#i also have never watched dragon ball

[bukmarked]

the ability to write and come up with new ideas reentering my body when i have life-altering exams

[multi-messhole]

🎶Mr Kraaaabs🎶

🎶I Have an Ideaaa🎶

[Read the tags if you want an explanation, but be caution as I DO ramble a bit in this 💔☠️]

[guidingthulite]

what a polite young man! i sure hope he wasn't saying some untranslatable cursed pun that made his best friend react like that!

[dumpsterbabytrunks]

i've always maintained that trunks was concieved and born, on two separate occasions, in a dumpster but i'd like to elaborate on that.

i think his conception went. about as you'd expect from a one night stand? just... in a dumpster bc time was of the essence

his birth tho? i think bulma was walking thru satan city, heavily pregnant, when her water broke and (a) she said aw shit i gotta find a dumpster or (b) she said "i need somewhere soft to lie down" and the person she was with, probably goku, says no problem i know a place (the dumpster)

[nagihonos]

finally got around to watching dragon ball super hero and

[quinnifredtt]

Akira Toriyama made Goku and went "this design is so fire" and made every other character look like him too.

Hey everyone! I made a "fun" "game" to torture my friends with! Which is weird because surely everyone knows what Goku looks like? Should be pretty simple?

Reviews:

"got i think one question in and went Ah fuck. SHIT"

"what do you mean one of them is actually called gohanks i thought that was a joke"

"THIS IS NOT OKAY"

[a9saga]

should i watch dragon ball or dragon ball z?

[venmondiese]

DRAGON COINS

masterlist ✧works in procress ✧ AO3

-ˋˏsummary: Prince Aemond finds his way to the Street of Silk once again, and he finds certain... familiarity with one of the whores. Yet, that doesn't stop neither of you to let your desires take over. (based on this request)

✧pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Bastard!Female Reader.

✧word count: 4.1k

✧warnings: : MDNI 18+, p in v sex, targcest, oral (m) receiving, brat taming, very slight almost unnoticeable implied aegond AND (not so subtle) that reader is aegon's bastard, aemond is a dilf.. hehe, they are both insane.

You were the prettiest woman at the brothel; most men always repeated that to you. And for a fact, you knew it very well. 

You loved dancing; always have. You used to imagine yourself as a royal princess at balls and court events, who wore the prettiest dresses and the most extravagant headpieces, full of veils, patterns, and many details of gold, purple. You imagined, as well, that you would have a nicer figure, full of food, and expensive things, like caviar, and have meat all day. 

Yet you were not a princess. You didn’t dress in purple, didn't have anything gold, you never attended a ball or court. You just looked the part; with bright violet eyes, silver hair and that Targaryen’s appearance that called the attention. 

Your mother told you that your father was a prince; she never said more. You always thought who it could be. Daemon? He was away at that time. Laenor? The rumours of his liking of men didn’t help. Aegon? He was barely of age by the time you were conceived.

If it was a lie, or a truth, you did not know; you only knew that everyone was enchanted by your appearance; your bright eyes, that your mother often compared them to one of a doe; your lips, always pink without the need of any makeup. You were a natural, born to shine among the common people. 

Inevitably, you ended up in a brothel. As a dancer, with exotic clothes from Lys, and some large feather fan for your dances, and you learned how to do your hairstyles the same way Lyseni girls did, since they were the best of the best. 

You were the best of the best. You made sure of it. You had something special, the looks, and the wits. Just not the money nor position for it.  

Most of the time, the Brothel opens at the ninth bell rang of the day, when the sun starts falling down, and people come home from their work, and just some time after men get paid for their daily works. 

It was the eighth toll of the bell when you were helping one of the new girls out. She had auburn hair, and almost as long as yours; and you were helping her do a crown of braids. You heard the consistent knock on the door, and you frowned for a bit, as you walked towards the door. 

It was a hooded figure, tall, and looking around as if he was followed. You frown a bit, watching his shoes; you could tell a lot from a man's shoes. This one wore boots, black and slightly muddy. He also smelt strong, like fire, somehow. Oddly enough, he didn’t speak when he moved his eye to watch you silently.

“We are not open.” you say to him, holding the door close, just so half of your body could be seen. “Wait for the next bell toll”

“Call your Madame” He says, abruptly, rude as men used to be; never lacking that audacity that their demands have.

“The brothel opens-”

“I heard you fine the first time” he repeats, as if he didn’t have the time “Call your Madame” he says, throwing a bag full of coins as if nothing, as if he wanted to buy your silence.

You frowned as you knelt to grab the bag, and from that angle you could see the small silver hairs that he intended to hide in that hood, and the eye patch, covering his left eye as the other one, with a deep purple tone watched you intently. You could see the small dragon patterns on his clothes, and how even his cloak had gold details, with little dragons.

It was prince Aemond. You have never seen him up close before, perhaps you had seen Vhagar around the skies from time to time. You heard that he takes his sons to fly often. Just as his grandsire, he had been left a widow with two sons. Not that he shared a love for his late wife, and he did not care to seek another bride.

Yet, prideful as you were, made a face and turned around, opening the door for him as you guided him towards the personal room of the Madame. Although, it seems as if he knew the place since quite some time. 

You watch intently at the prince, who the Madame compliments as older. You suppose he looks older, you didn’t quite remember how old prince Aemond truly is. You remember the celebrations for his five and twenty name day, but you couldn’t quite recall how many years ago that was.

“Should I fetch something, Madame?” You ask simply to Madame Sylvi, who sits in the middle of the bed, and yet prince Aemond doesn’t mind your presence as he starts undressing, taking his cloak off, followed by his eye patch. 

He has no shame, truly. You watch how he takes off that leather jerkin, embroidered with dragon details made of gold, as if gold didn’t have a better use than to be embroidered on a prince’s clothes that he probably uses once or twice before asking the tailor for other clothes. 

“No, do not worry. You tell Daisy that she is in charge tonight”

Interesting. You think, as the prince takes off his breeches, and you turn around to close the curtains, leaving your Madame to take care of the prince. And yet, you took an unshameful glimpse of his ass, smiling as you walked to finish the braids for your friend. 

And that routine continued for quite a while, you now noticed when prince Aemond arrived at the brothel, sometime before it opened, sometimes near the end of the night. Sometimes he came day after day, and others it was weeks apart. 

You danced the most on busy days, and you refused to dance when you did not want to. You were as spoiled as a little princess, which gained you some popularity among the workers and the clients. Some of them called you a ‘little princess’ and others a ‘spoiled cunt’, and yet you didn’t mind because you knew you could be both. 

It was probably one of your new dances, with a bold sound of the lute as you moved the expensive fan around, as if teasing the audience with more peeks of your body. This was a busy day, and so, a lot of men were gathered around watching whatever lewd display it was shown on the occasion. 

A jousting was held by the Royal Family, and so a lot of lords and knights came to the city, which means that the street of Silk was at its full capacity, and every man looking for a woman to fuck. And you also knew that most squires that wanted to be knights came here to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh before a joust. 

Yet, you don’t miss the one purple eye that watches you intently, still hiding before one of his expensive cloaks with dragon designs. He wasn’t as subtle as he thought he was, at all. Perhaps he could be several years older, yet you know better than him. He could read books, but you have to survive day to day. 

Your long hair was braided in a Valyrian-Lyseni way, as you wore some gold detailed hair rings as you asked for them especially for tonight. Men had an appetite for women with that Valyrian looks, and you were an especially fine one. 

With every turn of your hips, you saw the expectancy of his eye, in the back of the crowd yet in the middle and not missing a thing. Prince Aemond was an especially eager one, instead of screaming and cheering at the swift movement of your body, he just remained quiet.

He was observant, he was ambitious, and you were the best. 

You weren’t surprised when he made a signal for one of the girls serving the ale, and whispered something in her ear. And you weren’t surprised either when the same girl was waiting for you at the edge of the platform where you performed.

He wanted you. 

And gods damned you if you didn’t want him. Because even with the whispers and rumours about prince Aemond, he was still one of the most divine Targaryen on earth. He might be older than you, but that never stopped you, at all. And with a chance like this? 

“He is a very exclusive client” Madame Sylvi says, as if instructing you as she walks you through the brothel “Likes very exclusive things, all of them you will please. If he wants to talk, you hear. You will touch him if he asks you, and you’ll do anything he wants. He usually gives you orders; how to be, what to do, what to say. You’ll do that- He likes having things in control and preparing for it. And something else; he doesn’t kiss” She says slightly annoyed. “A rule of his. He doesn’t like it. Not then, not now” 

You walk, not at all bothered by that rule. You shrug, and take notes, but something in your gut tells you it will be different, somehow. 

“I have been told you wanted me, my prince” you say softly, as you enter the exclusive room that Aemond was in. 

He looked at you; a hum left his lips without entertaining more in the conversation. He looked at you, as if thinking for a while. His shirt was undone, and his boots were still on, as his pants were a bit messy. . 

“Wine?” You ask walking toward the small cabinet with cups and some of the best ale and wine. Particular rooms were for expensive clients, those who paid stags… sometimes you could get a bag with some coins with the face of King Jaehaerys.

“No” he says simply. 

You shrug, the small jewellery tinkling as you walk, serving the wine for you to drink. If he didn’t need one, that’s okay. But you needed a small sip for courage, for your hips to lose up a little bit. 

“Are you Lyseni?” Aemond asks, his cold and stoic tone not changing. Most of the time, you’d say yes, to please the men like him that knew that Lyseni girls were the best whores. But you think prince Aemond asks for other reasons.

“No”

“A bastard, then” 

You watch him through your eyelashes. Was he more interested in your services or your blood? You were sure that both could please him very much.

“Yes.”

He hums, as if the thought interests him very much. You are aware of the bulge on his pants, by the way his legs are apart and he is leaning back, very much interested in you. 

“Care for a dance, my prince?” You ask, taking in your hand the fans, walking closer to him. “I’ve been told I am the best. I don‘t think you deserve anything but” 

It’s the small nod he gives that encourages you to move your hips, with no music but the one in your head. Years and years of dancing, you know the thrill by now. 

Translucent fabric from Essos, gives nothing to imagination, and it serves to give a more lustful touch to your body. It pushes your breasts up in the right way, and you can see the one eye of the prince roaming in your figure.

As you leave the fans, walking closer to him, he then asks again.

“You are Waters, then. A bastard from my father?” 

“Nuh-uh” you murmur, your hands going to his breeches, undoing them. 

“My uncle” 

“No”  

“Hm” he hums, looking at how his pants are undone, and his cock is rock hard, resting against his low abdomen, as if demanding attention from you. 

There was something about Targaryens that was so divine. 

“My brother, then?” 

You smirk, raising your eyebrows as if the mere question amuses you.

“I think you might know…” you murmur, watching him closely. Maybe he was old to keep up with your games, and less eager than most men who you attended to; with no problems in engaging with your games. 

Prince Aemond was a mature man, who had real duties to attend, and more concerns rather than which whore will he fuck today. And that aroused you. How little he seems to care about you, playing hard to get. It made you eager, and you realised that you were falling for his games instead.

“That makes you...” he murmurs, watching your lips. 

Targaryen. Valyrian. Dragon bound. His niece. All of those words he could say. Yet he doesn’t say anything else, words lingering in the air.

You raise your eyebrows, and a slight smirk appears on your lips. 

“Mhm. I might just be, my prince” 

Your hand drew slow patterns on his cock, stroking it softly as you two engaged on this odd talk. 

“Or you might not be”

“Or I might not be”

He watched your eyes intently; purple meeting purple. This man was calculating, and you could see it in his face. 

“That’s the thrill of it, I’d say” 

“You have his face” he murmurs, his thumb moving to touch your lips faintly. 

“So I have been told.”

He agrees with your statement as his hands move to take off the translucent fabric of your dress. You had many men touching you… but never the way that Aemond Targaryen did. His hands felt warm on your skin, and his touch felt right.

Aemond was an experienced man, and you noticed. He doesn't waste time fooling around, as the Madame told you. You were off your clothes in no time, as he had you right in his lap, comfortably. 

“What do you want me to do, my prince?” You ask, softly. 

He seems to think of an answer before saying. “Do your very best. Surprise me, if you can”

His hands slide down to the swell of your hips, firm grip as he watches your face; almost amazed, and by how he pulls your body closer to his chest, he was aroused too. 

Your hands go towards his shoulders, as you use that to hold as you grind against his own cock. The fabric from his open pants tickled your thighs as you straddled his lap, and yet that was the last of your worries. You were so horny, unlike many times, you were dripping wet for this man. 

Lewd moans spilled from your lips, one of your hands moving to cup his face, feeling the heavy breathing that came from his mouth. He was an intense one, his single eye never left your gaze; and you weren’t one to lose a challenge. 

“I think you are a spoiled thing” His tone is breathy, as he squeezes the flesh on your hips to force your cunt to grind against his cock, greedy as a dragon. 

“Been told so” your voice is more agitated, and you lean forward as if to kiss him, just to push your luck, and he moves his head slightly back. You giggle, trying to suppress a moan at his growl. 

“You little...” he says, yet a smirk appears on his lips due to the provocation. 

“Hm?” You ask almost innocently. “Didn’t do anything…”

“Spoiled whore” he says, with his chin and lips moving closer to yours, and you nod. “Proud of that?”

“I don’t hide anything, my prince” 

Aemond’s hands move upwards to your waist, and it takes him no real effort to turn you over on the bed, positioning himself between your legs as your back hits the mattress, gasping in surprise at the sudden movement, as you move some of your hair out of your face.

“I wanted to suck your cock” you say, using your elbows to get some height as he moves his hands to pull down his pants.

“And I want to fuck you” he says as if he was the one in the right, and it was obvious he lived to dominate. 

“And I want to suck your cock” you repeat, stubbornly.

“I am the one paying” he reminds you. Not upset, but more amusedly annoyed at your brattiness. It amused him greatly, to see a thing like you defy him. 

“Yes. And you said for me to surprise you, so I think I get the right to decide”

He has a smirk, yet his eye showed how amazed (and annoyed) he was.

“Brat” he spits the word, as he moves your legs apart further. 

You feel his dick slide against your slit, yet he only does to tease you, and to arouse himself more. You moan, feeling as if you could cum just by him doing that. What was this man doing to you?

“You are unfair” 

“Want to suck my cock? Fine, you’ll suck my fucking cock” He says, taking you by the shoulder, moving you to sit back up, and pushing you over the edge to the bed. “Go on.” He says patronisingly. Manhandling you to every whim he might have. “Fucking slut, come on, suck my cock”

He didn’t have to tell you twice. You were all over his dick, sucking every part you can of it. Seeing him over you, his hair loose as he was hard as a rock, and his hand grabbed your silvery hair, taking it into his hand with wonder. He was into it.

Your purple eyes look up to him, your lips around his cock as your obscene sounds delight his arousal. He groans as he pulls your hair, forcing you to take more and more of him.

Your hand caresses his balls softly, as if trying to caress every part of him. He was truly divine, and you knew something; you two were of the very same blood. And Aemond knew that too. Not that it stopped you, truly.

“Enough” He commands, forcing you to be up. You were about to protest, you were barely beginning! “Stop whining, bratty princess” It is now that he pulls you towards his lap, in a hurry that could only be interpreted as desperation and hunger. 

Princess. Coming from a royal’s mouth. Coming from what you think is your own blood. The sound that leaves your mouth isn’t fake, as you used to do when other clients complimented you. That one, and all the rest, was real. Just for him. 

The feeling of his cock entering inside you was truly like no other, you felt just like a court maiden, touched for the very first time, your hands gripping on his shoulders as he grabbed you by your thighs, making you to go down onto his cock, and the feeling of your pussy engulfing him whole, greedily… drove Aemond mad. 

“Fuck” he mutter against your lips, almost groaning. “Fuck, just like... Fuck…” 

As if the smugness from your eyes went away, your big eyes scan his face, as if searching for anything. “Fuck me” 

“I am fucking you” Aemond murmurs, his tone tense. 

“P-Please” You beg, pathetically, needing the feeling of his dick pounding hard and with no mercy against you “Fuck me, please, f-fuck me”

Your plea serves him enough, he leans back on the pillows just a bit, making it easy for you to have a better hold of him, and rest on his chest, as he took your hips and forced you to take his cock, fucking you on it. It drove you mad. 

Your first try to grip his shoulders, as your loud and lewd sounds fill the room, but it seems useless, your hands slipping off his shoulders, as your cunt squeezes his cock. You were desperate, your forehead pressed against his chest as your mouth was open, as if you could not have any control over your body, a little thread of drool coming out of your mouth. 

“Fuck me, please, please”

“Greedy princess, hm?” Aemond sounds smug, as he spanks your ass hard. The slap sound resonates in the room, along with the wet sounds and more sounds of your skin against his. 

“Yes, I am such… a needy girl”

“Always have been” he murmurs, picking up a pace as his hips start to meet your thrusts. You realised then, that it was affecting him as bad as you. Perhaps the pleasure was blinding you, but his tone was tense, his grip stronger and he was more demanding of you. He was solving it; and that only fuelled the fire.

“Yes. Please…” You murmurs, and as bold as you are, you murmur “Uncle, please” 

That sends him over the edge of madness. His pace is relentlessly, and his mouth only lets out groans and guttural sounds, as he insists on pounding hard on you, his hands on your ass as he pulls your hips down, his cock filling you in the most exquisite way, as his balls hit your skin from the force of impact. 

He slaps you when you move your head to see him, eyes full of need and pleasure. He seems to get off on it; and you won’t deny him anything. You know it. And you do love when he takes his frustration out on you, it is even better than the composed version of himself, stoic, cold and uncaring that he presented first. The unhinged version is... So much better.

“You will cum in my cock” He orders you, his low tone is a proof of his desperation about it “You’ll be a good little princess...” He grabs your platinum hair to make your head go up, your face closer to his. “And you’ll cum on my cock.” He says against your lips. 

You kind of don’t care about the ‘rule’ he has, because as soon as you feel the hot breath of his hit your lips, you lean slightly to kiss him, even if the grip on your hair makes it painful. And to your surprise, he doesn’t pull away. 

There is lewdness as his cock opens your cunt, sloppy sounds and moans that spilled from your mouth over and over again. You had to squeeze your eyes shut due to the pleasure, focusing only on the feeling of him.

Your cunt felt on fire, you could only imagine how it felt around him, but you are getting so overwhelmed with pleasure that your right hand grip on his shoulder hard. You take the reins of your pleasure, moving your hips up and down, trying to get every grasp of pleasure. 

The position not only makes you shake with mind blowing pleasure, but also presents all of your tits on Aemond’s face, jumping in front of him as his dick hits the deepest part of you. 

“Fuck, princess” he mutters, another harsh spank on your ass that makes your moan loudly. 

He had the girth that you needed to feel full. He made you feel more than that, you felt alive. Truly alive. The head of his manhood hitting repeatedly all of the right parts, making you moan, his hand gripping on your ass as he also felt the same pleasure.

“I’m going to cum inside you, princess” he says. And that’s all it takes for you to cum on his cock.

You shake as your orgasm hits you, your thighs feel mire forced to be open, and your cunt craves to feel his cum flooding your insides, filling you with his seed. You craved it so bad; it had you moaning more and more.  

Aemond uses your body, still shaking and limper to fuck you, his cock full of your juices as he groans, throwing his head back as he mutters some words in high Valyrian, cumming hard in your welcoming pussy. 

“Iksā sepār hae zirȳla.  Hylagon hae zirȳla.  Aōha kepa se kesā sagon ñuha morghon.  JēDar hen iksā ñuhon” Aemond groans his grip firm as he makes sure not a drop of his cum gets out of your pussy. 

As you catch your breath, you feel a bit limp on Aemond’s chest. He was sweaty, so were you. And you were tired, feeling the bruises of his marks on your delicate skin. You feel his seed coming out of your cunt, and that makes you whimper. 

“You are beautiful” He murmurs, his thumb caressing your lower lip. You take it on your mouth, playfully, sucking it just a bit to tease him. Aemond hums, very pleased. “Just like your father” 

As he extends his arm, he takes the bad of coins, and takes some of them into his hand, showing the gold to you.

“Full of it, just for you.” Prince Aemond murmurs, his hand caressing your lower back. “But you have to be just mine” he warns, possessive just like a man from his position is. 

You sigh, taking one of the coins with your fingers and inspectionating it. A bag full of dragon coins. You could see the face of Jaehaerys I, and turning it around is the profile of a dragon. 

“No men. No flirting. No whoring around” he says, whispering in your ear. “Just mine. Could you do that, princess?”

If you could do that? You don’t mind whoring around, you didn’t hide being hedonistic. Be his? Not hard. But be a princess? Could you do that?

“Of course I will, my prince.” 

[questionableresponses]

things i should do on my semester break

buy an external hard drive

download the entire dragon ball anime

sneak it to the airport

binge watch it during intervals

binge watch it on the plane

binge watch it at my hotel

[amourane]

kick in the right direction

pairing: football player!seungcheol x mascot!reader

genre: fluff, university au

w/c: 0.9k

summary: seungcheol is the star football player in your university but he becomes a bumbling mess in front of you.

warnings: none, you do get hit by a ball though

a/n: i have decided to start writing fics for seventeen too because i just love them way way too much <3 also disclaimer this post used to be under my old url httphannie <3

Seungcheol doesn’t know what to say. He usually has an explanation for his actions. There doesn’t seem to be anything coming to his mind when he sees you on the ground. The problem with being the star player on the football team was the amount of trust his coach put on him. As well as the thought that they needed to win every game, that wasn’t a problem though because Choi Seungcheol was a beast when he was in game mode. His aim was the best on the whole team, he’d never missed a goal. 

Obviously today was an off day.

“You’re staring, Cheol.” Jeonghan gives him a hearty slap on the back. “You really like our school mascot don’t you?” All Seungcheol can do is nod, watching as Seungkwan helps you up.

He really wants to go over and say sorry for nearly knocking you out with his kick but he can’t. Not because he doesn’t want to but because he simply can’t. It’s stupid really. Choi Seungcheol, star player of the football team, can’t say two words when he’s faced with you. He’s tried speaking to you. Once after a game, not the best choice because he’d become so nervous he spilt his water bottle all over you. Even after you told him it was fine he was still stuttering his words. Another time he’d managed to catch you walking down the hallway. The moment you smiled and said ‘hi’ his mind blanked. No words could come out of his mouth and he stood there gaping like a goldfish.

Talking to girls was easy for Seungcheol. He could give them a smile and they’d be fawning all over him. You were different. There isn’t one time he’s had a full conversation with you with nothing embarrassing happening. He’d stumble over his words or nothing would come out of his mouth. The only thing that kept him from giving up was the fact you would grin every time he came up to you and he didn’t like giving up.

“Of course I like her!” Seungcheol runs a hand through his hair. “I just don't know what to do?”

“You could ask her out.”

“I can’t!” 

His friend arches an eyebrow, clearly puzzled. "What do you mean you can't ask her out? Like you're scared, or you don't know how to, because those two are completely different things." Jeonghan's tone is gentle but probing, urging Seungcheol to confront the root of his hesitation.

“That’s not it. I’ve got everything planned out. I know what to say and I know where I want to bring her to. There’s a whole plan in my notebook, it’s coloured in and everything!”

“Then what’s the problem?”

Seungcheol fiddles with the hem of his shirt. “Whenever I go up to her to ask her out my throat closes and I can’t find the right words. Or when I try to even write my confession, my hand freezes and no letters can be written. It’s even worse because I manage to make a fool of myself whenever I’m in front of her!” He kicks the football away.

Jeonghan sighs, staring at Seungcheol as he aimed a perfect kick to the goal. The boy was completely enamoured by you. Practically the whole school knew about his crush on you. Everyone was just waiting for the day the both of you would come in hand in hand. 

//

“Y/n, oh my god! Are you okay?” Seungkwan was shaking you by your shoulders. You rub your head. That football was really hard. Who knew air could hurt you? “How many fingers am I holding up?” He waves three fingers around and your eyes struggle to adjust to his trembling hand.

“Calm down. I just got hit in the head, I don’t have a concussion or anything.” You just know there’s going to be a huge bump on your forehead tomorrow. “It’s partly Stuart’s fault.” You pat the dragon costume you had on. The fuzzy green body was heavy and the long swishy tail at the back was quite annoying to lug around.

"Why are you blaming our mascot? Stuart did nothing wrong," Seungkwan interjects, shooting a pointed glare at Seungcheol. "Star player my ass." He mutters under his breath, clearly unimpressed.

“Hey, don’t blame him. I’m sure it was an accident.” You give Seungcheol a little smile and an ‘okay’ sign to tell him everything was fine. 

“I can’t believe you like that dumbass, he can’t string two sentences together when he’s in front of you.” Seungkwan helps you up, handing you Stuart’s head. You dust off the dirt on your costume. 

What was there not to like about Choi Seungcheol? He was popular, athletic, smart and talented in everything. Not to mention he was the literal definition of eye candy. There hadn’t been many occasions where you two had met. He’d always stutter helplessly or his cheeks would resemble a fire truck, which was very endearing. It was quite funny seeing him stumble over his words whenever he tried to ask you out.

“Why don’t you just ask him out? You already know he likes you, not that he makes it the most obvious thing in the world.” 

“But isn't it just the cutest thing when he tries to ask me out but he’s a stuttering blushing mess?” You giggle when you catch sight of the pout Seungcheol has on his face. “I hope he asks me out soon though, I can’t wait to finally go on a date with him.” 

The smile you shoot at Seungcheol has him tripping over his feet, face planting into the ground. Suppressing your laughter behind your hand, you watch as he hurriedly picks himself up, only to see his teammates rolling on the floor with amusement.

“How long are you even willing to wait?”

“As long as it takes.”

[hisfavegirl]

Desire Unbound - Aemond Targaryen x Niece!Reader

Summary : Their love had not been without its trials. Whispers in the court had tested their patience, and the fiery temper that burned in both of their veins had led to more than a few clashes. But through it all, they had remained steadfast, bound by something deeper than duty—a love born of understanding, respect, and a passion that neither could deny.

Word Count : 10,5k

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The firelight from the hearth cast a flickering glow over the walls of your chamber, illuminating Aemond's sharp features as he sat on the edge of your bed, his posture tense. His single eye followed your every move as you stood frozen in the doorway, your heart pounding with a mixture of anger and hurt.

"You shouldn't be here," you said, your voice low but trembling with restrained emotion.

Aemond didn't flinch. He simply stared at you, the guilt evident in the slight crease of his brow. "I needed to see you."

"You needed to see me?" you repeated, incredulous. Your steps were slow and deliberate as you approached him, your arms crossed tightly over your chest. "After what you said tonight, you think you can just walk into my chambers?"

He shifted uneasily, running a hand through his silver hair. "I didn’t mean it the way it sounded."

"You didn’t mean it?" You scoffed, your voice rising slightly. "You called me and my brothers bastards, Aemond. In front of the entire hall. You humiliated us—me."

He rose to his feet then, towering over you as he took a step closer. You instinctively stepped back, unwilling to let him close the gap.

"It was a mistake," he said, his tone firm but quieter now. "I let my temper get the better of me."

You shook your head, tears threatening to spill. "You know how hard it’s been for us. For me. And you, of all people, Aemond—" Your voice broke, and you quickly turned away, unwilling to let him see your vulnerability.

"I know," he murmured, his voice softening. "I know, and I was wrong. I let my resentment cloud my judgment."

You turned back to him sharply. "Resentment? For what? For my existence? For something I have no control over?"

Aemond took a deep breath, his jaw tightening as he wrestled with his emotions. "Not for your existence," he said carefully, his voice barely above a whisper. "Never that."

"Then what, Aemond? What could possibly justify what you said tonight?"

He hesitated, and for a moment, you thought he wouldn’t answer. But then he stepped closer again, his voice strained with emotion. "Because I hate how much I care for you," he admitted. "I hate that I can’t stop thinking about you, that you’ve made me weak. And tonight, when I saw them all watching you, smiling at you, laughing with you..." He exhaled sharply, his hand balling into a fist at his side. "I lashed out. I took it out on you. I shouldn’t have."

You stared at him, your breath catching. His words were unexpected, cutting through your anger like a blade.

"That’s not an excuse," you said, your voice trembling. "You hurt me, Aemond. You made me feel like I don’t belong. Like I’ll never belong."

His hand reached out then, hesitating for a moment before it found yours. You didn’t pull away, but you didn’t meet his gaze either.

"You belong," he said softly. "You belong here, and you belong with me."

You glanced up at him then, searching his face for sincerity. His eye, vivid and piercing, held a vulnerability you’d rarely seen.

"You can’t take back what you said," you whispered. "Words like that leave scars, Aemond."

"I know," he said, his voice breaking slightly. "But I’ll spend every day proving to you that I regret them. That I don’t mean them. That I—" He stopped himself, swallowing hard before finishing. "That I care for you more than I’ve cared for anyone else."

Your heart ached at the raw honesty in his tone. You wanted to stay angry, to push him away, but a part of you—the part that had always been drawn to him—softened.

"I don’t know if I can forgive you," you said honestly, your voice barely audible.

"Then don’t," he replied. "Not yet. But let me stay. Let me try to make it right."

You hesitated, the weight of his words settling over you. Finally, with a shaky breath, you nodded.

"One chance," you murmured. "That’s all you get."

He nodded, relief washing over his features. "That’s all I need."

As he pulled you into a tentative embrace, the warmth of his body against yours melted some of the ice that had formed in your heart. But the road ahead wouldn’t be easy—he would have to earn your trust, step by step, word by word. And for now, that was enough.

The room was quiet, save for the soft crackling of the fire in the hearth. Aemond’s arms were wrapped tightly around you, his warmth enveloping you as you sat in his lap. His lips brushed against your neck, feather-light and apologetic, sending shivers down your spine.

You knew this was his way of saying he was sorry. Aemond Targaryen was not a man of many words when it came to vulnerability. He spoke in actions, in gestures, and this—his gentle kisses and the way he held you so close—was his plea for forgiveness.

“Aemond,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

He stilled for a moment, then tightened his embrace, pressing you closer against him as if he feared you might slip away. “Say my name again,” he murmured, his lips grazing your skin.

“Aemond,” you repeated, your tone softer this time.

He exhaled deeply, his hand coming up to cradle the back of your head as he guided you to face him. His eye searched yours, filled with an intensity that made your breath hitch. Slowly, he leaned in and captured your lips with his own.

The kiss was tender at first, as if he was afraid of pushing too far, but you responded with equal fervor, your hands tangling in his hair. His silver locks felt soft between your fingers, and when you gave a gentle tug, he let out a low, deep growl against your lips.

The sound sent a wave of warmth coursing through you, and you couldn’t help but smile against his mouth. He pulled back just enough to look at you, his lips curving into a small, satisfied smirk.

“You like it when I do that,” you teased, your fingers still threaded through his hair.

“And you like it when I do this,” he countered, leaning forward to press kisses along your jawline and down your neck. His hands slid to your waist, steadying you as he continued his ministrations.

You sighed, tilting your head to give him better access. “You’re impossible,” you whispered, but your tone lacked any real bite.

“And you’re irresistible,” he replied, his voice husky.

He guided your legs to wrap around his waist, holding you in place as he pulled you impossibly closer. “You’re mine,” he said softly, his lips brushing against your ear. "I won’t let anything or anyone take you away from me.” There was a possessiveness in his tone, but it was laced with a tenderness that made your heart ache.

Aemond’s lips found yours again, this time with more urgency, more need. He poured everything into that kiss—his apology, his devotion, his unspoken promise to never hurt you again.

Time seemed to stand still as you lost yourself in him, in the way he held you, kissed you, and made you feel like you were the only person in the world. You knew there was still a long road ahead, but in that moment, wrapped in Aemond’s arms, you felt like you could face anything together.

Aemond’s grip on your waist tightened as you shifted in his lap, your movements slow but deliberate. You could feel him hardening beneath you, and a mischievous smile tugged at the corners of your lips.

His eye darkened as he growled softly, his voice a warning. “Careful,” he murmured, his tone low and edged with danger. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

You tilted your head innocently, though your actions were anything but. “Who says I can’t finish it?” you teased, leaning in to press your lips to his.

Aemond’s hands slid to your hips, holding you firmly as if to keep you in place. “You’re playing with fire,” he said against your lips, but there was a flicker of amusement in his tone, a hint of challenge.

“Maybe I like the burn,” you whispered back, your hands moving to the ties of his tunic.

His breath hitched as you began to undo them, your fingers working deftly despite the intensity of his gaze. Aemond didn’t stop you; instead, he let you take your time, watching as you revealed the pale, scarred skin of his chest.

“You’re bold tonight,” he said, a smirk playing on his lips.

You laughed softly, your fingers tracing the lines of his scars. “And you’re still overdressed,” you replied, your voice light and teasing.

Aemond raised a brow, his hands moving to the back of your gown. “Not for long,” he muttered, and with practiced ease, he began to undo the laces.

The fabric of your dress slipped from your shoulders, pooling at your waist as he worked with precision. You shivered under his touch, his fingers brushing against your skin as he removed the delicate layers of cloth.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice softer now, filled with genuine admiration.

You felt your cheeks flush under his gaze, but instead of responding, you leaned in to kiss him again. This time, the kiss was deeper, more intense, as if neither of you could get enough.

Aemond’s hands explored your body with a reverence that sent shivers down your spine. When he finally pulled back, his lips swollen and his breathing uneven, he looked at you with a mixture of desire and something deeper—something you couldn’t quite name.

“You’re mine,” he said, his voice firm but tender, as if he needed to remind both you and himself.

“And you’re mine,” you replied, your hands framing his face as you looked into his eye.

Aemond smirked, his fingers tightening on your hips as he leaned in to whisper, “Then show me.”

Aemond’s hands trembled slightly as they slid to your waist, his movements deliberate yet laced with urgency. With your help, he pushed his trousers down just enough to free himself, and in a swift, fluid motion, he buried himself inside you completely.

A sharp gasp escaped your lips as you felt him filling you, the sensation overwhelming yet intoxicating. Your head tilted back instinctively, your hands gripping his shoulders for balance. Aemond’s head dipped to your neck, his lips brushing against your skin as he murmured your name softly, reverently, like a prayer.

“You feel... incredible,” he groaned, his voice thick with emotion and desire. His arms encircled your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him as if he could fuse your bodies together.

Your breathing hitched, and your fingers tangled in his silver hair, tugging gently. “Aemond...” you whispered, your voice trembling as he began to guide your movements.

Aemond chuckled lowly, his grip on your hips firm but not rough, his touch sending shivers through your body. “That’s it,” he murmured against your neck, his lips trailing soft kisses along the sensitive skin. “Move with me.”

He began to rock his hips upward, each movement precise and measured, designed to draw the most exquisite reactions from you. You obeyed his silent command, rolling your hips in tandem with his, your breaths mingling as the rhythm between you grew more fluid, more intense.

Your forehead rested against his as your eyes met, his single violet eye blazing with desire. The intimacy of the moment stole your breath, and a soft moan escaped your lips when he thrust deeper, hitting a spot that made you see stars.

Aemond’s jaw tightened as he growled low in his throat, his hands sliding up to cup your face. “You’re perfect,” he whispered, his lips capturing yours in a fervent kiss. The intensity of his movements increased, and his grip on your waist tightened as he drove into you with a mix of passion and possession.

Your body trembled against his, your head falling to his shoulder as he shifted slightly, angling his thrusts to ensure you felt every bit of him. His lips brushed your ear, his breath warm as he spoke. “Say my name,” he commanded, his voice soft but filled with authority.

“Aemond,” you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders as the sensations became too much to bear.

“That’s it,” he growled, his pace quickening as his hands guided your movements, ensuring you matched his rhythm. His gaze never left you, even as his lips found their way back to your neck, kissing and biting gently. “You’re mine. Say it.”

“I’m yours,” you cried out, your voice breaking as waves of pleasure coursed through your body.

“And don’t you forget it,” he murmured, his voice dark and full of satisfaction.

As the rhythm of your bodies grew more frantic, the world around you seemed to blur, leaving only the two of you in your shared intensity. Aemond’s movements became more erratic, his breathing ragged as he buried his face in your neck, groaning your name as if it were the only word that mattered.

Aemond’s frustration boiled over as he growled deeply, his single eye dark with a mixture of desire and impatience. Without a word, he grabbed your waist and flipped you onto your back, pressing you firmly against the soft mattress.

“Aemond!” you gasped, your voice half a protest, half a plea. You tried to wriggle away when he yanked the fabric of your favorite gown, the sound of ripping fabric filled your room. “That’s my favorite dress—”

“Then you shouldn’t have worn it if you didn’t want it ruined,” he cut you off, his tone sharp yet laced with a wicked edge. Before you could utter another word, he pushed himself into you with a single, deliberate thrust.

Your protest turned into a loud cry, your head falling back against the pillows as your body arched instinctively. Aemond leaned over you, his hair falling around his face as his lips twisted into a smirk. “Keep talking, and I’ll make sure you forget everything except me,” he growled, his voice low and commanding.

His movements were no longer gentle or patient; they were fast, rough, and unrelenting. He thrust into you with a pace that left you breathless, every motion purposeful and overwhelming. You clutched at the sheets beneath you, your cries of protest turning into soft moans and then outright laughter as your body trembled under his control.

“Laugh all you want,” Aemond said through gritted teeth, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he pulled you closer with each thrust. “But you’ll be begging soon enough.”

“I already am,” you replied breathlessly, your laughter fading into a moan as he hit a sensitive spot inside you.

“Good,” he murmured darkly, leaning down to capture your lips in a searing kiss. His hand slid to the side of your face, holding you in place as his tongue invaded your mouth, taking everything he wanted.

Your hands reached up, tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer. He groaned into the kiss, his movements becoming even more frantic as if he couldn’t get enough of you. His body pressed against yours, his heat surrounding you entirely as he buried himself deeper and faster.

“Aemond,” you whimpered, your nails digging into his shoulders as you struggled to keep up with the intensity.

“You can take it,” he whispered against your lips, his voice dripping with determination. “You’re mine—you’ve always been mine.”

Your body trembled as you felt yourself nearing the edge, every nerve alight with the sensations he was pulling from you. Aemond’s eye locked onto yours, his smirk softening for a moment as he leaned his forehead against yours.

“You’re perfect,” he murmured, his voice softening slightly as his pace slowed for just a second, only to pick up again. His hand slid down your side, gripping your thigh to pull you closer to him. “You’re everything to me.”

The intensity built until it was unbearable, and you cried out his name as your body gave in, waves of pleasure crashing over you. Aemond followed moments later, his grip on you tightening as he groaned your name, his voice raw and guttural.

As the world around you settled back into focus, Aemond collapsed beside you, his arm wrapping around your waist to pull you close. He pressed a kiss to your temple, his breathing heavy but his touch gentle.

“You ruined my dress,” you muttered, your voice teasing as you looked up at him.

He chuckled, his eye shining with amusement. “I’ll buy you another,” he promised, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “But you’ll look better without it anyway.”

You rolled your eyes, but a small smile played on your lips as you leaned into his embrace, letting yourself get lost in his warmth once more.

You awoke from a brief but deep slumber, the soft glow of candlelight casting flickering shadows across the room. The muffled sounds of the grand feast still echoed through the halls of the Red Keep, but none of it mattered. All you cared about was the man lying beside you.

Aemond lay on his back, his chest rising and falling steadily, his long silver hair cascading over the pillows. He looked peaceful—almost too peaceful for someone who carried such a heavy burden of ambition and expectation. You let yourself admire him for a moment, his sharp features softened in sleep, the faint scar over his empty eye catching the candlelight.

With a quiet sigh, you gently moved his arm off your waist, careful not to wake him. The warmth of his touch lingered on your skin as you shifted, repositioning yourself to sit between his legs. Aemond stirred slightly but remained asleep, his body completely at ease.

Biting your lip, you leaned forward, pressing the softest kiss to his toned abdomen, just above the waistband of his trousers. His skin was warm under your lips, and you couldn’t help but smile when he stirred again, a low hum escaping him. Slowly, you let your kisses trail lower, savoring every inch of him as your lips danced over his skin.

Aemond’s breathing hitched, and he shifted beneath you, his head turning to the side as his brows furrowed. You paused, wondering if he would wake, but when he didn’t, you continued your gentle assault, letting your hands slide up his sides to steady yourself.

“Mm…” Aemond’s voice rumbled softly, his head tilting back as he slowly came to consciousness. His eye fluttered open, the sapphire in his empty socket catching the dim light as his gaze locked onto you. For a moment, he looked disoriented, but realization quickly set in as a sly smirk tugged at his lips.

“What do you think you’re doing, hmm?” he asked, his voice thick with sleep and amusement. His hand reached down, tangling in your hair as he gazed at you with a mix of curiosity and hunger.

You grinned up at him, tilting your head innocently. “You looked too peaceful. I thought it was my duty to wake you,” you replied, your tone teasing.

Aemond chuckled lowly, the sound vibrating through his chest. “And this is how you choose to wake me? I should be furious… yet here I am, enjoying it far too much.” His grip on your hair tightened slightly, guiding your face back toward his cock. “Continue, then. If you dare.”

His challenge ignited something in you, and you obeyed his command, letting your kisses venture even lower until your lips reach his cock base. Aemond groaned softly, his hand still in your hair as he leaned his head back, his sharp jawline on full display.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” he murmured, though his voice was filled with satisfaction. “But I wouldn’t expect anything less from you.”

As you continued to suck him, Aemond’s breathing grew heavier, his hand tightening its grip as he guided you, bring your head down until you gagged around him. “You always know how to push me to the edge,” he admitted, his voice husky as his smirk returned. “But don’t think I’ll let you take control for long.”

Moments later, he sat up with surprising swiftness, his hand slipping from your hair to grip your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. “My turn,” he whispered, his eye dark with desire as he pulled you up to claim your lips in a fierce, possessive kiss.

The feast beyond your chamber walls became a distant memory as Aemond reclaimed control, ensuring you’d both forget the world outside for just a little while longer.

Aemond moved with startling speed, flipping you onto your back as if you weighed nothing. His hands gripped your thighs firmly, spreading them apart while his lips found yours in an instant. His kiss was commanding, full of hunger, and you melted beneath him, feeling the intensity of his desire through every touch.

You tangled your fingers in his silken hair, tugging lightly, drawing a low growl from deep within his chest. The sound sent shivers down your spine, and your breath hitched as his lips trailed down from your mouth to your neck. He peppered you with kisses, each one deliberate, each one sending sparks through your entire body.

“You’re mine,” he murmured against your skin, his voice deep and full of possessiveness. His tongue darted out to taste the sensitive spot on your collarbone, making you gasp and arch into him. “Every part of you belongs to me, do you understand?”

You could only nod, your words lost to the sensation of his lips and the warmth of his hands traveling over your skin. Aemond chuckled darkly at your silence, his eye gleaming with satisfaction as he continued his exploration.

He shifted lower, his lips trailing down your body with agonizing slowness. When his tongue flicked against your dripping cunt, your back arched off the bed, and a loud cry escaped your lips. Aemond smirked, his grip tightening on your thighs to keep you in place as his tongue moved with deliberate precision.

“You’re so responsive,” he said, his voice laced with amusement and pride. “Every sound you make, every movement—it's all mine. You always give me exactly what I want.”

Your hands fisted in his hair again, the pleasure he gave you building to unbearable heights. “Aemond…” you managed to gasp, your voice trembling as he pushed you further and further to the edge.

“Yes, my love?” he teased, his nose brushing against your clit as he glanced up at you, his expression smug. “Say my name again. Louder this time.”

You cried out his name, your body trembling beneath him as he took you to your breaking point. Aemond chuckled softly, his lips pressing a final kiss to your cunt before moving back up to claim your lips once more.

He hovered over you, his eye drinking in the sight of your flushed, breathless state. “You’re perfect,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “And you’re mine. Always.”

You cupped his face, pulling him down into another heated kiss. “I’m yours,” you whispered against his lips, your voice full of both love and surrender.

Aemond’s smirk widened, and he kissed you again, deeper this time, as if to seal your words. "Good. Don’t ever forget it."

Aemond wasted no time as he thrust into you with a single, deep motion, his movements commanding and deliberate. Both of you gasped at the overwhelming sensation, the connection between you electrifying and consuming. His hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he began moving with a rough and unrelenting pace.

"You were made for me," Aemond growled, his voice low and possessive, each word sending a shiver down your spine. "To stand by me, to be beneath me, to belong only to me." His eye locked onto yours, a mix of hunger and dominance evident in his gaze.

Your breath hitched, his words sending a whirlwind of emotions through you. You could barely manage a nod, your voice lost in the moans spilling from your lips as his relentless pace made you tremble beneath him.

"Aemond..." you managed to gasp, your hands clutching at his arms, seeking any kind of grounding as he drove you to the edge of your control.

"Say it," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke again, his voice rough with desire. "Say that you're mine. That no one else will ever touch you like this."

"I'm yours," you whispered shakily, your voice breaking as the pleasure built within you.

Aemond smirked, his lips trailing along your jaw before capturing your lips in a heated, bruising kiss. "Good girl," he murmured against your lips, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

He suddenly shifted, angling your hips to push even deeper, and you cried out his name loudly as a wave of intense pleasure crashed over you. Aemond groaned, clearly spurred on by your reactions, his movements becoming faster and rougher, his grip on you almost bruising.

"You take me so perfectly," he muttered, his eye dark with desire as he watched you writhe beneath him. "Every inch of you belongs to me now. I will mold you as I please, making your tight little cunt swollen and overstimulated."

You could only nod frantically, your body consumed by the overwhelming sensations he was giving you. "Aemond..." you gasped again, tears forming in your eyes from the sheer intensity of it all.

"That's it," he growled, his voice rough as he drove you both closer to the edge. "Say my name. Let the whole castle hear who you belong to."

"Aemond!" you cried out, your voice echoing in the room as the pleasure finally overtook you.

Aemond smirked in satisfaction, his movements never faltering as he leaned down to kiss you again, his lips possessive and demanding. "You're mine," he murmured against your lips, his voice softening as his pace slowed, though the intensity in his gaze never wavered.

As your protest escaped your lips, Aemond smirked in that maddeningly confident way, clearly enjoying your frustration. His movements slowed to a teasing crawl, each deliberate thrust driving you closer to madness. You tried to take control, lifting your hips to meet him halfway, but his strong hands pressed firmly on your waist, holding you in place.

"Patience, my love," he murmured, his voice low and dripping with control. "Good things come to those who wait."

Your lips parted in a growl of annoyance, your body trembling with need as his languid pace teased and tormented you. "Aemond, please," you whimpered, the desperation in your tone clear.

But he only chuckled softly, leaning down to kiss the corner of your mouth, his lips brushing against your skin as he whispered, "You’re so beautiful like this—completely at my mercy."

His teasing was relentless, and you felt yourself growing more frustrated with each passing second. "Stop torturing me," you finally managed to gasp, your voice breaking as you gripped his arms. But before you could say more, he shifted, the smirk fading into something darker.

Without warning, Aemond slammed his hips forward, driving himself deep and fast into you. The sudden intensity forced a loud cry from your lips, your body arching sharply against him. "Aemond!" you shouted, his name ripping from your throat as the overwhelming pleasure made you tremble.

He gripped your hips tighter, his powerful movements making your body bounce beneath him, every thrust more punishing and precise than the last. "Is this what you wanted?" he growled, his voice rough with desire as his sharp gaze locked onto your face.

"Yes—yes!" you cried out, barely able to form words as his relentless pace robbed you of coherent thought. "Oh gods!"

Aemond leaned down, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, "This is what happens when you test me, love. Do you like it? Do you like being completely undone by me?"

You nodded frantically, your hands clawing at his back as you struggled to keep up with the intensity. His laughter was low and rough, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "That’s what I thought," he said, his voice tinged with triumph.

Just as you thought you couldn’t take anymore, Aemond tilted your hips slightly, hitting that perfect spot deep inside you. You screamed his name, your body trembling uncontrollably as the pleasure crashed over you like a tidal wave.

"That’s it," he groaned, his pace never faltering as he drove you higher and higher. "Scream for me. Let them all know who you belong to."

"Aemond," you gasped again, your voice breaking as tears pricked the corners of your eyes from the sheer intensity.

His lips found yours in a searing kiss, his movements slowing only slightly as he whispered against your mouth, "You’ll never forget who owns you, my love. Never."

Aemond’s sharp gaze flicked toward the open balcony, the faint moonlight spilling into the room casting a pale glow across his face. You followed his line of sight, your breath hitching in anticipation as a wicked grin spread across his lips.

Without warning, he lifted you with ease, keeping himself buried deep within you as you gasped and clung to his shoulders. "Aemond, what are you—?" you started, but his lips silenced you with a possessive kiss.

"You’ll see," he murmured against your lips, his tone low and full of promise.

With steady, deliberate steps, he carried you toward the balcony. The cool night air brushed against your flushed skin, sending a shiver down your spine as he set you down. Before you could even process his intentions, he turned you to face the edge, gently pressing your hands against the stone railing.

"Aemond," you whispered nervously, glancing over your shoulder at him.

His long fingers tangled in your hair, pulling your head back slightly so he could meet your gaze. "You trust me, don’t you?" he asked, his voice low but commanding.

You nodded, swallowing hard. "Always."

Satisfied with your answer, he leaned in to press a searing kiss to the back of your neck before positioning you just how he wanted—your body bent over the edge of the balcony, the vast expanse of the castle grounds stretching out before you under the glow of the moonlight.

Without hesitation, Aemond slid into you once more, drawing a loud, unrestrained cry from your lips. His free hand gripped your hip tightly as he began to move, his pace brutal and relentless from the start.

The combination of the cool night air on your skin, the sensation of him inside you, and the thrilling thought of being exposed sent a rush of heat coursing through you. "Aemond," you gasped, your voice trembling as he pulled your hair tighter, arching your back further.

"You’re mine," he growled, his voice a possessive snarl in your ear. "And I want the whole world to know it."

His thrusts became faster, harder, each one pushing you closer to the edge—both figuratively and literally. You cried out his name, your voice echoing into the night as your hands gripped the stone railing for support.

"That’s it," he groaned, his tone thick with satisfaction. "Scream for me, love. Let them all hear you. Let them know who you belong to."

Your body trembled under the intensity, your legs threatening to give out as he continued his merciless rhythm. The combination of his rough grip on your hair and the overwhelming pleasure sent shockwaves through your entire being.

"Aemond," you cried again, louder this time, your voice breaking as the pleasure consumed you entirely.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "Look at the moon, my love. Remember this moment. You’re mine—completely, utterly mine."

You shivered at his words, your head tilting back against his shoulder as you surrendered fully to him under the pale light of the moon. Aemond’s growls and your cries filled the night air, an untamed symphony of passion that neither of you would forget.

As you glanced downward, a surge of anxiety coursed through you. The sprawling gardens below were still lit with faint lanterns from the evening’s festivities. Anyone who happened to look up might see the scandalous scene unfolding on the balcony, but Aemond seemed utterly indifferent to the risk.

“Aemond,” you whispered in a mix of fear and exhilaration, your voice trembling. “Someone might see us!”

He responded with a low chuckle, his movements unrelenting. “Let them look,” he murmured, his tone possessive, the corners of his mouth curling into a smirk. “Let them see how beautifully you fall apart for me.”

Your cheeks burned, both from embarrassment and the heat coursing through your body as his hands roamed your form with expert precision. He grasped your hips tighter, pulling you back against him with each deep thrust, his pace quickening as if he were staking his claim in every way possible.

“Aemond,” you whimpered, your voice shaky as your legs threatened to give out beneath you.

Sensing your weakness, he wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you upright against him. His other hand moved to cup your breats, kneading and playing with your nipple in a way that sent shivers down your spine. “You can cry my name as much as you want,” he said, his voice dark and teasing, “but I won’t stop until I’ve had my fill of you.”

You let out a soft sob, overwhelmed by the intensity of his movements and the heat pooling in your center. “Aemond, please,” you begged, though even you weren’t sure if you were pleading for him to stop or to keep going.

He only laughed, the sound low and dangerous, vibrating against your back. “You’re trembling,” he noted with amusement, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck before biting down softly, leaving a mark. “Good. Remember this, my love. Remember that no one else will ever have you like this.”

You gasped as his grip tightened, his pace shifting to sharp, deliberate thrusts that made you cry out in abandon. Despite your earlier worries, your voice echoed into the night, each moan and whimper a testament to his control over you.

“I can’t, to much...” you whimpered, your knees buckling slightly as the pleasure became too much to bear.

“Yes, you can,” Aemond growled, his hand sliding down to grip your thigh and steady you. “You’ll take everything I give you.”

He angled his hips just right, and a jolt of pleasure shot through you, making your head fall back against his shoulder. Your eyes fluttered shut, and tears slipped down your cheeks, overwhelmed by his touch and his sheer intensity.

“You look so perfect like this,” he whispered in your ear, his voice softening for a moment. “Completely mine. Tell me, love, who do you belong to?”

“You,” you breathed out, barely able to form words as his pace grew brutal once more. “Only you, Aemond.”

He let out a satisfied hum, his lips brushing against your ear. “Good,” he said, his tone dripping with possession. “And on our wedding night, I’ll make sure you won’t leave our bed for days. You’ll be mine, and only mine, in every way possible.”

His promise sent a shiver through you, your body responding to his words as if on instinct. You could do nothing but surrender entirely to him, your cries and his growls mingling in the cool night air as the world around you faded away.

Aemond let out a low growl as he finally reached his peak, his grip on your waist tightening as he buried himself deep within you. You gasped, your own body shuddering in response as you felt the warmth of him flooding through you. Your hands instinctively reached back to clutch at his arms, your breathing ragged and uneven as he held you close, his chest pressed against your back.

He stayed like that for a moment, his forehead resting against your shoulder as he tried to steady his breathing. “You’re perfect,” he murmured, his voice rough yet tender. “Made for me.”

You didn’t have the strength to respond, your body still trembling from the intensity of what had just transpired. Instead, you let your head rest against the crook of his neck, your eyes fluttering shut as you basked in the afterglow.

After a few moments, Aemond shifted, his arms wrapping around you as he lifted you effortlessly into his embrace. You whimpered softly at the movement, your body still sensitive and sore, but he hushed you with a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Let’s get you back to bed,” he said quietly, his tone soft and full of care. He carried you inside, the cool night air giving way to the warmth of your chambers. The faint glow of the moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft light on the bed where he gently laid you down.

You watched him through half-lidded eyes as he joined you, pulling the blankets over both of you before wrapping his arms around your waist. You instinctively curled into him, your head resting against his chest as your fingers reached up to tangle in his hair.

Aemond let out a content sigh, his hand tracing soothing patterns along your back. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice low and sincere. “For earlier. For the things I said at dinner.”

You opened your eyes, gazing up at him. His single violet eye held an earnestness that made your heart ache. “You hurt me,” you admitted softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded, his jaw tightening. “I know. And I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you if I have to. I don’t want to hurt you, ever.”

You studied him for a moment before sighing, your hand moving to caress his cheek. “Don’t let it happen again, Aemond,” you murmured, your voice firm but forgiving.

“I won’t,” he promised, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. “I swear it.”

The two of you lay there in silence, the tension from earlier melting away as you basked in each other’s presence. You continued to run your fingers through his hair, and he closed his eye, his breathing evening out as he relaxed under your touch.

“Get some rest,” he murmured, his voice heavy with sleep. “I’m not going anywhere.”

You smiled softly, your heart swelling at his words. “Good,” you whispered, closing your eyes as you let yourself drift off in his arms.

The soft rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the room. You blinked slowly, waking from the peaceful haze of sleep. Stretching slightly, you turned your head and saw Aemond lying beside you, his features serene and his silver hair splayed across the pillow.

Your lips curved into a small smile as you took in the sight of him. His arm was draped over your waist, holding you close even in sleep, the two of you still tangled in the sheets from the night before. The thought made you chuckle softly, warmth spreading through your chest.

The sound of your laughter seemed to stir him, his brow furrowing slightly before he let out a quiet hum. His arm tightened around you instinctively, pulling you closer against his chest. “You’re awake already?” he murmured, his voice low and husky from sleep.

You leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. “Good morning,” you whispered softly, your fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from his face.

Aemond cracked his eye open, his violet gaze meeting yours. A lazy smile tugged at his lips as he looked at you, still half-asleep. “Morning,” he murmured, his voice carrying a softness that he reserved only for you.

“I didn’t want to wake you,” you said, running your fingers lightly over his jawline. “You looked so peaceful.”

He chuckled, the sound deep and rich. “I doubt I looked peaceful after last night,” he teased, his tone laced with amusement. “You’re the one who’s glowing this morning.”

You felt your cheeks heat at his words, but you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you. “You’re insufferable sometimes,” you said, though there was no malice in your tone.

He smirked, leaning in to kiss you again, slower this time, savoring the moment. “And yet, you still love me,” he teased, his hand brushing against your cheek.

“Unfortunately for me, I do,” you replied with a mock sigh, earning a playful glare from him.

Aemond chuckled again, his eye sparkling with mischief. “You’re lucky I love you too, or I might have taken offense to that.”

You smiled, leaning into his touch as he traced small circles on your hip with his thumb. For a while, the two of you stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s warmth, the world outside the room forgotten.

“I suppose we should get up eventually,” you said softly, though you made no move to leave the comfort of his embrace.

Aemond shook his head, pulling you closer. “Not yet,” he murmured. “I’m not ready to share you with the world again.”

You sighed, resting your head against his chest. “Just a little longer, then,” you agreed, closing your eyes and savoring the quiet intimacy of the morning.

As Aemond leaned down to capture your lips in a slow, passionate kiss, a soft moan escaped you, melting into his touch. His hand slid down your thigh, pulling your leg closer around his waist as his body pressed against yours. His movements were deliberate and unhurried, savoring every moment as he entered you again, filling you completely.

A quiet gasp left your lips, and he stilled for a moment, his violet eye locking with yours. His forehead rested against yours as he whispered, "I can never get enough of you... You do something to me that no one else ever could."

Your heart raced at his words, and you brushed your fingers through his silver hair, tugging gently. “Then don’t stop,” you whispered breathlessly into his ear, your voice barely above a murmur.

Aemond growled low in his throat, his control slipping at your plea. "You’ll be the death of me," he muttered, his lips trailing down your neck as his hips began to move again. His thrusts were slow but deep, each one sending waves of pleasure through your body.

You tilted your head back, giving him more access as his lips continued to explore the curve of your neck. “Aemond…” you moaned softly, your hands gripping his shoulders for support.

“Say it again,” he commanded in a husky tone, his pace quickening slightly. “Say my name.”

“Aemond,” you repeated, louder this time, your voice trembling with the intensity of the moment.

“That’s it,” he groaned, his movements becoming more deliberate. “You’re mine. Always mine.”

You nodded fervently, your breaths mingling with his as the room filled with the sound of your shared passion. His lips found yours again, his kiss demanding and possessive, leaving no doubt of the depth of his feelings.

As his rhythm grew more erratic, you could feel the tension building between you. Your nails dug into his back, and you whispered his name once more, urging him on.

“Don’t stop,” you repeated, your voice shaking as the pleasure became overwhelming.

Aemond groaned against your lips, his movements growing faster and more desperate. “Never,” he vowed, his voice filled with a mix of devotion and hunger. "I won’t stop until you can’t even think of anyone but me."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you clung to him as the world around you seemed to blur. All that mattered was him, and the way he made you feel like you were the center of his universe.

You froze in place, your breath caught in your throat as you heard your mother, Rhaenyra, calling your name from outside the door. The knock was firm but not impatient, her voice tinged with concern.

“Are you alright, my dear? Why is the door locked?” Rhaenyra asked, her tone a mix of curiosity and worry.

Your eyes widened, and you turned your head to glare at Aemond, who smirked devilishly. “Aemond,” you hissed under your breath, “stop it!”

But instead of heeding your warning, Aemond’s smirk deepened. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear, and whispered, “What’s the fun in that, my love? Let her hear you say my name.”

Before you could respond, he shifted his hips, sending a jolt through your body. You bit your lip to suppress a sound, glaring at him with a mix of frustration and pleading.

“Aemond!” you whispered sharply, trying to push him away, but he held you firmly in place, clearly enjoying the situation. “She’ll hear us!”

“Then answer her,” he teased, his voice low and taunting as he moved again. “Tell her everything is perfectly fine.”

You shot him a murderous look, but your mother’s voice came again from the other side of the door. “Are you feeling unwell? You’ve been quiet since last night. I want to make sure you’re ready for the big day. And remember, you and Aemond aren’t supposed to meet until the wedding!”

Aemond chuckled softly, his chest vibrating against yours. “Tradition can wait,” he muttered, his lips brushing your neck as he trailed kisses down your shoulder.

You clenched your fists, torn between annoyance and the undeniable pleasure he was giving you. “Mother, I’m fine” you finally called out, your voice trembling slightly. “I’ll be out shortly”

There was a pause, and then Rhaenyra sighed. “Alright. Just remember, this is important—for both of you.”

You turned to Aemond, your cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and fury. “Are you out of your mind?!”

Aemond only laughed, his eye gleaming with mischief as he kissed the corner of your mouth. “Completely. Especially when it comes to you.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress the small smile tugging at your lips. “We’re going to get caught if you keep this up.”

“Then let them catch us,” he said with a grin, pulling you closer. “Let them all know you’re mine, now and forever.”

Despite your protests, you knew he wasn’t going to let you go easily. And a part of you didn’t want him to.

As soon as you heard the sound of your mother’s footsteps fading down the hallway, you sighed in relief, your body momentarily relaxing. But your relief was short-lived as Aemond wasted no time resuming his pace, his movements suddenly fast and relentless.

A loud cry escaped your lips before you could stop it, your hands gripping his shoulders as he chuckled darkly. “Aemond!” you half-scolded, half-moaned, your voice trembling with frustration and desire.

He tilted his head, his sapphire eye gleaming with amusement as he looked down at you. “What? Did you think I was done, my love?” His tone was teasing, his lips brushing against your ear. “You think I’d let your mother interrupt us and walk away without finishing what we started?”

You glared at him, your cheeks burning. “You’re impossible! If she hears us—”

Aemond cut you off with a sharp thrust, making you gasp. “Let her hear,” he growled, his voice low and possessive. “Let her know that you’re mine—now and always.”

“Aemond!” you cried again, your hands gripping the sheets beneath you.

He laughed softly, his tone full of mischief. “Scream louder, my love. Let all of Red Keep know who you belong to.”

You bit your lip, trying to stifle the noises threatening to escape, but Aemond wasn’t having it. He moved even faster, his hands gripping your hips firmly, pulling you closer to him with every movement.

“Look at you,” he muttered, his voice dripping with pride and satisfaction. “So beautiful. So perfect. And all mine.”

You whimpered, your body trembling beneath him. “Aemond… please,” you begged, unsure if you wanted him to stop or to keep going.

He smirked, his lips brushing against your neck. “Please what, love? Please stop? Or please don’t stop?”

You couldn’t form words, your mind too clouded by the sensations he was giving you. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a heated kiss, his movements never faltering.

Finally, he pulled back slightly, his breath hot against your skin as he whispered, “By the time we’re done, you won’t be able to walk to our wedding, let alone stand during the ceremony.”

You shot him a weak glare, your voice shaking as you retorted, “You’re insane!”

He grinned, his eye burning with intensity. “Only for you, my love.”

And with that, he quickened his pace once more, drawing cries from your lips that echoed through the room, making you forget everything else but him.

Aemond smirked down at you, his eye trailing over your flushed face, your trembling body, and the way your lips parted with each cry. The sight of you—the way you looked completely undone beneath him—made something dark and possessive stir deep within him.

“You don’t even realize how perfect you look right now,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. His hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he moved with precision.

Your body trembled violently, and he chuckled softly, almost mockingly. “Look at you,” he said, his words teasing but filled with an underlying adoration. “You can’t even think straight anymore, can you?”

You managed to glare up at him through your haze of pleasure, though it lacked any real heat. “Aemond…” you gasped, your voice barely audible.

He leaned closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “Say my name again. Louder.”

You shook your head, trying to suppress the noises threatening to spill from your lips, but he wasn’t having it. He shifted his angle, hitting that spot that made you cry out involuntarily.

“There it is,” he said, his voice laced with satisfaction. “You can’t hide from me, my love. Not when I know every part of you—every sound you make, every way your body reacts to me. You’re mine.”

You bit your lip, trying to fight back the overwhelming sensations coursing through you, but he was relentless. He moved faster, watching intently as your body arched beneath him, your hands clutching the sheets desperately.

“Aemond, please,” you whimpered, unsure whether you were begging him to stop or to keep going.

He laughed softly, the sound full of pride and amusement. “Please what, love? Please stop? Or please don’t stop?”

You couldn’t respond, your mind too clouded, and he grinned down at you, his expression smug. “I’ll take that as a ‘don’t stop.’”

His movements grew rougher, his grip tightening as he watched you unravel completely. “You’re mine,” he repeated, his voice a low growl. “You’ve always been mine. And in just a few days, the entire realm will know it.”

Your breath hitched, and he leaned down to kiss you deeply, stealing whatever words you might have spoken. When he pulled back, he stared into your eyes, his gaze filled with intensity.

“I’ve claimed you already,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “But once we’re married, there will be no doubt. No one will question that you belong to me.”

You could only nod weakly, overwhelmed by his words and the way he was completely consuming you.

He smirked, satisfied with your silent agreement, and brushed his lips against your forehead. “Good girl,” he murmured before resuming his pace, his movements pushing you closer to the edge once more.

You cried out his name, your voice echoing through the room, and he couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s it,” he said, his tone a mixture of teasing and adoration. “Let everyone know who you belong to.”

As your body shook beneath him, he whispered, “You’ll look just like this on our wedding night, my love. Only then, you’ll truly be mine forever.”

Aemond let out a deep growl as he delivered one final thrust, his grip on your hips unrelenting. You cried out, your body arching into him as warmth flooded through you. He held you there, his chest pressed tightly against your chest, his breathing heavy against your ear.

"You're not going anywhere," he murmured, his voice husky and laced with satisfaction. He leaned down, brushing a soft kiss along your shoulder before turning your face toward his and capturing your lips in a surprisingly gentle kiss.

You panted against his lips, your body trembling beneath him. “Aemond…” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

He pulled back slightly, his violet eye locking onto yours, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You’re incredible,” he said softly, his tone filled with both pride and adoration.

You rolled your eyes, though it lacked any real irritation, and muttered, “You’re insufferable.”

His smirk widened, and he leaned in to kiss you again, this time slower, softer, as if savoring the moment. “Perhaps,” he admitted against your lips, “but you love me anyway.”

You huffed a small laugh, shaking your head. “Unfortunately for me.”

He chuckled, his hands sliding along your sides, soothing the marks his grip had left on your skin. “You’re not unfortunate, my love,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “You’re blessed. You’ll see soon enough.”

You raised a brow at him. “Oh? And what’s that supposed to mean?”

Aemond’s smirk returned, his eye gleaming with mischief. “It means,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear, “I’m going to make sure you’re carrying my heir before we even step foot in the Sept for our wedding.”

Your eyes widened, and you pushed at his chest playfully, though your cheeks burned at his bold statement. “Aemond!”

He only laughed, pulling you closer against him. “Don’t act so surprised,” he teased, pressing kisses along your jaw. “You know I’ve always wanted you—all of you. This is just ensuring the realm knows you’re mine in every possible way.”

You shook your head, but his words stirred something deep within you. “You’re insatiable,” you muttered, though your voice betrayed the fondness you felt for him.

He grinned, nuzzling into your neck. “Only for you,” he murmured. “And you’ll have to get used to it, my love. Because I don’t intend to stop anytime soon.”

As he held you in his arms, his lips still ghosting over your skin, you couldn’t help but feel a mixture of exasperation and affection for the man who had claimed your heart so completely.

"you have to meet your mother, or she will search the whole keep looking for you when she realizes you weren't in your chambers this morning" Aemond groaned softly, reluctantly pulling himself away from you. He knew you were right—his mother was meticulous when it came to traditions, and she'd undoubtedly be searching for him soon to ensure he upheld every last one before the wedding. But as he stood and stretched, your teasing voice stopped him in his tracks.

"But, of course," you said, a playful glint in your eyes, "you could always stay and join me for a bath. It might... save time."

Aemond froze mid-step, his eye narrowing as he turned back to look at you. There you were, sprawled on the bed, your hair mussed, your skin glowing, and your lips curled into a sly smile. He could see the faintest hint of mischief dancing in your expression.

"You're testing my resolve, love," he said, his tone low and warning, though the hint of a smirk tugged at his lips betrayed his amusement.

You sat up slowly, the sheets pooling around your waist as you stretched your arms above your head, your movements deliberately languid. "Me? Testing your resolve? Never," you replied with feigned innocence, though your grin only widened.

Aemond sighed dramatically, running a hand through his hair. "You know, if I stay, we won't leave that bath until nightfall."

"Then stay," you said simply, tilting your head at him, your voice soft yet full of challenge.

Aemond's jaw clenched, his violet eye scanning you as if weighing his options. "You're impossible," he muttered under his breath before stepping toward you, his movements deliberate and slow.

You laughed, leaning back slightly as he loomed over you. "And yet, here you are, unable to resist me."

He chuckled darkly, leaning down and pressing a hand to the mattress beside your head. "You’re right," he admitted, his voice a low growl. "I can’t resist you. But when my mother finds out I missed another tradition because of you..." He trailed off, his lips brushing against your ear. "It will be entirely your fault."

"Entirely worth it," you murmured back, your breath hitching as his lips found the sensitive spot just below your ear.

You called for your handmaidens, your voice soft yet commanding. Within moments, they arrived at the door, their expressions neutral as if they were well-accustomed to your requests. "Please prepare warm water for our bath," you instructed, glancing back at Aemond, who leaned against the bedpost with his arms crossed, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

The maids bowed and began their work without hesitation. It was no secret to the staff that you and Aemond were inseparable, even before your betrothal. Whispers had floated through the Red Keep of the prince's unrelenting devotion to you, and though tongues wagged, no one dared speak ill in your presence.

Once the bath was prepared, steam curling into the cool morning air, the maids excused themselves, leaving the two of you alone. Aemond’s gaze softened as he extended a hand to you, helping you step into the warm, fragrant water. You sighed contentedly as the heat embraced you, washing away the tension from your limbs.

Aemond followed, settling into the tub with practiced ease, and before you could move, he gently pulled you toward him. You found yourself leaning against his chest, his arms encircling you protectively.

"You’re far too relaxed," he teased, his voice a low murmur against your ear as his fingers trailed absently along your arm.

"Should I not be?" you replied with a small smile, tilting your head back to rest against his shoulder. "It’s rare that I get to enjoy moments like this with you. Soon, the entire realm will be watching our every move."

He chuckled softly, the vibration resonating through his chest and against your back. "Let them watch," he said. "It changes nothing. You’re mine—now, tomorrow, and always."

Your cheeks warmed, though whether it was from his words or the bathwater, you couldn’t quite tell. Turning slightly, you looked up at him, brushing a damp strand of silver hair away from his face. "You speak as if I need reminding," you teased, though your voice was laced with affection.

Aemond smirked, leaning down to brush his lips against your temple. "I remind you because I enjoy the way you react," he admitted, his eye glinting with mischief.

You rolled your eyes playfully but settled back against him, your hand trailing lazily along his arm. "You’ll have no one but yourself to blame if I never leave your side," you murmured, your voice soft.

"Good," he replied instantly, his tone resolute. "I wouldn’t have it any other way."

The two of you sat there in comfortable silence, the only sounds the gentle splash of water and the faint hum of life beyond the chamber walls. For a brief moment, it was as if the world outside didn’t exist, and all that mattered was the warmth of the water, the steady rhythm of Aemond’s breathing, and the undeniable connection between the two of you.

Aemond’s hands were gentle yet deliberate as he fastened the intricate ties of your gown, his touch lingering just long enough to send a shiver down your spine. Once he finished, he rested his hands on your shoulders, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your bare skin. You caught his gaze in the reflection of the mirror before you, and he gave you a small, almost boyish smirk—a rare sight from the usually stoic prince.

“You look beautiful,” he said, his voice low and filled with sincerity. His eye lingered on you in the mirror, taking in every detail as if committing it to memory.

You smiled softly, brushing your hand over his that now rested on your waist. “It’s your handiwork,” you teased lightly, turning your head just enough to glance at him over your shoulder.

Aemond chuckled, his fingers gliding down to your stomach. He traced slow, deliberate circles on the fabric of your gown, his movements thoughtful and affectionate. The gesture made your heart flutter, and you leaned back against him, savoring the closeness.

“If we keep doing this,” you began, your tone playful as your hand covered his, “I’ll be showing within a month of our wedding.”

Aemond’s smirk widened, and he met your gaze in the mirror, his expression unapologetically smug. “Good,” he murmured, his voice a mixture of pride and mischief. “I want the realm to see how well I’ve claimed you—how you’re mine, in every way that matters.”

You laughed softly, turning in his arms to face him fully. “You say that as if people don’t already know,” you replied, your tone warm but teasing. “Aemond, they’ve known since the day you started shadowing me everywhere I went.”

He tilted his head slightly, his lips curving into a smirk. “Let them talk. Let them know. None of them matter—only you.”

Your cheeks warmed at his words, and you reached up to touch his face, your thumb brushing against his sharp cheekbone. “You have a way of making everything else feel so… distant,” you admitted softly.

“That’s because nothing else should matter,” he replied without hesitation. “You are my priority. My betrothed. My world.”

The intensity in his voice sent a shiver down your spine, and for a moment, you were lost in the depths of his gaze. He leaned in, brushing his lips against your forehead, and you closed your eyes, relishing the tenderness of the moment.

After a beat, you exhaled and smiled. “If we don’t leave soon, your mother will send someone to drag us out of here,” you said, your voice lighthearted but aware of the responsibilities awaiting you.

Aemond sighed dramatically, his arms tightening around you. “Let her send the entire Kingsguard,” he said with mock exasperation. “They’ll have to fight me to pry you away.”

You laughed, shaking your head as you gently pushed against his chest. “And here I thought you’d want to avoid her wrath.”

His smirk returned, and he leaned down to kiss you deeply. “The only wrath I care about avoiding is yours,” he whispered against your lips, making your heart race.

Reluctantly, he stepped back, offering you his arm. “Shall we, my princess?” he asked, his tone laced with amusement.

You looped your arm through his, smiling up at him. “We shall, my prince,” you replied, your voice warm.

And together, you left the chamber, the bond between you both stronger than ever.

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Blue Balls - Sabo: Part 1  

Summary: Sabo ends up with a case of blue balls; text below the cut

Pairing: Sabo x Afab!Reader

Genre: smut

CW: dirty talk, Sabo masturbating, needy Sabo

Word Count: 1,153

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Sabo didn’t know what to do with himself. 

The first few weeks you were gone, he’d jerked off morning, noon, and night to the thought of you, but as the memory of your touch grew more distant and the hole in his chest became gaping, he couldn’t stand to touch his cock without you there to run your fingers through his blonde hair and tell him how pretty his scars were, the words leaving your heart-shaped lips, swollen from making out, mere seconds before you wrapped them around his length. 

Not being able to stand it didn’t stop him from doing it, though. 

Feeling like his heart might give out from the pressure built up in his chest, he reached a hand under the covers and grabbed his length. At what point had your skill surpassed his? When had he become utterly useless with his own cock? He fumbled with it like he’d never jerked the thing before, his balls so heavy he worried they would fall off if he stood up. How precisely was he supposed to replace the feeling of your mouth with his stupid hand? 

You were so nice when you sucked him off, so sweet. You blinked up at him with those pretty eyes of yours, smiled softly when you pulled away to catch your breath. His favorite was when your hair spilled down your chest and you wore something with straps or loose sleeves that fell off your shoulder so his eyes could travel the length of your collarbone. 

He could remember all that, so why couldn’t he make himself cum? 

He’d hit a wall three weeks ago, and he was absolutely losing it. He’d always been one to work and train overtime, but he’d become obsessive as of late. Everyone from Dragon to Koala had noticed, and had even tried getting him to relax, until Ivankov made a comment about Sabo’s raging hormones and everyone had dropped the matter. 

He should have fought Ivankov for saying that- he certainly wanted to- but he didn’t even have it in him. He also didn’t want to get any closer to the devil fruit user than he absolutely had to for fear the queen would assess the true depths of his emotional and sexual despair, and Sabo couldn’t stand the humiliation. 

But Ivankov was right. 

His hormones were raging. 

Sabo growled like a wild beast. He kicked his covers off, the sheets clinging to his sweaty skin. He dropped his cramping hand at his side and stared up at the ceiling in the dark. His chest heaved, and his cock throbbed painfully, a drumbeat between his legs that only grew louder with each moment to pass. He wondered if a man could die from blue balls. 

If that was possible, he told himself, it would have happened by now. 

“It has to work eventually,” he muttered to himself. 

He dragged his hand off the mattress and grabbed the length of his cock again. He brushed his thumb over the biggest vein, just like you always did with a coo, and found the head. He pressed down on it and spread the pre cum around, using it as lubricant. But then he recalled how you kissed and licked his balls, treating them like the most precious things in the world, and suddenly, everything he did was lacking. 

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” 

He grabbed your pillow and shoved it into his face, the scent of your citrus perfume long having faded. He whined, the pillow catching the sound, and gave his cock a heavy tug. He felt it twitch, but he caught the pleasure in his hand only for a second before it escaped him. 

“Do you have some sort of smothering kink I don’t know about?” A voice asked. 

Sabo threw the pillow off and sat up in bed with a gasp. He saw a figure illuminated in the doorway, a figure with your perfect shape. His gaze fell on your sweet face, and he was caught between the urge to fling himself at you and actually smother himself to escape the humiliation of being caught with his dick in his hands. 

“Y/n?” He watched with wide eyes as you closed the door, leaving only a bit of light to shine in through the bottom, and a bit more through the window. He rubbed his eyes. “What… is this real? What are you doing here? You aren’t supposed to be back for another two weeks!” The embarrassment almost too much to bear, he dragged the sheets over his lap. 

“I finished my mission early and thought I would surprise you.” You giggled. “I guess I did.” You relished the sight of your boyfriend naked in bed, muscles coiled beneath his tan skin, his blonde hair stuck to his forehead, his impressive cock standing at attention. “I can come back later if you want me-” 

“No!” He lurched forward, only to grit his teeth. “Fuck.” 

“Sabo, are you alright?” You hurried to the side of the bed, thinking he’d hurt himself. You sat down on the edge, placing a hand on his bare shoulder; you noticed his skin was covered in a thin sheen of sweat and frowned. 

Sabo shuddered. “Fuck,” he hissed again. “Fuck.” 

“Sabo-” 

“I’m fucking dying.” With that, he fell back against the pillows. “It doesn’t matter what I do. It’s all wrong. You’re the only one who can do it right, and you’ve been gone forever. And it fucking hurts, y/n.” His voice cracked toward the end. 

You felt bad for him, but you also couldn’t help but smile to yourself. You hadn’t had much communication with your boyfriend in the time you had been away, and you’d worried that he didn’t miss you as much as you missed him, that he didn’t lay awake at night stroking himself but to no avail. 

“And the pillow?” 

“It used to smell like you,” he admitted, the darkness making him feel safe enough to be a little more pathetic than he would normally. “It doesn’t anymore.” 

“Awe, you poor thing.” 

Just then, the smell of your perfume wafted over to him. “Fuck.” He launched himself at you, pulling you into his arms and dragging you into bed with him. He wrapped his legs around you, too, clinging to you like a big baby. “Fuck.” The sound of your giggle as he buried his face in your hair and inhaled almost made him cum, and the weight of his problem came down on his chest once more like a ton of bricks. “Y/n, I need-” 

“I know what you need, big boy,” you interrupted. 

His cock twitched at the sound of the nickname. 

You cupped his face in your hands and pressed those perfect, soft lips to his. You gave him a series of lingering, close-mouthed kisses before brushing his blonde hair from his sticky forehead. “Lay back. I’ll take care of you.” 

Sabo didn’t need to be told twice, crashing back into his pillows with a shallow sigh. 

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[luffysscraps]

Thinking about dog! Hybrid Luffy🔞

Cw; Fem reader. Pet play. Non-con/Dub-con. Breeding kink. Established relationship.

-He leaves holes everywhere in your yard. Literally the moment you step out into your back yard you almost create a sinkhole due to his digging habits. And he’ll just stare at you with a smile and lick you all over.

-He’s very energetic, running up and down through the house, dashing around every chance he gets and begging you to play with him. “Y/N! Play with me! Throw ball! Throw the ball! Please! Play! Play! Play!” Luffy begs his black tail wagging as he runs in a circle around you.

-He can speak a little, but nothing complex. He says stuff like “let’s go outside!” “I’m hungry!” “Can I sleep on the bed?” “Pets please!” “Walk! Walk!” Despite his simple way of speaking he understands everything you say, but takes a while for it all to process. But he doesn’t get the concept of math at all, numbers don’t make sense to him so don’t even try to teach him it.

-“Luffy!” “ Hi Hi! Y/n!! Good morning! Wanna play? Wanna eat?! I’m hungry! Let’s play! No let’s eat! Can we do both?! Hi hi!” He appears the second you call him babbling on and once you call his attention. You mutter the syllable ‘L’ And all you hear is the jingling of his collar. He’s just so happy you called him! He thought he’d just be squeezing his chew toy all day without you. (Which he squeaks on all day regardless)

-Eats all the meat in the house. You literally can’t stock pile meat and have to buy meat literally two portions at a time. The butchers stare at you funny when you only buy three chicken legs at a time. Or one small tiny portion of beef to feed three. And you come here like every day? Little do they know you have a menace in your home who will eat every scrap of meat you have with no shame. You usually only eat one serving while Luffy eats two plus snacks and extra meals when he begs. And he’s in healthy shape due to his energetic nature.

-"LUFFY NO!" is one of your most used phrases whenever you bring him outside with you. He’s very protective of you and any other male hybrid in around you. He’s quick to jump into fights without any warning signs. He’s happy and docile one minute and then he just pounces on whatever male hybrids come close to you. A crocodile, a bear, a flamingo, he was even crazy enough to fight a dragon?!?

- As aggressive as he is, he’s also super friendly?! Like once hybrids clarify they’re not after you he’s trying to play with them after just giving them a black eye??? And somehow it always ends up working???

-He loves to explore and adventure. He’ll just get up, give you a kiss goodbye and run off for days at a time. He has so many friends with other people and hybrids that you’ve never met or heard before. Like you’re sure half of the people he’s mentioned don’t even live in this area. Where the hell did he go? Well he always returns home safe so there’s nothing to worry about. Plus he’s always so excited to see you when he gets back. “Y/N!! I missed you! I had so much fun! But I missed you a lot! “

-Call him a good boy and he’ll melt. His ears stand up and his tail starts wagging. “Really?! I’m your good boy!” He really likes that nickname.

-Oh and if you don’t like being active I’m sorry but Luffy is not the hybrid for you. He’ll literally drag you out with him, and force you to play with him. Trying to do homework? Mf eats it. Trying to play a video game or watch tv? He unplugs it. Trying to simply rest? No you’re not because he wants to play and he’s a selfish bastard. “Let’s play now Y/N!” He says with those puppy dog eyes as he unplugged the TV for the one hundredth time.

-Brings and makes you gifts all the time! They’re not the usual expensive gifts you expect from a partner. He gifts you, your sock he stole from you like a month ago, Old bones from meat he already ate and gnawed on, Dead rats he killed. And then he also likes to draw and write, he draws pictures of you and him with hearts everywhere. Your fridge is filled with them. And he writes you love letters, they’re simple and short but very sweet.

‘Y/N I love you. You pet me on my head. You play with me. You’re pretty and kind. My heart goes fast when I’m with you. -Love Luffy’

-Now when he’s in heat he turns into a horny demon. “Sex! Sex! Sex! Sex!” He chants bouncing around ripping his clothes to shreds and tackling you to the ground, dry humping your body as you just got home from your nine hour shift.

-You’ll know he’s in heat because now he’s walking around the house butt ass naked, balls out with a sweet and devious smile on his face. Don’t try to make him wear his clothes because he’s not going to AT ALL. He’ll rip them to pieces right in front of you and simply say. “Too hot!”

-Steals ALL of your panties. Literally keeps a heap of them in his bed. And has no shame in it, licking them while you’re watching him. His bed sheets have to be washed daily when he ruts because he cums gallons and will jerk off all day long.

-He just stared at you with lidded eyes. “Please Y/N… sex…” He whines out licking your earlobe. He tries his best to hold back, he really does but his urges take over after holding out for so long. He needs to be inside of you and now.

- And when you bend over it’s practically over. That’s you basically inviting him to mount you and stick his hard on inside! One minute you’re bending down to pick up a book you dropped, the next you’re on the ground, face first with Luffy’s large meaty hard cock inside of your cunt.

-He never really asks but he can smell your hormones. You want it too. Plus your moans are enough to tell him you do! Or are those his moans? He can’t tell at this point, he’s so horny and he needs to release.

-You honestly don’t mind his heat, he’s surprisingly gentle and will stop if you ask him too. But the only thing you have to do is always be on the pill- Luffy has no idea what condoms are and when you tried to put one on him he ripped it off in seconds. “Feels weird. No way!” He says with a smile before pounding into your pussy raw. And because he’s in heat, his number one goal is to get you pregnant.

-So every time you guys fuck and the next day your stomach isn’t big and round with his kids he gets mad. Just staring at you and your stomach. “What’s wrong?! Get pregnant already!” He whines with frustration. Oh well if you didn’t get pregnant the last time, he’ll make sure you do now, every last bit of his cum is going in your pussy. He doesn’t let a drop escape it when he finally releases into you.

-Yeah your hybrid boyfriend is pretty hard to handle, but would you settle for anyone else? Not a chance. <3

[kitsune024]

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[hislittlestar]

How Lord Lucifer Appears to Me

I’ve created this collage to illustrate how Lord Lucifer presents his appearance in my mind’s eye. This is completely UPG, as he is known for being a shapeshifter and will show himself differently depending on the practitioner. He even changes his appearance to me on occasion.

The first time I saw him he had black hair instead of blonde. He was also… naked. He told me that the reason he was nude was to prove to me that my seeing him wasn’t just my imagination, as I would’ve never imagined seeing a deity for the first time without clothing. This was honestly a great point and also kinda funny. He has a great sense of humor.

From my collage you can probably tell he’s absolutely stunning and hot as Hell (pun intended). Though these pictures don’t nearly do him justice. I’ve heard there’s only one portrait of him to capture his true beauty, which is located in his estate in Hell. I simply cannot accurately convey how damn fine this deity is. Both he and Aphrodite represent Venus, which is the planet associated with beauty.

While he exudes a very masculine presence for me, I’d say his face is a bit androgynous. It’s really pretty with some softer features, nice cheekbones, and a strong jawline. His eyes are these captivating glowing balls of light, like tiny suns. He tends to have a sort of signature smirk on his lips. He’s got long golden blonde hair that’s slightly wavy and ends below his shoulders. He’s muscular, but not overly muscular. He’s tall but not too tall, maybe six feet? He may present shorter to me for my sake since I’m short.

He occasionally wears white and golden armor with intricate patterns of dragon scales and crow feathers. He also sometimes has either two or six large feathery wings that appear as either gold, white, or black. When he’s not in armor, he wears stylish clothing fit for a classy emperor like him. Lots of suits, especially older style suits like Victorian era fashion. Most recently, I saw him in a black silk robe showing his muscular chest hehe.

His voice is smooth and seductive with a hint of a British accent. It’s masculine and low, but not too deep. He’s eloquently spoken and tends to use older English. He enjoys flirting with me and then watching me get flustered. He has an aura brimming with confidence and charm. He’s kind, patient, refined, caring, protective, gentle, warm, wise, perceptive, chivalrous, and easygoing, while still expecting the respect and dignity that he deserves as an emperor.

As for actually physically seeing him, he sometimes appears as a momentary golden sparkle of light in my peripheral vision. The only time I’ve heard him with my ears is one time I heard him chuckling behind me.

Personality-wise Sylus from Love and Deepspace always reminds me of him. As for his appearance, I’d say he looks sort of like Alucard from Castlevania, but Alucard’s nose is a little too thin.

Hopefully with this post others can envision the beauty of my divine partner. My asks are open if anybody has questions. Ave Lucifer ♡

[ouran1a]

sucking Jerry off while he whines and whimpers his way through explaining dnd to me but he just ends up yanking my head up and down his cock HEHEHAHSHHAHAHA

rating: R for slutty ass blowjob scene

also i wrote the words “dick and balls” and immediately thought of the south park ‘dickin balls’ or wtv and bursted out laughing at work <3

“a-and so the…uh-ngh-“

Jerry felt like he was going fucking insane. his face was too hot, his hands were embarrassingly clammy, gut churning, throat burning as he forced down his pathetic little mewls and whines, it was too much.

you were too much.

you’d called him up a few hours ago begging him to show you how to create your Dungeons and Dragons character since Bill was being, in your words, “a goddamned fart-sucker”, and being the good friend he was, he agreed to help. Jerry thought of himself as the most normal around chicks, he was a nervous wreck, sure, but he didn’t insult them like Bill or stare like Josh or perv on them (outwardly) like Pete, he held normal conversations and exchanged greetings, just an average dude having average interactions with average females.

but this wasn’t average, there wasn’t a fucking average way to suck your friend’s dick, there wasn’t an average way to claw down his stomach and hips and thighs and leave angry red lines, not a fucking thing was average about the look you were giving him or the soft ‘gluck! gluck! gluck!’ noises that made his head spin. Jerry’s mouth fell open, slack-jawed as he gently, almost nervously, cradled your face, bony fingers starting to pull you in deeper as his bonier hips twitched and jumped your face.

god, he’d felt like such a fucking pervert when your first got here, sweats hung low and loose on your hips, that tiny little sliver of your tummy and your tits practically hanging out of your stupidly slutty take top, Jerry had so selfishly wanted to rip it off you and slam you down onto his bed, muffling your moans with his Totoro plushy you’d gotten him while nose deep in your puffy cunt. Instead, however, he’d simply smiled sweetly like he always did, hand up in Vulcan salute while you both plopped down on his bed—

“fuck—“ Jerry rasped when you slid your head back to his tip and prodded at his dick hole with your tongue. A long, pathetically whiny groan slipped from his wobbly lips as you slid right back down, trying to force himself to meet your intense stare. You’d been looking at him like that all fucking night, pupils blown wide and smile downright evil. he felt his dick twitch as one of your soft hands came up to cradle his balls, “o-oh my fucking god—“ he cringed at the sound of his voice; raw and needy.

you smiled and pulled off his cock with a dull ‘pop!’, laughing as he strained to not yank your pretty face back down and suffocate you agaisnt the mess of blonde pubes he sported, “you never finished your sentence, Jer,” oh, fuck right off. Jerry felt a hot flash of annoyance thrum alongside the aching pleasure shooting down his spine at the shit-eating grin plastered on those spit-shiny lips, his big hands clenched in your hair, two messy handfuls of your locks between his fingers, “c-can’t r’member,” he huffed. he watched you laughed again at his pouty face and yanked your face back down to his crotch, “…please— fuck I-I’m so close babe,” he let the pet name slip out, a boyish fluttering of his heart following the sound.

you smiled, a warm one this time, and pressed a sweet kiss to the junction of his dick and balls that made his heart and cock tug. your soft hands stroked him slowly, a tight fist giving him just enough pressure to feel the breathe get knocked outta him when you paired it with sucking and kissing his balls. Jerry felt his gut twist, his muscles clenched and he doubled over you, hands cradling your head as close to his cock as he could, “o-oh— shit- fuck- f-fuck shit—“ he rambled, thighs quivering when you wrapped those lips around his tip again and sucked hard.

Jerry’s hips pumped up and down, dragging his cock in and out of your head while he held you steady by the hair, gathering up your silky locks in one hand while the other wrapped around your neck. he moaned louder when his thumb pressed down and he felt his dick sliding down, felt your throat tense and go lax as you got used to his quick tempo. Jerry’s hands both flexed as he got closer, choking you just a bit and pulling your hair just a smidge too tight, “I-I’monna c-shit! O-ohmyfuckinggod I’m gonna cum- r-right down your fucking throat,”

you got no other warning when both hands yanked you down to the very base of his cock, nose smushed against his pelvis while his spunk shot out and flooded your throat. Jerry was unabashed at this point, loud moans and throaty sighs as he held you in place, his entire body shaking while his cock shot spurt after spurt out. you gagged on the suffocating feeling and he gasped softly, eyes rolling back at the feeling and hips grinding into your face.

he was so lost in the pleasure that it took you slapping his sensitive hips covered in your nails marks before he slowly slid your head off his dick. you swallowed what you could, gasping and coughing as he just sat above you, staring down with what you can only describe as ‘awestruck’ while you struggled to catch your breathe.

after a few second of silence, both of you heaving and gasping for air, he spoke up first,

“…you’d uh.. you’d probably work best as a mage.”