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Adrian Tepes comforting a reader with a small chest who often gets teased by the people around her about the size of her breasts. Hopefully this isn't weird. I am sorry.

Usually, you tried to not let things like your appearance bother you.

We were all made uniquely in God’s image, right? Or at least that was what the church said (although they said a lot of things). You tried to focus on the beauty in everyone’s uniqueness and even your own, but some days it was harder to be positive than others.

As a woman, you had always been slight in frame. This could sometimes be used to your advantage, masquerading as more masculine while a woman alone, but also not very female flattering to the eye when you did want attention. With Sypha being pregnant and starting to show, it was becoming increasingly more noticeable the difference and disadvantage in your figure. And though you tried to not be disheartened it still hurt to be eclipsed, literally, by the other woman’s boobs.

“What’s wrong?” Alucard asked as he came into your room. Obviously noticing something off in your character, even if you weren’t trying to be obvious.

“It’s nothing it’s just….” You try to think of a delicate way to say this but could not come up with one. So you just blurted it out, “do you wish my breasts were bigger?”

You think you heard Alucard stumble before you turned around. Clearly having lost his gait with that bombshell you dropped on him. “I beg your pardon?”

“My chest.” You repeat. Although going for a little more tact. “I know I’m not very…voluptuous.”

“And that is…a problem?”

You look at Alucard critically, wondering if he was being intentionally obtuse, but he seemed genuine in the question. “Isn’t that what most men prefer?”

“Most men are idiots.” He replied after a scoff.

He then came over to sit next to you on the bed and wrapped his arm around you. “Your figure is of little consequence to me. As long as you are healthy, and happy. Why I care for you has little to do with your appearance.”

“Gee, thanks.”

Alucard frowned. “You know what I mean. Vampire and my kind change very little over our long lifetimes. Humans change so quickly. It would be foolish to form an opinion of someone over something so temporary.”

“My chest has been this way my whole life. I don’t think it’s temporary.”

The dhampir sighed. “You are missing the point.” He then leaned in to place a peck on your forehead. “You could have breasts the size of melons or be flat as a board. It wouldn’t matter to me. I love you. Besides which, you must know that I do know what you look like and clearly have never been turned away by it.”

You smile bashfully and give him a nod. “I guess you’re right. I suppose I was feeling a little…jealous which Sypha’s new figure.”

“To hear her tell it it’s not all a bed of roses.” Alucard replied. “So keep that in mind when you wish for a fuller chest, and be sure to wish for a solid back as well.”

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Cooler Heads Will Prevail

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Reader

summary: it's too hot to do anything in the States. Except apparently write Aemond x Reader smut about how it's too hot.

tags: heterosexual sex, fingering, sex outdoors, aemond speaking High Valyrian cause it's sexy, Vhagar being sassy in the background. 

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“Gods how can you stand to wear that?”

You felt ten times hotter just looking at your husband, dressed in his traditional black & leathers, as he sat next to you while you baked in this heat. Even with all the windows and curtains open, dressed in the thinnest dress that modesty could cling to, and servants fanning you both like Dornish aristocracy, you still felt like you were melting.

“It is all a matter of perspective, my dear wife.” Aemond replied. Not looking up from his book. “And will power.”

You groan and drop your own book, spreading out as far as your limbs would go on the chaise. You despised these hot summers. Everything was hot. Everything you touched, including yourself, was sticky. You felt like every breath was drawing in more hot air, which in turn made you hotter, and considerably cranky. It was too hot to do anything.

Aemond glanced up at you with his good eye, then closed his books. The servants scatter when the prince stood. Taking away what little precious, if fruitless, relief you had. “Are you really that miserable?” He asked, leaning over you with one arm pressed against the back of the chaise.

“Just look at me.”

“I am.” His mouth coiled into a smirk as he leaned further down to kiss you.

But you turn your head away with an unsatisfied huff. “It’s too hot.” Though you loved Aemond unconditionally, apparently it had its limits. He’d have to wait until the sun went down, at the very least, before you would consider touching him.

The prince huffed. “Fine. Get up.”

You didn’t have time to ask Aemond why before he was grabbing your hand and hoisting you to your feet. Dragging you along behind him as you tried to keep up with his impressive gait thanks to those long legs.

Your protests & questions stopped halfway through your journey, and Aemond finally let your hand go once the two of you reached the Dragonpit. Vhagar’s indominable frame taking up most of the space a lotted to her as she coolly acknowledged her rider then settled back down. “What are we doing here?”

“Leaving the city.” Aemond was already mounting Vhagar. Settled into her saddle before he reached out to you with his hand.

You often dreamed of being a dragon rider. To be up in the skies. To command giants. But you didn’t have the blood for it. Instead, you just admired them from afar. “I thought you said Vhagar didn’t like secondary riders.”

“Vhagar does not like any rider but me.” He clarified. “But she will not harm you. Trust me.”

You did trust Aemond. Still, you glance over to Vhagar, looking into her giant eye for permission, who looked back at you for a long moment before she blinked with her inner lid and turned her gaze from you. You took that as a yes and grabbed Aemond’s hand.

He hoisted you up into the saddle with ease. Seating you in front of him. His legs on either side of you as he fastened you both to the harness before taking the reins. “sōvēs Vhagar.”

The dragon rose from her seat. Seeming annoyed about it, but you couldn’t be sure. She took three long strides before her wings were aloft and you were up in the air. You close your eyes tight. Gripping Aemon’s thighs on either side as you felt your stomach try to drop all the way back to the ground. “Open your eyes.” Aemond’s voice brushed against your ear, louder than the rushing air around you. You do as he says. With one at first, then opening both to see the beautiful bright sky around you and white, fluffy clouds. It was breath taking.

You aren’t brave enough to look down, but after a while Aemond shouted, “tegot Vhagar,” and the dragon circled around a patch of Earth before gracefully hurling itself towards it.

When you landed Aemond undid your bindings and jumped down. He held his arms out towards you, waiting for you to jump, and easily caught you when you fell into his open arms. “Where are we Aemond?”

The prince shrugged, “somewhere North.” That was all he said before he stalked off into the woods past the clearing.

You look around and admire the beauty of the small forest, before you follow after your husband. Vhagar seemed fine on her own to resume her nap while you both went on your walk to wherever Aemond was going. “Aemond, what are we doing here?”

“You said you were hot.” He told you. In a tone that implied ‘we just talked about this’ as he cut through the path.

“Yes. But why are we here?” It was significantly cooler, but still summer. The balminess of the city had been replaced with the natural humidity of the trees. One evil for a lesser one.

Aemond didn’t answer this time and instead pushed past the last of the greenery to reveal a second clearing. Sun dappled, with trees and flowers circling a natural freshwater pond, in a perfect idyllic scene. “Gods…It’s beautiful.”

“We did not come all this way just to look at it.”

You turn to Aemond to see him already unbuttoning his jerkin. “You cannot be serious.” Apparently, he was, as he was already tossing his jerkin aside and pulling off his under tunic. “Aemond?? We’re in the middle of nowhere!”

“Exactly. No one will find us.” His belt, boots, and pants quickly made it into the pile. His small clothes next. Then finally his eye patch. “Are you coming or not?” You stare at Aemond, a little slack jawed, as he stood there completely naked. As if you were the crazy one for not joining him.

Fingers carefully come up to your lacings. Fumbling with the strings as your embarrassment makes the digits unable to cooperate properly. Aemond was right, no one would see you. But this was still the first time you had been naked ‘in public’. Ladies did not go around the world in the nude. Although, apparently, a Targaryen’s woman did.

Aemond grinned as he watched you let loose your dress, then walked backwards a few paces before he turned and walked over to one of the rocks. Standing on it, like some Valyrian statue, before he jumped in. You were not nearly as brave, and shyly stepped into the water from its calm shore with your hands protecting your modesty.

The water was like ice on your overheated skin, but it felt so good! You let out a sigh and relax. Sinking neck deep into the water as you pulled your knees to your chest to float. “Feeling better?” You turn to look at Aemond as he swam up to you. His long hair floating behind him like a silver net. Looking more triton than dragon at the moment. You offer him a soft smile and nod.

The prince smiled back. Then he floated to his center before he stood, able to reach the bottom and have the water just barely brush past his navel. “Can I kiss you now?”

You looked up at Aemond, who was looking back down at you, waiting for an answer. Your smile broadens and you release your knees to stand on your own feet as well. The water just barely kissing your breasts in comparison. “Yes Aemond, you can kiss me.”

He looked so pleased. As if all this effort was worth it as he took your chin in his fingers to tilt your lips to his. You moan at the first contact of his tongue against yours. Hells…how long had it been since you kissed him properly.

You had not been joking when you said it was too hot to do anything. That included laying with your husband. Though you shared the same bed, the most you had done for the past weeks was brief kisses & touches before shunting off to your separate corners of the mattress. Desperate not to add anymore heat to your person.

Now that you were cooled off, a renewed heat was swelling up inside you. “Aemond…”

The man in question pulled back just a hair’s breadth to look at you. The hand once tilting up your chin now brushing water droplets from your cheek. “I have missed you, issa jorrāelagon.”

“I know.” And you felt guilty for that. “I’ve missed you too.” Together seperately had been the way things had been with this heat. But now you were somewhere cool, calm, and secluded with your husband.

You latch on to Aemond like a drowning man. His body your life raft. His kiss your air. He pulled you in with equal fervor and you felt his longing press against your belly. Hot and hard, despite the cold water. “Aemond…” You gasp again. Intentionally brushing against him to feel more of his manhood and eager to have not against your belly but inside it. “Please…”

The prince growled and kissed you again. His teeth nipping possessively at your lips this time, before he pulled you into his arms and wrapped your legs around him. Carrying you out of the water with ease and laying you on the soft grass that would be your marriage bed for the afternoon.

Aemond continued to kiss you. Letting you go for a moment before peppering your lips, face, and neck with more kisses. As if he couldn’t decide what he wanted to do next with you. “You should be like this at all times.”

“Underneath you?” You respond cheekily.

“Naked.” He corrected. Your head tipping back as his arm slipped betwixt you and his fingers began toying with your sex. “You wouldn’t be so hot. And we would no longer have to deal with those ridiculous laces.”

“I don’t think your mother would appreciate such a ‘casual’ manner of dress at court.” You gasp sharply as two of Aemond’s fingers suddenly slipped inside you. Clearly a diversion in the conversation as he doesn’t want to talk about his mother right now.

“Hmmm…it is probably for the best. I’d gouge out the eye of any man who would look at you besides me. Then I would no longer be unique.”

“Certainly less fashionable.” Another sharp gasp escapes you as Aemond’s fingers curled up inside you against that spot that made you see stars. Silently telling you that if you didn’t stop with the cheek you were going to get it. ‘Good’ you thought.

His fingers continued to work you open as his mouth swallowed your cries. “Aemond!” You shouted when his thumb brushed against your pearl. Pushing at his shoulders while your legs shook at the intense feeling, but he wouldn’t stop. He let you go long enough to let your climax cry come out clearly. Loud and pure. Birds fluttering off in the distance that were startled by the sound.

“You’re so beautiful when you quake for me.”

“Only you.”

Your hand came up to stroke his face. Hard lines. Soft expression. Your fingertip brushes against just the end of his scar before trailing down to flick his bottom lip. Red and swollen from your kissing. Vibrant against his cool, alabaster skin. Perfect.

“Make me quake for you again my love.” Your legs splayed wide for him. Making space for him and his cock in your drooling cunt.

Aemond doesn’t have to be told anything twice and he descended on you. Lining up his cock, pushing it inside you with coiled control just waiting to snap, waiting there until you were ready. You let him know you were ready by jutting your hips a bit. Your prince looking at your face for a moment to make sure before that coiled control snapped clean.

The two of you rut in the forest like animals. Grunting and moaning and the wet sound of slapping skin. Aemond spread your legs wider for him. Letting him thrust harder and deeper into you. Your head fell back against the damp grass. The sweet smell mixed with your sweat making you dizzy while the sharp climb towards a second climax made you lightheaded.

You will your eyes open to look at Aemond. His eye fixed only on you. Almost completely black like the stories portrayed him. Black enough that it looked as though it had bled into his sapphire. But this was not the eyes of a monster, but a beast. Your beast. Your one and only, as this look as just for you.

“A-Aemond!” You shout again. Fingers clenched in his wet tresses. Whole body shaking around him this time. Aemond’s teeth clenched to the point they look like they might break before he buried his face in the crook of your neck. His own hips stuttered as his warmth filled you up.

The two of you laid there for a moment. Catching your breath. Sated in one another until Aemond likely feels he’s too heavy for you and rolls off you to the side. “We should head back.”

You turn your head to look at him. Wounded. Did it have to be right now? “The sun will be setting soon. It will not be as hot upon our return.”

You look back up at the sky and indeed see the shadows had gotten longer since your arrival. “Must we?”

Aemond chuckled at your plea. Rolling back over to your side to coil his body around you like a serpent. Head on your shoulder. You know he had missed this almost as much as the other. “Not right now.” He agreed. “But soon. We can come back whenever you’d like though.”

“Tomorrow?” He laughed again.

“Whenever you’d like.”

The two of you bask in the moment and beautiful scenery for a little while longer. Enjoying the cool and the quite before you had to return to the hot and the mayhem. You dress in silence. Then Aemond walked you both back down the path towards his dragon. Vhagar not seeming to notice one way or the other that you’ve been gone.

The heat hits you instantly once you break the perimeter of the city. Cooler than before but still sweltering. “I’m going to take a cool bath before bed.” You tell your prince as he gave his dragon a few goodbye pet before he left her for the day. “Care to join me?”

Only one thing could pull Aemond’s attention away from his dragon, and he turned to look over his shoulder at you with a smug grin. “Missing me already, issa jorrāelagon.”

“Oh yes.” You playfully agree as you walk backwards when Aemond came close. “I don’t know. Something about dragon riding puts me in the mood for….‘dragon riding’.”

The true rider grinned and closed the gap between you with quick ease. “Why do you think I seem never to want to keep my hands off you?” He pulled you in for a new kiss. Passionate, yes, but not nearly as fierce as before. You were back in the walls. Back in your cages. You had to be restrained lest other people talked. Because gods forbid a man & a wife actually fancied each other. He let you go and it was your turn to lead Aemond by the hand.

The weather was hot. But summer would eventually break. By the time winter came you intended to know all sorts of new ways to keep warm.

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No one wants to be defeated

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Hello, could I request, dating Choso and he's discovering new things about relationships and intimacy that makes him all warm and sometimes shy!

Choso knows what love is. He loves his brothers very dearly, so he knew what the feeling was before he met [Y/N]. But he also didn’t expect it to feel so different.

Learning things about [Y/N] is always an experience, and Choso is always eager to learn.

Even when it looks like he isn’t paying attention he is. Cataloging their likes and dislikes so he can get closer to them (which is what true intimacy is).

He is also stunned when he realizes they are doing that for him as well.

Giving him little gifts, or noticing when his neutral face is a sad/lonely or just neutral face. It’s a surprise as Choso didn’t think anyone would notice him. No one has ever really taken care of him before.

He almost doesn’t trust it at first. His life having been manipulated so much, Choso is almost waiting for the other shoe to drop, but realizes it’s because they love him.

After that he does get a little nervous and shy about the gifts, but also more importantly feels that he has to reciprocate.

It takes a while for his partner to teach him that acts of love or affection don’t need to be reciprocated that way. They aren’t keeping score, so it takes him a while to just accept the gesture.

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Stars in full bloom.

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I saw requests were open, and i was wondering if you do any for ROR posiden? I don't really have a clear idea, maybe just general fluff or, like, posiden as a dad? Thank you in advance! There just aren't as many fics, and i think I've read them all, lol

“He’s late.”

“He’ll be here.”

“But he’s never late.”

“He’ll be here.”

The Greek Gods all chatter amongst themselves at their noticeably absent member, Poseidon. Ares was right, his uncle was never late to these meetings. Though he found their standing appointment between the 12 tedious and useless and contributed very little in the way of discussion or conversation, he would stick to his duty with pride and would attend. Hades was sure of it.

They only met once every decade, what was another 5 minutes.

The doors opened and the noticeable aura of Poseidon seeped into the room. The gods all turn to greet or perhaps jeer their late arrival but also seem surprised that he wasn’t alone. “Aahh…Poseidon. Good of you to join us?” Zeus said first from his place at the head of the table. “Who’s this then?”

“My son.”

The remaining gods all looked flabbergasted as Poseidon took his seat and sat down. His carbon copy, now that they all took a good look at him, standing beside his chair just tall enough for his head to reach the armrest. “Your son??” Ares exploded. “When did this happen??”

“I don’t know.” Poseidon remarked and turned to the boy. “How old are you?”

“You don’t know how old your son is?” Zeus kerfuffled in amusement.

“Where are your sons?” Their leader’s scoffs instantly halted.

“Well…how they came to be is of little consequence.” Hades assured. The birth of gods was not always as straight forward as humans. Some were born ‘the old-fashioned way’ while others simply sprang to life like new flowers in spring or breathed to life in a puff of smoke. “Why is he here though?”

“He wanted to come.” Poseidon turned as his son pulled at his robes. The sea gods share a long, pensive, silent look with each other before the elder picked his son up and sat him in his lap. “May we begin? I would like to leave as soon as possible.”

The gods all remained in shock, except for Aphrodite who cooed like a dove at their cuteness, but the meeting started. Hades found himself continuously glancing over at Poseidon and his son. Visions of the past where that boy would have been Poseidon himself and how precocious he was. A time when they had been happy, before they ruled the worlds.

“What?” Poseidon eventually asked after the meeting was over and clearly noticed and was annoyed with Hades staring.

“Oh, nothing.” The eldest told his brother, then turned to the youngest god near his feet. “I am your uncle, Hades.” The boy just looked at him with big, endless eyes. “I see you have inherited your father's talkative spirit then.”

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Happy birthday majoras mask :3c , old ass game

Stills here ^_^

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Headcanons Rin from bllk getting chosed over by his girlfriend and his heart warming and beating faster?

Rin has never been chosen by anyone (which is not true but that is how he feels sometimes).

Always second to Sae, and now that whiny little upstart, Rin just expects for people to look over him for almost anything other than his soccer skills.

When his partner chooses him, it makes his heart swell.

It feels like it’s beating a mile a minute, like he’s running across the field at a dead sprint.

It also reminds him why he chose them in the first place.

He can be second to everything as long as he is first to them.

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Honestly, I have no idea what we're doing. Or what comes next. But I know that this? This is nice.

My dark urge falling helplessly for Astarion's real side

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Can I ask Astarion being embarrassed that he cries during sex-love session with his girlfriend and his tears cannot stop falling because it's so tender, intimate and personal. He has some ugly sobs that come out at different times and he can't hold them even as he tries. It's really emotional for him but in a good way.

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Astarion had bedded hundreds of people over his long life. And nearly all of them told them he loved him.

Sex seemed to bring that out in people, he realized. Warm tender feelings. Or just the brain crossing paths between loving a feeling and loving a person. Hells, even he had said it a few times to win the hearts of his targets companions to get them to trust him. Sweet words of nothing.

But when Tav laid there, dewy eyes looking up at him, back nestled against the soft ground and fresh cut grass, their soft sweet words broke something in him. Something deep inside him that he didn’t know was there as his vision became blurry.

“Astarion?” Tav asked in concern as they sat up on their elbows between his legs. “Are you alright?”

“I…I don’t know…” He was weeping now. Horrible, disgusting, near wailing sobs.

He hadn’t cried so much in the past 100 years as he had tonight. First after killing Cazador, and then now. Astarion was afraid that he would never stop crying. Was this how he was going to react to every emotional upheaval now? Bursting into tears like a newborn babe?

Tav crawled out from under his legs and Astarion sat back on his ankles as they relaced their shirt. They then came close and wrapped their arms around Astarion as he cried. “There, there. It’s alright. It’s been….an emotional day.” That was to be sure. “Maybe this wasn’t the best idea right now.”

Astarion wasn’t sure if they meant bringing them here, to his grave, or trying to have sex in a graveyard. Both were probably ill-founded ideas, but he liked to believe that he was showing them his past to start a new life. One free of his chains and the new person he had become. Who was apparently a sobbing monkey now.

The vampire cried for a little while longer before he calmed down, but still clung to Tav. “Do you still love me?” Astarion asked in a weak voice. Weak from crying but also terrified of the answer. Who would want to love a weak, pathetic, nobody who just put tear stains on their shirt.

Tav, for their part, just held him closer and told him, “Of course I do.”

Astarion sniffled. No longer crying but tears threatening to sting his eyes. He wanted to believe that. Believe with all his newfound heart that they loved him and that they could be in love together and happy. “I love you too.”

Astarion had bedded hundreds of people over his long life nearly all of them told them he loved him. But this was the first time he believed they meant it.

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Hello. Can i please request, Adrian Tepes coming with the reader in her world ( which is like our world) and living with her there? Like he becomes a professional athlete to support himself financially in that world. Like a archer or a footballer etc.

The details are upto you. 😊

Thank you! 🩷🩷

Hello!

I've done a couple of "isekai" fics for Alucard recently. You can read them here and here!

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forgot to post Mizu from couple of months ago here!! she was also in drafts for lloooonnggg

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Please ,can I request headcanons of Alucard with a s/o dampire like him who adopts animals that need her help or are in need of a home and one day she brings three flocks of Transylvanian naked neck chickens and their baby chicks?

At first Alucard did not mind or make mention of it. The odd animal here or there wouldn't hurt.

The castle was certainly big enough, or they stayed outside under shelter until they were well enough to be released back into the wild.

He started to notice when there were more than just a few guests in the castle.

It felt like packs of wild dogs were constantly running down the hall. The goats out back had all but clear cut the grass. And there is a cat somewhere in the house that has it out for him; he never knows where they are until they strike.

Alucard tries to be patient with them, but he draws the line at the chickens.

Besides they are just odd looking (the stuff of nightmares he may have said) there are just too many of them to take care of properly.

A compromise is issued that they would tend to the chickens & chicks but then give them away to local villagers, so they have a resource for food and farming.

They seem content with this, but Alucard also doesn't like the way they are looking at some local ducks.....

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How would Aemond be when he's getting handled in bed by his wife? How would he feel when it's not him being in control even if he puts that mask that facade to the world that he is?

Feral. But like…the weakest, mewingest, softest kind of feral in the whole wide world. Please take control of him. Please pull his hair. Please hold him down and give him pleasure because Gods know! he is not doing it for himself, and he desperately needs it. Honestly frickin’ peg him he would probably like it.

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