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[athenalvss]

᭝ ᨳଓ 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀 !! ↷ just a friendly argentinian girl who wants to share her love for the things ◡̈ 05 , she/her. university student, I like to obsess over things and learn a lot from it . game of thrones and dc comics lover . formula one . football. personal acc: @delflvss

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꒰ 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐬 ꒱ — open!

athenalvss. mdni. do not copy, translate, or claim my writing as yours.

[athenalvss]

Will you continue the hot wife series? I started rereading them again bc it's just that good. I don't exactly know the timeline or ages of the boys currently but would like to see how the fam met Tim & when he'll officially joins the batfamily. I know if Tim joins, that means smtg bad is gonna happen to Jason.. but perhaps in this au nothing bad happens 🤧

Actually 🤓☝️, nothing bad will happen to Jason in this series because I did a poll a while ago and the majority decided that the crowbar should go on vacation and not hit anyone in the face.

And about the other thing, if I'm going to continue it, one of the five posts I'm going to publish when we reach 5k will be about the series.

[athenalvss]

My creativity increases when I only sleep two hours ;/

[athenalvss]

Soooo hello hello, I haven't been around much lately but I think this deserves a comeback even if it's just for a moment, we're close to 5k (INSANE) so I was thinking of posting 5 stories (headcons, one-shots, etc) when we get there, so requests are more than open

[athenalvss]

DEAR SISTER (AEMOND TARGARYEN)

summary: "Two healthy babies, your grace, the Mother has blessed you" said the midwife.

pairing: Aemond targaryen x twin sis!reader

cw: of targcest, smut ( p in v), dirty talk, pretty short :/

Note: There's no reading order; you can read them in any order you like and ask me anything about these two.

request! ; terror twins mlist

Alicent had always found everything related to Targaryen customs repugnant, even more so that disgusting union between relatives that they practiced with such ease cousins, nephews, siblings. She couldn't fathom the idea that the Seven could allow such a thing. She had told Rhaenyra as much at the time, and she still held that opinion, even now that her eldest children were married and had children born of that incestuous "love" they shared, if indeed such a thing existed between them.

The only solace she had left with her children was the two of you, and her precious, sweet Daeron, who was far away from her and all these twisted rituals that ran in his blood. Or at least that's what she wanted to believe; she couldn't even imagine another situation like that between her children.

They had come into the world together in the quiet of the early morning, before the bells of the Sept had even rung. Two perfect babies, with silver hair and eyes of such a deep violet they were fit for royalty.

The midwife had wept at the sight of them, murmuring that the Holy Mother had blessed her. And Alicent, exhausted and trembling, wanted to believe that the Seven were finally offering her mercy.

Twins.

A double miracle.

For years she clung to the idea that the Seven had finally granted her a respite. Two quiet, obedient, inseparable children. There was no rivalry between them, no cruelty, only an intense and affectionate siblings love, a union too perfect to be questioned. Why would Alicent question the pair the Seven had sent her to reward her great work in life? She could never do that, and perhaps that was why the twins had always felt free to do as they pleased; they were beyond question in their mother's eyes and before anyone else.

The maesters spoke of a natural bond between twins, the septons spoke of shared souls, and the rest of the world saw them as lovely siblings who would accompany each other in the duty that each had inherited.

Perhaps that's why no one noticed the moment Aemond began looking at you the way men look at women, as more than a sister. It was subtle at first, imperceptible to anyone who didn't have a twisted gaze like his family.

The time he spent with Aegon didn't help either. His older brother filled his ear with crude jokes, tales of conquests and pleasures that Aemond pretended to despise, but which he listened to with far too much attention and interest.

And yet, that was no vulgar desire, it was something much deeper; what at fourteen years old was only a fleeting thought had become something worse, it was a possession, that silent thought that the place by your side should belong to no one but him, because they were destined to be together; if the gods had decided that their lives should begin at the same time, how could it be right that they should end separately?

The Targaryens were not like the rest of the world; they never had been. Their blood was different, their customs were different, their destinies were written in fire and guided by the same heritage that ran through their veins.

You were no different from him.

Perhaps that was why you found it easy to give in to your desires when you accepted the desires you had for your twin when he shared them with you.

But, unlike Aemond, you had felt guilty for those sinful thoughts that kept coming back, even when you tried to drown them in prayers that no longer offered you comfort.

You felt guilt for your mother's voice repeating the precepts of the Faith, for every sermon heard in the Sept, for every stern look that seemed to judge sins not yet committed. You felt dirty for a long time, even if you tried to ignore it, you knew that the Seven would still know it was somewhere in you and would take care of punishing you.

You wanted to convince yourself that it was nothing more than confusion, that it would disappear with time, that duty would eventually prevail as it always did in court.

But the closeness with Aemond never diminished; it seemed as if he had decided to torture you by remaining there by your side; that must be laughter as punishment, without a doubt.

But when he finally moved towards you, there was no hesitation in his gestures nor uncertainty in his gaze; it seemed that he had no doubts about it, so when he looked at you with such determination, as if it had been inevitable from the first day, you couldn't help but feel liberated.

The guilt that had accompanied you for years did not disappear immediately, but it began to crumble under the weight of that unshakeable certainty that he seemed to possess about the two of you.

Perhaps that's why you no longer felt afraid of your thoughts, or of feeling what you felt. You weren't afraid to love him, to imagine a life together until your last days; you wanted to give him everything, just as he gave you everything; you wanted to make him feel loved, appreciated, adored, as he always should have been.

Perhaps that's why, right now, you didn't mind having Aemond's rough hands covering your mouth while he penetrated you on one of the library tables.

His long fingers gripped your hips as his balls slapped hard against your pearl, making the only sounds in the room the wetness of your pussy and the collisions between your skins, along with that soft murmur that no one but you two could understand because of how quiet it was.

"See how well you're taking it?" he said, pressing his entire body against your back, his thin lips level with your ear. "It doesn't even look like I ruined your pussy this morning, darling."

He hears you moan his name under his hand in a voice he barely recognizes, and that sound seems to do nothing but excite him.

He fucks you like an animal, half savage, while his cock harasses that sweet spot inside you that makes it hard to breathe. You can do nothing but squeeze your hands tightly against the edge of the desk you're leaning on and let out every desperate cry that comes from feeling him deep inside your cunt while you squeeze him with all your might. He lets out a hiss between his teeth, but he does nothing to slow down, not when he's so drunk on your cunt and how good it feels.

Barely pulling away, he looks down and watches as his cock goes in and out of you, as your groin shines with the combined lubrication of both of you, and feels his cock tighten at that vulgar sight.

How grateful he was to the Gods for sending you to him, such a lovely and good little sister who enjoys carnal pleasures with her good older brother

"You have such a perfect pussy" he whispers, as he removes his hand from your mouth and lowers it to caress your clit with his fingers. "Can you be quiet for me? It would be embarrassing if anyone saw you crying over my cock."

"Aem please" you whisper with what little strength you have left, so dizzy from all the incredible sensations your brother can draw out of you. "Please, please, I'm so close." A particularly loud whimper escapes from your last words.

"You're going to give us away," he whispers to your ear as he thrusts into you again, moving his hips forward and causing your eyes to narrow. "As much as I like your little screams..." he mocks, his lips pressed to your earlobe, his voice teasing as he says, "I prefer you quiet."

His hand covers your mouth again as he penetrates you faster, the other brushing against your clit again, unable to stop you from letting out sharp moans, now against the palm of his hand.

The way he takes you is almost brutal; he's rarely fucked you like this since you started seeing each other this way. It's so primal, like his blood is driving him to this point, unable to suppress any desire he feels for you. It's as if he believes this will be the last time he has you, as if at any moment you could be taken away from him, from his desires, from his love.

He's positioned himself at the perfect angle, thrusting into you hard just the way you like it. He doesn't want to leave you wanting more of his cock, even though your desire to be ruined by him seems inexhaustible. Now he's grateful for his hand, because the sound you make behind his palm is much louder than it should be, and he's sure that without it, even the guards in the yard could hear you.

The hand over his mouth relaxes as pleasure begins to consume him, making it impossible to control him any longer. He lets just one finger remain between your lips, allowing you to guide him to his climax as he feels the warmth of your mouth and tongue around his finger, just as you always did when you took his entire cock in your mouth. His other fingers are halfcupped against your chin, busy maintaining his firm grip on something to control his pleasure; both are close, you can feel it in the way his cock contracts faster and faster inside you, in the way he begins to desperately seek his pleasure, in how his whole body heats up and becomes light.

You scream into his hand when his cock makes you feel tiny, that sensation that makes your knees tremble and writhe in his strong arms, your cunt squeezing around him to the point of pain, when his thumb finds your pearl to play with it quickly, throwing you into the spasms of your orgasm.

You no longer cared about anything else, because you loved him, you loved your twin in the same way a woman loves a man, as a wife loves her husband, and you wanted to have, you desired to give him everything a woman could give a man.

You are both exhausted as you try to catch your breath, trembling in each other's arms.

Without thinking, you tilted your head slightly, just enough to kiss him, scattering kisses along his scarred cheek and the corner of his lips until you reached his tender, delicate lips, where you intensified the kiss almost immediately, wanting to taste him. "I love you, Aemond."

His rough hand rests on your hip as he turns you around to face him, pulling you close to his sweaty body. "I love you too, dear sister."

Taglist: @aeloraisme @kthcbkhj

[athenalvss]

TERROR TWINS

summary: The seven want Alicent to pay for the past and future decisions she will make, so the holy mother gave her a beautiful pair of terror twins.

cw: targetcest (I mean...), misogyny of the time, sexism, smut (mdni),little Dark not much but...

Note: There's no reading order; you can read them in any order you like and ask me anything about these two.

Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen twin fem! reader

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[athenalvss]

ASOIAF MASTERLIST

requests - thoughts

Daemon Targaryen m.list

Aemond Targaryen m.list

[athenalvss]

Okay, I know this acc is all about DC stuff, BUT I'm watching hotd AND I HAVE AN URGENT NEED TO WRITE ABOUT DAEMON AND AEMOND.(btw I have have two fics in my wattpad acc, just saying)

So, send me your ideas and requests!

[athenalvss]

Miss you girl😭😭😭😭

I miss y'all, I have such a strong urge to write but I don't know, many ideas, no much time. I HATE IT

[athenalvss]

Please do more jason todd i looove the way you write

Greetings from beetwen rivers (iykyk) AJJAJAJAJAJAJA

thanks for the request from the silver hermana (ya volveré a escribir algún dia(?)

[athenalvss]

OH, IT'S... GOLD ( bruce wayne! )

Request | bruce buying reader gold jewelry when she’s a silver girlie and everyone tells him off about it even though the reader insists it’s okay

summary | Bruce made a small mistake on a gift he gave you, and everyone judged him for it.

Pairing | husband!Bruce wayne x Wife!reader

note: When I was rereading this, I realized it looks like one of those "happy families" propaganda pieces from conservatives, lol

hot wife series ( ppl don't know how much I love this serie)

A husband like Bruce Wayne had his disadvantages and his advantages.

Maybe he wasn’t a man of many words, he had trouble expressing his feelings properly, could be a little compulsive about control, quite stubborn, a bit obsessive with things, and he disappeared from the bedroom every night—which was a combination of traits that could cause problems for anyone. And you couldn’t really blame people for thinking that. But you could see beyond all of it, and maybe that was the reason why what you had worked so well after all these years.

Bruce tried every day to give his best, and he was grateful that you noticed. He was grateful to you for so many things. He had built a life he never could’ve imagined—a beautiful wife, two great boys, and a lovely baby who waited for him every day. All that and more.

So many years with Bruce Wayne had taught you a lot. That he loved quietly, but intensely. That he showed more through actions than words. That he was protective to the extreme. And that he always thought of you during the day—sometimes bringing flowers, books you’d once mentioned, something even you had forgotten but he hadn’t, or on some occasions, like this one, jewelry.

That’s why, when he came home that night with a small black velvet box in his hand, he was genuinely excited.

The front door closed softly behind him.“I’m home,” he announced, loosening his tie.

You appeared first from the hallway, the baby settled against your hip, her face bright and eyes wide open. Bruce smiled immediately—that soft smile he reserved only for you.

“Hey, love,” he said, leaning in to kiss your temple. “How was your day?”

The baby made a small sound, and Bruce instantly lowered his voice.“And hello to you too, princess,” he whispered, gently touching her cheek. “Daddy’s home.”

He leaned closer again, looking at the baby with a softness that completely contrasted his public image.

“Was she good today?” he asked quietly.

“Like a little angel,” you replied with a smile.

From the living room came the sound of hurried footsteps.

“Did Bruce get here?” Dick asked, peeking out curiously.

“You finally made it, Bruce. I was already hungry,” Jason added from behind him, arms crossed but wearing a half-smile.

Bruce let out a small laugh, the kind he rarely showed in public.“Hey, guys,” he greeted. “Were you good today?”

Jason stepped out behind Dick, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed.“Depends on your definition of ‘good,’” he commented. “No one broke anything… yet.”

Bruce sighed, amused.“That’s already progress.”

Jason approached first, looking him up and down.“You’re late. Mom said you’d be home earlier.”

“I know,” Bruce replied. “I had a long meeting and stopped to get something for Mom before coming back.”

You raised an eyebrow, amused.“Something?” you asked.

Bruce glanced at the small black velvet box in his hand, his fingers closing around it with almost reverent care. “Yeah. I wanted to get you something special.”

Dick tilted his head, instantly curious.“A gift?”

“For Mom?” Jason asked, frowning. “Just because?”

Bruce nodded.“It’s good to give gifts every now and then,” he admitted. “I just… saw it and thought of her.”

You stepped a little closer, the baby still resting against your hip, watching him with a soft smile.“Bruce, you didn’t have to—” you started.

“I wanted to,” he interrupted gently.

He opened the box carefully.

Inside was a delicate gold necklace, with a small diamond that sparkled under the mansion lights. It was beautiful. Not something you usually wore, but it was obvious he’d chosen it with love.

“Bruce… it’s beautiful,” you said sincerely.

And it was. It wasn’t your usual style—you’d always been more of a silver girl, cool tones, simple jewelry—but you knew that gift came straight from his heart.

What Bruce didn’t expect was everyone else’s reaction.

Dick was the first to react.“Oh.”

Jason tilted his head.“That’s… gold.”

Bruce blinked, confused by the tone.“Yes,” he replied. “It’s a unique piece. They told me—”

Before he could recover, Dick frowned. “Wait… doesn't Mom always wear silver?”

Jason leaned forward.“Yeah. Literally never wears gold.”

Alfred, who had been watching from a distance, cleared his throat.“If I may say so, sir… Mrs. Wayne has always shown a preference for silver jewelry.”

Bruce closed his eyes for a second.“Great,” he muttered. “Absolutely brilliant of me.”

You let out a soft laugh.“Bruce, it’s okay. It’s really beautiful…”

“So many years together,” Dick added. “I thought you already knew.”

Bruce looked at you, as if searching for salvation.“Okay, I forgot,” he admitted. “I thought ‘something nice,’ not ‘Queen on a Saturday night.’”

Alfred inclined his head slightly.“Mrs. Wayne can certainly wear gold with elegance. Although, I must admit… silver still suits you better.”

“Thank you, Alfred,” Bruce murmured. “Very helpful. Truly necessary.”

You laughed, resting your cheek for a moment against the baby’s head. “Bruce, look at me,” you said. “I love it. Really. It’s not a big deal.”

“I’m never going to recover from this, am I?” Bruce murmured, shoulders slumped as if he’d just lost a crucial battle.

“No,” Dick and Jason said in unison, disturbingly synchronized.

You laughed, adjusting the baby more securely on your hip.“Bruce, seriously, it’s beautiful…”

“Beautiful, yes,” Dick cut in. “But gold.”

Jason raised a finger.“Very gold.”

Bruce ran a hand over his face."I know,” he said quickly. “I mean, I knew. I just… forgot.”

Bruce opened his mouth to defend himself, but at that moment the doorbell rang through the mansion.Bruce frowned, glancing at the clock in the living room.“Are we expecting someone?”

“No,” you replied. “At least I’m not.”

“Great,” Bruce muttered, tired.

Alfred turned calmly, as if he’d been waiting for that moment.“I’ll take care of it, sir.”

As Alfred walked away, Dick glanced at the necklace again.

“Perfect timing,” Jason commented. “Right when Bruce embarrasses himself.”

“I didn’t embarrass myself,” Bruce said.

“You were forgetful,” Jason replied.

From the entrance, the sound of the door opening echoed.“Good evening, Alfred,” said a calm male voice.

“Welcome, Mr. Kent.”

Bruce closed his eyes for a brief second.“Perfect.”

Moments later, Clark Kent’s unmistakable voice carried in from the hall. “I hope I’m not arriving at a bad time.”

Bruce’s shoulders dropped. “Of course not,” he murmured. “Why would you be.”

Clark entered the living room with a friendly smile, stopping short as he took in the entire scene: you holding the baby, the gold necklace shining, Dick and Jason wearing suspiciously satisfied expressions.

His eyes went straight to the necklace.

He blinked.

Once.

“Oh,” he said, genuinely surprised. “Gold.”

The silence that followed was criminal.

Dick tilted his head slightly, as if calculating how far he could push it without getting kicked out of the mansion.

Jason didn't bother holding back. “uh-huh,” he said. “That's exactly what we said.”

Clark lifted his gaze from the necklace to Bruce, first curious… then dangerously close to amused. “I thought—” he stopped, choosing his words carefully. "Well, it's nice. It'll look good on you."

Bruce stared at him.“Clark.”

“What?” Clark replied, lifting his hands. “It looks good. I was just surprised.”

“We all were,” Dick said. “It’s part of the experience.”

Jason stepped closer, nodding toward the necklace.“You know what the best part is?” he asked. “It doesn’t matter what he does for the next ten years. This is going to keep coming up.”

Bruce looked up at the ceiling, closing his eyes for a moment.“I’m Batman,” he muttered. “I face villains, cosmic horrors… and yet this is what’s going to haunt me. A gold necklace.”

You stepped closer, resting your shoulder against his arm.“I love you even when you mess up jewelry.”

Bruce sighed, fully surrendering.“Great,” he said. “Absolutely great.”

And Jason, of course, couldn’t resist adding another teasing comment—but Bruce cut him off first.

Bruce looked at him.“One more word… and you’re going to bed early.”

Jason grinned.“You’re boring, Bruce.”

[athenalvss]

what's your fav batman movie? i personally like the dark knight, bcs it's lowkey poetic esp the ending scene ugh

I LOVE THAT ONE, AND Two Face it's there, and he is one of my favorite villains. I love his story and everything. The movie is simply amazing; I think I've seen it about a thousand times, lol

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hear me out… noel ex wife who was also part of oasis and they decide to go ahead and do the reunion anyway… and noel and her start hooking up on tour… and their relationship initially started alllll the way back in the 90s doing the same exact thing… and all the tension is crazy and so intense and the sex is insane and they’re trying SO hard to keep it from liam and everyone else finding out… and then they fall in love again!

thank you for coming to my ted talk 🙏

omg the concept… also this just reminded me i have a bot where the reader is the bands drummer! i’ll post it here someday

[athenalvss]

Is anyone interested in this Bruce Wayne pirate series? cause i need ideas lol, even if you don't like it I still have other series ideas anyway

[athenalvss]

bruce x baker reader hcs? ty!!

BAKING TIME! ( Bruce Wayne! )

summary | Bruce Wayne has a baker girlfriend and just wants her to be happy

note | I came back because I'm frustrated by my writer's block on my Bale Batman fanfic, maybe I'm writing here for now

Bruce m.list

🍰. . . . For Bruce, having a baker girlfriend was a double edged sword; it's always nice to have something sweet to eat at some point, but it's not at all an advantage when he's a person with such heavy and dangerous nighttime activities that require him to be in good physical condition.

🍰. . . . Even so, along with Alfred and the batboys, they are the main tasters of every recipe you could think of; everyone is grateful to have delicious things for breakfast, and Alfred is happy to have one less task, controlling Bruce Wayne is more than hard.

🍰. . . . Alfred has noticed that Bruce is spending much more time training in the cave than usual. He used to behave this way at certain times of the year, but it wasn't because Gotham's criminals were becoming more agile and faster; it's because you decided to experiment with new recipes. So, if you're a villain, December is your month to win.

🍰. . . . But Bruce prefers to run ten more kilometers on the treadmill in the early hours of the morning rather than say no to you, with your eyes full of excitement and anticipation for his opinion, as if he knew something about cooking. But he does it gladly, knowing he'll see your beautiful smile, making every drop of sweat and every extra kilometer run worthwhile.

🍰. . . . You've gotten into the habit of leaving him a little something to eat, like cookies or some freshly prepared food, at the bend to make sure he leaves with something in his stomach. He's usually analyzing the cases on the Batcomputer, and his hand instinctively reaches for the nearest dish.

🍰. . . . Even if Bruce tries to be "responsible" and only eat a tiny piece, when you see him cut off a microscopic portion, without saying a word, you add another piece to his plate. He looks at you, sighs resignedly as if it bothers him, but you both know he won't leave a single crumb.

🍰. . . . Bruce proudly carries a box from your pastry shop everywhere and tells everyone who tries it that his wife made it; he's really proud that this is part of the family legacy. Alfred keeps your recipes in an elegant, handwritten folder. He says they are “part of the Wayne family legacy.”

🍰. . . . Bruce never asks you to cook anything specific, but he might casually mention that a family member really liked something you prepared; guess what, nobody said anything.

🍰. . . . The whole family really looks forward to special occasions to try recipes you only make at those times; they love birthdays, anniversaries, holidays, celebrations for good grades at school, and if there aren't any special occasions, they can invent them, right?

🍰. . . . Family arguments never last long if there's something freshly baked on the table, but they start quickly when they see there are only a few portions left and want more.

🍰 . . . . Over the years, your recipes cease to be just yours and become family traditions that all family members prepare, but they always eagerly await what you want to cook because they can never achieve that delicious flavor it has when you make it with your own hands.

[athenalvss]

I spent the day like a madman thinking of an idea for a Bruce Wayne x Reader x Harvey Dent fanfic. I'm not sane anymore (I never was).

[athenalvss]

DUDEEE I love your writing and your stories I’m so invested and the way you write is just 💋

And I have a question,what would you advice be to someone(like me)who started writing??😭🙏

Hey, thanks so much! Well, obviously you have to feel completely comfortable with the character you want to write about. That's very necessary to be able to write about that person, whether you want to follow the canon personality or deviate from it a bit. You have to be comfortable handling them. Having a concrete idea helps a lot, whether it's a scene from a movie, a music video, song lyrics, or whatever. Also, keep in mind what you want to tell in the story, how you'd like it to end. It's very important that you write it down so you always have it clear because, at least for me, I always tend to forget and lose ideas, and that's rubbish

And I think that's it. The most important thing is not to be ashamed of what you do. Your first works are tough, and as you progress and read them, you'll think, "Did I write this crap?" But it's a great way to see how far you've come. I hope this helps, and if you need anything, you can send me a message (this applies to everyone). I'm not a great writer, but I can always try to be helpful :))