#leah 💗

[loveshotzz]

Oh nothing, just thinking about bartender!Eddie and bouncer!Steve

Adding older!Steve in there too 🥰

LMAO 💀 MY BABIES 😩 I’m always thinking about them too Leah 💗 that’s the kinda train i’m tryna get a ticket for.

[youraverageaemondsimp]

NO HESITANCY FOR REAL

“Good girl.” // Professor!Aemond Targaryen x Student!Reader

MDNI, DD:DNE : reader discretion is advised.

block the tag #MAE:DARK!CONTENT to prevent seeing dark content from me.

based on this request.

WARNINGS: forbidden relationship, dubcon due to power imbalance, blackmail, virginity loss, rough sex(?), spanking, cunnilingus, fingering, tiddy sucking, both of them are adults, dark!aemond, professor x student relationship. + not proofread.

WC: 1.7k

“Why do you seem to be failing only in my class?” his voice booms, bouncing off the walls in the comfort of his office, you flinch at his harsh tone, your history professor, Aemond Targaryen seemed to be disappointed.

“Its- it's too difficult to remember.” you mumble, and he raises an eyebrow, “Why'd you take up this course then? You're wasting your time, though you may be good in all others, this subject is your main one and yet here you are, scoring extremely low, barely managing to pass.” he says harshly, eye roaming your figure up and down.

“S-sorry professor, I swear I'll get good grades next ti—”

“And how many times will you repeat the same line? You said that the previous test, and it's previous, and before that too, you are failing miserably Miss Y/N.” he rolls his eyes in annoyance, and you remain silent, eyes downwards in shame.

Aemond takes in your defeated form, the way you looked so submissive, quivering in fear under his gaze, he liked the power he held over you, and his eye darted towards your thighs, the way your knee high socks dug softly into the flesh, and your plaid skirt, he wondered what colour panties you were wearing, weather is his favourite colour or not.

“If you fail again, you'll have to repeat this year.” he says and you lift your eyes in panic, not wanting to do that and you speak up “What can i do?”

“Anything, get a tutor, study harder, ask your friends for help, or…” he trails off, tongue poking the inside of his cheek and you look at him confused, “Or… ?” you ask, “The other method is unethical, but would be quite an easy way for you to pass.” he says calmly, voice void of any disappointment he held earlier, filled with far more sinister.

“Please, I'll do anything.”

There it is.

“Anything?” he asks and you nod eagerly, fidgeting with your hands, he hums.

“Lift your skirt up.” he commands and you look at him shocked, “What-? Sir-” you try to protest but he throws a stern look in your direction, “Do you want me to fail you?” he asks and you shake your head, and try to hold back the tears of humiliation as you reluctantly lift your skirt up, revealing your panties to him.

“My favourite colour indeed.” he comments and you feel ashamed as you feel his gaze burning holes, he motions you come close to him and you do, you stand in front of him while he is sat on his chair, your skirt still held up, he hooks a finger through your panty band and pulls it down, mouth salivating at the sight. He licks his lips.

He forces you to sit on the table in front of him, spreading your legs apart as he slides the chair backward just enough to bend down and reach your cunt, he sniffs, taking in the scent which makes you shiver in disgust as you watch him with tear filled eyes, his mouth then latches on your bud, suckling and flicking it up and down and you throw your head back and moan, thighs clenching around his head, squeezing him tightly until he pulls them apart, hand wrapped around each thigh, holding you in place and he devours your cunt like a mad man.

“S-slow down please!” you beg when you feel his teeth nipping at your clit, slightly causing you pain, your hips move on their own accord grinding against his face and he grunts in satisfaction, “Fuck you taste heavenly, just like I had imagined.” he mutters into your cunt and you stare at him in disbelief, like he always imagined? “What? You were so fucking cute in your short skirts, prancing around the college campus looking like a 5 star meal, I don't think you know but almost every student has a crush on you.” he places kisses on your inner thighs, “Yet unlucky for them cause the one who has your legs spread out, is me.” he pulls your top up, revealing your bra, same color as the panties, “Oh my, matching are we? Maybe I'm wrong, maybe you knew that every guy wanted to fuck you, that's why you're prepared like a slut huh?” he stands up tall, hovering over your laid out form and leans down to your breast in his mouth.

You want to protest, tell him you're just doing for yourself, to feel pretty but you knew he wouldn't believe that. And maybe there was some truth to it, yet it was only for one person, for him.

A dirty secret of yours.

You had a crush on Aemond Targaryen.

Your professor.

Yet what you hadn't expected was to land yourself in this situation. How many nights did you imagine him fucking you? Giving your first time to him because you liked him, your professor.

But it wasn't all fairytales and sparkles like you had expected, you're letting him do this to you in hopes of passing his class, not because you wanted to actually fuck him at this moment. It was humiliating, and the realisation he was the blackmail type felt like ice cold water poured on you.

He bites your nipple causing you to snap out of thoughts. You watch as he lewdly suckles on your breast, his saliva coating it, you rub your thighs together at the sight, for an odd reason it is arousing, he chuckles knowing how you feel and you look away, embarrassed.

His hand travels to your cunt, rubbing small circles on your clit making you gasp, his finger travels and prods at your entrance and you let out a whine when he pushes it inside, curling it upwards causing you to squirm under him, his mouth leaves your breast before he takes your other one, giving it the same attention as he did to your previous one, simultaneously moving his hand in and out of your cunt, causing lewd wet noises to fill up the room.

The sounds of his mouth on your breast, his finger going in and out of your dripping cunt, your gasps and his satisfied grunts at the noises you let out bouncing off the walls and back to your own ears.

You reach your peak you a loud moan, gripping the table so tight, and he groans, hearing that lewd sound, “Fuck, need to be be inside you.” he mutters before withdrawing his hand and pulling himself up, you're caught offguard when he flips you over, making your breast push up against the table while giving full view of your ass to him. He pulls down your panties completely, giving your ass a spank.

��You're gonna do better in my class from today onwards aren't you?” he asks and you're confused, and before you could answer, he slaps your ass one more time, “Answer me.” he growls into your ear and you let out a breath, “Yes Mr Targ!” you yelp when you feel him smack your ass once again, “Call me Aemond.” he says and you obey, “Yes! Aemond.” you yelp “Good girl.” he presses a kiss to your ear, before undoing his pants, pulling his cock out.

He watches as the juices drip down from your cunt, and he lines his cock against your entrance, and pushes in slightly, and you muffle your whimpers of pain with your hand, he is way too big, and it seems like he's barely halfway through.

Aemond lost his patience the moment he felt you clench around him, he shoved inside completely without a care and you bite your lip so hard to prevent a scream from escaping. “Fuck you're so tight, like a virgin.” he breathlessly says and you whimper and that's when he realises, “Gods, don't tell me you are one.” he says in disbelief and your silence answers his question, making him groan, as he draws his hips backwards slowly, before thrusting in again. “Fuck- I'd have to be gentle but fuck, your cunt is making me insane.” he gasps, trying to restrain himself from fucking you like an animal in heat but the moment you let out a moan, he loses all his logical thinking and brutally snaps his hips backward and forward, thrusting into you with a fevrent pace.

It hurts at first, but then the pain subsides slowly as his cock hits that spongy part inside of you repeatedly, causing sparks of pleasure to shoot up your spine. He grabs both your hands and pins them to your back side, holding them together tightly with only just one hand while the other gives your ass a smack.

“You're such a good girl, taking what I'm doing to you without protest.” he grunts.

He let's go of your hands, and pulls you up by your hair, causing you to stand up with your back arched, head resting on his shoulder, before that very same hand grabs your throat, holding you in place and he ruts up into you, his other hand travelling down to your front, grabbing and squeezing your breasts before it travels down to your cunt, rubbing fast paced circles unto your clit.

The band in your stomach begins to tighten as he continues his actions, before it finally snaps, causing you to come undone with a loud moan of his name. His thrusts become sloppy and soon he's reaching his peak too.

He pulls out and flips you around, and lays you on the table on your back before pumping his cock with his hand and soon his cum spurts out, some falling atop your stomach and some on your cunt, dripping down to your hole.

“Seven hells, you look so beautiful like this.” he moans and you lay there, taking deep breaths. The next thing you know is that he's cleaning you up with tissues, wiping off his cum from your body and cleaning himself too.

You get up on wobbly legs, and pull yourself together, fixing your hair as you try to calm your nerves from what just happened.

“You're receiving an A+ for this, but if you want to keep passing, you either study or you can always resort to this.” he tells you as if it's the most casual thing in the world.

“Though, don't let anyone find out, it will only cause trouble for you, because I can easily find a way out of this mess.” he warns you and you nod, he grabs you by your cheeks and pulls you close, placing a kiss to lips.

“Good girl.” he mutters.

[saturnisaroace]

ALRIGHT! WHO ORDERED THE COMFORT CAST CROSSOVER?

📸 disneydescendants on IG

[chrlvctius]

I love this team with all my heart and soul and it's such a privilege to support them:(💗 i hope my girl frida's doing alright right now 😭💗 I'm so proud of everyone. I wouldn't be anything without them honestly:(💗 taught me so much and will forever hold onto those.

[daenerys-targaryen]

ily sun!!!!!

[daydreaming-en-pointe]

ARYAN. ARYAN SIMHADRI MY BELOVED.

[georgeinamerc]

OMGGGG LEAH IS THE MYSTERY GUEST ON THE POD IM ACTUALLY SCREAMING😭😭

[songbirdmunson]

drop this sunflower 🌻 into the inboxes of the blogs that make you happy! lets spread a little sunshine ☀️🩷

Leahhhhh thank you love 🥹🥹🩷🩷

[tacoreib]

LIKE THATS LITERALLY ANNABETH

[oliviasturniolo21]

𓏲 𓂃🫧 𓏲 𓂃🎀 𓏲 𓂃🫧 𓏲 𓂃🎀 𓏲 𓂃🫧

may your day be filled with love, kindness,

positivity, good luck and good vibes

໑ 𓂃🌸 ໑ 𓂃🫧 ໑𓂃🌸 ໑ 𓂃🫧 ໑ 𓂃🌸

AW TYSM

ILYYYY 💗💗

[cumberbitchhhh]

if you’d like to chat about jo koy sexism, and privilege, there’s a rant under the cut 💗

i’d love to talk with other people about this, and, as always, if there is any misinformation in this, please let me know so i can acknowledge it and correct it!

just wanted to come on here and have a conversation about jo koy, the golden globes, and sexism in general.

as a lot of people know, jo koy made MULTIPLE questionable, controversial, and just genuinely disrespectful comments when he hosted the golden globes on monday, 8th january this year, multiple of which were directed towards women or media about women. rightly so, he has been called out on social media over the last few days for his rudeness and lack of respect during the event, to which he has responded to in a (somehow) even more insulting way, backing up his original monologue.

i can’t even explain how much it infuriates me that, not only has he made these misogynistic and rude comments, but that, when given the chance to acknowledge where he went wrong, he doubled down and made yet another disrespectful comment.

i think this ties into the privilege of men in today’s society and how their comments can affect other people around them. i’m not one of those people to go on whole rants about how much i hate men and say that they’re horrible and shouldn’t have rights, because that is the complete opposite of the entire feminist movement, which was what barbie, a movie that he commented on in his monologue, was about in the first place.

i really don’t understand how you can watch a movie like barbie, which has an extremely strong message of equality, feminism, and a lot of references to mental health, and ‘dumb it down’ to a movie about ‘plastic dolls with boobies’. genuinely what compelled you to say this? barbie has empowered so many women and, since release, has made me, personally, change my outlook on a lot of things. it should not be disregarded as a movie about dolls with tits, because that removes the entire message and point of the movie.

feminism is not able getting women rights and getting rid of men, it’s about equality. if we, as women, said that only we deserve rights, we’re the exact same as all of the men that used us so, so many years ago, and the exact same as all of the men that still do that now. we want equality. we want to be treated with respect like men are treated with respect. so many people disregard the feminist movement as ‘women wanting to be better than men’, when that’s really not the case. we want the same wages as men. we want the same opportunities as men. we want the same privilege as men.

i, as a straight, white female living in the uk, i can admit that i have privilege. i have access to food, education, a good support system, and a house. not everybody has that, and realising that i am extremely lucky compared to so many people that are struggling out there was so, so important for me. i am in a place where i don’t have to worry about my next meal or whether i’ll be warm or cold enough. i can see that, and i can realise and help other people realise that a lot of people don’t have that same opportunity.

privilege isn’t a bad thing, but it’s whether you choose to acknowledge it and what you do with it that matters.

for a full list of rants/other people’s comments on sexism at the golden globes, click the last tag, #leahs golden globes rants

[crossbackpoke-check]

Liv!!!!! I'm banned from sending messages on tumblr haha but HI omg I'm so glad to have found you on tumblr! lets have a crafting day and make zines together!!

OH MY GOD HI HELLO YES!!!!!! i have just discovered that tumblr has been hiding asks from me so i’m sure this is so late, i am so sorry, but 1000X yes 💕🥰😭🥹 a crafting day sounds like so much fun!!!!

[placeapuppyinmyhair]

🤗!!!

TYSMMM I'D HUG YOU TOO

[chrlvctius]

Happy 27th, my love 💗 you'll forever be my fav defender, ilysmmm!! you're the reason why i do well in my sport and you're my inspiration in everything:(⭐

you've inspired so many, ily.

[daenerys-targaryen]

like… y’all really don’t like lover….?

[flemingology]

blurb request! a soft one where leah comes home from international break and spends the evening with r. maybe then have a cute movie night with pizza and cuddle on the sofa with a blanket draped over them? just overall cutesy and lovey dovey haha 💗

home is where you are ─ leah williamson x reader

in which: leah and you reunite after the international break

warnings: none

wc: 1.3k

Leah loved playing for England. She loved putting the shirt on, feeling the weight of the badge on her chest, wearing the captain's armband with pride. She loved winning with England. Whether that was a useless friendly, a Nations League group stage game or a major tournament, Leah was addicted to winning. But the thing that Leah loved most about her international breaks, was the prospect of coming back home to you after being away for the best part of two weeks.

The weight of what had been a grueling 14 days rest heavily on her shoulders. Sarina upped the intensity in training off the back of what had been a disappointing camp back in November. Leah wasn't one to shy away from training hard, but it had taken its toll on her body. It was the first time since her ACL injury that the England captain had played a good, consecutive run of games and she was starting to feel the consequences. She was happy, beyond happy, that her body finally felt like it had before her surgery. No more setbacks, no niggles, just her body, her knee and herself working back towards the level she was at before the dreaded injury.

Leah was lost in thought as she expertly navigated the streets of your neighborhood, her limbs aching more with each turn she took, as if her body knew that she was nearing home with each passing minute. She parked the car in the driveway and exhaled a breath she didn't know she was holding in as she saw your car was there too. You had your own international break to attend, traveling to Spain for your own camp, so she was relieved to find out you'd made it home safely. You hadn't really texted today, the both of you caught up in traveling home, too busy thinking about the prospect of being in each other's arms again at night.

The defender took her bags out of the trunk and locked her car behind her, crossing the driveway to the front door in a quick few strides. Leah knocked on the door, not finding the energy in her to fish out her house keys that were probably somewhere at the bottom of her England backpack. The cold London air nipped at her exposed legs, silently cursing herself for not having changed into a pair of sweatpants before she left St George's Park.

Leah got pulled out of her thoughts as you opened the front door, dressed in one of her old Arsenal sweaters and a pair of fuzzy sweatpants. Your hair was slightly tousled from where you had been lounging on the couch, waiting for your girlfriend to come home. Your lips formed a small smile and Leah didn't bother saying anything before she dropped her bags on the ground and pulled you into a tight embrace.

She soaked you in, the warmth of your body spreading towards hers as she buried her face in your neck and inhaled your scent, which she had to miss for the past two weeks. "Hey, baby," you said softly, your Spanish accent laced through your voice as you spoke the defender's mother tongue. She pulled you tighter against her, mumbling something incoherently against the exposed skin of your neck, pressing a couple soft kisses there before pulling her head away and looking you in the eye. "I missed you so much," she voiced. Not awaiting your reply, she rested her hands on both sides of your waist and pulled you closer, capturing your lips in a searing kiss.

You'd never get tired of kissing Leah. The way her lips perfectly captured yours time and time again, it always made you feel like you were made for each other. She let her hands roam across your back and then settled them on your bum. You pulled back a couple moments later for some air, and you breathlessly leant your forehead against your girlfriend's. "Can we go inside, please? I'm getting quite cold," Leah chuckled.

Leah and you spent the rest of the evening cuddled up on the couch, telling each other about everything that happened while you spent two weeks away from each other. You ordered pizzas, opened a bottle of red wine and enjoyed your evening together.

"You can't leave me again." Leah's voice startled you as you were engrossed in the movie she had put on earlier. "Hmm?" You cocked your eyes at her. "You know, for football. You can't leave the country anymore. I miss you too much." You let out a breathy laugh and snuggled a bit deeper into her chest. "I missed you too. Spain was nice, but not nicer than here. Although it was a welcome change from all the rain."

One of Leah's hands ran through your hair while the other rested comfortably on the small of your back. You were nudged in between her legs with your head on her chest, one of your hands on the side of her face. You couldn't possibly get any closer to one another, but you wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

"I hate it when you leave. When we're not together. I know it sounds cheesy, but I just feel like a part of me is missing," Leah whispered. The room was dark, only slightly illuminated by the tv, but you could feel the sincerity in your girlfriend's gaze and words. You sit up a little and cupped her cheeks with both hands. "I will never leave you for a reason other than football or family, mi amor." You pressed a soft kiss against her lips and tried to pour all the love and adoration you had for her in the moment. Leah's hands gripped your waist tightly like she was scared you were going to leave again if she didn't hold on tight.

"Next month, just come with me. I'm sure we can get the club to fake an injury or something." You chuckled at your girlfriend's suggestion, but soon quieted down when you sensed she was being serious. "Le, you know I can't do that. As much as I love you, and I'd love to spend every moment of every day with you, I have my own football career too. And I know, deep down, that you want me to do good."

Leah sighed dramatically, throwing her head back against the arm rest of the couch. "Ugh. I guess?" She drew out the syllables of her words, feigning annoyance but you didn't miss the slight smile that crept up her lips. "Te amo, mi vida. So much. I'm yours. Forever." Leah's eyes locked with yours and you didn't miss the unshed tears that were pooling there. You brushed your thumbs over her cheeks and pressed kisses all over her face, whispering soft reassurances and declarations of your love her between the presses of your lips against her delicate skin.

No matter how many times the two of you would have to spend international breaks apart, the prospect of coming home to her was one you'd never, ever get used to or take for granted. Nothing felt more like home like Leah's arms, laying in her embrace under a soft blanket on the couch. Soft kisses and whispers shared while nursing a glass of wine, munching on some pizza that definitely wasn't on your meal plan for the week. But you wouldn't have it any other way.