Could I request Shin Asakura (Sakamoto Days) with a lover who is a bit of a worrywart? They're always wondering if he's hurt anywhere, has he eaten, etc.
Shin shuffled his feet as he made his way up the stairs to [Y/N]’s apartment.
He knew he needed to apologize, but he hated doing it. Shin hadn’t meant to snap at them. They had just been pestering him so much recently about everything! Was he eating? Was he sleeping? Was he making sure he was being safe when he and Sakamoto-san went out to deal with trouble (or more than likely when trouble came to find them)?
Eventually their nagging just got to him, and he yelled at them that he wasn’t a child! Then immediately regretted it when he saw [Y/N]’s face fall and heard their thought of ‘I was just trying to help. I worry because I love you.’
They had left the shop after that and had not returned in a few days. Shin knew it was his fault.
He had always planned to apologize. But after a different, more annoying kind of nagging from Lu and a stern look from Sakamoto-san, Shin went sooner than he had planned.
Gently knocking on the door, Shin waited with a gnawing in his stomach until the door opened. [Y/N] seemed surprised to see him. And Shin was surprised how much he had missed seeing them.
“I’m sorry.” He apologized quickly. Not even dragging his feet about it anymore. “I know you were just getting on me because you worry and you love me. I just….haven’t had anyone worry or try to take care of me before.” Shin rubbed the back of his neck. “I guess I have to get used to it.”
“You’re right. You do.” [Y/N] replied with a soft sort of smile. “Did you eat? I'm not trying to be a pest, but I was genuinely about to make dinner when you showed up. If you want to stick around.”
Shin’s stomach answered for him. Reminding him that, indeed without a reminder, he had forgotten. “That would be great.”
Hey!This is not actually a request, just a doubt, when your said in your rules about age gap between the character's, which limit of age gap are you comfortable writing?(Im not talking about underage characters okay?☠️)
Hello,
I think you might have me confused with another poster on here. My rules only have a strict limit on underage content, not age gap.
I will say however requests of this nature, like all requests, are at the discretion of the admin to complete.
You felt ten times hotter just looking at your husband, dressed in his traditional black & leathers, as he sat next to you while you baked in this heat. Even with all the windows and curtains open, dressed in the thinnest dress that modesty could cling to, and servants fanning you both like Dornish aristocracy, you still felt like you were melting.
“It is all a matter of perspective, my dear wife.” Aemond replied. Not looking up from his book. “And will power.”
You groan and drop your own book, spreading out as far as your limbs would go on the chaise. You despised these hot summers. Everything was hot. Everything you touched, including yourself, was sticky. You felt like every breath was drawing in more hot air, which in turn made you hotter, and considerably cranky. It was too hot to do anything.
Aemond glanced up at you with his good eye, then closed his books. The servants scatter when the prince stood. Taking away what little precious, if fruitless, relief you had. “Are you really that miserable?” He asked, leaning over you with one arm pressed against the back of the chaise.
“Just look at me.”
“I am.” His mouth coiled into a smirk as he leaned further down to kiss you.
But you turn your head away with an unsatisfied huff. “It’s too hot.” Though you loved Aemond unconditionally, apparently it had its limits. He’d have to wait until the sun went down, at the very least, before you would consider touching him.
The prince huffed. “Fine. Get up.”
You didn’t have time to ask Aemond why before he was grabbing your hand and hoisting you to your feet. Dragging you along behind him as you tried to keep up with his impressive gait thanks to those long legs.
Your protests & questions stopped halfway through your journey, and Aemond finally let your hand go once the two of you reached the Dragonpit. Vhagar’s indominable frame taking up most of the space a lotted to her as she coolly acknowledged her rider then settled back down. “What are we doing here?”
“Leaving the city.” Aemond was already mounting Vhagar. Settled into her saddle before he reached out to you with his hand.
You often dreamed of being a dragon rider. To be up in the skies. To command giants. But you didn’t have the blood for it. Instead, you just admired them from afar. “I thought you said Vhagar didn’t like secondary riders.”
“Vhagar does not like any rider but me.” He clarified. “But she will not harm you. Trust me.”
You did trust Aemond. Still, you glance over to Vhagar, looking into her giant eye for permission, who looked back at you for a long moment before she blinked with her inner lid and turned her gaze from you. You took that as a yes and grabbed Aemond’s hand.
He hoisted you up into the saddle with ease. Seating you in front of him. His legs on either side of you as he fastened you both to the harness before taking the reins. “sōvēs Vhagar.”
The dragon rose from her seat. Seeming annoyed about it, but you couldn’t be sure. She took three long strides before her wings were aloft and you were up in the air. You close your eyes tight. Gripping Aemon’s thighs on either side as you felt your stomach try to drop all the way back to the ground. “Open your eyes.” Aemond’s voice brushed against your ear, louder than the rushing air around you. You do as he says. With one at first, then opening both to see the beautiful bright sky around you and white, fluffy clouds. It was breath taking.
You aren’t brave enough to look down, but after a while Aemond shouted, “tegot Vhagar,” and the dragon circled around a patch of Earth before gracefully hurling itself towards it.
When you landed Aemond undid your bindings and jumped down. He held his arms out towards you, waiting for you to jump, and easily caught you when you fell into his open arms. “Where are we Aemond?”
The prince shrugged, “somewhere North.” That was all he said before he stalked off into the woods past the clearing.
You look around and admire the beauty of the small forest, before you follow after your husband. Vhagar seemed fine on her own to resume her nap while you both went on your walk to wherever Aemond was going. “Aemond, what are we doing here?”
“You said you were hot.” He told you. In a tone that implied ‘we just talked about this’ as he cut through the path.
“Yes. But why are we here?” It was significantly cooler, but still summer. The balminess of the city had been replaced with the natural humidity of the trees. One evil for a lesser one.
Aemond didn’t answer this time and instead pushed past the last of the greenery to reveal a second clearing. Sun dappled, with trees and flowers circling a natural freshwater pond, in a perfect idyllic scene. “Gods…It’s beautiful.”
“We did not come all this way just to look at it.”
You turn to Aemond to see him already unbuttoning his jerkin. “You cannot be serious.” Apparently, he was, as he was already tossing his jerkin aside and pulling off his under tunic. “Aemond?? We’re in the middle of nowhere!”
“Exactly. No one will find us.” His belt, boots, and pants quickly made it into the pile. His small clothes next. Then finally his eye patch. “Are you coming or not?” You stare at Aemond, a little slack jawed, as he stood there completely naked. As if you were the crazy one for not joining him.
Fingers carefully come up to your lacings. Fumbling with the strings as your embarrassment makes the digits unable to cooperate properly. Aemond was right, no one would see you. But this was still the first time you had been naked ‘in public’. Ladies did not go around the world in the nude. Although, apparently, a Targaryen’s woman did.
Aemond grinned as he watched you let loose your dress, then walked backwards a few paces before he turned and walked over to one of the rocks. Standing on it, like some Valyrian statue, before he jumped in. You were not nearly as brave, and shyly stepped into the water from its calm shore with your hands protecting your modesty.
The water was like ice on your overheated skin, but it felt so good! You let out a sigh and relax. Sinking neck deep into the water as you pulled your knees to your chest to float. “Feeling better?” You turn to look at Aemond as he swam up to you. His long hair floating behind him like a silver net. Looking more triton than dragon at the moment. You offer him a soft smile and nod.
The prince smiled back. Then he floated to his center before he stood, able to reach the bottom and have the water just barely brush past his navel. “Can I kiss you now?”
You looked up at Aemond, who was looking back down at you, waiting for an answer. Your smile broadens and you release your knees to stand on your own feet as well. The water just barely kissing your breasts in comparison. “Yes Aemond, you can kiss me.”
He looked so pleased. As if all this effort was worth it as he took your chin in his fingers to tilt your lips to his. You moan at the first contact of his tongue against yours. Hells…how long had it been since you kissed him properly.
You had not been joking when you said it was too hot to do anything. That included laying with your husband. Though you shared the same bed, the most you had done for the past weeks was brief kisses & touches before shunting off to your separate corners of the mattress. Desperate not to add anymore heat to your person.
Now that you were cooled off, a renewed heat was swelling up inside you. “Aemond…”
The man in question pulled back just a hair’s breadth to look at you. The hand once tilting up your chin now brushing water droplets from your cheek. “I have missed you, issa jorrāelagon.”
“I know.” And you felt guilty for that. “I’ve missed you too.” Together seperately had been the way things had been with this heat. But now you were somewhere cool, calm, and secluded with your husband.
You latch on to Aemond like a drowning man. His body your life raft. His kiss your air. He pulled you in with equal fervor and you felt his longing press against your belly. Hot and hard, despite the cold water. “Aemond…” You gasp again. Intentionally brushing against him to feel more of his manhood and eager to have not against your belly but inside it. “Please…”
The prince growled and kissed you again. His teeth nipping possessively at your lips this time, before he pulled you into his arms and wrapped your legs around him. Carrying you out of the water with ease and laying you on the soft grass that would be your marriage bed for the afternoon.
Aemond continued to kiss you. Letting you go for a moment before peppering your lips, face, and neck with more kisses. As if he couldn’t decide what he wanted to do next with you. “You should be like this at all times.”
“Underneath you?” You respond cheekily.
“Naked.” He corrected. Your head tipping back as his arm slipped betwixt you and his fingers began toying with your sex. “You wouldn’t be so hot. And we would no longer have to deal with those ridiculous laces.”
“I don’t think your mother would appreciate such a ‘casual’ manner of dress at court.” You gasp sharply as two of Aemond’s fingers suddenly slipped inside you. Clearly a diversion in the conversation as he doesn’t want to talk about his mother right now.
“Hmmm…it is probably for the best. I’d gouge out the eye of any man who would look at you besides me. Then I would no longer be unique.”
“Certainly less fashionable.” Another sharp gasp escapes you as Aemond’s fingers curled up inside you against that spot that made you see stars. Silently telling you that if you didn’t stop with the cheek you were going to get it. ‘Good’ you thought.
His fingers continued to work you open as his mouth swallowed your cries. “Aemond!” You shouted when his thumb brushed against your pearl. Pushing at his shoulders while your legs shook at the intense feeling, but he wouldn’t stop. He let you go long enough to let your climax cry come out clearly. Loud and pure. Birds fluttering off in the distance that were startled by the sound.
“You’re so beautiful when you quake for me.”
“Only you.”
Your hand came up to stroke his face. Hard lines. Soft expression. Your fingertip brushes against just the end of his scar before trailing down to flick his bottom lip. Red and swollen from your kissing. Vibrant against his cool, alabaster skin. Perfect.
“Make me quake for you again my love.” Your legs splayed wide for him. Making space for him and his cock in your drooling cunt.
Aemond doesn’t have to be told anything twice and he descended on you. Lining up his cock, pushing it inside you with coiled control just waiting to snap, waiting there until you were ready. You let him know you were ready by jutting your hips a bit. Your prince looking at your face for a moment to make sure before that coiled control snapped clean.
The two of you rut in the forest like animals. Grunting and moaning and the wet sound of slapping skin. Aemond spread your legs wider for him. Letting him thrust harder and deeper into you. Your head fell back against the damp grass. The sweet smell mixed with your sweat making you dizzy while the sharp climb towards a second climax made you lightheaded.
You will your eyes open to look at Aemond. His eye fixed only on you. Almost completely black like the stories portrayed him. Black enough that it looked as though it had bled into his sapphire. But this was not the eyes of a monster, but a beast. Your beast. Your one and only, as this look as just for you.
“A-Aemond!” You shout again. Fingers clenched in his wet tresses. Whole body shaking around him this time. Aemond’s teeth clenched to the point they look like they might break before he buried his face in the crook of your neck. His own hips stuttered as his warmth filled you up.
The two of you laid there for a moment. Catching your breath. Sated in one another until Aemond likely feels he’s too heavy for you and rolls off you to the side. “We should head back.”
You turn your head to look at him. Wounded. Did it have to be right now? “The sun will be setting soon. It will not be as hot upon our return.”
You look back up at the sky and indeed see the shadows had gotten longer since your arrival. “Must we?”
Aemond chuckled at your plea. Rolling back over to your side to coil his body around you like a serpent. Head on your shoulder. You know he had missed this almost as much as the other. “Not right now.” He agreed. “But soon. We can come back whenever you’d like though.”
“Tomorrow?” He laughed again.
“Whenever you’d like.”
The two of you bask in the moment and beautiful scenery for a little while longer. Enjoying the cool and the quite before you had to return to the hot and the mayhem. You dress in silence. Then Aemond walked you both back down the path towards his dragon. Vhagar not seeming to notice one way or the other that you’ve been gone.
The heat hits you instantly once you break the perimeter of the city. Cooler than before but still sweltering. “I’m going to take a cool bath before bed.” You tell your prince as he gave his dragon a few goodbye pet before he left her for the day. “Care to join me?”
Only one thing could pull Aemond’s attention away from his dragon, and he turned to look over his shoulder at you with a smug grin. “Missing me already, issa jorrāelagon.”
“Oh yes.” You playfully agree as you walk backwards when Aemond came close. “I don’t know. Something about dragon riding puts me in the mood for….‘dragon riding’.”
The true rider grinned and closed the gap between you with quick ease. “Why do you think I seem never to want to keep my hands off you?” He pulled you in for a new kiss. Passionate, yes, but not nearly as fierce as before. You were back in the walls. Back in your cages. You had to be restrained lest other people talked. Because gods forbid a man & a wife actually fancied each other. He let you go and it was your turn to lead Aemond by the hand.
The weather was hot. But summer would eventually break. By the time winter came you intended to know all sorts of new ways to keep warm.
Can I request headcanons for Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Martian Manhunter, and Clark Kent reacting to shy gn reader giving him a love letter please?
Dick thinks it’s cute. A little mushy romcom-y but hey, it’s still cute.
He takes the letter and reads it in private. He doesn’t want to make them anymore nervous by reading it in front of them.
They end up dating after and Dick keeps the letter in a drawer forever, as a memento of how they started.
What is this, the 20’s? Send a text like everyone else.
Jason might have actually said this to them when he inevitably loses the letter because he is really bad with mail. Because who gives someone a letter?!
Apologizes but tells them to next time just tell him to his face. He’s not a secretary.
J’onn is not familiar with the custom, so he just thinks it’s a regular letter.
He reads it. Puts it away. Then makes no further mention of it.
He has to be reminded of the letter by them in which he says, yes he read it, but was not aware he needed to respond. J’onn just thought it was a statement of facts of their feelings.
Clark actually loses the letter because they put it on his desk at the Daily Planet and it gets mixed in with all his other notes, fact sheets, and junk on there.
When they mention it to him, think that he read it & rejected them, Clark is in a panic and races to clear his desk and find it!
He eventually does. Showing them triumphantly that he found it but never opened it. He doesn’t need to now as he tells him that he loves them too; although does read it on his own eventually.
Can you write Jace from house of dragons and foreign princess reader during his courting of her and he is taken aback by how honest and direct she is (different customs) and how free spirited she is while they are having a private rendez-vous somewhere romantic in her kingdom
“You cannot say things like that.” Jace said in a whispered hiss when he & his fiancé were heading down the hall to their quarters. Making sure they were without ear shot of anyone.
“Why? He asked how my dinner was and it was indeed over salted.” She replied, with no whisper at all.
Jace sighed heavily. “Yes, but when someone asks you that you are supposed to say, ‘quiet well’ or something you do like.”
“I liked the salad.” The princess replied. “It was not nearly as salty.”
The prince sighed again. He was not the most capable tutor when it came to court & societal etiquette, but Jace would think even a maester would have problems getting through to her. “Yes, you said that as well. What I am saying though is that you need to be more polite when we are at such functions. Tactful.”
“Do people kill people over salted chicken here?”
“What? No.” Jace thought for a moment and then amended. “Well….they aren’t supposed to.”
His fiancé scoffed. “You Westerosi. You would rather suffer a polite stab in the back than an unkind cut of the truth.”
The prince jutted his brows. He supposed that was true. As Prince of Dragonstone he had been taught all the ways in which to be polite, tactful, but most importantly strategic in his character. He couldn’t, and especially now, be someone who alienated potential allies with harsh words. But it did bother him sometimes how all these lords would smile and coo, only to jeer and connive him & his mother behind their backs.
“Still, you could be nicer to our hosts.”
“In my country, there is a saying ‘you mistake me for a jug, should you expect to pour honey from me’.” Jace gave her a curious look. “….It sounds better in my language.”
Jace gave her a soft look. “I’m sure it does.”
He had been trying to learn some of her language for her, but it was a slow road going. Jace wanted to learn to let her keep some of her country and customs alive. It must be hard, he thought, to give up everything and come across the sea to marry someone you had never met, in a land you had never been before. Where everyone was telling you you were doing something wrong.
“I will…try to be more tactful myself and respect your honesty.” He told her. Giving her hand a soft, gentle brush. “You know, you can always be honest with me, yes?”
“I know. That is why I agreed to marry you.” The princess replied in an assured tone that made Jace smile.
They arrived first at her door and Jace moved to bid her goodnight. “You know, in my country,” she told him, “Engaged persons can stay in the same room after their courtship is official. It is to help them make space and adjust to when they are married.”
Jace leaned his upper body back a little, giving her an arched brow. “Is that true?” His fiancé simply smiled and shrugged her shoulders.
Making sure the hallway was clear by looking left & right, Jace ducked his head, as if to hide in more shadows, and slipped into the princess’s room. He did want to keep her customs alive, after all. No time like the present to start now.
I'M FREE TO COMMENT!!! My headcanons for Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Martian Manhunter, and Clark Kent confessing to gn reader request is so good! I love it especially
-Dick is so nervous but tries to act cool 🫦 😎
-he will accept it if you reject him but he will be hurt first 🥲
-Jason avoided it for a long time before he confessed to you 🙂↔️
-he just wants the honest answer from you 👍
-J'onn doesn't appreciate being coy so he just told you 🗣️ 💘
-he wants the truth 👍
-Clark is nervous as he had been rejected in high school 🫦😢
-and he would take months to on confess when he felt bold for once ❗
Thank you so much for doing my request because I love it so much :)
Can I have headcanon of Kougami, Ginoza and Sugo dated sunshine-type woman?
Kogami wishes he didn't care for them the way that he did.
He is too cynical. Seen too much of the bad in the world. But....he can't help it.
Like a moth to a flame Kogami is drawn in by their light and can't look away. His selfishness just further clouding his hue.
Ginoza honestly can't stand it at first. Blind positivity.
It's like they are willfully ignorant to the problems & wrongs in the world. That, despite the order the System brings, it has it's problems. Problems they have to clean up.
Inevitably, however, they worm their way in and Ginoza becomes oddly fond of their bright outlook. Hyper-sensitive to when their mood changes to something less sunny, and missing it.
Sugo is truly smitten with it, and wishes he could have that bright outlook on life again.
He likes to think of himself as positive, but's not like how he was. Just a genuine optimism that they have now.
It makes Sugo happy because what are they all doing if not protecting that outlook for people? And he will do anything to protect it.
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