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40 and 32 with aemond PLZZZZZZZ !!!!! i amagin them being lovers and everything is so- all fluff!!!

Aemond x OC! Daenys Velaryon-Targaryen (Rhaenyra's oldest child)

Prompts: 32: you are such a bully, 40: it’s called a trust fall for a reason

Trust Falls

Summary: Aemond joins Daenys and her brothers for an afternoon of kite-making and tree-climbing shenanigans.

Word Count: 2858

A/N: Aemond might be a little OOC but for the sake of fluff, we're going with it lol. Hope you like what I've done with the prompt :) Comments and reblogs are appreciated, I love hearing y'alls thoughts <3

Lucerys and Jacaerys opened the door of their shared room at the Red Keep to see their sister waiting outside, her fist raised as if she was about to knock again.

"What is it now Daenys?" Luke asked, curiously eyeing his sister who had a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Daenys sighed. She had been waiting outside their room for about 15 minutes now. She couldn't imagine what took them so long to respond and she was getting tired. She carried her little brothers Aegon and Viserys, one in each arm and Joffrey stood beside her, clutching her dress.

"I have had the most brilliant idea!" she exclaimed.

Jace grinned at her, always loving his sister's penchant for games, "And does it involve all our brothers? Is that you've gathered almost the entire family here?"

"The weather is lovely today and I realized Joffrey and the boys have never flown kites before."

"Where are you even going to find kites? In case you forgot, we don't live here anymore."

"Well, Ser Harwin taught us how to make them remember. I have all the materials collected in my room, I just need your help getting them to the garden. As you can see, my hands are quite occupied," Daenys beamed, and Luke found himself smiling back at her. He could never say no to his sister, not when she got excited like that.

Jace huffed out a breath, "Oh alright, but don't complain when my kite turns out the best. You're bringing this upon yourself by involving yours truly in this scheme."

"Alright let's go then! Luke grab Joffrey and follow me, Jace, you get the supplies from my room and meet us in front of the large oak tree by the eastern entrance."

As Daenys led her brothers to their destination, she was so lost in her thoughts that she promptly bumped into someone in the corridor. She would have lost her balance with the cargo she carried had the person in front of her not reached out to steady her. Behind her, Luke give a squeak, and the children in her arms babbled cheerfully. She looked up in surprise, only to find Aemond studying her. Ah, well that explained Luke's surprised, almost scared sound. She turned around for a moment just in time to see him duck behind her, Joffrey in tow. She gave him a look and turned back towards her fiancee who hadn't taken his eyes off her.

"Oh how lovely to see you here. What are you up to this fine day?" she tried to be polite.

It took Aemond a minute to respond. His eyes remained glued on her. Something about the way she looked today made his heart stutter. Her hair was unbound, her cheeks rosy, and her eyes alight with merriment. She was in a good mood today, it made her even more beautiful than usual. Watching her with her arms full of children, watching her interact with her little brothers in the most gentle manner made him want for things he could not put a name to.

"I was merely planning to take a stroll in the gardens. You are most welcome to join me if you wish princess," he finally stated, his stoic monotonous voice masking his true feelings.

"The real question is, would YOU like to join us?" she returned.

"What are you up to now?" Aemond smirked in amusement. He could see Luke frantically shake his head at his sister. So the little bastard didn't want him joining in on their activities. That was reason enough to tag along.

"We're making kites. The weather is perfect for them. And Joffrey has never had the chance to do it before."

"Very well then, I shall be happy to join the princess and her brothers in their endeavours."

"Oh perfect. If you're coming, here, carry Viserys, please. My arms are killing me!" Daenys handed her brother to her bewildered fiance.

Aemond gingerly took Viserys and the baby gurgled, clapping his hands. Daenys grinned, leaning over to kiss his cheek, and he tangled his fingers in her hair, still clapping. She laughed as she gently pulled away, flicking his nose teasingly.

She winked at Aemond, "He likes you, my prince."

Aemond looked slightly awkward, "Yes, well I should hope so."

"Good thing that you can manage to get along with at least some of my brothers. Would you like to hold Aegon? I'm sure he'll like you too!"

Aemond wasn't sure he could trust himself to carry both of them, but Daenys arms looked strained and he wanted to relieve her of the burden. And besides, he could never say no to those eyes. Those dazzling eyes. He let his lips lift slightly as he took Aegon as well. At the sight of his slight smile, Daenys's entire face lit up. It was his favourite thing about her. The smallest gestures meant so much to her and she cherished every single one. As he balanced both boys in his arms, she took Luke and Joffrey's hands in each of her own and pulled them towards the gardens.

At the base of the tree, they were met with a mildly annoyed Jace. The furrow between his eyebrows grew deeper when his eyes landed on Aemond.

"What's he doing here?" he snapped.

Daenys swatted at him, "What's with the grumpy face, Jace? Aemond's here to help us so be nice."

"I'll be nice if he's nice," Jace grumbled.

"He promises to behave, don't you Aemond?" she playfully glared at him, and he was forced to nod his head.

Taking the supplies from her brother, Daenys flopped down on the floor and got started on the main task of the day. Her brothers gathered around her and for the second time that day, Aemond found himself entranced by her. He settled down against the tree near them, content to just observe. Her youngest brothers found entertainment in climbing all over him, and he found that he didn't quite mind their antics. They reminded him of Helaena's children, so full of energy, and they too loved to climb him. He watched his betrothed deftly weave the various bits of string and various other items into what he guessed was supposed to be the kite. He was mesmerized by the motion of her hands and he didn't realize how much time had passed until she jumped up in triumph, signalling the kite's completion. Then his eyes finally landed on what she was supposed to be constructing and a snort escaped him.

"Excuse me?" Daenys raised an eyebrow.

Aemond schooled his expression into indifference but despite his best efforts, a chuckle escaped him, "And what is that supposed to be?"

"What? It's supposed to be a kite!"

"I'm not sure that will serve its purpose princess. Isn't it supposed to be able to actually fly?"

"Geez ok, I guess I'm a little out of practice. This is just a practice run,"

"Oh no, you're going to make more?" Aemond made a face of mock surprise.

Daenys huffed in annoyance, "You are such a bully! Let's see you do a better job then, if you think mine is so distasteful."

Aemond stood and walked over to her. Jace and Luke watched him carefully, not knowing what exactly to expect from him. He was quite unpredictable after all. However, their jaws dropped simultaneously at his next actions. He reached out and pressed his thumb to the furrow between their sister's eyebrows and gently pulled upwards until her brow relaxed. He pulled away his hand and placed a kiss where his thumb had been, coaxing a smile from her.

"I only jest. I'm sure the next one you make will be lovely," he said softly.

Daenys laughed, "You're just saying that so you won't have to make one. Yours would be worse, I just know it."

Jace cleared his throat awkwardly. It felt intrusive to witness their moment, it felt too intimate. But he smiled to himself in relief all the same. It seemed as though their uncle had a gentle side to him, and he seemed to care well enough about Daenys. Perhaps her life here in King's Landing wouldn't be too miserable when she married him. Still leaving her behind filled his mouth with a bitter taste. Perhaps he was just being selfish because he'd miss her too much. She was one of his closest confidants, all their other brothers being too young. But his own selfishness aside, King's Landing could be a treacherous place. Especially given the dispute regarding their birth. He did not wish for his sister to suffer all the whispers and underhanded snide comments all by herself.

"Well then Uncle, if you are to join in, let us compete for real. Then we shall see who has the best skills," Jace reached out to clap Aemond's shoulder.

"Look at what you've done now," Aemond complained to Daenys who only smiled in return.

"It is good. You will finally spend some quality time with my brothers and learn to get along with them. You boys go on with your contest, I'm going to try my hand at a better kite for poor Joffrey."

Joffrey was scrutinizing Daenys's first prototype with a frown, "You said it was going to fly Daenys. Will this fly?"

"I'll make a better one Jof, don't you worry about that old thing," she answered, laughing sheepishly.

Aemond was surprised to find himself actually enjoying the activity. Both Jace and Luke seemed friendly enough, showing him how to weave together the threads and untangling his when he messed up. He didn't think it was even possible, for them all to spend time cordially like this. He thought that the strife between them had gone on for too long to be mended, but here they were, more than cordial.

"Who taught you this anyways?" Aemond finally voiced his curiosity. At King's Landing, his activities mainly consisted of academics and sword fighting. He had never indulged in such games before.

"Oh, it was Ser Harwin. He made the best kites. He used to make them for us when we were little, and then he taught us when we were old enough to understand. Poor Joffrey never got to learn..." Luke trailed off near the end, unsure of what he had said. He glanced at his sister who had gone still.

Daenys looked at Aemond and held her breath. The afternoon was going so well and she didn't want a stray remark to ruin it. It was why they all avoided talking about Ser Harwin in front of others. They never knew what kind of reaction they'd get and they knew that you were not supposed to speak so fondly of someone who was just your mother's shield. She waited for Aemond to make one of his snide remarks but when he met her eyes, he only smiled.

"That is nice. I wish someone had taught me. It is an enjoyable activity," was all he said.

Daenys exhaled and gave him her sweetest smile, one that made his heart convulse in his chest. She finally held up her second iteration, one that looked far more like it would actually serve its purpose.

"See, I told you I just needed practice. This one is perfect, don't you think Joffrey?"

"I'm still not sure how it's meant to fly Daenys?" Joffrey looked baffled.

"If you boys are done, shall we go test them out?"

"We're done but Aemond still needs to work on his. There's no way it'll stay up looking like that," Jace answered.

"You and Luke teach Joffrey to fly his, I'll help Aemond finish his."

Daenys gave Joffrey his kite and nudged him toward his brothers before taking their place beside her betrothed.

Aemond looked at her for a moment before whispering a quiet hello.

"Hey yourself," Daenys smiled teasingly, "Looks like someone's having a bit of trouble. And just who was mocking my work earlier hmm?"

"Oh, hush. Now you're being the bully. Help me fix this damned thing," he muttered.

Daenys busied herself with the mass of wood and strings in front of her until her focus was interrupted by a shout. She looked up in surprise to see all 3 of her brothers running toward her, and Joffrey was near tears.

"The kite. It got stuck," he lamented.

"By the gods, and how did that happen?"

"Blasted gust of wind came and blew it into the tree. It's stuck in one of the upper branches," Jace explained.

A smile grew on Daenys's face, "Well then, we shall have to climb up and get it won't we? Take me to this tree."

Aemond looked up at her in alarm, but she was already toeing off her shoes and sprinting off barefoot in the grass after her brothers, presumably to climb the aforementioned tree.

"Aemond! Watch the children please," she hollered behind her and he rolled his eyes.

Aemond sighed in resignation and went to pick up Aegon and Viserys who had been playing quietly by the tree. He followed his betrothed's voice and when he reached her, she had already started climbing. She swung herself up with practiced ease, scaling the bark like it was nothing, and soon she was up in the branches.

"Now, where is the kite Jace? I don't see anything."

"A little higher Daenys, It's more toward the left."

Aemond looked up at her in worry. The higher up she went, the thinner the branches became. He was scared they'd snap and she'd fall.

"Don't worry about her, she's done this many times. She loves climbing, our sister is a regular monkey," Jace reassured him, smiling at the worry he saw on his face.

"Daenys! Did you get it?" Luke hollered up at his older sister.

"Tell Joffrey to be patient. I'm trying my best," Daenys yelled back.

Luke looked at his two younger brothers, Aegon and Viserys, playing on the ground, unaware of their sister's antics. Luke shared his uncle's concern for his sister's well-being and did not want her to hurt herself on account of a mere game.

"Got it!" she exclaimed, peaking her head out from the green that obscured the rest of her.

She held out the kite and dropped it towards Jace where it fluttered down to land by his feet. As she did so, she stumbled and almost slipped off the branch she was on. Luckily she managed to hold on to an adjacent one, swinging up just in time to avoid a nasty fall.

"Ok you should definitely come down now," Aemond said, trying not to sound as panicked as he felt.

"I'm coming, I'm coming, it'll just take a while. Getting down is harder than going up you know."

Suddenly Daenys stopped. Aemond did not like the mischievous look on her face as she grinned down at him, "Unless... would you like to help me get down faster?"

Aemond was confused, "Well yes, if I can be of any help?"

"Perfect, get ready to catch!"

"Huh... catch what...Daenys wait..." Aemond's eyes grew wide as he saw what she was about to do.

Daenys took a deep breath and launched herself from her place in the tree, hurtling down toward the ground at an unnerving speed. She squeezed her eyes closed and waited for impact, wherever she landed. However, what she felt was a pair of strong arms enveloping her as she landed in them. Her eyes flew open and she let out an exhilarated laugh.

"Well, that was fun!"

Her brothers shook their heads at her in equal parts amusement and concern, and then walked away with Joffrey to continue their kite-flying adventures. They wanted to give her a moment alone with Aemond, because judging by the tense look on his face, they definitely did not want to be there when he said whatever was on his mind.

"What the hell is wrong with you! Why would you do that?" he chastised when they had left.

"I knew you were there. It's no big deal."

"No Daenys it is a big deal. What if you had gotten hurt? What if I was in the wrong position and I missed you? What if I wasn't able to catch you properly? You could have died, or gotten very hurt!" his arms tightened around her, still princess carrying her.

"It's called a trust fall for a reason Aemond. I knew you were there and I trusted you to catch me."

"Yes but still..."

"I'm sorry for worrying you ok," Daenys wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned up to kiss his forehead, smoothing away the furrow of anguish there.

"You have splinters in your hands. We need to get them cleaned up and bandaged."

Daenys laughed, "Splinters are no big deal. A natural part of climbing a tree."

"Your brother was right. You really are a monkey."

"Oh wow, you're agreeing with my brothers now. What a miraculous day it is."

"Well, they were right on this. You are a wild untamed monkey."

"Yes, but whatever I am, I'm your problem now. You wanted to marry me and now you can't get rid of me."

Aemond's breath hitched and he closed his eyes for a moment.

"Say it again. Please," he whispered, kissing her cheek tenderly and leaning his forehead against hers.

"Say what?"

"Say that you're mine."

"I am yours."

"As I am yours." 

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An Eye for an Eye (part 8)

A/N:  Instead of linking all the previous chapters I’ve decided to just link the masterlist here cuz it’s easier as the number of chapters increases. I’ll go ahead and link the masterlist on previous chapters as well so it’s more convenient to hop from chapter to chapter using that. Comments and reblogs are appreciated, I love hearing y'alls thoughts <3

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honestly this warms my heart so much. knowing that i cant talk about these type of things with my dad because of my religon kind of upsets me. i know that my dad would understand, but what upsets me is that i know some dads actually shame their wife/daughter when they talk about periods and stuff. that they shouldv not leaked through their pants is so weird. once again, your written had me speechlesssssssss!!!!!

Daughter Gets Her Period in Public

AN: i realized after writing this that i should have just used y/n/her for the wife's name instead of using 2nd pov. so there will be a couple of times i refer to 'you' as harry's wife which isn't quite in 2nd pov. meaning it switches back and forth. but it doesn't take away from the story so it shouldn't be too big of an issue. just enjoy.

This story contains: talks of anxiety, slight embarrassment, comfort, talks of periods, talks of painful cramps

{ dadrry - husband!harry - softrry - dilfrry - Daisy age 12 }

word count: 1,610

Harry and your daughter Daisy went out for a daddy/daughter lunch date when Daisy gets her period unexpectedly.

All morning Daisy had felt a bit of an ache in her lower belly. She wasn't sure where the cramping was coming from but she coughed it up to her regular anxiety that sometimes made her tummy have a slight ache. Unbeknownst to her, it was a telltale sign her period was coming.

See, Daisy is only twelve and she just started her period about three months ago. Therefore it's been very irregular and she hasn't quite got use to the signs and symptoms that come along with getting periods. So when she suddenly gets her period out with her dad at a cafe, let's just say she's embarrassed and little upset.

Here's how that went >>>

You choose to stay home and watch your youngest kids while Harry decided to take your daughter Daisy out to his favorite cafe in Los Angeles for a daddy/daughter date. On the way to the cafe with her dad, Daisy felt these cramps in her stomach get worse and worse but she decided to keep it to herself until it got unbearable. Then she'd tell Harry if it came to that.

They both kept a low profile wearing very casual clothes so maybe they wouldn't get spotted too badly by paparazzi. Which surprisingly worked and they made it inside the cafe without getting stopped. They sat down at a little table towards the back of the small restaurant and ordered their meal.

About mid way through eating their tasty lunch, Daisy felt the need to go to the bathroom. Leaning over the table, she informs her dad, "I'm gonna run to the toilets really quickly. Be back soon."

"Alright, love." Harry replies sweetly while getting his phone out of his pocket to check up on how you and his youngest babies were doing back home.

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When Daisy begins to do her business in the bathroom of the cafe, she's horrified to learn her period has started. She wasn't prepared at all and has nothing on her to prevent her from leaking in her pants. Daisy even left her phone at the table so she can't call you, her mum to ask what to do. And worst of all, she's out with her dad.

Now Daisy and Harry have a good, close relationship when it comes to most stuff. In no way is she blind to the fact her dad knows she has a period now and that it's not like he didn't grow up around women and dealt with her mums periods for years of their relationship. So Daisy doesn't know why she's so nervous to go out and tell him the situation she's in. Maybe it's the fact they're in public she thinks.

She does the only thing she knows to do and wads up some toilet paper to place in her underwear until she can get some proper items. Then after washing her hands, she slowly exits the restroom and goes back out to the table Harry's sat at waiting for her.

"You alright? Took long enough." her dad joked innocently, not knowing her situation.

As Daisy carefully sat back down in her seat, she slowly looks up, making eye contact with her dad and mutters, "Can we leave now?"

Harry can clearly see his daughters demeanor has changed since returning from the bathroom and it's making him nervous. What if one of his fans said something to her in the toilets. What if a strange man laid his hands on her. That thought makes him feel sick to his stomach. What if she had gotten sick in there.

"Hey, what's wrong, Daisy? Feelin' alright? You didn't get sick did you?" Harry questions his daughter concernedly.

Daisy shifts uncomfortably in her seat, from nerves and from the wad of toilet paper in her underwear before replying quietly, so no one near hears, "Um, dad, I kinda you know.... I kinda started my period and I didn't know I was gonna start today so I don't have anything on me."

A look of realization hits Harry's face and he's brought back to the many of times you had unexpectedly started your period when you were out in public together. So he's no stranger to this type of situation. "Oh sweetheart," her dad coos gently, "let's get a box to take our food to-go and I'll stop by the pharmacy to grab you some pads. Alright, no need to fret." Daisy could cry at how calm and caring her father was.

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After putting the rest of their lunch in a to-go box, Harry pays the bill, leaving a generous tip for the lovely waitress, and him and his daugher quickly leave the cafe. Thankfully again no paparazzi came too close to them as they got into his vehicle but they could see a few off in the distance taking photos. Daisy just prayed she hadn't leaked through her temporary pad she'd made with toilet paper because she'd be mortified if they captured a red stain on her bottom.

Harry quickly backs out the parking lot and drives just down the road to the nearest pharmacy where he knows they sell all types of period products. Once they arrive, Harry turns to Daisy and asks, "Do y'want to come in with me so after I pay for the pads you can take one to the toilets?"

She replies quietly, "Yeah."

Harry can see she's quite embarrassed and wants her to know there is nothing to be embarrassed about. So before opening the car door, he turns back to his daughter and says, "Hey, you don't need to feel embarrassed, okay. I've dealt with women's periods m'whole life. With m'mums, 'Grams', to aunt Gemma's, to your mums. It's a normal and healthy thing to happen." No more is said before they make their way inside the pharmacy.

To Daisy's surprise, her dad walks straight to the aisle where the pads and tampons are. She forgot he frequently is the one to go out and buy her mums tampons each month. She was even going to point out the box of pads you'd been buying her since she'd started her period but before she can, Harry is already lifting the box in his hands. "This is the one your mum buys you right?" her dad questions.

"Um, yeah. It's that one." Daisy answers shyly. She's still surprised he knew the exact ones she uses but then again she's sure you've purchased her period products when you and Harry were out shopping together and he just has great memory. With the box of pads in his hands, not ashamed one bit knowing periods are normal, they walk to the front counter and he goes to pay.

Once they're paid for, Harry walks over to the little hallway the pharmacy has where the bathrooms are located and hands his daughter the box of pads that are now in a brown paper bag. He decides to wait at the start of the hallway instead of going back out to his car incase she needed something else or his fans came out and tried to bombar her as she's leaving.

While Daisy does her business and puts on a proper pad for her period, Harry decides to text you while he waits.

Harry: we had to cut our little daddy/daughter date short because poor Daisy got her period : ( we're at a pharmacy now because i had to buy her some pads. be home soon xoxo 😙

You: oh no. she didn't leak through her pants did she?

Harry: don't think so. think she caught it just in time.

You: good. tell her i'll get my heating pad out for her to use when she gets home. i know during her last period she had pretty bad cramps. ☹

Harry: alright. will do. love you 😘

You: love you too babe ❤

Just when Harry finishes telling his wife what was going on with their daughter, Daisy comes walking out of the bathroom. "Everythin' alright?" he asks as the worrying dad he is.

With the brown paper bag in her hands, they begin to walk out the pharmacy and she states, "Yeah, just, having some bad cramps. Had them this morning too but didn't realize it was from my period."

Finally getting back into the vehicle, Harry tells his daughter, "M'sorry, love. Know you only started your period, what, like three months ago and I've heard they can be very irregular at the start as well as the symptoms you'll have. After a while you'll get more inclined to picking up on the signs of it arriving. Oh, and your mum told me to tell you she'll be getting her heating pad out for you to use when we get home. It always helps to soothe her cramps nicely."

Right before buckling her seat belt, Daisy leans over the center console and reaches out to hug her father. Harry doesn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her, hugging his first born child back. "Thank you. Thank you for everything today. And thank you for buying me these." talking about the pads that sit in her lap. "Love you."

Rubbing a hand down Daisy's back while still keeping the hug going, Harry replies sweetly, "Of course, sweetheart. Just want you to know that you can always talk to me about your periods if you need to. They don't scare me or gross me out. They're normal. And I love you too, so much."

After finally breaking the hug, they both began buckling their seat belts and Harry starts to drive off in the direction of your LA home.

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An Eye for an Eye (part 7)

parts:  1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9

A/N: Sorry for the lack of updates. Been down with a terrible fever. This chapter may read kinda funky, like I’m high on cough medicine, because I am.

Also, even though they’re not his bio kids, Daemon refers to Lucerys and Daenys as his kids cuz any babies of Rhaenyra’s are his babies too and we stan loving dad daemon :P

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And the dragons came

( Aemond Targaryen x Reader)

Summary: Aegon knows how to piss people off easily, that’s his talent and everyone knows that. Aemond knows that, and yet he doesn’t care about it when his brother offers to satisfy you, his lady, in front of him. Now Aemond has to prove you he’s man enough to satisfy you.

Warnings: Jealous!Aemond, porn with so much plot, NSFW content, making out, cunnilingus, Aemond goes down on reader and he loves it, pussy drunk aemond fr, bad written smut ig lol. 

They are in love, your honor… and horny.

WC: 2,7K

Falling in love was easy when your family and your beloved’s family approved of the relationship, which was not so common. Not many high-born people like yourself had the privilege to choose who they will marry. It is not easy unless you were born into a wealthy and powerful family, and even then, it was still difficult.

That was the reason why you were so beyond grateful for how lucky you were. As a young lady in Westeros, it would be impossible not to be able to enjoy the greatest freedom of having the love, affection and support of one of the most influential houses of the Seven Kingdoms and to have the privilege of choosing who you were to wed, Aemond Targaryen, the second prince of the realm.

You also knew Aemond felt incredibly lucky having the lady he had set his eye(s) into also reciprocate his feelings. It was easy, really. Both of your families approved of your relationship, and both you and the prince were completely smitten with each other. Sharing a sweet yet strong and intense love, not many people could be as lucky as you two. 

That’s how you had found yourself —along with your family— dining along with the royal family in the Red Keep. 

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stfu cuz thats lit so hot!!!!!!!

Eddie holds hands while he eats pussy. No arguing allowed.

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rock star ed is my fav <333

Okay but rockstar Eddie

Let’s talk

Bc I’m obsessed with this idea

He absolutely hates the paparazzi

But they seem to be so obsessed with him

Catching him while he’s shopping, while he’s at dinner, while he’s driving down the road to go back to his house

Even at his house- and that’s the time they also got photos of him in handcuffs after he had to fuck up a pap for sneaking photos of his wife through the window

Even catching photos of him and his wife fucking in his car, or on the tour bus- which sold for a good chunk of change

And dispite how rude he was to the paps he was actually the biggest sweetheart

Anytime a fan stopped him when he was out he was happy to have a conversation with them and give them a quick hug

And when the little ones come over to talk to him he’s always so happy and always poses for a photo with them

But he’s also like “oh my god why does this little thing know who I am?” Extremely worried bc kids shouldn’t know who he is

And when his fans ask him to sigh something he’s so willing “of course I’ll sign it for you sweetheart, who do I make it out to? Kelly, okay and that’s k-e-l-l-y? Gorgeous.”

And y/n is usually not jealous of fans, she’s been with Eddie for years and years and they’ve been married for a few years- he’s never really given her a reason to get jealous either

But when he’s extra nice to fans or lets them get in too many hugs or lets them get away with too many cheek kisses she’s definitely a little jealous

And she knows she’s being dramatic

Those are the times they get caught fucking by his tour manager, his band mates, or the paps

By now the paps has probably hundreds of photos of Eddie’s foggy car windows while they fuck

And his band is so traumatized from the amount of times they have walked into the tour bus only to be met with y/n sitting on Eddie’s face, or Eddie fucking Y/n while her mascara is running down her face, y/n on her knees for Eddie while his eyeliner is all rubbed off and smudged across his eyes

And before a show he always gets a little nervous because if one person fucks up the whole show is fucked

But after a show goes perfect, like always, he’s on fucking fire

And most nights he’s on one

So he runs back to the only “room” on the tour bus (the guys probably didn’t put up a fight bc I imagine Eddie is the only married one bc they are all still desperate to live out their rockstar dream)- where his wife went as soon as the show was over and he’s like “c’mon, I’ve got to fuck you. If I don’t fuck you in the next two second in going to explode”

And he’s peeling off her see through red dress she wore to the concert (I think y/n would wear stuff like that often, all see through so he could see her tits from the stage with her lace panties under it, her tits bouncing while she dances) and he’s instantly pushing her into the bed and shoving his pants down frantically before he fucks her like he hasn’t seen her in a year

Making the bed squeal loud as fuck while he pins her down, her legs dangling around his hips while hHe leans over the bed and fucks her, his pants pooled around her ankle where he stood

And he doesn’t stop until they are both almost ready to pass out

And he flops on the bed before he lights up a joint, the tiny window open wide while he sits with his wife, both of them completely naked while he wraps his arm around her shoulders and shared a quick joint with her

And then they are out for the night

I also think he does not care about pda

If he’s trying to tongue down his wife and someone is uncomfortable they can just look away, he’s busy trying to make out with his wife

He’s constantly sitting her on his lap

And he’s got to either hav ran arm around ehr shoulder if they are walking next to each other, or his hand on her ass

And if they are out to dinner together he’s going to have his hand on her thigh, or occasionally he’ll shove his hand up her shirt and grab at her tit

And parties? Yeah, he’s in the corner trying to fuck his wife because she’s probably wearing something a little slutty, see through, tiny, anything that shows off some skin

I think she dresses a lot like him though

Baggy black boyfriend jeans, cropped Guns N’ Roses shirts, Iron Maiden, Black Sabbath, Metallica, but usually it’s a corroded coffin shirt and Eddie even convinced the merchandise team to make every shirt in white so when y/n wears them he can see her tits through them

Then its stolen things from Eddie’s closet

And skimpy little dresses

Lots of slip dresses

She basically just wears lingerie anytime she has to dress up for a show, a party, an award show, anything like that

And Eddie loves it

He loves knowing everyone can see but he’s the only one that can touch

They definitely have the most disgusting sex

Especially after y/n throws her panties up on stage or something stupid to see him smile

Spitting in each others mouths, spitting on each other, pee, Eddie doing anything he can to get her to squirt all over him, Eddie cumming all over her face and tits, cumming all over her pussy

I think Eddie would do basically anything for his wife to pee on him or in his mouth

And he doesn’t hide the fact that he’s into piss either, he’s loud and proud

Oh and period sex, Eddie is obsessed

Eating her out and getting his face all messy with her blood before he comes up and fucks her, sitting a towel down on the bed first of course, he’s not completely messy!

But after he would shove his boxers back on and walk out of the room just to see the other boys half terrified

“What?! You look like you saw a ghost.”

“You’re covered in blood”

Eddie just laughs.

And in interviews he gets a little loose lipped so y/n has to stand with Eddie manager and lawyer to make sure he didn’t say anything that crossed the line

Because a few times he’s “jokingly” talked about drinking his wife’s piss or “jokingly” said that he puts his wife in a collar or something

But they weren’t jokes

And everyone knew that

And once they pop out the first munson baby and eddie gets questioned about it he’s like

“Well, the little shit was an accident- you see it was after a show and we were super h-“

Y/n gives him the look

“But I love ‘em to death. It’s so bad ass to be a father, I’ve got a wife and a baby to look after and I’m still doing my shit and touring and whatever.”

all the thoughts i have 😢

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stfu cuz thats lit so hot!!!!!!!

Eddie holds hands while he eats pussy. No arguing allowed.

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Ohhhhh myyy god!!!

smut blurb based on this pls he looks so ride-able with his legs spread like that i moaned

mhm for sure 🤭

“Y’like that huh?”

Harry had started moving his thigh underneath where you were sat on it. It was a warm summers day and you were spending the afternoon outside in your back garden. Although, now, it was peak heat and so Harry was insistent on you both staying out of the sun for a bit while longer.

That’s when you decided to climb up on top of him and sit stealing one of his thighs. You thought the attention would allow him to let you back into the pool, but he was determined otherwise.

“Harry! Wanna go back in the pool.” You pouted and whined, but also tried not to let what Harry’s movement were doing affect your facade.

“I think y’want something else now.” He smirked, sunglasses sat over his eyes as he watched you furrow your eyebrows. “And don’t act dumb, baby. I can feel how wet y’are f’me.”

He chuckled and moved his hands from behind his head and onto your hips, urging you to start rolling them some more. Once you started it was like you couldn’t stop.

His warm leg felt so good underneath your clothed cunt and you were slowly forgetting your initial reason to be stubborn.

“Mm.” You whined as you started to move faster on your own accord, rather than by Harry’s hands on your hips.

Once Harry knew you weren’t going to stop, he tucked one arm behind his head again whilst the other went to your chest and pulled your bikini triangles away so your tits spilt out. Your nipples, even in this dreaded heat, remained perky and Harry twisted them between his fingers in an effort to rile you up more.

“That’s it. Good girl.” He spoke deeply, getting harder by the second as he watched you use him for your own pleasure.

His hands travelled down further, reaching your core. He pulled your bikini bottoms to the side and began to thumb at your pulsing clit.

Your breathe drew shorter and heavier, feeling something inside you build and build up. He kept his thumb circling at the pace that your hips were rotating, only now your slick was rubbing off onto his thighs rather than building up inside your bikini bottoms.

“More.” You sighed, tilting your head back with scrunched facial features as you chased your closing orgasm.

“More? Can y’take more?” He teased you.

“Yes!”

“Okay, pretty girl.”

His thumb went faster and he started bumping his thigh up and down, along with you still moving your hips rhythmically. He even leaned forwards so he could stack his lips to your nipples, sucking and biting with no regards for how painful it might be to you. He was licking your salty skin and rubbing your clit like it was his duty.

“Oh!” You screamed as you lost your breathe and finally toppled over the edge of your release.

Harry kept on thumbing at your clit and sucking hickeys onto your chest, whilst you tried to slow your hips down. He made no effort to slow or calm down and it was leaning into overstimulation. You gasped for air as he kept going, his bumping leg sending waves of constant pleasure through your cunt.

“No more.” You whined as the pleasure turned into pain.

“No more? But only a minute ago you asked for more. Hmm?” Harry waited for you to reply, but you couldn’t say anything much less think straight. “You’ll give me another orgasm before we decide whether you’ve had enough.”

He slapped your pussy and controlled your hips to start moving once more.

You didn’t end up going back into the pool at all that day.

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Ohhhhh my god!!!!

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He ate that up!

Harry photographed by Hanna Moon for Harry’s House

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It’s so good

I officially have the whole album memorized I’ve never been so proud of myself

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You never disappoint 🥹

Y/n have an weird feeling in her lower belly, she thought it's nothing and told Harry he said she's close but some minutes later she got bad cramps while they have sex. Harry noticed this and asked y/n if everything is alright and if she wants to keep going but she said no. Harry took really good care of her and her bad cramps :)

You Get Cramps During Sex (SMUT/FLUFF)

AN: i loved this concept and decided to write it faster then i normally keep requests. also i hope i followed this request right because it was a bit hard for me to understand fully what it was asking of me. enjoy and feedback is welcome.

This story contains: sexual intercourse, being in pain, comfort, fluff at end

{ boyfriend!harry - softrry - been together for two years }

word count: 1,033

After already having three orgasms, Harry tries to give you a forth but ends up stopping abruptly when he realizes your discomfort.

You were having sex like you always do, in bed with Harry fucking you in missionary. Everything started out feeling great and you'd already had three orgasms. One from his tongue, one from his fingers, and the other from his cock. But Harry wasn't done with you yet. He was aiming for you to come one more time.

Now usually you come no more then twice and are exhausted. So this was pushing you a bit more than normal but you agreed to it. Only problem was you're not sure if your body agreed with the idea of four orgasms in one night. Not that it didn't start out feeling well because it did. But as Harry thrusted in and out of your overly sensitive, soaked pussy, you began having some stomach cramps.

Similar to period cramps except you knew they stemmed from the stomach muscles contracting throughout each orgasm you had. You try and wade it out and focus on that last orgasm Harry is trying to give you. His hips collide with yours with each thrust and his dick is diving in so deep you feel lightheaded.

But eventually the cramps get so bad in your lower abdomen that you lose any sexual build up Harry had created for you and honestly you aren't even in the mood for sex anymore. You just feel so bad because Harry hasn't even came yet and that last orgasm was suppose to be one you had together.

Harry decided to glance down to watch what normally is a face of pleasure, but soon realizes something is wrong. His hips come to an abrupt stop and with heavy breathing he questions with concern, "You alright? What's wrong?" Fuck, you love that Harry is so aware during sex and can pick up on your different emotions. Makes you feel safe in a weird way.

Looking up with a guilty face, you mutter in a hoarse voice (hoarse from all the moaning you've done), "Just, kinda having some stomach cramps. I feel so bad because I know you haven't even came once yet but I really don't feel in the mood for sex anymore. I'm sorry."

This has Harry immediately pulling his cock out of your pussy and you hiss at the feeling. He doesn't hesitate at all to stop the sex once you said you weren't in the mood anymore because that would be shit on his part. Sex is supposed to be enjoyable for all involved and if someone isn't enjoying it, then it must be stopped.

"Fuck," Harry responds feeling guilty, "m'so sorry, love. Did I cause it? Was I overdoing it tonight?" You can see the guilt on his face and truly feel bad. You know it was never his intentions to cause you to have pain. He just wanted you to have so much pleasure that it ended up becoming too much for you to handle.

Reaching up to bring his naked body flush to yours, you reply, "No Harry, don't blame yourself. It's just, three orgasms is a lot for me and all the muscles in my lower tummy started to ache. But each orgasm you gave me truly felt amazing so don't think otherwise."

Wrapping his arms around your upper body, Harry asks, "Alright, but what can I do to help? Want me to bring out your heating pad that you use for your periods?"

You nod your head while hugging around his back and respond verbally, "Yes, please." With that, Harry is lifting off your body and getting off the bed. He firstly steps into the bathroom to grab a damp cloth to clean your sticky pussy with. Then after that, he goes to your shared closet and finds the heating pad you use monthly for your period cramps.

Harry walks back towards the bed and knees his way in front of where you're spread out still. He takes the wet cloth and gently wipes at your cunt. "Shhh, everythin' s'gonna be alright. Just getting you all clean." When the fabric of the washcloth rubs over your sensitive clit, you nearly jump off the bed but Harry holds you down gently.

Once you were all clean from the sex, Harry plugs in your heating pad to warm up while going to find you and him some clothes to sleep in. He grabs himself a pair of boxer briefs for sleep and you a pair of cotton panties and a t-shirt. After putting on his underwear, he then pads back over to you and helps you put on the clothes.

As you sit up, you wince at the pain in your belly. "Really am sorry, baby. If I'd known three orgasms was too much for you I'd never tried giving you a fourth and caused you to get cramps."

Now with your shirt and panties on, you pull Harry's face to yours and place a gently kiss on his soft lips. "It's fine, babe. I myself didn't realize it was too much until I started feeling the cramps. You had no way of knowing until you saw my face. So none of this is your fault."

Harry just leans in to peck your lips one more time before grabbing the heated heating pad and situates it on your lower tummy, the t-shirt lifting a bit. Then he goes to turn out all the lights and slides into the warm covers with you. He scoots over and helps you onto your side so he can spoon you.

Reaching around, Harry places his large hand on top of the heating pad to hold it into place for you. He plans on staying awake until you fall asleep in his arms and then he'll turn the heating pad off so it's no risk of catching on fire throughout the night.

You fall asleep minutes later to your cramps gradually going away from the heat that's pressed onto your stomach. Harry's erection went down minutes ago. Really as soon as he saw you were in discomfort because who could stay hard when their partner is in pain. He didn't mind he never came tonight either. All Harry cares about is your health and well-being.

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So I play the violin and we had a concert today, and it was literally so good! It felt so good being on stage!

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This honestly got me emotional a bit. Beautifully written!

It's Okay To Cry, Harry

AN: my brain thought of this after watching the Zane Lowe interview and of course i had to write it. this concept also won in my google form poll by a long shot. it got over 65 votes compared to the other option that had 9 votes. so i hope you enjoy.

This story contains: crying, comfort, mild angst, mentions of sex once

{ husband!harry - softrry - harry's house harry era }

word count: 1,785

Harry suppresses his emotions after the Zane Lowe interview but finally breaks down in your arms after you keep questioning what's wrong with him.

Harry has just wrapped up the interview he did for Harry's House with Zane Lowe. You sat off to the side and quietly watched, not wanting to be in the way, and thought the interview went very well. Harry shared some very intimate things that he's never shared publicly before and you're very proud of him for allowing himself to be vulnerable in front of a camera like that.

After saying goodbye to Zane and grabbing all of your belongings, you and Harry get into his Black Range Rover and make the drive back up to Los Angeles where your shared LA home is. Coachella was finally over and you're glad to be able to get out of this dusty desert.

In the car on the way home, you notice Harry's not his normal chippy self. The one that blasts music down the California freeway and has a hand perched on your thick thighs. Instead he's driving with stiff posture while both hands are on the steering wheel and has an emotionless face, like he's deep in his thoughts.

You look over and nervously ask your husband, "Everything okay? You seem upset or something."

Harry turns his head for a quick second to look at you with a small, fake grin and replies, "Yeah, just tired s'all." You can tell he's lying. You've been together for about six years and in those six years have learned when each other are lying or when something is bothering the other. But you don't want to push Harry right now by forcing him to tell you what's wrong if he doesn't want to.

See the thing about Harry is he's never been afraid to show his emotions. You've seen him cry more than any other adult in your life and you think that's great. It's never cries in a whining manner. He usually always has a reason. Whether that reason is a sad film, him allowing hate to get to him, or pushing back emotions for so long that they all come bubbling out at once.

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You arrive home about three hours later and now its completely dark outside. When Harry was doing the interview, it was late in the afternoon so now it's around ten at night. He parks the car in the garage and you both head inside to get ready for bed.

There is still something bothering Harry and you hope to get it out of him before you fall asleep. You hate to end the day with issues not resolved or things not talked through between the two of you. It's one way you maintain such a healthy marriage. Communication is key.

In the master bathroom, you go about doing your normal nightly routine. But before you can change into your pajamas, Harry gently grabs your wrist and asks in a monotone voice, "Will you shower with me?"

You look up into his tired eyes and softly answer, "Yeah, of course." You still know something was off with Harry but you hoped the shower would help him confess whatever it was to you. Unfortunately, that doesn't happen.

As soon as you're in the shower together, Harry starts washing his hair and body just as he would when he showers alone. You don't really mind and you sure as hell wasn't expecting shower sex beings it's so late and you're both so tired. But a warm, naked embrace would be nice from your husband. Even if it only lasted a second. It almost feels like Harry's ignoring you and you're starting to feel maybe he's mad at you for some unknown reason.

The shower only lasted ten minutes and there was no physical touch involved. Harry bathed himself and you bathed yourself, switching positions to alternate who got under the shower head. The silence was killing you.

After the shower, you both dry off and get dressed for bed. Harry puts on a pair of his normal boxer briefs and you put on a t-shirt and cotton panties. Then you brush your teeth and get into the cozy bed together.

Before snuggling closely to Harry like you normally do at night, you want to make sure he isn't angry with you. You can't stand the thought of him being mad at you and you not know why. So you turn on your side to face him as he gets situated on his side of the bed and ask, "Are you mad at me? Please Harry, talk to me. You barely said a word on the way home and then you ask me to take a shower with you for you to completely ignore me in there. I'm confused, babe."

Harry lays on his back, staring up at the ceiling and can feel tears threatening to make their way out. You get worried when he doesn't respond back so you sit up on your elbows and get a better look at his face. From the dim lighting in the bedroom due to the lamp still being on, you can just barely see how glossy his eyes are getting. Just how they get when Harry's about to cry.

This has you scooting over without second thoughts and you carefully cup the side of Harry's jaw with your small hand. You force him to look at you by turning his face to the side a tiny bit and as soon as his eyes meet yours, he's done for it. Harry knew the minute he made eye contact with you, the dam holding his tears back would crumble.

His chest rattles as his lips quiver and tears flow down his tanned cheeks. Harry can't take it anymore. He needs your comfort, needs your familiar embrace. He wasn't trying to ignore you all night and even thought the suggestion of showering together would help him feel better, but it didn't. It made him feel even more sad because of how much he loves you and being around you. But now he says fuck it. These emotions need to be let out.

You're taking back for a second when Harry's body lunges forward and forces you to fall flat on your back with him on your chest, but soon welcome his strong body with loving arms. Harry sobs and sobs into your neck while his arms tightly encase around your back, as if he's afraid you'll vanish.

The tears he's shedding stim from a variety of different things but mainly from the interview. Not that the Zane Lowe interview went badly or he felt uncomfortable but the conversations he had. Harry didn't realize having things brought up from such a dark time in his life would cause him to get emotional.

Harry honestly felt fine during the interview and had no trouble answering Zane's question about his new album and parts of his peronal life. He expected those type questions. But as soon as the interview was over, it hit him like a ton of bricks and ever since then was trying to hold it together.

He doesn't mind allowing you to see him cry but for whatever reason, he felt like a baby for getting emotional about all the memories the interview brought back.

"Shh, Harry," you whisper while gently stroking his bare back, "gotta tell me what's wrong so I know how to help you."

Through shallow breaths between sobs, Harry stutters against your skin, "Just....... just having all those..... those memories brought back, they just made me feel emotional. Tried to keep it together and not get upset. Couldn't help it. M'sorry. Not mad at you, promise. Love you so much." When Harry finishes spewing out his words, he continues to cry with his face shoved inside your neck, inhaling the sweet smell of your body wash.

Your heart breaks at his confessions. But you also know letting him cry it out will be good for him. You've noticed for the past few weeks Harry has allowed his emotions and stress to build on top of one another and for him to finally break, its understandable. You kiss the side of his damp face and lay back while cries rack through his body.

"It's okay to cry, Harry. We all need a good cry every once in a while." you coo, feeling his hold around you only getting tighter. The fact that he finds his comfort with you makes you beam with pride. Harry may be some international popstar but at the end of the day, he's just a wonderful husband who love his wife and has regular human emotions.

Slowly but surely Harry's cries lessen and his breathing starts to regulate again. His body seems a lot less tense and his muscles are relaxed, causing his full body weight to be added on top of you. You don't mind though. But eventually Harry decides to roll off your chest and lays on his side, facing you.

You follow his lead and turn on your side so you're face to face now. Harry's face has dried tear staines on his cheeks as well as very red and irritated eyes. He looks at your face as you look at his and all you can see within his eyes are love. The love he holds for you.

From under the duvet that's drapped over your bodies, Harry fumbles his left hand around until he finds your left hand and conjoins your fingers together. The metal of your wedding rings clash and you get a warm fuzzy feeling all over your body. One that can only be defined as being in love.

Leaning forward just a bit, Harry puckers his lips and places a soft yet gentle kiss to your lips. You can taste the saltiness from his previous tears but don't pay no mind to it. The kiss only lasts a minute before he's pulling away and mutters with a hoarse voice, "Thank you for comforting me. You make me feel so safe and loved all the damn time. So happy I married you."

With a smile on your face, you whisper back, "I'll alway be the shoulder you can cry on. Love you more than anything else in this entire world, babe. And I'm happy you married me too. Love our little life we have together."

Not much words were spoke after that. You reached over and turned the lamp off, making the bedroom dark. Staying on your sides, Harry wraps his arms around your frame and holds you to his chest. Or should you say you're holding him to your chest. Your legs are tangled together from under the covers and you slowly drift off to sleep. Holding each other tightly and finding comfort in each others presence.

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