#squealing rn

[deunmiu-dessie]

hmm maybe an alien or dragon species where he has two dicks? and maybe he’s really interested in reader’s human anatomy too 🤔

♡♡𝆬nonnie! this one takes the cake! i absolutely love this and will def be writing it! mwah! kisses 😚૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა ₊˚⊹♡🫧— 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑒

[iloveplayrehersal]

Look what I got 💅✨

[defangedhound]

#🦷 : defangedhound ⸻  a gallagher roleplay blog currently looking for roleplay partners . . . ! indie + lit + headcanon based . run by theryokawa ; she/her

[restlesscrybaby]

I LOVED THE MERMAID JACK THING SO HAVE THIS

HOLY SHIF???

I'm CHEWING MY LEG OFF ?? I LOVE IT SO SO MUCH OH YM GOD OH MY GOS OH MY GOD

ME RN OH MY GODSD I LOVE ITNSO MUCH

[zhongrin]

bye guys i'm ascending to celestia rn living the y/n life and thriving

cw.selfship heavy, poly relationship (zhongli x s/i x al haitham), fluff turning to suggestive (but nothing explicit bc i cut that part away), light worship themes, biting/marking

[serenethovghts]

romione, harry potter and the deathly hallows pt. 2

[st4rb04rd]

I have notifs on for many people's blogs, and my instant reaction is to like their post. I'm an overthinker amd i thought that me auto-liking their posts would make me feel like a stalker. But someone made a post about it and responded to my comment saying that they liked me being early to their posts, and when i tell you i started kicking my legs like a child because i was happy, i was very happy.

[permanentlyexhaustedpigeon247]

I HAVE NEVER BEEN THIS HAPPY IN THIS YEAR

[tiddie-taylor]

Me after reading the singlehandedly most sweetest, heartwarming, romantic, well written inside out fanfiction I have ever read in my entire life

[ickypicky4]

HOLY FUCKING SHIT-AGUYGAHUGAGHAGHAGJAGJGJ

Hello!

Maybe C,10 + the lamb i wanna see the silly happy after nearly dying in a crusade (btw i love your art)

The benefits of getting injured

[Thank you! :D ]

[bellehaspurplehair]

FIRST EPISODE WAS 10/10

[deunmiu-dessie]

You've just become my new obsession on tumblr. I never thought I'd be this into monster fucking but I think it's just YOU 🫵🏽but I'm LOVING it so far and look forward to more 👀🤭

♡♡𝆬 aeilani the scream i scRumpt, cut it out rn before my head grows bigger!!!! i'm so happy you're enjoying my content!! okay okay, i got a quick question-- this next one-shot i'm posting isnt smut but like, would you still read it? 👉🏾👈🏾🥺 but regardless, ilysm, i get excited seeing your name pop up in my notifs babe 😭 ૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა ₊˚⊹♡🫧— 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑒

[beomiracles]

gonna be anon for this bcs im shy and i’m just a girl 🎀 but your fics are genuinely magical to read i’m nawt even lying and inspired me to post my own fic just because all of your fanfics make my day when i get the notification and i wanna be that someone for others okay bye <33

STOP THIS WAS SO SWEET 😕💗

you just made my day anon omg i love you <33 the fact that my fics inspired you to write one of your own is actually the biggest compliment i could ever get as a writer >_<

please please don’t be shy and drop your account, i would love to read what you put out !!

[youraverageaemondsimp]

“I will fuck a babe into you upon this throne.”

YES SIR PLS I AM LITERALLY BEGGING 😭

I'm so down bad for aemond I'm so sorry.

THIS WAS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING AHDJWJD OML, thigh riding with aemond yum 😋😋😋😋

Ever since that running aemond pic came out I've been thinking non stop about his thighs so... would you like to write something involving riding aemond's thigh? I have no other wishes and I totally get it if you think that's not enough of a prompt. You can ignore this if you want but I'd love to see what you can come up with!

You asked for this back in June, I'm so sorry for how long this has taken me. I am a shambles of a human being, truly. I hope you've stuck around long enough to see this!

Warnings: Thigh riding, smut, me playing fast and loose with canon. Word count: ~1.3k

The candle that rests beside her on the reading table burns low as she sits in her and Aemond’s marital chambers. The book that is spread out in front of her, Coming of the Andals, lays unread; her fingers tap anxiously against its pages, as her eyes remain fixed upon the door.

Aemond had been called to a meeting of the Small Council. They both knew why, it has been a long time coming. The injuries that Aegon sustained during the battle of Rook’s Rest have left him bedridden, he is no longer fit to rule, and their grandsire’s capacity for what he can do in his stead has reached its limit. Westeros needs a Targaryen upon the throne, and Aemond is next in line. It is a position she knows that her husband is all too eager to fill.

He ought to be back by now though, it has been hours. The evening grows late, and she has long since sent away her chambermaids, refusing to be readied for bed. She has no desire to sleep until Aemond returns, so she forgoes the comfort of her nightgown, despite longing to unlace the meticulously fastened ribbons that hold her bodice tightly in place against her ribcage.

Tiredness and impatience pluck at her nerves, making her shift irritably in her chair. She startles at a polite rap at the door, if it was Aemond then he would simply walk in, he would not bother to knock. Her brow furrows in confusion as she rises, walking towards the door to open it.

She looks down into the wide eyed anticipation of one of the Keep’s page boys. He clears his throat before speaking.

“Apologies for the disturbance at such a late hour, Princess, Prince Aemond has requested your presence in the throne room.”

She sighs, nodding and bidding the young lad goodnight, before snuffing out the candle and making her way through the corridors of Maegor’s Holdfast towards the Great Hall. The walk is long, and she is grateful she has not yet changed into her nightclothes, as the gown she wears does little to keep the chill of the castle air from nipping at her skin. She would feel annoyed at Aemond insisting she come all this way, were it not for the mixture of curiosity and excitement that flutters lightly in her chest.

Pushing open the great oak and bronze doors, her eyes scan the long carpet that stretches the length of the room, up to the high, narrow steps that lead to the raised iron dais. Aemond sits upon the throne. She stands silently as she regards him. His arms rest on either side of the asymmetrical tangle of jagged and twisted blades, long fingers curled around the makeshift armrests.

He is dressed as he was when he had left her earlier that evening; black, leather tunic, black breeches and leather boots, except this time the Conqueror’s crown sits atop his snowy head of hair, the Valyrian steel and rubies gleaming iridescent in the moonlight. He cuts quite the imposing figure as his single eye stares at her impassively.

Slowly, she descends the steps into the Hall, making her way along the carpet, maintaining eye contact with her husband the entire time. His lips quirk, the faintest trace of amusement tugging at their corners as he observes the unhurried pace with which she moves. It is not until she stands before the throne that he bothers to speak.

“It is not polite to keep your King waiting,” he utters quietly.

“Prince Regent,” she corrects him. “And it is not becoming of a King to rouse ladies from their slumber in the middle of the night.”

He huffs through his nose, smirking at her as he leans forward slightly. “You do not appear to be dressed for sleep. I must say, I am disappointed.”

“It is improper for a lady to greet the King in such a state of undress, or is that how you will have all the ladies of the court attend to you?”

“Hmmm. I have not yet decided how I would like you to attend to me. Will you curtsy to me?”

“Never,” she whispers with a playful giggle.

“Such insolence must be met with the King’s justice.”

She takes his hand as he offers it out, gasping as he tugs her forcefully up to him, her knees landing either side of one of his, as she sits against his thigh. Even through her skirts she can feel the unyielding sharpness of the throne beneath them. She steadies herself, placing her hands upon the smooth suppleness of the leather that covers his shoulders.

Aemond grasps her waist with one hand, the other moving to weave itself into her hair, as his eye drinks her in. She allows her gaze to wander to the crown, taking in the way it sinks into the thick silkiness of his hair.

“It suits you,” she says quietly.

“It looks better on me than it ever did on him.”

“And is this what has kept you from our bed?”

“I wanted you to see.”

He flexes his thigh, raising his leg to brush against her clothed core and she sucks in a shaky breath, the sensation causing a jolt that makes her throb with want.

“I would have seen…” she retorts with a slight whine, as the hand holding her waist moves to her hip, gripping it tightly and encouraging her to grind against him.

“Not like this,” he hisses, tugging her head back by her hair and mouthing hotly at her neck.

She moans, her nails digging into his shoulders to ground herself, as she fucks herself against his thigh, aided by the occasional bounce and flex of the muscle from Aemond. The ache between her legs is almost unbearable, the gusset of her smallclothes growing sticky with arousal, as the sensation of his lips upon her flesh makes her shudder.

“This moment is just for us,” he mutters, pushing and pulling her more forcefully against him, encouraging her to move faster. “But we shall have many more like it.”

“Gods, Aemond, please,” she whimpers, insides clenching around nothing as the friction against her aching pearl grows more intense.

“I will fuck a babe into you upon this throne,” he snarls, shifting his hand from her hair to pluck harshly at the lacings of her gown, before tugging down her bodice and wrapping his lips around the peak of her breast.

Arching against him, she buries her hands in his hair, keeping him anchored to her chest. The warmth of his scalp and the softness of the tresses between her fingers are oddly juxtaposed with the hardened coolness of the Valyrian steel that crowns Aemond’s head, but she has little time to dwell upon it.

She cants wantonly against Aemond’s leg, the pressure in her lower belly increasing, aided by the swirl of his wet tongue against her sensitive nipple. When it finally yields, she collapses forward against him with a strangled cry of pleasure, a rush of wetness soaking her smallclothes and leaving a damp patch on the area of her husband’s trousers that she rests against. Warmth cascades over her body, making her feel boneless as she pants for breath and Aemond’s lips release her with a wet pop.

He holds her steady, leaning back to look at her, as a cat might regard a mouse it toys with. His hooded eye roves over her glassy eyes, her parted lips, her bare chest, before he lifts a hand to adjust his crown slightly. “Hmmm. Yes. It makes everything look better.”

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

katsuki who gets fucking heated when you won’t let him do stuff for you..except it’s always the stupidest shit ever. he’s glaring at you, jaw set tight and you can practically see veins popping and he’s huffing n just so mad. he’s looking at you like you just killed his mother.

..and it’s all because you threw away the wrapper for a sweet treat he got for you instead of letting him do it.

[hallucxnating]

Brain chemistry has been altered after reading the manga