younger patrons of the town.

BearHybrid!Shane grumbling as you enter the front door, kicking off his shoes. Bending to put them on the rack, standing with a crack in his knee and a glare when you giggle at him.

BearHybrid!Shane who pretends to be mad, pulling you in for a big warm hug, wrapping his arms around your frame, squeezing you snug and tight.

BearHybrid!Shane who lets up a little, nose pressing into your hair and neck, catching a whiff of an abundance of hybrid smells - Some Canine, Feline, all sticking to your skin more than he'd like - Surely those youngin boys weren't stupid enough to make an attempt at anything? Right?

BearHybrid!Shane who thinks he just has to mark you up better, to let everyone know who you really belonged to.

BearHybrid!Shane rubbing his scratchy chin on your neck, pressing his larger body on to your own, putting a warm pressure on your skin.

BearHybrid!Shane licking at your skin, nibbling, biting, kissing up on your torso, leading down, down, down your tummy to your core.

BearHybrid!Shane squeezing at your hips and thighs with his large, warm hands, pawing at your body, caressing and teasing over all the most sensitive and ticklish spots. His large thumbs swiping over your cute, drooly pussy, his own mouth nearly watering at the sight.

BearHybrid!Shane suckling on your clit, lapping his tongue through your sticky folds, grumbling to himself between your legs cause you're just "Too fucken' sweet" "Like fucken' honey, Baby".

BearHybrid!Shane and his scratchy 12 o clock shadow scraping your inner thigh. Large, warm hands squeezing at your hips, pulling your pussy onto his tongue.

BearHybrid!Shane with his lips smushed up on your cunt, nose bumping up on your clit, pretty purple eyes peering up through his dark brow, furrowed and grumpy while he laps and suckles on you. Just spitting and drooling up on your thighs, marking you up with his teeth and slobber.

(I don't have a favourite what do you meannn)

[kamitv]

Thinking about Choso who…

Loves any and all sorts of attention from you, even when you’re upset with him.

He’d love the way you frown at him or how your brows tense, finding you nothing more than cute— especially if you’re shorter than him, that just makes it even more amusing to him.

And if you happen to be taller than he’s lowkey ready to get down on his knees and apologize by putting his head in between your legs, even if you’re the one in the wrong.

Enjoys being seen out in public with you.

PDA is probably one of his favorite things, especially when he notices someone looking at you too long.

There’d be a time where a little boy or girl compliments you and suddenly he’s jealous even though it’s just a harmless child that’s admiring you.

If you had an ex that won’t leave you alone, would make it his mission to send him (consented) videos of you cumming on his cock.

Nine times out of ten, you’re on top of him, riding him til’ his eyes are to the back of his skull and he can’t stop himself from groaning. Asking you things like, “You’ ever ride your ex this fuckin’ good?” To which you’d respond with a quiet whine of no.

And next he’s got you bent over for him, hips snapping forward into you, heavy balls smacking against you with his ever thrust, and thick cock filling you up perfectly. All as he’s still mocking your ex, “He never fucked you this good, huh?” “Probably not, right?” “Oh shit, you can’t talk too well, can ya’?” “That feel good baby? Hm? Go ahead ‘nd tell the camera who’s fuckin’ you to tears.”

Loves showering you in compliments.

“You look so pretty in that, kinda like a princess.”

“I love your eyes, never stop lookin’ at me please.”

“You’re so beautiful.”

“I’m the luckiest man in the world, aren’t I?”

“You’re so cute, baby.”

Could get off on your smell alone.

It’s perverted, yes, but sometimes he gets really needy for you. He’d shove his face into your pillow, smelling a mixture of your perfume and last used soap and using that to get off— fisting his cock desperately as each whiff of your scent makes his thoughts blur together and his body twitch.

Would do anything you ask of him.

He doesn’t care what it is, as soon as you have that requesting tone in your voice, the word yes is rolling off of his tongue without second thought.

Who’s not the richest man in the world but works hard just to spoil you.

Choso loves giving you gifts. The way your eyes light up and a beautiful smile plasters across your face, it makes his heart throb in desire and he can’t help but have the urge to give you more and more.

He’d give you the world if he could.

Shuts you up by telling you to get down on your knees.

He doesn’t get mad at you often but when the argument gets to a certain point and he can tell you’re being a brat on purpose, he’s punishing you by fucking your throat.

His cock would be stretching your throat open too, filling your mouth up with cum after a few minutes because he still can’t always last too long with you— you’re still as pretty as ever on your knees with tears running down your face and a mouth full of his cock, the sight makes him fold every time and suddenly he can’t even remember what he was upset with you for.

Apologies to you by drowning in between your legs for hours.

Literal hours too. He doesn’t care if you told him you forgive him a thousand times already, once he’s down there it’s hard for him to get up. His jaw could lock while he’s nose deep into your pussy and he wouldn’t care, your taste is too addicting.

Then there’s the way you moan and whine out his name, begging him to give you a break— yet it only makes him more eager to get you off. Even if you squirt on his face, he won’t care, if anything he’s begging you to do it again. Groaning a simple, “Gimme another one, princess. Please?”

Blushes when you compliment him.

He’s not used to it so whenever you call him handsome, his ears are turning red and he’s mumbling out a cute thank you in response.

You once praised him and called him a good boy and he moaned, begging you to call him that again and again. It made his cock so unbelievably hard that he was aroused for practically the rest of the night.

Another time you said you were proud of him and he started showering you in kisses and telling you that he’s only doing good because he has you.

Brags & yaps about you whenever you’re the topic of conversation.

The second your name is said by someone nearby, his mouth is on auto-response. He’ll tell people how hard working snd perfect you are, how he doesn’t really deserve you but he’s so happy to have you as his lover.

Calls you specific pet names.

Baby, princess, love— they all slip out of his mouth before he even realizes he’s saying it.

If you told him you liked being called “mama, mamas, or ma” he’d settle on calling you ma.

Sometimes he just calls you his. His girlfriend, his partner, his wife. His anything and or everything.

In the rare case that he’s degrading you because you’ve asked him to— he’s calling you a slut. His slut, a dirty slut, pretty slut, his good slut, doesn’t matter.

Loves you more than he loves himself.

He’d cherish you like no other. Every kiss from his is filled with love and every time his eyes meet your face, his pupils dilate.

A/N: In honor of my lover Choso. Please come home, the kids miss you baby. :( Gege Akutami when I get my goddamn hands on you its a wrap.

[pastasilly]

his idea of fun

[hinamie]

binding vow

[kibblbread]

AK!Jason doesn’t really like anything.. but he really likes spending time with you.

There isn’t much joy in his life, and when he does experience it, it’s pretty hard to tell. Very hard in fact. When Jason is his absolute happiest it’s truly rare that he’s fully conscious or not coming down from a state of extreme distress and panic.

More recent anecdotes of him happily existing involve him waking up or falling asleep alongside you, preventing a loved one from being fatally hurt, or brutalizing soneone that hurts you. Pretty scary, but these aren’t things he wants to acknowledge in the slightest or ever make known to you. External validation is necessary for him to truly feel good at this point in his life, which is something you’re privy to— just not the extent obviously.

When JT is hardly awake or really beginning to fall into what’ll be a comfortable dreamless sleep, he feels safe and secure enough to relax properly. He’s being held, allowed to be perceivably weak in a way that he deems acceptable. He can bury himself deep into the warmth and softness of your body to be protected from the nipping cold of Gotham.

It’s such a special time for him, a sacred moment that he cherishes.

You are his one precious piece of bliss.

Jason doesn’t acknowledge your gentle scalp rubs and lip balm coated kisses outside of a slight tightening of his grasp on your t-shirt. Greedily and lazily claiming his lover and her kind gestures of affection.

This is the most common and most easily detectable example of happiness from Jason. It’s somewhat complex without any explanation but still worth noting to an observant s/o of JT. I think that Jason himself though wouldn’t identify this experience (or lack of) is actually happening beyond him being happy to snuggle every once in a while. Being able to be excited to be touched instead of anxious or irrationally annoyed, it doesn’t occur to himself how often he’s in a nasty mood.

Preventing a loved one from being hurt only gives a small sense of joy that’s usually overshadowed by guilt and anger. The fact that the situation happened in the first place is somehow his own fault in the mind of Jason. But there are times where you’re able to thank him immediately after the fact, those are the times he can feel ego. That pat on the back is always a major surprise to him! Any gratitude he receives in moments so stressful boost his confidence a lot. When you do that he doesn’t have to much time to think about every specific way he fucked up, instead he’s concentrated on rationalizing why you’re complimenting something that in his head could’ve been somehow avoided.

You give him a quick hug and smile up at his faceless red helmet, telling him things could’ve ended terribly if he hadn’t been there. There is a small ping of joy radiate from within his chest. The positive reinforcement of your small affirming touches and verbal encouragement give pause to the harsh self criticisms. While the ultimate core emotions attached to this moment would be some initial surprise and frustration, there will always be a lingering feeling of pride that he got to be your hero.

As for getting a lick-back for your sake, lol, he’s pretty fucked up about it. Whether it be a lowly henchman/gang member or a notorious villain, he doesn’t know when to let up— or if he wants to. Deep down Jason derives a sick sense of joy from maiming people. It’s not his fault, but it’s his responsibility to face this dark and crooked part of himself. He knows it spooks you, it spooks all his loved ones, but he can’t help it can he? He can’t help being the twisted mangled thing Joker forced him to become.

Jason just wants you to feel safe.

He almost never feels safe so this is a favor from him to you of course..

For you to feel safe around a psycho like him.

[eiichiro]

happy birthday, @kanamesengoku ♡

ONE PIECE (1999) ✴ RORONOA ZORO created by eiichiro oda

[smthaboutusss]

vox in skirts for da soul… (he’s like thank u lord for making me this awesome 🫦)

[tvgals]

sobs 🥹

modern! domestic! miguel! o’hara x black! fem! reader <3

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SCENARIO NO. 1

on your chest laid you and miguel’s beautiful daughter. you laughed airily and ask miguel if he wanted to hold her, why would he say no?

“here you go, my love.” you whisper, putting your fragile daughter in miguel’s broad hands. he wants to cry. he wants to sob and kiss her all over her chubby face. her hair in tufts everywhere, she’s the perfect mix of you two. “she’s so pretty.. ella es perfecta. ya la amo.” miguel coos bringing her up to his own chest. “thank you so much, mi amor.” “of course. you deserve it, baby.”

“mi perfecta esposa e hija. todo mío.” he whispers, kissing you on your forehead, oh so proud of you for bringing this beautiful light into his once dark world. t; “my perfect wife and daughter. all mine.”

SCENARIO NO. 2

your daughter’s bright eyes look at miguel’s, almost identical. he’s on the floor, practically three feet away from your daughter, trying to coax her over to his buff stature. “vamos, mamá. puedes hacerlo.” he says, eyes wide and his hands waving her over, his daughter laughing and drooling. miguel couldn’t help but laugh too. you jog down the stairs to see a picture perfect sight — your husband trying to get your one year old daughter to walk. “hey.” you say, looking at how concentrated your husband was, saying hi back and smiling. “cmon, gabby, cmon.” he waves. she sticks her tongue out and spits, blabbering nonsense. miguel chuckles, turning the tv on to watch the basketball game between the nets and celtics. leaning back on his hands, he’s immersed into the tv almost immediately, not forgetting about you or his daughter.

“weeee!” your daughter giggles, pushing herself off of her hands, wobbling on her chubby legs. miguel looks over and his eyes widen, a smile making his way onto his features. “¡bebé bebé! ¡Ven aquí!” miguel calls you into the living room. you rush in to see your daughter wobbling her way to her father, his arms wide open. once she makes it over, miguel engulfs her in a hug, kissing her on her forehead. “¡Estoy tan orgulloso! tan orgulloso!” t: “i’m so proud! so so proud!”

SCENARIO NO. 3

you didn’t know how to break the news to miguel. would he be mad? would he leave you? no no..he would never. right? this was your thought process while you were mashing the potatoes in a pot, lauryn hill’s low hums ringing throughout the kitchen. “hola hermosa.” says your husband, hugging your around your waist. “hi baby.” you mumble, a sigh leaves your lips.

“what’s wrong?” he asks, pressing kisses to the crown of your head. “just thinking.” you respond. “about what? did something happen?” he inquires, pulling you closer to him. “well…yes. but nothing bad technically. maybe bad for you.” you tell your worried husband, you can feel his lips purse together. “tell me what’s wrong, te estoy suplicando.” he whines, not in a needy or helpless way, but more of a “please i need to know” way.

“i’ll tell you at the table.” you promise, putting a reassuring hand on his. he walks away and sits down in the living room, leaving you with your thoughts. almost an hour later, you announce to him the food is done, handing him his plate so he can eat. you sit down a while later after making your own plate and he looks up at you. “wanna tell me now?” he asks, putting his fork down. you take a deep breath and mutter. “impregnant.” it’s a slur of words he can’t comprehend, so he asks you; “what?” he chuckles at your nervousness.

“i’m pregnant, miguel.” you say, looking down at your food. there’s a beat of silence and you hear miguel sniff. you knew this was a bad idea. “¿en realidad?” he asks. “yes, i’m 100% serious miguel.” you promise, walking over to his side of the table. he brings you over and starts kissing your belly, tears cascading down his cheeks. “mi esposa tiene un bebe! ¡Un bebé perfecto y saludable!” he mewls, pressing his cheek to your stomach. you ruffle his hair and start crying yourself. this is the life you’ve always wanted.

[aemondapologistfrfr]

I See You As You Are

aemond x f!reader 

Series Masterlist

Summary: You are placed in marriage with a man you’ve never met. You write to him in hopes of getting to learn something about him but your letters go mostly unanswered. After arriving at court you and the Prince have already made decisions about each other that weighs down heavily on the both of you.

Warnings: miscommunication, arranged marriage, a cup of wine, both aemond and reader wanting to speak but refusing to do so

Authors Note: pls see the vision w me ik this is different from my smut smut smut smut but like give her a shot maybe 👉🏼👈🏼

Word Count: 5k

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Aemond couldn’t care less about strengthening house alliances if it meant he had to marry someone he’s never met. He didn’t necessarily see himself marrying, nonetheless being forced into one for political headaches that his mother and grandfather had caused. He even went as far to speak to Aegon to tell him he would do no such thing. After Aegon’s fit of laughter he just clapped Aemond on the back and congratulated him on the opportunity to bed a woman more than once. 

Aemond fumed and stormed out of his chambers and started to make his way down to the training yard. He walked down the stairs and threw the doors open making a straight line, avoiding the people who glanced his way. He stops on his heel when he hears the grand maester calling after him. 

“My Prince, just a moment.” the man shuffles down the stairs with a small scroll. “From your betrothed.” the maester smiles up at him before leaving him in the yard once more. 

Aemond looks down at the rolled parchment in his hands as if it’s personally begrudged him. What could you possibly need to say to him? He’s half tempted to throw it in the fire but his curiosity is getting the better of him. Sighing he steps over to the wall and breaks the seal and unrolls the parchment. 

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My Prince, 

I must admit my nerves about coming to King’s Landing at the end of the week. I’ve never been to court and I don’t know what to expect. If you had any words of advice or encouragement I would be grateful. I look forward to meeting you. No one seems to know much about you and I’ve grown quite curious. 

Your Betrothed 

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Aemond reads over your parchment two more times and scoffs before shoving it in his pocket. What do you expect him to say? Any words of encouragement.. he shakes his head. He has nothing to say and no desire to write back to you but he’s sure the maester has told his mother by now and she’ll insist. He clenches his fist before beginning to make his way to the training yard. 

“Aemond.” he closes his eye when he hears his mothers voice. He just wants to train. “Come, what did she say?” she swishes over to him. 

“None of your concern.” he looks down at her. 

“You will write back to her.” her voice firm. 

“What is the point? She’ll be here by the end of the week.” his tone clipped. 

“What did she say?” she tries to pry. 

“That she doesn’t want to come to court.” he turns to walk back to the training yard but his mother grabs his arm. 

“Let me see.” she holds out her hand. 

“No.” he spits out. 

“Aemond. Show me.” she steps closer and he flares his nostrils, shoving the parchment into her hand. She scans it over and shakes her head at him. “You will tell her you’re excited to meet her and ask if there’s anything she should want to be more comfortable.” his eye widens at her suggestion. 

“I will do no such thing.” he scoffs at her. “I’m going to train.” he snatches the parchment out of her fingers before making his way to the training yard once more. 

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You curse yourself as you wait all morning for a raven to come. It was wishful to think the Prince would write back to you, but you couldn’t help but hope. By the time it was midday you had given up and started down the steps of the tower. You stopped and decided you were going to send him another letter. With no care or not if he answered this one, you sat at the desk and picked up the quill and ink. 

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Prince Aemond, 

Most of my trunks are packed now. I scarcely recognize my own chambers any longer. We’re to start our journey to King's Landing the day after tomorrow. My nerves have been getting the best of me. I hope to hear from you before we leave. 

Your Betrothed

~

You fan the ink off, helping it dry before you begin to roll it. You pour a small amount of wax on and press the seal onto the paper. You hand it off to a maester and make your way back down the steps. When you make it out in the courtyard you look around with glassy eyes already missing your home and you haven’t even left yet. You quickly dry your eyes and make your way back to your chambers. 

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Gods above you sent him another letter. He snatches the rolled parchment and storms back to his chambers and sits at his table with his head in his hands. He had hoped this situation would just go away and maybe if he ignored you, you wouldn’t come to court. He stares at the parchment before opening it and reading. He read it twice more and memorized how his name looked in your handwriting. 

Aemond groans, rubbing his face and letting the parchment fall to the table. He leans back in the chair before picking up the parchment and reading your curt words over again. He rises and grabs a piece of parchment along with his ink and quill before sitting back down. He stares at the blank parchment at a loss for what to say. 

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Court lacks anything of importance at the moment. My mother has urged me to offer you anything that will make you more comfortable. Make your requests and they will be done. 

Aemond Targaryen

~

He reads over his message and nods. As the ink dries he begins to melt the wax to seal it, shaking his head at sending you a raven. He quickly rolls the parchment and seals it, blowing on the wax. Walking to his door quickly he takes the parchment to the maester before he changes his mind and throws the message into the fire. The maester smiles at the small roll and Aemond waits until he sees the raven begin to carry it into the sky. 

He scrunches his brow wishing he didn’t send it in the first place. He debates whether it’d be worth it to get on Vhagar and have her burn every raven an hour out of the city. Annoyance washes through him that you even wrote to him in the first place and forced this decision upon him. Letters matter little when you’ll be here in days, it’s simply a waste of time. 

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It seems as if the Prince is a man of few words. You’ve gathered he has no desire to speak with you and a pit settles at the bottom of your stomach. Nerves wash through you thinking about marrying this man. You know you have no choice in the matter so you pull out a piece of parchment and begin to write out your requests. 

You look over the parchment nodding to yourself before sealing it and sending it off with a raven. As you walk down the stairs you slow, thinking how this will be your last time doing so. Your last afternoon in the gardens of your childhood. Your last night in your bed in your home. 

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This morning Aemond makes his way directly to the maester to receive the parchment he knows he received. The maester opens the door with a smile and places the roll in his hand. He turns on his heel and returns to his chamber to read over your requests privately. 

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Aemond Targaryen, 

I see. All that I request is access to the library and garden. 

~

He has read over your fifteen words exactly that many times. His brow furrows and he has a strange feeling in his chest at your short reply. He clenches his jaw and tosses the parchment on top of the other two and pours himself a small cup of wine. Of course you would have access to those things. Do you think you’re his prisoner? Maybe being betrothed to him was like being a prisoner. He knows when you finally see him you’ll think that. 

He shakes his head and finishes the wine before walking back over to your three letters. His eye scans over them, all the while his anger begins to slowly rise. Snatching up the parchments he walks over to the hearth prepared to burn them until he hesitates. He groans and opens the drawer on his side table and shoves them in before slamming it shut. He storms out of his chambers to go lose himself to his training once more. 

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Aemond flares his nostrils as his mother fusses over his doublet. He bats her hands away and she gives him a warning look. He hears the doors start to groan open and his mother turns and stands with a straight back next to him. Aemond scans over every person who steps foot through the doors wondering if he’ll be able to know who you are. 

You tell yourself you’re going to keep your eyes on the ground so you don’t lose your nerve. Not that you had any nerve to begin with. You were terrified to meet Aemond and had no desire to meet him for the first time in a room full of people. Despite everything when you step into the hall your eyes snap up and you know exactly who he is. 

You look directly at him and he’s already staring at you. You watch as his eye scans you over before he raises his chin and looks away. You feel your cheeks flush as you continue to walk deeper into the hall. He watches from the corner of his eye as your skirts trail behind you as you come to stand across from him. He can feel you staring at him and he slowly turns his attention back to you. 

You look up at him and shrink under his gaze as his head slowly turns back to you. Gods, he’s so intimidating. There’s a small frown on his face as he turns his gaze away from you once more. You smooth your skirts and try to focus on the words being spoken but all you can hear is your heart pounding in your ears. 

His mind is filled with the picture of how nervous you look. Your cheeks are flushed and you can barely look at him. Your hands are clasped in front of you as you keep your head down. He continues to steal glances at you until his mother elbows him and he glares down at her. 

“What?” he hisses before noting how the hall is quiet. 

“Ask to take her to the gardens.” she says through her teeth. Gods right now? He looks at you and sees you chewing on your lower lip and sighs. He clears his throat and steps forward. 

“Would you like to walk through the gardens?” your eyes snap up to him at his soft voice. You nod once and he offers you his arm. He watches you stare at his outstretched arm and clenches his jaw as the second tick by. “May I escort you?” he tries to subtly prompt. 

“Oh, yes, of course.” you mutter lightly grabbing onto his arm. 

He leads you out to the garden and you both walk in a heavy silence. You have no idea what to say and you can see him clenching his jaw tightly. He catches every small change of expression on your face. Your eyes widen as you walk into the gardens taking in their grandeur. Your mouth opens and he thinks you’re going to finally speak but then you snap it shut the next second. 

Aemond doesn’t know what to say so he continues to silently lead you down the stone path. You take mental notes of flowers and small alcoves you plan on visiting on your own and keep pace with him hoping for this walk to end. You wish to see your chambers and settle after your travels. You can tell Aemond would rather be anywhere else than with you at the moment you try to hurry your pace. 

Aemond furrows his brow at your sudden hurried steps. Why were you walking faster than before? Had you hated your walk that much? Sure it was quiet but you had requested the gardens in your letter. Maybe you hadn’t wanted to be here with him. He knew you didn’t want to be here with him. He lets go of your arm and he watches your steps falter before you continue at his side with your hands held together. 

Your face heats so thoroughly and you feel tears well in your eyes when he releases your arm. Embarrassment washes through you for holding onto his arm as long as you did. Surely you should’ve let go long before that. Maybe that’s why he was so quiet. You shake your head and wipe at your eyes as subtly as you can, willing the tears to just disappear. 

Aemond hears your sniffle before you even wipe at your eyes. His mind races trying to figure out what’s wrong and why you're crying. You must loathe the idea of having to marry him. He doesn’t know what to do so he keeps walking and looking ahead. You shake your head softly and square your shoulders as if nothing happened and continue the silent walk. 

By the time the both of you walk back into the Keep you have your composure once more. A flock of handmaidens come to your side once at the main steps and whisk you away from Aemond much to your relief. You wonder if you should’ve said goodbye but he made no attempt to say anything so neither did you. 

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Aemond slams his sword down onto his opponent's blade feeling the man’s hold begin to waver. You left him in the hall without saying anything or even looking back at him. He couldn't blame you. He’s sure you're disappointed in him. You surely expected a Prince who is beautiful and gallant and you received him. He pulls his sword back to jab it at the man and he falls to the ground. Aemond looks down at him unimpressed before leaving the man in the dirt and stalking out of the yard. 

As he walks back into the Keep he spots you walking down the stairs at his mothers side. Your eyes catch on him before you quickly look away with red cheeks. He glances at his mother who is smiling at him and he groans knowing this will be no good. 

“Aemond.” she hums softly. “I was just talking about you.” his eye narrows at her and she smiles. “I was telling her how much you love the library and if anyone could show her around them it would be you.” she gives him a pointed look. 

“Or one of the maesters who work within the walls.” he mutters. 

“Nonsense.” she shakes her head. “You’re there daily.” he exhales loudly at her words and slides his eye to you. 

“When do you want to see the library?” he watches your eyes look up at him and when he thinks you’re about to speak his mother does. 

“Now.” she nods. “Then I’ll have lunch prepared for the both of you.” she smiles offering you a gentle squeeze on your arm before she leaves you with Aemond. 

“Do you truly wish to see the library?” he looks down at you. 

“If it’s not too much trouble.” your voice small. 

“This way then.” he starts down the hall not checking if you’re following or not. 

You stare after him walking down the hall before you start to follow after him. Your steps are quick until you’re at his side and he’s looking down at you. You don’t acknowledge his stare and instead take in your surroundings excited for when you’re settled and have more time to explore. As you round the next corner your face smashes into a chest. 

“Is this your betrothed, brother?” Aemond clenches his jaw as Aegon's hands hold on to your arms to steady you. “You’re quite beautiful.” you blush at his words. 

“Thank you, my King.” you whisper and he chuckles. 

“You can call me Aegon.” he brushes his fingers against your cheek. 

“Well if you’ll excuse us, Aegon.” Aemond grits out through his teeth. 

“Oh yes, the library cannot wait.” Aegon chuckles and continues on down the hall. “Lovely to meet you.” he tosses over his shoulder. 

Aemond is rigid beside you and you watch him inhale deeply, closing his eye. You go to place your hand on his arm in comfort but then remember the garden walk and bring your hand back to your side. When he opens his eye he sees you looking up at him before quickly averting your gaze. You bring your eyes down to your nails, finding them suddenly interesting. 

“This way to the library.” his words clipped as he starts down the hallway leaving you yet again to trail after him. 

You catch up to his side once more and stop with him in front of a set of massive doors. You crane your head up to the ceilings taking in the detail of the wood. Aemond watches you look at the doors in wonder and when a maester pushes the door open he hears the soft gasp from you. You peer inside before the door clicks shut again and take a tentative step towards the doorway. 

“Can we go in?” you turn and look up at him. 

“Is that not why I brought you here?” he watches your smile falter at his words and he sighs pushing the doors open for you. You step in and your eyes dance across all of the shelves. “I’ll tell a maester you're here and to help if you need.” he nods his head and leaves you. 

You watch as he walks over to a man in a cream robe curled over a desk. They exchange hushed words and the man glances your way before looking back up at Aemond. He shakes his head and stalks out of the library and the doors click shut behind him. Were you supposed to follow him? You thought he was going to show you around, that’s the impression his mother had given you. You shake the thoughts out of your head and begin at the first shelf. You go to grab a book from the shelf and the man in the cream robe is on his feet instantly. 

“This is the maesters section.” he lightly takes the book from your hands and places it back on the shelf. “Might I point you in the direction of something more comely for a lady such as yourself.”

“Oh,” you look at the ground, feeling your cheeks heat. “I’m sorry. I-“ you shake your head, wanting to flee. 

“No need to apologize.” his words are soft. “Come. Upstairs is where we house our more interesting stories.” he smiles and you feel your shoulders begin to relax. 

“Thank you. I would appreciate that greatly.” you nod once and begin to follow him. 

“Is there a particular story you were in search of?” he leads you over to the stone steps. 

You tell him of the story you were reading before you left home. You couldn’t quite remember the name but you gave him basic details and he leads you into a smaller section by the windows. You take in the plush couches and chairs and within seconds a couple servants are coming out and lighting candles for you and offering to bring you tea. 

“These shelves contain stories of such nature.” he smiles, pulling a book down. “I believe this to be the paired book to the one you were explaining.” he places it delicately in your hands. 

“They’ve made a second?” you smile opening the cover. “Could I borrow this from the library?” your eyes dart around all the shelves. 

“But of course.” he nods. “I’ll leave you to read. Your tea should be to you momentarily. Is there anything else I could assist you with?” you chew your lip wondering whether to inquire about Aemond or not. 

“Did he say he was coming back?” you want him to come back and stay away all the same. 

“He did not say.” he averts his eyes.

“Then that is all.” you nod letting your smile reappear. “Thank you again, maester.” he nods to you and makes his way back down the stairs. 

You take your book and curl up in the chair near the window. The sheer size of the library could have you lost and you’ve never been more thankful for an escape. A servant rushes over with a cup of tea before leaving you once more. You open your book and allow yourself to relax back against the chair as you start on the prologue. For the next couple of hours you immerse yourself into the fairytale that offers you promises and thoughts of sweet Princes who will kiss your hand and talk with you for hours in the garden. 

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The past two days Aemond shared maybe a total of twenty words with you and that is generous. He mostly just hums and nods his head before disappearing until you both have to share a meal. Tonight his mother has prepared a dinner for the both of you in the gardens in hopes that you will start to warm up to one another. 

Aemond looks down at his mother as she picks out a new jerkin for him to wear tonight. He flares his nostrils at every suggestion and his patience is wearing thin, if he had any to begin with. When she tells him to leave his dagger behind he shakes his head once and escorts her out of his chambers. 

“You are to receive her from her chambers within-

“Yes. I’m aware.” he sighs and clicks his door shut quickly. 

Aemond kicks all of the servants and handmaidens out of his chambers with a few clipped words. He walks over to his window and stares across the bay, slowly shutting his eye. He tries to calm his mind before your shared meal. It’s not the first and he’s accepted it is nowhere near your last. He digs his fingers into the stone ledge before turning and stalking over to his door. 

The halls are dim and full of low chatter that he ignores as he starts down the next hall. With every step he can just picture the horror on your face at having to sit across from him. He grips the hilt of his dagger, the coarse leather offering him a semblance of comfort. He slows his steps as he stops in front of your doors and brings his fist up to knock. You open the door quickly and tilt your head to look up at him. 

“Good evening, my Prince.” you try to offer him a smile but lose your nerve and look down. 

“Are you ready for supper?” he watches you look back into your chambers. 

“Do you know if it’s cold? Should I bring a shawl?” you nibble your lip bringing his attention to your mouth. 

“Do you not have windows of your own?” he watches you shrink in on yourself and begins to feel his chest tighten. Is this guilt? For what? “I’ll wait here while you get your shawl.” his soft words equally surprise you both. 

You nod your head once and shuffle over to your wardrobe pulling out the piece of fabric. He rolls his eye at the fact you think that would ever keep the cold away but when he watches you wrap it around your shoulders he stiffens. He pushes the thought out of his head as you walk back over to him. 

“Are you ready?” he offers you his arm and you feel your heart stop. 

He watches you stare at his arm and he clenches his jaw giving you three more- your hand grabs onto his forearm. He shuts your chamber door and begins to escort you down the hall. As you walk down the steps you feel everyone’s eyes on the two of you and you scoot a fraction of an inch closer to him. You know people won’t approach him so maybe if you cling to him you’ll both be left alone. 

He feels his chest swell when you dig your fingers into his arm and practically curl into his side. He looks down at you and sees you staring at the floor. He lifts his head back up and the people staring at the both of you quickly avert their attention. He leads you out of the main doors and starts towards the gardens. Your grip loosens once there’s a lack of people and he understands. 

“I’m sorry.” you mumble letting go of his arm and he frowns. “I know I shouldn’t hold on to you for so long. I just.. I don’t know. Forgive me, my Prince.” you shake your head and he stops and you take a couple more steps before turning to him. 

“Why shouldn’t you hold on to my arm?” he studies your face as it flushes. 

“Because you don’t like it. The first day in the gardens you let go and.. It was foolish of me. I’m sorry if I’ve ruined the evening.” your face starts to get hot and you feel your eyes welling with tears. When you look up at him with glassy eyes he feels something strange in his chest. “If you want me to go back to my chambers I’ll understand.” you quickly wipe at your eyes. 

He mulls over your words trying to make sense of them. You’re crying because you want to hold onto his arm and are nervous that he’ll send you away for wanting to do so. He shakes his head softly, deciding to think more on that later but right now he just wants you to stop crying and looking at him as if he scolded you. 

“Would you like to dine in the gardens?” he watches you nod your head once and he lets out a small puff of breath. “And would you like to hold onto my arm?” he watches you look to his arm and up to him and give him a small nod. “Then may I escort you to our table?” he holds his arm out for you and you look up at him in question. 

You reach out for his arm half expecting him to chuckle and turn on his heel and leave but instead he steps closer. He starts to lead you through the gardens once more and for the first time the silence isn’t so stifling. There is still tension but nowhere near as much the first time in the gardens. He leads you to the small gazebo lit with hundreds of candles and at the table he pulls your chair out for you. You mumble out a thanks and he nods once before taking his seat across from you. 

Servants surround the tables once you’re both settled and begin filling glasses and bringing out food. Aemond watches as you thank each servant softly before they leave the two of you. You feel his gaze yet make no move to meet it as you pick up your wine. Your eyes quickly flick to him and he averts his gaze first. He picks up his cup in place of starting the conversation he so badly wants to have secretly hoping you’ll talk first. 

As the minutes tick by the silence becomes heavier as the meal goes on. You steal glances at each other but neither of you are willing to speak. Your mind is still back at the garden's entrance when he offered you his arm once more. Something seems to have slightly shifted but you’re too scared to speak on it, nervous that it will go back to how it was before. 

Aemond watches your brow furrow and unfurrow throughout the course of the meal and he wishes you would just tell him what you’re thinking. He doesn’t want to ask, nervous that you’ll start crying once more. It wasn’t his intention to upset you, he just assumed you were upset because of him. Well you were upset with him but for completely different reasons than he had thought. 

After the meal he walks to your side of the table and offers you his arm. You look up at him and offer him a smile while placing your hand around his forearm. He walks you back to your chambers in silence once more and you both linger outside of your chambers, both wanting to say something but having no idea what to say. 

“Thank you for dining with me tonight, my Prince.” you nod your head and go to turn into your chambers. 

“Aemond.” your hand stops on the metal handle as his voice. You look over your shoulder at him with scrunched brows. “I’d prefer it if you called me Aemond.” he nods. 

“Have a good night, Aemond.” you smile softly at him before sealing yourself inside your chambers. 

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[roubee]

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Polychamps child what’s ur opinion

very silly.... i may draw them with my new polychamp kids when i feel better.....

[b0tch3d-analog]

how i feel after following anyone with an outsiders pfp

[lavendersgirl]

caitvi sex scene so freaky and lesbian that it disgusts the men🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

[eternallyunrested]

As a Donna sympathizer, this was top 10 worst moments in human history

This is what I listened to while drawing this

[mika-you-nerd]

Duality of man

Trust me I am super normal about this guy

[alcazarofthestars]

i love Phainon, pls dont end up like kevin