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heeseung as your boyfriend!

(soft moments with him)

contains: bf!Heeseung x gn!reader | genre: fluff, one of them is slightly suggestive, nothing crazy but still decided to point it out | tw! implications of sexual tensions (again, nothing happens) | wc: 1,4k

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➶ keeping passionate eye contact *ೃ༄

Heeseung is either a very confident or a complete shy mess, there’s no in-between. But when he does feel confident enough he would often keep a long and passionate eye contact with you. Usually does it pretty randomly, like when you’re waiting for your order at the restaurant, cuddling at home or even doing your groceries. He exactly knows the impact it has on you, even though you often try not to let him know the intimacy his eyes hold makes your knees weak.

You finished doing the dishes while Heeseung was helping you by drying them and putting them in their assigned cabinets. Accompanied by soft music, everything seemed to pass quicker, even if it was something like doing your hated house chores. You wanted to sit down after cleaning up when you noticed Heeseung offering his hand.

“May I have this dance with you, ma’am?” he asked suddenly all serious. Hearing your favorite song to have a slow dance with him you accepted his hand and soon you in his arms, swinging to the rhythm of the music.

His eyes didn’t leave yours for the whole time you danced. It conveyed so much that for a while you had to think about what exactly it was. Admiration mixed with joy caused by this moment topped by pure love he had for you. His stare wasn’t an intense look that makes you want to look somewhere else. It was soft and dreamy as if he wanted to tell you: “I love you so much, my dear.”

➶ giving you back rubs and head scratches *ೃ༄

If Heeseung was to describe in one or two words it would be comfort and peacefulness. Even though he has his hyperenergetic moments most of the time you spent with each other is rather calm, making both of you clear your minds. Those times also would include an intense amount of touch that at the beginning somehow overwhelmed you but after a while, you just started to melt in his touch. Especially the way his hand wandered the skin of your back or tangled in your hair while scratching your scalp helped you just instantly fall asleep, no matter what time of the day it was.

“Hi baby,” he said after you plopped next to him on the couch. You immediately found your favorite spot, by laying on top of him and burying your face in the crook of his neck, earning a breathy laugh from him. “How was your day, baby?”

“Tiring,” you mumbled, voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt.

You hummed in satisfaction as his hand went under your shirt to rub your back. Smiling to yourself you listened to his comforting words.

“You always work so hard, and I’m proud of you,” he spoke and pecked your hairline lovingly.

“I love you, Hee,” you confessed. “You always make me feel so loved.”

“Well, I’m glad, because I love you so much, my big baby.”

➶ laying his head on yours *ೃ༄

For some reason, Heeseung seems like a guy who loves touch that involves the head. Patting his partner's head, playing with each other's locks, brushing fingers through them, trying new hairstyles. All of them bring come different kinds of comfort that he can’t explain. Whenever you just hang out and sit next to each other, either sitting at the bus stop or in a cafe, he just lays his head on top of yours, bonus points if you just lean on his shoulder. The comfort of this position makes his heart feel at ease.

The business of people working in a coffee shop and the soft chatter of its customers surrounded you. The fuss didn’t bother any of you, as you just comfortably sipped on your beverages, sitting next to each other in the corner, having a perfect view of the whole cafe.

You laid your head on his shoulder, and soon he followed your action, his head landing on yours.

“Can I try yours?” Heeseung suddenly asked pointing to your drink and lifting his head. You just handed him the cup without saying a word. You waited for his reaction and looked up at him, noticing how his adam’s apple raised as he sipped. He hummed at the delicious taste of your order and handed it back to you. “I like it,” he said and his head once again laid on yours.

➶ sharing earphones *ೃ༄

Sharing the same or at least very similar music taste is for Heeseung a true game changer when it comes to relationships. Music plays an important part in his life, not only as a singer or dancer but as a person who just listens to it 24/7. Seeing him with earphones is natural, just like the fact that he doesn’t often share them with anybody. Anybody but you. Whenever he sees you while he’s listening to some music through earphones, he just makes you walk with him handing you one of them.

The rain poured hard, raindrops hitting the bus’s windows with strong impact. Behind it, you spotted a few people running to nearby stores to hide from it, while all your fellow passengers quietly observed the situation. Since some parts of the city were flooded, roads were full of cars and other buses that didn’t seem to move any minute.

Your thoughts were stopped when you noticed Heeseung handing you one of his wired earphones. Without saying a word you looked at him and put it in your right ear while he did the same. You peeked at his phone to see what he was about to play. You smiled at his choice, perfect for weather like tonight.

Leaning on his shoulder you closed your eyes, feeling his hands gently playing with your fingers. His touch along with relaxing rain and music sounds made you sleepy, you didn’t even realize when you dozed off.

➶ pulling you closer by your waist *ೃ༄ | slightly suggestive

What brings an indefinite amount of joy to his heart is seeing you all smiley or shy. Testing your reactions to different types of skin ship he finally found a perfect way to make your heart flutter as well as his, which was pulling you closer by your waist. Throughout your whole relationship, he did it so often that it became a casual way of him saying a whole bunch of different confessions, from “You’re so beautiful”, “I love you so much” and in specific moments “I want you so badly”.

Getting final touch-ups to your makeup you made your way to the living room where Heeseung waited for you, ready for your date night. The moment he saw you he couldn’t contain his smile, eyeing you up and down, making you shy. He stood up and in a swift motion pulled you closer by your waist. Your bodies clasped together and you tried to hold eye contact with him as long as you could.

“It should be illegal to look like this,” he said in a flirty tone.

“Like what?” you played along but he didn’t respond and just pulled you closer to kiss you passionately.

His lips were soft in contrary to the rough kiss. His hands wandered on your sides and hips as you tangled your fingers in his locks. Before it led to something more you pulled out earning a frown and unconscious pout on his lips.

“Let’s go,” you spoke innocently and took his hand in yours.

“Y/n, I swear to God, you’ll be the death of me.”

➶ making playlists with songs that remind him of you *ೃ༄

Just like I stated, Heeseung truly believes his whole life depends on and relies on the music. You could even say that music is somehow his default love language. He enjoys dancing, singing and just vibing to his favorite songs with you. What he does when he misses you or finds an album that he thinks you would like or just reminds him of you is just add it to a playlist with your initials as a title. Sometimes he forgets himself and spends the whole afternoon picking perfect matches before finally sending you a link to them.

“What are you doing?” you popped on the couch next to your boyfriend, who was busy the whole evening with his phone.

Curiosity killed you and you couldn’t stand it any more so you took a look at his phone and the view didn’t surprise you that much.

“Another one?” you asked smiling at the sight of another playlist named after you.

Heeseung just turned his head to face you, showing you the purest smile ever, a short peck on the corner of your lips following that.

“You’re gonna love this one, even more than the last one,” he spoke shaking his head, proud of his song choice.

You leaned your head on his shoulder and stole a sneaky peak at his phone once again. This time he hid it from you and sent you a playful look.

“Oh nah, you have to wait until I sent it to you to find out what’s there,” he spoke and wagged his finger at you.

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theoneeyedprince · 8 months

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A Refined Taste

Part 10: Endless Summer

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Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary: It's all about important conversations─between mother and her children, between siblings, between lovers.

Rating: Explicit/18+ (More warnings under the cut)

Word count: 6.3k

Warnings: Smut (p in v, unprotected but protected (?) sex, dom!Aemond peaking through, a bit of mutual masturbation, tiny teeny bit of titty sucking), sensual themes, suggestive content, language, a bit of angst, a bit more of fluff, mentions and discussion of marital infidelity and divorce, mentions of a passing of a pet.

From the author: After the last part's sadness and melancholy, this one's slightly lighter. Or at least I think it is. Two more parts (Part 12 will be an epilogue of some sort) and we're saying goodbye to a summer holiday at the Targaryen mansion and their vineyard 😥 Time flies by so quickly... where did it go? Anyway, enjoy! <3

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The day welcomes you with a ray of sunlight peeking through the curtains of Aemond’s window.

You try to put your hand up to shield your eyes from the warm light but Aemond’s hand is wrapped around you, preventing you from doing so. His body is pressed to your back tightly enough that you can feel his chest rising and falling and his breath fanning your ear, tickling you gently.

It is the third morning after Vhagar’s passing. Things went back to the way they were before but her absence can still be greatly felt by everyone.

Aemond didn’t find it in himself to enter the library again, so the remote work he’s been doing these past few months was done in the spacious living room.

You haven’t asked him about this mysterious work he often dove into on his laptop because you figured that it’s not really your business but you did notice that he seems to be quite engrossed with it.

His brows knit in concentration and his healthy eye narrows slightly. His tongue pokes out the inside of his cheek in annoyance but one corner of his mouth lifts up just a little bit giving a way to a triumphant smirk when he finds a solution to his problem.

The feeling that holds your heart like a hostage now took its root during such a moment. A moment when you began to pay attention to every detail of his expressions, every single mannerism and his body language.

You sat on an armchair, scratching Vhagar behind her floppy ear, and observed him, absorbing him, sketching a picture for your mind to look at later.

Just like right now.

Your finger traces the veins on his hand and forearm ever so gently not to wake him, then along each finger and knuckle.

Did he know how beautiful he is?

You had no doubt his exes found him irresistible in a sexual way, you do yourself, but did they ever compliment him enough to make him blush?

Gods, you love it when he blushes.

“You’re so beautiful,” you whisper and place a soft kiss on one of his fingers.

“Not compared to you,” he murmurs, sleep still evident in the hoarseness of his voice.

Your heart skips a beat and a flush of embarrassment at being caught at gushing over him creeps on your face.

“I didn’t mean to wake you up,” you look over your shoulder and see Aemond place a chaste kiss on it before you can feel it settle.

“You didn’t. I’ve been half-awake for some time now,” he pecks your cheek next.

“Oh… well then,” you feel your face heat up even more now that you’re aware of what you’ve been doing.

“Your touch is very relaxing, love, except for the way you swayed your pretty ass,” you hold your breath when he squeezes it. “That didn’t relax me at all. Couldn’t go back to sleep.”

His voice has been your weakness since you disturbed his peace during your first day here but the low, harsh vibrating timbre that spills into your ear right now is how you could come undone without him doing anything else to your body.

And you knew he felt your self-indulgent movements. You felt him respond to them but the moment you did, you stopped at once.

But he was conscious of it. And yet, did nothing to let you know.

You turn to face him and narrow your eyes at him playfully in feign annoyance.

A similar blush to yours adorns his high cheeks and you mentally write down yet another time you got to make him react in this way.

“Could you maybe wear that rosy shade on a daily basis?”

A question you meant to ask in your head stumbles out of your tongue as your finger runs along the scarred cheek─you noticed that he sleeps only on his right side, preferring not to put pressure on his prosthetic eye.

He hums coyly, healthy eye half-hooded because of the sun and a lip twitching as if barely containing itself from smiling.

The moment is so peaceful, so serene, so… domestic that you wish this is how you could spend your mornings for as long as he’d have you by his side.

Maybe… maybe if you told him now things could change? He said he loved being with you and that’s as close as saying these three fateful words.

Besides, you need to talk about the elephant in the room anyway.

“I can’t avoid my mother anymore,” he says suddenly, taking the hand that caressed his face into his and laying both at the top of the sheets─his palm covering yours entirely.

“I’m surprised you haven’t talked to her yet. You do live in the same house,” you aim at a jesting tone and he huffs a guttural laughter.

“Hel thinks she’s the one avoiding us.”

“That can be true…”

The Targaryen-Hightower siblings came to a suspicion that their mother has a secret affair with their chief of security but they have no evidence, except for that one affectional embrace, that can prove their case.

Nevertheless, an honest and open conversation is a good start.

“Just…”

“Hmm?”

“Don’t jump on your mom. I can see that she cares for the four of you and your opinion. She might just be scared you’ll hate her…”

Aemond winces at that as if the mere thought of his mother thinking that he hates her made him sick.

“And there’s nothing worse than being yelled at during an argument,” you add.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got no reason to do that. Actually, we’ve never yelled at each other. Not even once.”

“That’s good to know.”

It’s always good to know that the man you’re with isn’t aggressive towards the women in his life, you think to yourself.

“She’s always been the opposite of father. He didn’t yell at us either, well, maybe except that day I lost my eye but other than that… he’s been passive, avoidant even. So, you know, if mom found a… friend in Cole then that’s fine by me. Who knows if that piece of shit doesn’t cheat on her anyway.”

You didn’t have to look at his lips to see him grimacing. The tone of his voice is full of contempt.

“You're a good son, Aemond. Your father will one day regret not seeing that, in all of you. Your mom knows though and I guess that’s more important to you?”

He nods.

Then moves to lay on his back and tugs you to his side. Your fingers interlace with each other and you let him disappear into his thoughts before he forces himself to leave the bed.

A content smile sticks to your face when his other hand finds its way to your hair, absentmindedly playing with the strands.

Family matters first, then you can tell him.

Aemond left his room to take a shower and when he came back, towel around his waist and droplets of lingering water falling from the nape of his neck down his back, you were ready to jump on him.

You did stop yourself, though.

He hasn’t been in that state of mind the last couple of days, only craving the more innocent type of physical contact, and you understood that perfectly.

It still didn’t change this feral hunger you feel for him.

No one’s ever made you feel this way and that side of you terrified you a bit. In a fun, exciting way of course.

Both of you dressed at the same time, then he kissed the top of your head and asked for some good luck. When he opened the door you could see Helaena and Aegon already standing in the hall—both smiling at you knowingly when they caught your eye.

For the first time since you stepped over the threshold of this house, your little group dines alone. While the Targaryen-Hightowers are served in Alicent’s private study, you and Argella eat outside the greenery, having a view of the balcony facing two rows of expertly sheared poplars.

Sometimes when you look around the property you’re taken aback by the fact that you’re in this place. One that looks like it’s taken straight out of a Daphne du Maurier novel—large estate, its rich owners, dramatic secrets lurking in the corners and heated affairs developing inside the stony walls.

You exhale deeply, feeling the weight of the end of your time here settling down on your heart.

“It’s been some time since we had breakfast together,” Argella points out, smearing butter on her scone.

“Yeah, it’s about the damn time,” you raise a cup of coffee in her direction and both of you giggle at that.

“Does he treat you right?” Her question catches you off guard, so you only blink at her.

“If not, then he knows I’m prepared to cut his balls off. I told him so.”

And to show how serious she is she gesticulates with the butter knife how she’d do it.

You know Argella like you know your own mind, which was why you believed every word she said.

“He does… and to the point that I… I think I’ve fallen for him.”

Argella puts down the knife on her plate.

“That’s good. You’ve complained about your failed dates before we got here, so this is good news,” she notices your defeated expression, “Is it?”

“Is it, Gella? We go back to the grey reality that is living in King’s Landing in less than two weeks…”

“I see no problem with that.”

You knit your brows in confusion.

“I won’t do a distance relationship. It never works…”

“Distance? Wait…” she pinches the bridge of her nose and exhales as if in pained annoyance, “do you ever listen to me?”

“Yeah! Well, I try my best. Sometimes it’s hard when you’re rambling about your pedantic boss or how mom and dad should stop behaving like children…”

“Gods, I think you’ve been too much in your head since you started hooking up with Aemond,” you open your mouth to protest but you give up immediately, knowing she’s right.

“What does it have to do with me not wanting to try the distance thing with him?”

“Helaena told you at the vineyard, the day Vhagar… she told you that Aemond has a flat in King’s Landing. Not that far away from our place.”

“I… he, what?”

“Don’t you two talk?”

A light blush hits your cheeks.

“Yeah… but none of us ever mentioned our regular lives to each other…”

“You’re more alike than Helaena first thought… two overthinking idiots living in the moment and pretending you’ll forget about each other the minute you leave this place.”

“Ouch,” she cocks her brow, “But you’re right… I recently thought of it myself. When I realised that I might’ve let my heart wander too far…”

“Well, the lack of communication baffles me! If you asked him or Helaena then you’d know that every one of them has their own flat in the city. Except for Daeron, he lives with their grandfather in Oldtown. It’s where Aemond studied until he finished his Masters last year.”

So he studied at OU… you should’ve figured that out. Old money Targaryens and OU just fit.

“Okay… he has his own place in King’s Landing but who knows if he’s not coming back to Oldtown? It’s more logical isn’t it?”

“I don’t know, ask him yourself. It’s now or never I guess.”

She’s right. Again. Your older sister’s always right.

Truly insufferable trait of hers.

“I know it was stupid… Not to talk to him about this but I just hoped this was all but a little crush, similar to the one I had for Aegon. That it would go away. But Seven Hells it decided to grew more with each passing day instead,” you tap your index finger against the rim of the coffee cup, “And why discuss my private life with someone I’ll have no contact with at the end? Sex is one thing but knowing someone on a deep, personal level? That’s a different type of intimacy entirely… One that’s likely to hurt more.”

“I understand that,” her eyes bore into you with a pouring solicitude, “But knowing how you feel and seeing how Aemond looks at you? It’s time to come clean about your feelings. And I say that only because something tells me both of you are on the same page. And if I’m wrong… then yeah, your heart breaks but I’ve seen you mend it back together because of much serious issues.”

You give her half a smile but deep down you know this would be different. That if your heart broke because of Aemond, you wouldn’t be able to think about this summer ever again. Not without bursting into tears.

Another revelation which proves that Aemond holds your fragile heart in his hands.

The rest of the day looks the same—it’s all you and Argella, while the siblings spend their time with their mother. At one point Nettles joins you next to the gazebo—which makes you all scatty every time you’re near it—with Sunfyre on the leash and you find out that her father takes care of the garden, park and everything plant related at the property and this is her first time as dog walker, though she hopes she can return for next summer.

Aegon went outside once, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, playing fetch with his dog for a minute and telling you that Alicent asked them to listen to Criston, so they’d probably be “free” for dinner at four. When you asked if he smoked he said “no but mom would kill me if I was high during that meeting” and with that he went back inside, leaving you with the same thoughts that cluttered in your mind once during the dinner you witnessed when Mr Targaryen arrived at the mansion—this family’s life is like an endless dramatic play that you somehow got to watch from the front seat or more fitting, backstage.

It is after today’s slightly awkward dinner, which you and Argella tried to fill with light conversation, that you find Aemond in the billiard room, sitting on an armchair Aegon once occupied when Rhaenyra announced her private auction.

You bite your lip at the memory of that evening, letting out a soft sigh.

“You’re watching me,” Aemond’s low teasing tone brings you out of the pleasant memory.

“Well, I have been doing that since I arrived at this place,” you shut the door behind you and make your way to him with a teasing smile of your own.

“So you have,” he takes your hand and kisses the palm of it.

He’s so period-drama-charming that sometimes you can’t believe he’s real.

Maybe he’s not and this summer is just a dream?

“I’m surprised it’s not Aegon sulking here,” you remember his comment about the billiard room being one of his favourite places in the mansion.

“He let me stay here today.”

“Did you let him stay at the library in return?”

“Mhm…” both of you look at each other for a moment, mirth glistening in your eyes. “Sorry I didn’t talk much. I’ve been… thinking,”

“That’s okay. It’s not like you’re an enthusiastic conversationalist anyway. Except for…” you suck in the inside of your cheek, biting it lightly as the pleasant flutters fill in your lower belly.

The look you give Aemond is nothing short of flirtatious.

“I did notice that you don’t mind either,” his big hands settle on your hips and pull you onto his lap, so that your calves are draped over the thick arm of the chair.

“How observant,” you laugh and interwoven your fingers with his hair as you seem to always do nowadays.

“I told you I am,” he laughs back.

Seven help me this sound will be the death of me.

“I remember. I- I remember many things you said, you know…”

His violet eye searches your face, so thoroughly you feel the air in your lungs evaporating and you chicken out.

“How was the conversation?”

Coward. You can’t delay that forever.

Aemond’s pursed lips give you the answer you sensed would come.

He sighs, “It turns out they’ve been getting closer for years but never moved any further with it,” the hand that lays on your thigh starts caressing it, making the flowy material of your dress rise up slightly.

“That must’ve been a relief?”

“To be honest, we all were on the same page. We want her to be happy and father, being a piece of shit of a husband, doesn’t make her happy, so we told her that if she holds back because she hates the idea of being a cheating wife, then we’ll stand by her during the divorce.”

“That’s serious then…”

“She said she’ll think about it. Though Hel said that she feels like mom has been thinking about it for a long time,” he fiddles with the thin material, probably leaving it all creased in the aftermath but you don’t really care as long as he finds it distracting enough to make him continue to talk about this uncomfortable topic.

At least he is talking about it and not locking it all up inside until it eats him alive.

“From my experience divorces are able to free people who feel trapped in their marriage,” you keep on playing with his hair, knowing that it soothes him, “And if they’re done competently and with a mature attitude, then both parties can start anew. A win-win situation.”

“For my mom’s sake I hope it’s a win. If she decides to finally deliver the papers.”

The ticking of the clock hanging on the opposite wall fills the silence that befalls you.

Until Aemond drums the tips of his fingers on your clothed thigh and speaks up again.

“Maybe I’d get out too… I just wouldn’t stand to work for him.”

Work for his father. For Viserys Targaryen who lives in King’s Landing.

King’s Landing where you currently live.

You shift on his lap and he responds to that with that penetrative gaze of his. You remove your legs from the arm of the chair and change your position so now they’re hooked over his stretched out legs.

Coward. Coward. Cowa-

A deep breath, “You know, my sister lives with Helaena in the capitol. I do too. I start my final year of Masters at KLU this autumn.”

“I do know that,” a lazy smug tugs at the corner of his mouth.

“How? We didn’t talk about that…”

“Hel told me at her birthday party. After you left.”

Oh.

“Oh…”

“Shouldn’t I know that?” A crease appears between his brows.

You bite the inside of your cheek before answering, “It’s nothing serious, it’s just that…”

“Hm?” He’s suddenly tense now, back straightening against the back of the armchair and you hope that this isn’t an indication of how this conversation will go from here.

“I found out this morning that you lived in Oldtown but you own a flat in King’s Landing…”

Aemond is the one to shift in place now, his fingers digging carefully into the side of your thigh.

“I got my degrees from Oldtown University, yes. Then I took a gap year and applied for PHD programs. At OU included.”

“Holy shit, Aemond,” a mix of pride and amazement fills that special place around your heart and coats the tone of your voice, “That’s amazing!”

He smiles but it doesn’t reach his eye. You can only wonder why.

Does he feel the same way you do?

“Is this why you’ve been so often glued to your laptop?”

“Yeah,” his fingers dip under the hem of your dress, drawing lines on your skin, which immediately raise an army of goosebumps there.

And try as hard as you might, your breath hitches from his feather-like touch, “What department?”

“History. Throwing some philosophy to the mix.”

You try to hide in a smirk, “Why am I not surprised?”

He hums, “What about you?”

“Literature and journalism.”

“Why am I not surprised?”

You roll your eyes, the weight of nervousness slowly lifting from you as his fingers assuage you.

An unintentional─or intentional from what you learned about Aemond’s subtle yet electrifying methods of seduction─scratch of a nail under your thigh intensifies the all too familiar heat blooming now inside you.

“One of the places I applied to was KLU.”

Now you’re not sure if the rapidness of your breathing was caused by his fingers travelling higher up your thigh or this new information he shared.

Perhaps both.

“You’d be close to your siblings,” you state.

Tell him now.

“And to you.”

You gasp when he stands up from the armchair, lifting you up with him and then pushing you backwards into the direction of the billiard table.

He’s so damn tall. That’s what you thought the day you stumbled upon him in the library and the thought comes back to you now.

His body presses against you and you feel the edge of the table digging into your back.

Then his lips are on yours, the kiss hard and fiery and unceasing─Aemond not giving you even a second to draw your breath.

He bends his knees slightly, just enough to hook his arm that doesn’t hold your neck under your butt and picks you up, sitting you up on the blue surface of the billiard table.

Your legs wrap around his toned legs immediately, conjuring a satisfied smirk to his lips, “Your move.”

“Oh, shut up,” you silence him with another searing kiss, while unzipping his dark slacks─ this time dark grey with horizontal thin stripes stitched into the soft material.

He’s been wearing this type of trousers so often since you arrived at the mansion that it makes you convinced that he has to know how turned on you get by how fit he looks in them. His ass in particular is so tempting in this cut.

Putting your thoughts into action you squeeze one of his butcheeks with your other hand only to have Aemond bite your lower lip playfully in response and you gasp into his mouth.

“You’re an insatiable woman,” he laughs lowly and helps you unbutton the additional buttons around his waist.

“Don’t act like you’re any different,” you quip back knowing all too well that you’ve been wearing sundresses almost every single day because he once expressed how much he likes seeing you in them.

Proving your point, his hands go under the skirt of your dress, squeezing your thighs roughly, “I certainly don’t and let me tell you that if I could choose how to spend my days, I’d spend them buried inside your warm pussy,” he all but whispers harshly into your ear and you shiver at the dirtiness of his words, your core throbbing for him.

You pull him roughly by the collar of his t-shirt, not caring if you rip it in process or how expensive the fabric is. You just know that you need him inside you again.

Right now, tomorrow, every day and night of each week of the year.

Seven help me, I don’t think that I’m in love with him. I am in love with him.

“Fuck me, Aemond, I want you to fuck me,” you whisper to him in the same manner he did and he groans, swiftly pulling down his trousers together with his briefs.

Your hand basically shoots to take him between your fingers and you relish in the way he sighs and moans deeply from his chest.

His long fingers remove your panties and you speed up your own movements on his half-erect cock the moment his index finger circles around your aching bud.

“I’ve no condoms here, love,” he warns but you’re far too much in your growing pleasure to make him fetch one.

“We’ve managed once, we can do it again and I’m on the pill anyway,” he raises his eyebrows but smirks at your heated eagerness.

“Fine,” he takes your hands away from his cock and leaves your clit but you don’t find time to complain. A moment later he pins your hands above you, making a bracelet out of his fingers around your wrists and lays you down on the table, while his index and middle finger of the other hand plunge inside your wet core, drawing a gaspy moan from you.

“You want me to fuck you, hm?”

“Y-yes, Aem-”

“Don’t move and hold your hands like that, love.”

You listen, anticipation and wild excitement filling every cell of your body.

He doesn’t stop moving his fingers in and out of you, while he hooks the skirt of your dress around your hips and pushes the front together with your bralette to let your tits spill out of both materials.

A half-pained sigh leaves your mouth when he sucks hurriedly and harshly at your perked nipples. His grip on your wrists tightens once again and it only spurns the untamed reactions of your body.

And a quick thanks is sent to whoever designed loose sundresses.

“My pretty girl will soak my fingers first and then my cock.”

You moan desperately as his long, glorious fingers hit the centre of your pleasure.

Over and over again until his thumb rubs furiously on your swollen clit and you break apart at the top of the billiard table with Aemond already hovering over you.

He kisses you with his tongue hastily pushing inside your mouth and your post-orgasmic mind doesn’t know what to do except moan in gratification at the way he treats you right now.

You wanted him to fuck you and he seems to do just that.

His eyes lock with yours, the violet one taking you in your current state—all fluttering eyelashes and heaving chest—and then without breaking eye contact he presses his swollen and leaking tip gently against your bud, making you jolt in place.

An all teeth grin takes over his mouth and then the bastard chuckles against your lips.

Not being able to wriggle your hands from his grip, you get closer and bite his lower lip in response.

“Mmm,” the tip of his tongue slides over the spot your teeth sank into.

He’s so infuriatingly hot at this moment that your pussy clenches around nothing, begging for him to finally slide into it.

“Stop teasing me, Aemond,” you sound so wanton that your irritation seems to greatly amuse him.

“Remember when you teased me with your sweet tongue?”

You can only narrow your eyes as your breathing quickens.

“I can be patient, you know I can,” he murmurs and bites your neck in retaliation, all while dragging the head of his cock from your bud to your entrance and back again, coating it in your wetness and his pre-cum.

Goosebumps spread all over your skin and you think it’s insane how you’re already out of breath without him even moving inside you.

“Oh, fuck- baby, please,” your hips rise up and move forward, trying to get him closer to your entrance but it disappears from you as soon as you do it.

“I told you not to move.”

His cocky enjoyment both annoys and turns you on.

“I won’t, I won’t,” you repeat, hoping the feeling of him rubbing against you returns if you mewl these words desperately enough.

And it does, instantly causing you to sigh in relief.

But as soon as you open your mouth, the sound gets swallowed by another scorching kiss of his, “Now, let me fuck you like you so impatiently wanted me to.”

Aemond enters you with one swift motion, making your eyes roll back and moan into his hanging mouth. It devours you again but with matching impetuosity to the expeditious movements of his hips.

The room is filled with your mixed panting and quiet creaking of the table. Your buttucks hit the inside of the wooden edge with every push of Aemond’s cock into your fleshy walls but the slight pain only further ignites the fire building within you. Just like the tight clasp of Aemond’s fingers around your wrist bones does.

It’s harsh, it’s forceful, it’s flaming.

It’s utterly sublime.

“Touch your tits for me,” he pants out when he reliefs your hands to grab your thighs, pulling you even closer to him—elicing a high pitched moan from you in consequence—and places your legs on top of his shoulders.

A broken whine escapes your throat when this new, deeper angle allows the tip of Aemond’s cock to directly hit that rough patch of yours.

Then, just like he asked you, your half-numb hands palm at your bouncing breasts, fondling them and pretending they’re Aemond’s balls that beat against your backside each time he firmly pounds into you.

“My good girl,” he groans out, digging his fingers into the supple flesh of your asscheeks, spreading them out in order to dive in even deeper.

“Oh gods, Aemond,” you half-scream, feeling the delicious sparks of pleasure coursing through your veins, your heart beating against your ribs furiously.

“Look at me,” he leans in and you choke out a cry at the pressure of his body and your thighs against your chest and at the way this particular angle has just made you feel.

When your eyes settle on his, the eclipsed dark purple of his eye hypnotises you. You mirror his expression─suckling your bottom lip between your front teeth and digging your nails into his biceps just like he digs his into your ass.

There’s something in his eye. Something more than the ravishing desire you’re sure blazes in yours too.

This intuitive feeling and the euphoric ecstasy nudge you to tell him.

I’m in love with you.

“You’re so perfect,” his voice is hoarse and velvety and so alluring, “and all mine.”

A shiver runs down your spine at the possessive groan in his voice.

You kiss him almost feverishly, “All yours. And you’re all mine.”

He returns your kiss with the same desperation, speeding his thrusts as he’s coming vastly to his own end just as the tidal waves of pleasure beat against your body, rising and rising, reading you for their final approach.

“Tell me you’re mine,” you grab the nape of his neck and pull him to your face as close as possible.

At one point his chain got out of his t-shirt and is now brushing against your chest. The natural cold of the silver causes an eruption of goosebumps on the burnt up skin there.

“Tell me you feel the same,” you pant pleadingly.

His hips begin to shake and then you feel his finger rubbing harsh circles around your clit.

“I’m yours,” he manages to answer through his own torrents of pleasure and then that powerful, encompassing final wave floods you.

Your back arches, pushing your tits against your thighs as Aemond’s cock throbs intensely, his veins pulsing between your walls and then he pulls out. But as quickly as the feeling’s gone you feel him slapping heavily against your belly button.

Your content moan hits Aemond’s ears when he spills onto your stomach, his white spend reaching the valley of your breasts, while a deep groan of his own flows from the deep of his chest to your mouth when he kisses you fiercely.

All while your fucked out brain and soaring heart wish he spilled inside you instead.

Aemond looks at you for a moment—his usual post-sex lazy, satisfied smile stretching his lips—and then, without moving his eyes off of you, he puts your legs gently off his shoulders, letting them dangle from the table’s edge, while he still stands between them.

The silence between you as he helps you sit back down is comfortable but the tensity caused by your passionate confessions pulls at you from all sides.

“Are you okay? How are your hands?” Aemond takes them between his fingers and inxpecting them for any bruises.

You smile at him, “They’re a bit numb but I’m all fine.”

“That’s good,” he nods, both at you and to himself, and places a gentle kiss on the insides of your wrists. “I’ll be right back.”

Worry clouds your mind as you watch Aemond go behind the bar, get a fresh tablecloth from a shelf below, fill a small ice cube bucket with water from the glass bottle he took out of the mini fridge, dip the cloth in it, squeeze the excess of water from the soft material and return to you.

A soft “thanks” is the first word you utter when he hands it to you and then while you clean yourself off of him two words echoe in your ears. He said it, he said he's yours.

“I need to tell you some-”

“I got into a PHD programme at Oldtown.”

Oh.

You know it’s great news, you should be happy for him and yet all you can feel is overcoming sadness and bitterness.

Why? Why did you have hope that this might continue?

His healthy eye pierces through you more than ever before and you want to hide from it.

When you continue to say nothing, he clasps his hands behind his back and purses his lips. You know he’s battling with his thoughts right now.

“It’s one of the things I’ve been… waiting for.”

He’s close again, so close that when he puts a strand of your hair behind your ear—it’s not out of order, you put it in a ponytail while he was behind the bar, but you guess it’s his excuse to touch you—you’re able to feel his breath on your face.

“Then you should accept it.”

“Do you think so?”

“It’s an opportunity of a lifetime. Something you’ve worked very hard for, I have no doubt.”

“The thing is that there’s this other thing that came to my life at the exact same time,” his hand rubs your arm and your body stills contrary to the heat wave that comes over it.

Does he mean you? Or is your hopeful heart deceiving you again?

“Just when I thought I had my future figured out, this girl that skittered in and out of my life suddenly steps into my family’s library and everything shifts.”

His long, aquiline nose bumps into yours as he presses your foreheads against each other and you’re not able to move, not able to speak or think straight. Only your heart races.

Races to him.

“I told myself that relationships aren’t for me. It’s too much stress, too much fighting, too many expectations. I focused on my studies, made a plan and stuck to it,” he laughs to himself and only then you finally move─your lips can’t help but lift up at that rare sound.

“But Seven Hells, that girl…” he pulls away but only enough to look into your eyes and cups your cheek lovingly, “she made me lose my focus. Made me rethink some of my priorities, what my life principals should be. Taught me that being with someone can be peaceful if they’re the right person.”

A breath catches in your throat, which tightens with every word he says, preparing you for the quiet tears that have begun to blur your vision─Aemond becoming a smudge of beige, silver, blue and violet.

The tips of his fingers wipe out the teardrops that fell on your cheeks, while you get rid of the rest yourself, blinking rapidly, relieved you’re wearing a waterproof mascara.

“I’ve known about Oldtown for a month now. That’s why I didn’t say anything. I-”

Even though you’re sitting on the billiard table he still looks down at you. One hand splayed at the base of your neck, the other under your chin, tilting your head up gently.

“I’m not exaggerating when I say that you turned my focus somewhere else. You became my new focus.”

His lips hover above yours, waiting for you to let them capture yours, while you put your hand on your heart in an attempt to slow its intense beating.

It doesn’t work. It doesn’t because Aemond’s its master now.

He felt the same way all along.

You were so scared of him crushing your heart in his fist when in truth he handles it with such care and devotion.

“I don’t want you to turn your back on your future just because of this one summer,” you whisper, too much in shock from his confession.

Now’s the time for yours.

“Just because I’m in love with you,” you breathe out and dare to look into his violet eye. Eye that turns its soft gaze to fervent the moment you finally lay your heart out to him.

He felt the same way all along.

He whispers your name as he kisses your temple, then repeats it twice as he moves his plush lips the underside of your chin and his favourite spot under your left ear.

It’s like a prayer and you pant quietly from the intensity of it all.

“This makes my decision easy then ‘cause I’m in love with you too,” he says into your lips.

You’ve never thought about how it’d feel to die from happiness but you swear that if you died right now in his arms, this would be enough for you to rest in eternal peace.

I’m in love with you too.

“But what about-”

He picks you up, holding you under your butt, so your head hangs above his.

“KLU accepted me too, I just didn't give them my answer then. Hopefully, it's not too late to let such a fine scholar like me into their mids,” he jokes and you laugh from the sheer joy of the moment.

It’s overwhelming, the amount of information that he filled your heart with and the swelling emotions that came with it.

“You’d really choose King’s Landing over Oldtown?”

“There’s plenty of universities to choose from but there’s only one woman like you, my love.”

My love.

Not just “love”.

My love.

You hope he hears your heart fighting to fly out of your chest.

Your hands are in his hair, nails scraping at the skin there, making him groan in response and then you brush your lips against his, nibbling at his lower lip, brushing it once again, teasing and eliciting all kinds of noises from him. Noises that you’re desperate to drink up.

And you finally do, feeling your core throb as if to scream that you’re depriving yourself from his taste just as much as you deny him yours.

Once your tongue slips into his mouth and later his in yours there’s nothing else you can think about other than that you can have him. Have him like this but wholly and without the fear of losing him to the summer of your past.

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rayroseu · 6 months

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LMFAO Ramshackle duo bantering.... 💕💕✨✨✨I love this event so much 😭😭🙏🙏 Also Grim's cape has the same color as Meleanor's cape and his hat looks like its Crowley's... 👀

THE TIPPED HAT TO ACCOMODATE HIS CAT EARS... psppsps grim... my precious... HES NOT BEATING THE CAT ALLEGATIONS 😂😂

??? THIS ISNT EVEN BRIAR VALLEYS TRADITIONAL CLOTHING OHMGOD I WOULD DIE FOR AN SSR MALLEUS IN BRIAR VALLEY EVENT 🥺🥺🥺💕💕💕 With Silver and Sebek in their traditional attire briar valley attire as well 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️‼️‼️🙌🙌✨✨

^^^Me after the release of this event lolol

Sebek is so me, I squealed irlll JDHJAJDS MALLEUS IS SO HANDSOME PRETTY PERFECT THE GORGEOUS PRINCE EVER

Aaaaaa I love how Diasomnia always tries to include the others 😭😭😭💕💕💕✨✨✨ I'll forever pray they'll stay together omg.... 🥲🥲🥲

AMNDKIDIQD MY MALLEYUU....🙌🙌🙏🙏✨✨✨🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🥺🥺💐💞💗💞💗💞💞 YUU MENTION!! YUU MENTION ‼️‼️‼️💞💕💗💞💗💗 THIS EVENT HAS WON 💗💕💞💕💗✨✨✨✨👌👌👌

Also I read on twitter that since Malleus asked Yuu to take the picture and send it to Lilia...👀✨ It means that Malleus hangs out with Yuu so much that Lilia gave his number to them lolol

It matches because even Silver asks Yuu whenever he searches for Malleus 🥺🥺✨✨✨ Sebek lets be friends... be a ramshackle dweller as well like all your adopted family now 🤭🤗🤭 🙌🙌✨✨

I'm really proud of Sebek's development though... Seeing this event right now with him being competitive with Silver often... and then knowing how he helped Silver in Book 7 🥲🥲🥲💗💞💗💞💕💕 EVERYTHING I WANT!!! FOR SEBEK TO SHOW HE CARES SO MUCH FOR HIS PARTNER IN KNIGHTLY DUTIES AAACKKC💕💕🥲🥲🥲

(I hit the image limit goddamniy😭😭😭😭💥💥)

But Deuce and Riddle are so precious.... Riddle not knowing what Boss-vibe means lolol but still appreaciating Deuce's compliment... The Queen and his card soldier... CRYING PRECIOUS...

Also Epel,,, I think Riddle's outfit has a cute vibe too lolol I would want to wear Epel's outfit if I were to choose ‼️‼️✨✨💕

Professor Trein is the best teacher KAJSJA He's my favourite faculty member... He cares for everyone!! He's worried for leaving Lucius for awhile, He looks so proud seeing his students enjoy their new outfits, He's worried for NRC students to ransack the city LMFAO... but the funny thing about it is that he's not worried for The Prefect because they're with them and they're good at keeping Grim in check 😂✨

I love this event bcs it gave us more Trein moments, more Malleus and his knights and Yuu getting along, more dynamics to ponder about!! Like Epel and Riddle... Or Azul and Deuce lol Its thr best...!! I cant wait for Part 2 🥺🥺💕💕

#twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twistedwonderland #malleus draconia #twst silver #sebek zigvolt #malleyuu #twst yuu #twst grim #lian notes #twst glorious masquerade #glorious masquerade

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the---hermit · 5 months

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Hell Followed With Us by Andrew Joseph White

I noramally avoid YA novels because I know I tend to not like them. This will now be my exception. This is a dystopic horror YA novel, and it was so good. The story is set in a disastrous vision of the near future, where a christian terrorist cult took power after unleashing a virus that either kills its victims or warps their bodies. The main character is a trans boy called Benji who tries to escape this cult as his body is slowly corrupted and transformed into a monster after being injected with a particular version of the virus. I won't say much more because I went into this book knowing very little and loved slowly finding out more about the world and the characters. I will say that the main themes of the novel are a queer kid dealing with heavy religious trauma, finally finding people who understand him and also accepting and embracing queer rage. Never before reading this novel I realized how much I needed to read about queer rage, and now I want more. The dystopic world is very well crafted and it's as believable as it is scary. I do love a well created dystopic society and this book delivered. The writing flows amazingly and it gets very addictive very quickly, on the day I started reading the book I sat down to read the first page to see how it was and ended up reading three chapters without even realizing. The horror aspect of the book is mainly body horror, I am not sure if I ever read proper body horror before but I really liked how it was done here, and I would be up to read more. It's a book I will try to recommend to everyone because it was truly really good and I am so happy to have this on my shelves now. I can see myself rereading this multiple times in the future, and I am surely going to check out more of the author's writing

a few spoilery thoughts cause why not

Since I want to avoid giving out as much as I can of the plot I decided to add this little addition of things I liked that contain some spoilers so consider yourself warned. Firstly one of my favourite things is how Benji's physical change is so linked to his coming to terms and accepting his anger. The way he finally lets himself feel feelings he has bottled up as his body is corrupted by the virus was such a cool addition. And the fact that in the end the manifestation of his anger comes out thanks to the changes of his new "monstrous" form was really cool. Another detail I particularly appreaciated is how the author made sure to create a realistic group of queer kids, they definitely don't all think the same way, and have actually quite opposite opinions. I am particularly referring to the fact that another trans boy there does not approve of Benji's decision not to bind, or neo pronouns. These are unfortunately very real things that are happening in the queer community right now, and although of course it's frustrating to read about this stuff it's a detail that makes this group of people feel realisting and not idealized. Lastly another detail I particularly apprciated were the quotes at the beginning of each chapter, I think those helped make the world feel even more believable.

#hoping past me did edit this down bc it's been sitting in my drafts for WEEKS #i have so many book reviews to post asdhfalhf anyway very much reccomend this was it was great #hell followed with us #book #books #book cover #book rec #book review #book recommendation #reading #bookish #mine #the---hermit

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ani-bunnie13 · 4 months

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scene-to-scene #7

DISCLAIMER: BRIEF EXPLANATION ABOUT HARASSMENT, ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIPS, AND B*N READ WITH CAUTION

scene-to-scene #7: episode one Meet, chapter one Meet

this is the first scene where we actually get to infer that b*n's a shitty bf and person and general.

as nick and charlie have more of a physical and deeper connection as "best buds" nick def gets more protective of charlie. he knows when someone/charlie is clearly upset mby because hes not lacking basic human empathy *COUGH COUGH COUGH HARRY COUGH*

anyways in the scene we get hints that maybe b*n is slowly draining the energy charlie has and it's not going to end well. nick is shown to be rushing after charlie to idk investigate? its kinda sweet kinda stalk-y

an-bunnie anecdote: so i need help, do you guys want me to post the fight scene?? its controversial ik but help because its really important to the story (and i want to call out b*n on what a dick he is) it's going to be protected with expanded form and TW everywhere, i just need to make sure u guys are ok with it!

and from the poll results rn,

starting on january 1st, there are going to be diff longer and better s-t-s episodes!! i'm very excited to start on this series because this is just the start!

thank you so much for the support on this series and my blog, i love and appreaciate you guys so muchh🤍🤍

#ani bunnie #osemanverse #alice oseman #heartstopper #charlie spring #nick nelson #nick and charlie #webtoon #scene to scene

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nightmyst14-blog · 10 months

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I seen a few people do this on here, so I decided to try to as well. I only picked 9 because I would be here all day if I did them all in at once. Most rarepairs I want to talk about.

I'm going this in 3 parts, so today you're getting a good chunk of my Ovenbreak Exclusive ships. Let's go.

Some ships don't have clever ship names Im sorry.

HeroCroissant: They're on great terms in their Relationship chart. I can see them working together while traveling through dimensions, and Hero working on fixing his suit to make it easier when flying through vortexes. With Croissant's help, of course.

SourCurrant: Fashion designer gfs!! They would do a lot of collabs during fashion shows. Sour Belt has a special-made belt from Currant, while Currant has a leather jacket Sour made from her old works.

FireLotus: Roger and Jessica Rabbit vibes, He makes them laugh!! Fire Spirit tried to create them some fire flowers once, it kinda backfired. Lotus appreaciated it though.

Peperoncino x Blue Lily: Met one time during Peperoncino and Habenaro's wanderings. The two bonded over their strong sense to protect something they care about. I like to think Blue would take Peperoncino on dates under glowing giant mushrooms.

Captain Ice x Eggnog: I mentioned them before, and I still love them, Its a comfort ship. They're engaged, working under a long distance relationship. Eggnog would take her on ice skating dates whenever she's off work at a time. Ice loves receiving letters and phones calls from him whenever she had a hard day.

ChurroFig: Cottagecore partners. Churro loves listening to Fig's tales, maintaining the Millennial Forest Temple by himself can be lonely. Fig tend to recieve gifts from Churro, as in bracelets or flowers wreaths he used to make back in his village. Sometimes after a long day, they like to dance underneath the stars at night when its cool.

StringCoffee: Coworkers dating. String finds Coffee's clumsiness cute,even if it can be a nuisance sometimes. Coffee admires String's determination and intagrity, even though he can be a bit cold sometimes. She writes him small letters in sticky notes to cheer him up. String's is always making sure she doesnt hurt herself, down to making sure she remembers to eat during work hours.

Treenanas: A more common Ovenbreak ship, I think. Ananas finds Millennial to be one of the more "tolerable" cookies in their list. Millennial likes visiting Ananas' islands, the dragon always giving them a gift of fruit whenever they leave. Beach dates are very common, with Ananas dancing with Millennial along the water.

BeetNinja: An unexpected ship, I saw that they were together during the Valentine's day event, and now I can't stop. Beet and Ninja are pretty secretive with their relationship, not wanting really anyone to find out. When they go go on date, its always outdoors, like camping or hiking. Beet is the only one who's seen Ninja's true face, aside from his friends Muscle and Rebel.

That's all of my main Ovenbreak ships!! I have more, but again wanted to do some of my more less obvious ships.

My post on my Kingdom ships will show up later. Hope you enjoyed!!

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Hiiii honey! I hope your having a fantastic day! If You want to answer then could I request yandere karma with a shy timid cute smart/nerdy s/o? They are intelligent but they don’t have friends so he doesn’t really need to manipulate them but they are both still in class e and teenagers so you know bullies and stuff and he’s just clingy and protective of them? Feel free to take your time or ignore bye bye!

hi my love!!

hmm i like your idea anon

i'm just gonna make this a highschool au!

karma and darling are both 18

that being said:

hope you enjoy!

18+ minors dni (like fr, there's violence and blood in this)

gender neutral reader/darling

likes and reblogs are highly appreaciated

if there’s something i missed or something that you're still curious about, feel free to send me another ask!

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karma as a teenager is a bit different from karma as an adult

he's less quiet and a bit more impulsive

but he's still very very charming

kinda like a boyish charm

karma is very popular in high school

especially since its a private school and everyone knows how influential his family is

he's still a lot more mature than his peers

that being said

assuming that darling is the shy intelligent type, teen! karma would be sooo into it-

i think his yandere tendencies with a shy darling would just start off as him being protective

he might not acknowledge that he's a yandere at this time

he might just assume that he's 'protecting someone who can't protect themselves'

then down the line, he gets to know you

and he falls so hard.

you're perfect.

everything he's ever wanted.

so he becomes even more protective

and more clingy

he follows you everywhere

and where he cant follow you, he's either sending bhodi or his sister to follow you.

and when they cant follow you everywhere, our dear karmichael gets an idea.

concealed cameras.

karma has always been tech savvy

so making tiny concealed cameras were a breeze.

(he attached them to your bag and phone when you weren't looking)

a few days after he installs the cameras, he realises that he needs to hear your conversations as well!

he doesn't want any boys asking his beloved out ofc

so after pulling an all-nighter

he created tiny concealed mics!

(he also attached them to your phone and bag when you weren't looking)

(you should really pay attention more to your surroundings darling.)

karma observes you through the cameras

<they're connected to his phone fyi>

btw teen karma is pretty violent towards bullies.

anyone that makes you feel bad for being intelligent/ a nerd?

they come to school with their head bashed in.

someone talking to you in a disrespectful manner cause they know you're shy and you wont say anything back?

they're suddenly seen wearing turtlenecks everyday for the next month.

(rumour says that they have handprints on their neck from an attempted strangulation)

another person touches you in any way without your explicit consent?

they come to school with the arm (or both arms) that they used to touch you spontaneously broken.

a love rival confesses to you even tho youre already his?

they randomly start vomiting blood in 5th period.

(karma's sister is good with poisons)

if darling is a scholarship student and someone makes fun of them for being less advantaged,

karma will report their parents company for tax evasion/fraud/embezzlement/money laundering

this will cause their accounts and assests to be frozen

and they will become paupers overnight.

then it becomes clear to the entire school.

dont fuck with y/n unless you're willing to face the consequences.

darling on the other hand knows that karma is behind the punishments given to their antis

(its kinda obvious, lets be honest)

and they don't mind it too much

they do beg karma to be a little less mean with the punishments

but teen karma is very stubborn, yet still very charming

so he'll manage to convince you that being mean is for the best

cause rich teenagers are dicks.

and they deserved to be treated as such.

basically, teen karma with a shy intelligent darling is basically just karma showing his true nature over and over again.

he's ruthless, unforgiving towards offenders and he is the judge, jury and executioner.

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anneliis18 · 4 months

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Hey! I just wanted to say that your art is so gorgeous, and I recognized you from your secret life animatics, and I ADORE those as well. Its really inspiring, and I'm finding myself trying to learn more about art by how you draw, so I guess you're officially an Artist-I-Look-Up-to-and-Thinks-is-Awesome-So-I-Will-Try-To-Draw-as-Pretty-as-Them artist, so don't mind me as I study your art like crazy lol.

Much love and respect,

Your neighborhood life series artist/animator

QuQ thats so wholesome im gonna cry, i really appreaciate it!

#asks

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miitarashi · 1 year

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HELLO I SAW THE REQUEST THING can i request 1 2 4 and 9? If that’s alright?

DAMM it is a lot of things lol.

bUt

How i'm really happy in having request about my precious boy...IMMA DO IT.

It got to long i had to make a part 2 😔. I'll leave a guide to ease things.

THANK FOR THE REQUEST THO. LOVE YA🥺❤️

Prompts - 1 and 9 (part 1). 2 and 4 (part 2)

Warning: none. Just Tintin being cutely silly and completly in love.

And here Tintin was again.

Passing by that same little fruit stand where you work. It wasn't even the right way to his house,coming for this particular street aways make the way longer,but he couldn't care less.

In his mind,these extra minutes worth every time because of you.

God knows how many times he tried to go and talk with you,even pretending to be a costumer but looking you from a far was more "safe" so he aways turned back with just two or three feets away to reach you. Tintin has been in this pattern for weeks now,it was getting frustrating,why it seems so hard?

Its just walk over,say "hi,i want this",buy the thing and go away.

It isn't that hard right?

Then why??

And there he was. Pretending to be distracted by something just to stand on the other side of the street parallel at the little fruit stand,stealling little peeks and glances of you. Normaly,he don't have this type of problem in talk with strangers but...you're different. He felt butterflys in his stomach,nervousness,his face get warm and the only time when he was passing by this same place with Haddock,the man teased him saying that he was love sick.

Maybe...

Just maybe the old man was right?

...ok he was.

"Enough. I...i'll go"

Tintin said more for himself then for his loyal friend snowy,but the little dog seemed pretty happy for his owner,even bumped his head on his legs trying to push him forward giving some plus motivation so this time he wouldn't back up.

"Ok ok,i get it snowy. Thank you"

He get down a bit with a more calm smile giving some well deserved pats behind snowy's ears,who really appreaciate the affection and soon,bumped his head against him again to make he go.

Tintin chuckle,nodding and getting up. Looking for you,he take a deep breath and started his walking towards the fruit stand adjusting a little his clothes to be more presentable for the moment.

Tintin was almost there. His heart was in his throat. Beating so fast that seem about to explode.

What if he say something wrong? Like the amount of time where he get the long way for his home just to see you from afar?? No no,this couldn't happen. The nervousness was unbearable,his mind was distant but his feets still walking and without noticing,he arrived.

"Oh,good evening sir! Would you like some of those delicious fruits?"

He snaped back so quick that he have to take a moment just to digest the situation.

Tintin was really in front of you. Seeing you closely this time. God you were much more beautiful then he was thinking. That welcoming,warm and friendly smile,the way your hair looked a little messy but cute regardless,those eyes. He died inside. It was too much.

"Uh...sir...? Are you ok? Should i..."

Snowy take some steps closer and start barking bein succeed in caught the attention not only from you,but from his owner as well. Tintin look at you for a brief second before turning his head away cleaning his throat to regain some composture and letting out a deep breath,he maneged,somehow,to be more calm thanking snowy mentaly for this.

"I'm sorry for this,i just got...a little distracted on my own mind"

He said in a apologetic tone and smile,you returned with a undestanding one nodding your head.

"Don't need to worry to much sir,its quite normal. Let's start again,shall we?"

You said in an kind tone,he felt relieved on how much pacient you was bein with him and Tintin couldn't be more greatfull for it. Nodding his head,more relaxed then before,he resume.

"Hi,good evening"

"Hello there! What can i do for you today sir?"

He couldn't contain a little smile,you were so kind and good with people,but still,there's so many ways to respond that. Just to make sure he wouldn't say something weird,he look at the fruits trying to decide what he would want,after all,you offered it first so is probably a safe choise. And you,without a second of delay and quite used to take action quick,already grab the bag to put the fruits and speak in your normal friendly voice.

"Which of them do you want sir?"

The answer in his mind was clear,his eyes were on the apples and he was calm,no big deal.

"Oh,i want you"

At least he thought it was.

"Excuse me??"

When what he said sink in,Tintin felt his heart stopping. Why of all the things he said that?? He wished with all his might for the ground just crack open for him to fall in the void. All of his calmness disapear in a blink of an eye,everything was going ok,why it now?!

"Oh- no- no no i- i'm so sorry i-"

In the middle of his apologies,you laughed. It just go out in a lack of attention of your part. You covered your mouth for a moment and he stop talking immediately just to hear your laugh.

"Sir,don't need to apologize so much"

You speak between little giggles taking the apples along with one tangerine and putting it in the bag.

"You were looking for the apples right? Here. And one tangerine,my treat"

You said in a warm tone,handing the bag for him with a little wink. His heart skiped a beat or two by it and in a slowly moviment,he grab the bag almost in a awkaward way looking dumbfouded,confused and with a faint blush from the embarrassing moment.

You...laughed.

Tintin was expecting a worse reaction but instead,he could hear your laugh...he feel all warm inside,in a good way and soon,an smile make its way on his still confused face.

"But sir. The apples still need to be paid though"

"Oh- of course...!"

He quickly reach for the wallet in his pockets while you giggled again,he may be looking a bit goofy now because of everything that happened but,if this is what it take to hear you laughing,he make a mental note to try and do it again,it was already one of his favorite things about you. After a while, he take the money and paid for the fruits.

"Thank you very much sir! Have a wonderful day!"

"Thank you and,i'm sorry again"

You readily denied,shaking your head keeping that same warm smile.

"You don't need to be sorry sir,at least it was funny!"

"If you...don't mind me asking,could you say your name?"

"Yes. I'm [Name]. And yours? If you don't mind"

"It's Tintin"

You look at him quite surprised and give yourself a facepalm. It was obvious that he was the famous reporter Tintin,just look at this cute topknot and beautiful blue eyes,those little faint freckles on his cheeks and-

Oh.

This was your time to look away a little to regain your posture back. And yes,he noticed it,that red not to obvious on your face,could it be...

"Sorry,it should be evident for me"

The roles seem to be reversed. The one apologizing and blushing was you,and him shake his head to deny your sorry.

"It isn't necessary,miss [Name]. That's ok"

"Well,thank you then mister Tintin. I've seen you passing every day down this street,the next time...maybe stop by to talk for a bit"

"Yes!- i mean...certainly. i'll"

He got a little too excited,but this had a good effect because you was laughing again making that same warm feeling build up inside him.

"You can't stop it,can you?"

You speak with an eyebrow rised in a playful manner,with the atmosphere more at ease than before,he allowed himself to be in the same track of thinking and played along.

"Well...this time i was,indeed,trying to make you laugh...is it working?"

With a little "hunf",you laugh it of,pretending to be thinking and replied.

"I guess....yes"

This time,you two chuckled together.

All it costed was just a little walk to the other side of the road. The only regret on his mind was not doing it sooner.

After this enoyable moment,Tintin said goodbye because it was your work time still,so the talk unfortunaly had to wait,but both of you couldn't be more excited for it...

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A.N: I'M LOVING DOING IT??? But it got to long like i said in the begin so i had to make a part two. And,after this i'm gonna make a proper request list and info,because just two prompt is enough but in my head i really thought that would fit four 😔. aNyAwAyS i'm having so much fun doing Tintin in this silly way DON'T SAY IT I KNOW THAT THIS IS NOT HOW HE WOULD ACT I'LL DO IT PROPERLY SOME DAY I SWEAR 😭. And again,thank you for the request! Its cool know that people really like my shit way of writing lol. Now,go to the part two! Bye bye!

#the adventures of tintin #tintin #tintin movie #tintin x reader

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