#ugh blushing

[qprconcepts]

qpp who never shuts tf up x qpp who:

[evgar]

portrait study 🌷

[bibemiiu]

Am I late for this trend?

[reineydraws]

my tablet died and i think my wips are officially lost lmao so here's part of a comic that's prob never gonna get finished. 🥲 tho tbf it's been months since i worked on it so chances were low it'd get done anyways. 😅 my current pfp is from that first montage, but coloured (third image)!

the premise was that the strawhats and the red-haired pirates finally meet. luffy and shanks joyfully reunite and all the strawhats are excited and happily bustling about, touching base with the other emperor's crew--except zoro, who is hanging back and giving shanks the stink eye (second image). eventually shanks notices him and says, very cheerfully, "zoro, hi!" which pisses zoro off further.

usopp or nami ask what's wrong with him and if he's met shanks before, and zoro has the flashback doodle montage in the first image and growls, "yeah, he's my dad's annoying boyfriend." the strawhats are like, "you have a dad???" and then shanks is like, "aw 🥹 did you just call mihawk 'dad'? cute!" and then the strawhats are gaping like, "mihawk is your dad????????" (except for luffy in the back who goes, "shanks has a boyfriend? :D") and the comic ends on zoro angrily blushing and telling everyone to shut up.

anyways, it was something like that. 😂 i hope you at least enjoyed the summary haha.

[aemondapologistfrfr]

I See You As You Are - Pt4

aemond x f!reader 

Series Masterlist

Summary: You and Aemond decide to spend your wedding day how you two please. Aemond makes sure the day consists of anything you desire and doesn’t care if anyone has anything to say about it.

Warnings: 18+ ugh their wedding and their love 🥹, teasing, fingering, oral(f), loss of virginity, p in v, aemond soft launching a breeding kink?

Authors Note: back to ur regular scheduled smut xx also i’m adding an extra chap so overall we’ll have 7 🙂

Word Count: 6.6k well

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You’ve been up for an hour when your handmaidens come to wake you for the day. You’re buzzing with excitement and nerves and decide to write Aemond another letter. You take a seat at the table as your handmaidens surround your vanity and begin to prepare your bath. They pull your gown from your wardrobe, letting you have your peace at your table as you smile, swiping the ink across the parchment. 

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Aemond, 

I’m so very excited for today but is it wrong for me to wish it was just us and not an entire hall. 

I selfishly wish I could stay at your side the whole day but I know I will see you sparingly - which I find odd given it’s our day. 

There’s not really a point to this letter besides me telling you that I wish we could go about our day and then just show up to the ceremony together - and to give you another letter to add to your collection. 

It warms my heart to know the next time I write you a letter I can address it as ‘Husband’. 

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You roll the parchment and hand it off to your guard and he nods with a smile. You wonder if he’ll be thankful not having to be your personal raven when you move into Aemonds chambers. You turn to begin to make a cup of tea and curl up on your chaise. There’s a knock on your door and you can’t help but foolishly hope and when you open your door you grin. 

“Who says we can’t go about our day and then show up at our ceremony together?” Aemond smiles down at you. 

“Won’t we get in trouble?” you nibble your lip. 

“No one will yell at you.” he brushes his fingers against your cheek. “Go dress. Have them put your gown on if you please.” he smirks. 

“Then will you dress with me? In your ceremonial attire?” you grab his hand. 

“If you wish.” he hums. 

“I do.” you nod quickly. 

“Then I will be back.” he brings your hand to his lips before he disappears back down the hall. You close your doors and turn to your handmaidens. 

“I wish to put my gown on. Quickly if possible. If my hair could be done as well I’d be appreciative.” you smile and they look at you alarmed. 

“But-

“Please, I will take the blame.” you nod. 

“Very well.” one of them whispers. 

Your chambers become busy with excitement as they break into smiles with you. As you’re tied into your gown, your hair is being brushed and pinned. Your stockings are pulled up quickly as you step into your slippers. When you stand to look in the mirror there’s a knock on your door. You shuffle over and open them quickly. 

“My Gods,” Aemond breathes. “You truly are a piece of art.” he tilts your chin up. “Breathtaking.” he shakes his head. 

“You look very handsome.” you step back to look over him. 

“What would you like to do this morning?” he offers you his arm. 

“I think I would like to walk along the bay today.” you hold onto his arm as he starts you down the halls. 

You hold onto his arm and look straight ahead as he leads you down the stairs. The both of you get more looks than normal but that of course was expected when you had your gown put on. He leads you out of the Keep and you lean in closer to him out of the confines of the brick. 

“I think I quite like you.” you muse looking up at him. 

“What do you mean by that?” he chuckles, raising his brow. 

“I mean that I like that you would let us dress and go for a walk and avoid responsibilities. That you take me to the water with no care if my gown gets sullied.” you chew your lip to stop yourself from just showering him in compliments. “Just know that I like you greatly.” you nod and look back up at him once more.

“I should hope so. We are to wed in a couple hours.” he presses his lips to the side of your head. “And as you said in your letter: today is for us. I wish to spend it with you.” he leads you down a stone path that leads to the gate behind the Keep. 

“It’s very peaceful back here. Maybe we should start to read back here.” you smile spotting a bench. “We could have picnics.” you turn to him with a grin. 

“Anything you wish.” he leads you over to the bench and takes a seat next to you. You both watch the waves ripple through the water enjoying the silence of the early morning. 

“What did you ask the moon for when we were in the gardens?” a small flush rises to his cheeks. 

“I had wished for you to truly care for me and not just for duty's sake.” he looks out at the bay. 

“But I had cared for you so openly by then. Gods, I cared for you so very deeply.” you grab onto his arm. 

“The moon had proven that as it had granted your wish. When you said you wished for me to kiss you I had thought my heart would stop.” he’s still looking out at the bay and you desperately want to see him. 

“What of your second wish?” you scoot closer. 

“I had wished that you would keep asking for things. Asking for me. Wanting me. Desiring me. And then you called me your personal moon when you asked me to dance with you and I agreed.” you’re thigh to thigh with him, waiting for him to turn to you. “I’ll always agree. I will always do whatever you ask of me.” he shakes his head softly. 

“I wish for you to turn to me.” you whisper and he turns his head looking at you with a glossy eye. 

“I shouldn’t let my emotions get the better of me in front of you.” he looks up at the sky, flaring his nostrils. 

“We are alone, it’s okay. I’m almost your wife, I would hope you feel comfortable enough to share your feelings with me.” you reach up and cup his cheek and he looks down at you. “Can I kiss you one last time before we wed?” he looks at your lips and nods once. 

You lean up and press your lips softly to his. You pull back and press your lips to both of his cheeks before pulling him into a tight embrace. His arms wrap around you and you sit in each other's embrace for a couple of minutes. His arms start to loosen and he looks down at you with a soft smile. 

“If we’re avoiding the Keep this morning, might I interest you in dining by the docks?” you match his smile as you nod and he begins to lead you in the opposite direction. 

Aemond leads you through another set of forgotten gates and soon the sound of the city grows. As you turn the corner you’re greeted by the bustling docks and heads turn to take in you and Aemond. You lean into his side and the crowd goes on as normal. It seems after the first glance the people go back to their days content to let the Prince parade his wife around. 

“Is there anything you want to try?” he looks down at you. 

“Do you have something you prefer?” you look around at all of the different stalls. 

“I must admit that I rarely come here. If I’m leaving the Keep it’s to go to Vhagar or a blacksmith.” he watches your eyes linger on a grilled chicken. 

“Then we shall learn what we like together.” you grab his hand and tug him over to the closest stall. You watch as Aemond hands the man a coin and turns to you with a napkin filled with food. 

“I will feed you. I know you care not if your dress gets sullied but I don’t wish for you to have food down the front of it.” he lifts a piece of meat to your mouth. 

“Aemond, is this you telling me I’m a messy eater?” you take the meat from his fingers and he clenches his jaw when your lips brush against his digits. 

“No, this is me wanting to do everything for you today. I’m half tempted to carry you through the streets.” he watches you roll your eyes with a soft smile. “Do you like it?” you nod with a smile still chewing. 

“Try it.” you pluck another piece from the napkin and bring it to his lips. His fingers hold onto your wrist as he takes the meat from your fingers. 

This process goes on for the next hour as you try all of the stalls until you’re both full. He slowly leads you back to the Keep through the city streets. At every block he offers to carry you or hold your skirts as they slowly become stained. You shake your head and hold onto his arm saying you’re only to wear this gown once and it might as well see the light of day. The sun is slowly descending in the sky by the time you both walk through the main gates of the Keep. 

“Thank the Gods.” his mother rushes down the stairs to you both. “Your gown.” her eyes widen as she takes on the ends of your skirts. “Aemond.” she narrows her eyes at him. 

“If you’ll excuse us we’re going for a walk in the gardens.” he starts to lead you away from her when his mother shuffles to block the way. 

“The day has already been planned for months now and you both disappear in your ceremonial attire. You’re both to be getting ready as we speak.” her words are rushed and silent. 

“We’ll show up to the ceremony together when we’re done in the gardens.” Aemond looks down at his mother. 

“What of your gown?” she turns to you with a small frown. 

“I’m content. I just wish to spend my time with Aemond.” you step closer to him. 

“And so you shall.” he hums, pulling you into his side. “If you’ll excuse us.” he steps you both around his mother and continues to lead you into the gardens. 

He leads you to the table you shared a meal at when everything changed. Servants reluctantly bring you tea and small cakes and avert their eyes. You look around the garden and spot his mother staring at the two of you from the entrance. 

“Do you think she’s mad at me?” you whisper across to Aemond who then turns to stare at his mother before watching her storm back to the Keep.

“No, she's mad at me. But I promise there is no reason to worry. The whole Keep should feel lucky we’re allowing them a glimpse at us let alone inviting them to our ceremony. If I had it my way it would be the two of us, a maester, and a witness.” he reaches across the table to take your hand in his. “Then we would exchange our rings and a few words.” he lifts your fingers, studying the delicate jewelry that adorns them. 

“I would like that.” you whisper, reaching your other hand out for his. 

“We wouldn’t have to attend some feast. I could just take you back to my chambers.” he watches your cheeks flush. “And give you the kisses you’ve been begging for the past couple days.” he chuckles at your soft scowl. 

“You’re only giving me kisses tonight?” you tilt your head. 

“What else would you like?” he smirks, watching your flush deepen. 

“Aren’t you going to bed me?” your voice hushed. 

“I’m surprised your friends haven’t given you any other ideas to request.” he leans back watching you lean closer to him. 

“Aemond,” you hiss, looking around at the people nearby. 

“My tongue can go other places besides your mouth.” he enjoys watching you squirm in your chair across from him. 

“Like where?” he groans at the breathiness of your voice. 

“I will show you later if you desire.” you nod at his words. 

“What else?” you plead, having no care about the desperation in your voice. 

“This is no conversation for the gardens.” he pats your hand as you pout. 

“Just tell me one more thing. Please,” you hold onto his hand tighter. “Please.” you whisper. 

“What is it that you want me to tell you?” he chuckles lowly. “You want to hear how I’m going to peel off your gown and run my fingers all over you?” he watches your pupils dilate. 

“Mhm,” you nibble your lip as you feel your body heat. 

“Have you ever touched your cunny?” he tilts his head and hears your gasp.

“No.” you shake your head quickly. “Are you going to use your tongue? Or does it not go down there?” he feels his trousers tightening. 

“This is far more than one more thing. You’ll have to wait until later.” he readjusts in his seat. 

“Just one more.” he shakes his head at your pleas. “Aemond, my personal moon, please,” you whine and he’s ready to cancel the whole ceremony and spend the rest of the day in bed with you. 

“I’m gonna open your thighs,” he nods, leaning across the table. “And I’m going to lick your sweet little cunny until it’s crying for me.” he’s content with the furious blush across your face. “Would you like that?” you nod quickly again. 

“Can we just retire for the night now?” your words still a whisper. 

“Excuse me,” a servant comes up to the table with a bowed head and you both pull apart quickly. “Her Grace asked for you both within the Keep.” Aemond clears his throat and the servant's head lowers even more. 

“For what purpose?” he prompts. 

“I believe your wedding ceremony has begun.” they glance up between us. 

“What has led you to believe that?” you watch the servant glance up. 

“The halls are empty and there is music coming from the great hall. Her Grace seemed a bit..” they shake their head. 

“Very well. Thank you,” they bow their head and run off. 

“Well we should go then?” you push your chair back. 

“Mm, I think I’d like to finish my tea first.” he leans back and picks up his cup. “It’s our wedding.” he smiles over his cup. 

“To us?” you raise your tea cup with a matching smile. 

“To us.” he raises his cup slightly and takes a sip with you. You both sit in the gardens watching the sun sink lower as your cups empty. “Shall we go get married?” he stands with a smile.

“I would like nothing more.” you nod and he comes around the table to offer you his arm.

He leads you slowly out of the gardens and by the time you’re walking up the main steps of the Keep the music from the great hall greets your ears. You both take your time walking through the Keep, enjoying the emptiness of it during this hour. As you round the corner to the great hall his mother is standing in front of the doors with her arms crossed. 

“Lovely of you two to join us.” her tone says anything but. 

“Is everyone waiting for us then?” you look up at Aemond and his words. 

“We’ve been waiting for almost an hour now.” she glares at him. 

“Then let us wait no longer.” he steps to the side and pushes the door open and begins to lead you into the hall. 

You cling to his arm tighter and he brings his other hand around to softly pat your hand. You look up and see everyone looking over the two of you and you notice most of the women looking at the bottom of your skirts. You tilt your head down as you take the slow steps with Aemond and he clears his throat calling your attention. 

“Keep your head up. They’re just jealous of your beauty.” his words bring a smile to your face. “And must I remind you that this gown is just going to end up on the floors in my chambers. I care not that it’s dirty.” he smiles seeing your blush. 

“Thank you.” you look up at him. 

He nods and kisses your head as you continue through the hall. As you approach the front you see his siblings standing near the maester with smiles. You wince seeing his mother approaching from the side and once again Aemond pulls you closer whispering soothing words. When you finally make it to the dais he helps you step up and you both turn and face each other. 

The maester begins to talk but you couldn’t care less as you look up at Aemond. Your hands are clasped in his and your cheeks are stretched as you beam up at him. He brushes your hair back and you step closer willing this ceremony to come to a close. The maester clears his throat and you both turn to him and he offers you a small nod. 

“Thank you for seeing me as I am.” Aemond whispers, brushing your cheek. “May I kiss you?” he searches your eyes. 

“I wish for nothing more at this moment.” you nod your head. 

His lips press to yours softly and you fold into him hugging him tightly. Aemond pulls back and you grab his cheeks and pull him down to your lips once more. The hall fills with cheers as the two of you stay connected. When you finally pull back you smile at his flush knowing you look the same. He leads you around to the table to take your seats and you scoot your chair closer to him. You grab his hand under the table and watch his flush deepen. 

“Husband?” you ask softly and his head snaps to you. “I wish to retire after we dine. I don’t want to be here all night.” your words hushed, only for him. 

“Tell me when you’re ready to leave and we will do so.” he nods, bringing your hand to his lips. “My wife.” your heart flutters at his words. 

“I’m so very happy.” you squeeze his hand. You bring your intertwined hands to your lap and look out at the hall as everyone starts to move around. 

Your plates and cups are filled as you and Aemond sit silently next to each other. His thumb rubs circles onto your hand and he watches you from the corner of his eyes scoot even closer. He lets go of your hand to pull your chair closer and he watches as you blush. He offers you his hand once more and you accept and rest your head on his arm. 

Visiting Lords and Ladies come up to the dais to congratulate you both. You offer them thanks and warm smiles but Aemond can slowly feel you curling in closer. He offers them nods and keeps them moving until he hears your soft sigh. He ignores the next guests and turns his full attention to you. 

“Are you okay?” he brushes your cheek. 

“I think I’m ready to retire.” you whisper. 

“Would you indulge me in our first dance and then I can whisk us away?” he cups both of your cheeks and places a soft kiss on your lips. 

“I would like that.” you mumble against his lips. 

He stands and offers you his hand and the whole hall seems to stop and watch your every move. You walk with him to the center of the hall and you hear rushed instruments before they settle into a soft song. He keeps your hand in his and places his other on your waist squeezing softly. You bring your other hand up to his chest and look up at him with a soft smile. 

“You are so beautiful.” he whispers as he begins to sway you both to the music. 

“Thank you.” he watches your cheeks flush before you rest your head against his chest. “I’m just..” you shake your head wanting to wrap both of your arms around him. “I’m just so happy.” you look up at him with glossy eyes. 

“Why are you crying?” he moves his hand from your waist to wipe away your tears. 

“Because I love you so fiercely.” you sniffle and let go of his hand to hug him. He slowly wraps his arms around you and smoothes your hair. 

“Let’s go.” he whispers, pressing his lips to your head. 

He claims your hand once more and begins to lead you out of the hall. You can feel everyone’s eyes on your back and you hold onto Aemonds hand tighter. When the doors to the great hall groan shut he stops you and presses his lips to yours. You have no care for the few passing people as you hold onto him tightly. He lifts you up and you gasp, wrapping your legs around him. 

You wrap your arms around his neck trying to get closer. He chuckles into your mouth as he continues to walk you both down the hall. “I can walk.” you murmur as he starts up the steps. 

“I don’t care.” he pulls back to look at your flushed face. 

“Aemond,” you whine, feeling your skirts rise up. “What if someone sees?” you take one of your hands to try and cover your legs. 

“Who will see? Everyone is in the great hall enjoying our ceremony.” he mumbles, kissing down your jaw as he makes it to the top landing. “No one is around to see you trembling in my arms.” he sucks softly on your neck as he turns down another hall. He groans hearing your small whimpers as you dig into the back of his doublet. 

“Aemond,” you squeak as he softly bites onto your pulse. 

“Shh,” he chuckles as he turns the last corner to his chambers. You hear his doors open and click shut and he’s carrying you up another set of stairs. You lift your head up to look around and Aemond bites down with a little more purpose bringing your attention back to him. He finally sets you back down on the ground as he reaches his open chambers. “What do-

You pull him down to your lips and you feel his chest shake with laughter. You push your hands under his doublet at the same time he pushes his tongue into your mouth. “I want to feel you.” you mumble sliding your hands up his back. 

“Then take off my doublet.” he makes no move to stop kissing you. “Or do you need help with that, my innocent little wife?” he chuckles when you dig your nails into his back. 

“I can do it.” you huff, pulling back with pursed lips. 

“Now you’re going to pout?” he brushes his fingers against your lips. “I wonder if you’ll still be pouting when I lick your cunny.” he chuckles, watching your cheeks redden. 

“Stop teasing me.” you glare up at him trying to hide your smile. 

“Would you like me to show you what teasing truly is?” he smirks, stepping closer to you. “Hm?” he grabs your chin and tilts it up to him. “Let me help you.” he grabs your hands and brings them up to his buttons. “They’re quite simple. See?” his eye flashes to your flared nostrils as he undoes the first button. 

You leave your fingers dug into his doublet and he chuckles moving down to the next button. He finishes unfastening the buttons and you’re quick to pull it off. You grab the bottom of his tunic and pull it out of his trousers and pull it up signaling to him that you want it off. 

“What would you like?” he bites his lip watching you pull his tunic up to his collar. 

“I want this off.” he groans at your soft whine. 

“There’s your sweet voice. I don’t wish for you to deprive me of it.” he hums pulling the fabric off. 

“My Gods you are divine, Aemond.” you press your palms against his muscles next bringing your lips to his chest as he grabs onto your waist. Your hands slide around to his back and you groan feeling the definition across the expanse of if. “You’re so beautiful,” you press your lips against him once more. “And so kind,” your lips kiss his chest again. “Except when you’re teasing me.” he lets out a low chuckle. “But I think you’re so very perfect, Aemond.” you reach up and pull his lips back down to yours. 

“I love you dearly.” he whispers into your mouth. Your hands run over his back and chest before slowly sliding down to the laces on his trousers. “Let’s get you out of this gown first.” he grabs your wrists. 

He turns you around and brushes your hair over your shoulders before his fingers latch on to the laces of your gown. He slowly pulls them loose and your heart starts to beat faster. His fingertips brush down your spine as he slowly pulls the gown lower. You step out of your gown and turn to him only clad in your slip when you look up to him his lips are on yours. His hands rest at your waist and slowly start to pull up your slip. 

“I’m nervous.” you whisper and he pulls back with a furrowed brow. 

“Why are you nervous?” he lets go of your waist and instead grabs your hands. 

“What if I’m not to your liking?” your words are soft. 

“Not to my liking.” he shakes his head. “I plan to worship you for the rest of the night. The rest of our lives.” he cups your face. “If you’ll allow me.” he searches your eyes when you nod. “We don’t even have to take your slip off, if you would like to keep it on.” his words soft and reassuring. 

“You can take it off.” you blink up at him. 

“You’re sure?” he asks once more. 

“Yes.” you chew your lip. 

Aemond slowly moves his hands down to the hem of your slip and looks at you in silent question once more. He smirks seeing you purse your lips and grab for the hem yourself but he bats your hands away. As he slowly pulls the silk up he’s greeted by your pebbling skin. You lift your arms as he pulls it the rest of the way off and you look up at him chewing your lip. His eye trails over your body and watches you shift on your feet. 

“Am I to your-

“Shh shh,” he steps closer. “My beautiful wife.” he brushes his knuckles against your cheek. “Perfection.” he hums. “May I touch you?” his hands hover around your waist. 

“Please,” you nod. 

You watch him step closer to you and let out a small noise when his hands meet your waist once more. He presses his lips softly to yours while he slowly trails his fingers against your skin. He brushes his thumbs under your breasts causing you to gasp into his mouth. He keeps his touch light wanting to see how you react and what kind of touch you like best. He slowly engulfs your breasts with his hands and you pull back and look up at him with lidded eyes. 

“Is this okay?” he asks, softly kneading into your flesh. 

“Yes.” you nod quickly. He rubs his thumbs against your nipples and almost buckles over at the whimper that comes from your mouth. He takes the hardened peaks between his fingers and softly rolls them. “Aem,” his eye snaps up to you at the name. 

“Does this feel good?” he watches your face as he pinches them. 

“I liked it when you-“ you gasp as he rolls them. “Yes, that.” you bite your lip.

“My tongue can go here too.” his words soft as he slowly rolls and pinches your nipples. “Would you like that?” he lets his hands slide back down to your waist. 

“Please,” you reach for his hands. 

He presses his lips to yours and kisses down to your neck. You hold onto his arms as he slowly kisses down your chest and when he flicks his tongue across your nipple your nails dig into his arm. He encases your nipple with his lips and sucks softly earning him the smallest whines he’s ever heard. 

“Aemond,” he pulls back, swirling his tongue around the hardened peak looking up at your flushed cheeks. 

“Hm?” he smirks, kissing across to your other nipple. “Tell me how this feels.” he moves his hand lower on your waist when he encases your nipple. As you’re about to speak one of his fingers slides up your slit. 

“Aem, I-“ your stomach tightens as he continues to trail his finger slowly up and down all the while his tongue is flicking against your peak. “Feels so good,” your hips jerk against his hand and he smiles against your chest. “Oh,” you push your chest into his face as he starts to circle your bud. “I like,” you gasp. “I like this but I might fall,” you let out a breathy laugh. 

“I won’t let you fall.” he smiles, wrapping his free arm around your waist and pulling back from your nipple. He brings a second finger to your bud and speeds up his movements. You reach up and pull his lips down to yours. You pull back, squeezing your thighs around his hand. 

“Aemond, I- I’m gonna fa-“ you grab onto him tightly as pleasure slams through you. “Mm, yes,” you soft sounds are going straight to his cock but he’s nowhere near ready to take you yet. 

“You’re so perfect.” he continues to circle his fingers as you tremble against him. He removes his hand and you watch as he brings his glistening fingers to his mouth. “Mm, and so very sweet.” you look up at him with a heaving chest. “Let’s go to the bed.” you nod quickly. 

“Can I take your trousers off yet?” your hands reach for his laces. 

“Not yet.” he chuckles, grabbing your wrists. He brings you to his bed, gently laying you back in the center. He stands back and watches you cross your legs in front of your center. “No, no,” he tsks. “Do not hide from me.” he crawls on the bed, running his hands up your legs. 

“What do you want me to do?” you nibble your lip. 

“Open these sweet thighs so I can lay between them.” he watches you blush furiously. “Thank you.” he hums as you slowly spread your legs allowing him to settle between them. He presses his lips to the insides of your thighs and on the sides of your slit. 

“Aemond,” your hips softly jerk. 

“Yes, my sweet wife?” he looks up at you while he wraps his hands around your thighs. “Put these over my shoulders.” he pats your leg. He looks up at you while he licks up your center feeling your legs shake on either side of his head. “Does this feel good?” he licks his tongue up your center once more. 

“Yes.” you look down at him nodding quickly. 

“Mm, keep telling me how much you like it while I’m down here.” he dips back down and flicks against your bud quickly. 

“Please, yes,” you softly roll your hips and he starts to move his tongue faster. He glances up at you seeing your head tossed back and fingers gripped in his sheets. “Aemond, please Aemond,” you cry out and he wraps his lips around your bud and you let out a small cry. 

His fingers dig into your waist when you start to arch off the bed. Your toes curl as you start to squeeze your legs around his head. With a soft moan and a heaving chest your pleasure pulses through you. Aemond slowly licks at you before he pulls back and presses his lips against your legs. 

“I’m going to do that again, but with my fingers too.” he looks up to you and sees you nodding. 

“I want to kiss you.” you look at him with lidded eyes. “Right now.” you tug his arm and he smirks. He slowly kisses up your body and when he finally reaches your lips he rolls his clothed hips into you. You hold onto the back of his neck as you pant into his mouth while he continues to rock against you. “I’m gonna ruin your trousers.” you whine. He rests his forehead on yours and lets out a breathy chuckle. 

“Please do.” he starts to truly hump against you and you wrap your legs around his waist. He kisses through your soft gasps and when his fingers roll one of your nipples you go taut beneath him, whimpering into his mouth as you come undone. “I thought you just wanted a kiss.” he chuckles, unwrapping your legs to begin kissing back down your body once more. 

“I liked that too.” you look down at him with flushed cheeks. “Aem-Mm, please,” you whine when he slides a finger through your wetness and circles your core. 

“I think that was my favorite sound you’ve made tonight.” he slowly pushes his finger into you, earning him a high pitched gasp. “That might be a close second.” he nods as he slowly circles his tongue around your bud. When he circles a second finger you plead for more when he pushes it in, keeping his languid pace. 

“Aemond,” you plead desperately. 

“Yes?” he lifts his head while continuing to pump his fingers. 

“I want you.” your stomach flexes as he starts to move his fingers faster. “I’m ready, please. Ple-

“Hm?” he tilts his head watching you arch off the bed. His fingers continue to quicken and he brings his thumb up to rub your bud. “What is it that you’re ready for?” he smiles, hearing your wetness compete with your whines. 

“Aemond,” your fingers dig into his sheets and he watches as your pleasure seeps out of you. 

“How are you feeling?” he slowly pulls his fingers out and watches as your legs tremble. 

“So good.” you pant, peeling your eyes open. “I need you.” you reach out for him. 

“I’m here.” he nods and comes up to press his lips against yours. 

“Take me.” you whisper against his lips and he’s off the bed removing his trousers the next moment. He hears you whine and he is back on top of you pressing his lips to yours. Your arms wrap around him and he softly rocks his hips into you. “Mm, please,” you whimper into his mouth. 

“Tell me if you need me to stop or do anything.” he lifts his head and you nod, arching into him, wanting him to be molded to you once more. “Okay?” you let out a small whine. 

“Okay.” you pull him back down to your lips. 

Whimpers spill from you as he collects some of your wetness to coat himself. He reaches between the both of you and lines himself up. When he slowly starts to press into you, you cling against him tighter. The kiss you share is full of heavy breathing and soft gasps. He moves his hands to cradle the sides of your head, leaning on his forearms as he fully sheaths himself inside of you. He presses his forehead against yours as both pant into the space between you. 

“How do you feel?” his words breathy, trying not to focus on how your walls flutter around him. 

“Full.” he groans, feeling you squirm beneath him. “Please start moving.” he breathes out a chuckle. 

“Of course.” he slowly pulls out watching your eyes become lidded. He pushes back in slowly listening to your soft noises. As he continues to slowly rock into you he hears your whimpers start to get louder. 

“Aemond,” you gasp when you wrap your legs around his waist. The new angle causes him to snap his hips into yours, stealing your breath before he continues his slow pace. “Again.” you whine, jerking your hips up. 

“Not tonight.” he grunts, stopping his motions and pressing you into the mattress. “We have to work up to that.” he presses his lips to yours slowly rolling his hips.

“Please,” you whine against his lips. “Ple- Aemond,” he starts to rock his hips into yours. “Yes,” you gasp as he continues his slow motions. 

“You’re about to fall apart as is.” he pulls back watching you try to keep your eyes open. He starts to press his hips into yours once more feeling his release approaching with your soft noises. “I wish to fill you lovingly tonight.” he smiles, feeling your nails dig into his back. 

“Please yes,” high pitched cries come from your mouth as you come undone around him. Aemonds hips fall into yours once more before you feel his warmth inside you. “Mm,” you tremble as he slowly rocks into you. 

“My beautiful wife. Soon to be growing with my child.” he presses into you feeling you flutter around him. 

“That sounded beautiful.” you mumble with shut eyes. “What did you say?” your hands slide from the back of his neck down to his chest. 

“My beautiful wife.” he presses his lips to yours. “Soon to be growing with my child.” he rocks his hips once more into you. 

“Our child.” you hum, softly pressing your hands into his chest. 

“Our child.” he smiles, slowly pulling out. “I will be right back so I can clean us. Or do you want a bath? Do you want water? Do you-

“I want you back in bed.” you whine, lifting your head to him, gracing him with your pout. 

“Of course, just one moment.” he nods with a smile and retrieves a cloth from the bathing chambers. When he walks back over to you he can feel his heart swell and it truly scares him for a moment how deeply he cares for you. He cleans you both and turns to discards the cloth before you start whining again. 

“This is much longer than one moment.” he chuckles softly at your words as he starts back towards you.

“My apologies,” he smiles, joining you back in bed. 

You roll over and curl against him and for a moment he stiffens, not used to sleeping with another person. “I’m happy I get to call you my husband now.” you throw your arm over his torso along with tangling your legs with his. He watches you attach yourself to him and he settles with a smile wrapping his arms around you. He rubs your back until he hears your even breathing before allowing himself to sleep. 

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he can guide me to his bedroom

[s-p-r-i-n-g-t-i-m-e]

mayhaps this is a hot take but I truly dislike “Loid gets murderous and overprotective of Anya dating Damian” content

like. there are sm reasons I dislike it

first off, just fundamentally, I hate that trope. I think parents being protective of children in general is cute, and even maybe protective against their partners to an extent, but it rlly feeds into the Western (esp American) notion of parents owning their children. it gets even grosser when it’s the dad and his daughter, it’s just a branch of ‘women and their purity having to be guarded until they’re properly married’ sexism

secondly, if this is pre-reveal (either Damian comes over/talks to Anya in front of Loid and it’s p obvious he has a crush, so Loid, of course, course notices, OR somehow, post-canon yet not revealed, they get together), Loid would absolutely use that to advance Operation Strix lol

obviously Loid is NOT a bad or uncaring father, he is absolutely not that, BUT he does also very vehemently care about achieving world peace thru his spy work, AND ANYA UNDERSTANDS AND EVEN AGREES WITH THIS (to the highest extent she can as a child, at least). he would never partake in extensive manipulation that’d harm Anya emotionally (or even Damian tbh, his whole goal is to create a world where no children have to cry) but he would DEFINITELY encourage their relationship in order to eventually, somehow get to Desmond the ghoul-eyed freak

thirdly, even if this is POST-reveal, I still don’t think Loid would be unreasonable. sure, he may apprehensive due to Damian’s family and more concrete examples of Anya growing up (MAYBE bc honestly I think Loid would be ecstatic with every milestone in Anya’s life considering how genuinely supportive and proud of her that he is) BUT. but

he, again, not only wants to create a world where no children have to cry, so he clearly values the youth and their quality of life, but ALSO KNOWS abt how shitty Damian’s father is. personally, I think he’d be GLAD that Damian has a safe place to come to, with ppl who’ll support him (unconsciously, bc Loid is very oblivious to his own emotions lmao)

anyways, tldr; the “Loid being super hostile to Damian dating Anya” trope is tired and sucks and we should move onto appreciating a trope that honours the CORE of sxf, more found family, where Damian joins the Forgers, even before he and Anya potentially marry (even before they date if possible tbh)

[eloquentsisyphianturmoil]

It’s just that Fingon’s like that stereotypical son who calls his mum and walks old ladies across the street, mows the lawn for his neighbours, brings home nice, pretty girls who want to be kindergarten teachers or something and is really passionate about some niche compassionate topic like children in poverty’s access to multiple sclerosis treatment and who everyone says is ‘such a nice boy’ but then he goes and dates the eldest kid of Mr. Stay Away From My Boys, Son, a flaming ginger who most people haven’t heard speak. And this is hilarious.

[hunter-burton]

YES SIR YES SIR 🫡🫡🫡🫡

@cob-alt-blue

[hooned]

big jay gifs because... Yes

[secretly-a-trekkie]

pov you didn't get to do Halloween so you and your besties run around taking photos two days late

[camels-pen]

ponder for a moment, zosanuso with Zoro realizing he likes pet names

Sanji and Usopp get together first. They are very lovey dovey and sappy because Sanji is lovey dovey and sappy and Usopp loves it, gets very swept away with it, and does his best to reciprocate. This shit is practically the bane of Zoro's existence. And that's not even getting into the pet names.

Some time later, he's got the realization that oh, huh, he likes Usopp. And oh, ugh, he likes the Cook too. And he might lament his own feelings about it, but eventually he tells them and then Zoro has two boyfriends.

And then one morning, Usopp comes to breakfast looking incredibly sleepy, and casually gives a "Morning, babe" to Zoro before taking his seat.

And Zoro finds he likes that. He really really likes it. And he's definitely showing it on his face somehow because soon after Sanji is ranting and raving about Zoro being an absolute hypocrite, because how dare he complain all this time about Sanji and Usopp calling each other honey and cher and darling, when he was just as bad as them-

Usopp is more awake now and trying not to laugh, for Zoro's sake. Zoro is very red and keeps trying to interrupt Sanji, but Sanji just talks louder over him. Zoro would start a fight, but Sanji hadn't finished serving breakfast yet and his arms are full of plates so he's forced to suffer.

[lake-snz]

Such good waves … 😭If you’re into it and comfortable sneezing in front of others a phone call during a fit would be … insane

Sick Phone Call Scenario (f)

Thank you anon :)

I decided to do a phone scenario rather than actually sneezing in front of others because I’m shy, but I hope this suffices!

Scenario:

You decide to pick up the phone and give me a call, as we haven’t spoken in some time and you’d like to catch up. However, the call quickly diverges from conversation to drawing attention to the sneezy mess I am. At first, I make an effort to slow the sneezes and quell how much my nose needs a tissue, but it doesn’t last long. I try to listen and be excited over your accomplishments, but my praises are drowned out by tickly releases that can’t help but come out.

[foolishskull]

hey boo!! just wanted to share this thought with you to do with what you will 😊

so at first i thought it was hilarious that one of the sd cc exclusives was a tiki thrawn. like. what is more the anthesis of thrawn than tiki?

but THEN i started thinking about what would thrawn be like in hawaii (or scarif i guess?) and i had this mental image of him on the beach in khakis and hawaiian print shirt (unbuttoned cough cough excuse me) with a coconut drink with the lil umbrella…

and then i really came around on the whole tiki thrawn 😅

I literally think about beach thrawn constantly . like . It’s a problem . this isn’t exactly what u described but it’s what came to mind and I definitely got carried away 💔

also. I have very strong opinions on what he’d actually wear to swim .