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-> james wilson relationship moodboard (younger gf edition)

relationship moodboard (noun): a gallery of images designed to encompass what a relationship with a certain character would be like :)

a/n: requested by @catchthewindd on my house version :) thanks for the request!

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-> waxes and wanes

aemond targaryen x wife!reader

cws: descriptions of depression, hurt/comfort, mentions of periods

a/n: neeeeeeeed him so bad. i don't usually write in third person but i started writing and it j kinda happened????

princess y/n targaryen was known throughout the Red Keep as particularly susceptible to low moods. these low moods often happened between the first and eighth days of a new calendar month, and vanished on the eighth day as quickly as they appeared on the first. it was theorised that these moods were caused by her monthly bleed, so little could be done to dispel them.

during this time, she would sleep until the sun was setting, and on the rare occasion she was awake and dressed, she spoke very little and floated around the castle, haunting the stone walls like a ghost.

her husband, aemond targaryen, was the only person who could comfort her. this is exactly why he was at her chambers on this cold, winter morning.

he lingered at her door for a moment, before knocking and entering.

"my love?" he spoke softly in his signature raspy voice.

the princess shifted under her several blankets and lifted her head, revealing unkempt hair and deep crevasses under her eyes.

"aemond," she breathed, relief washing over her. "come over and comfort me, dear husband,"

"as you wish," he replied, placing his sword against an ornate table. although aemond had the authority to rid you from King's Landing for being disrespectful to the prince regent, he still did anything his wife asked of him.

he approached the bed and sat on the edge, before placing a hand on her cheek and stroking it gently.

"my poor little lamb," he muttered affectionately. she nodded.

"i'm sorry, dear husband," she whispered. "for these swings of mood. i awoke this morn to painful stabbings in my nursery, i had forgotten my monthly visits were due." tears welled her eyes.

aemond shushed her softly. "it cannot be helped, lamb. these moods, they wax and wane. you will feel more spritely soon, my love."

y/n felt an overwhelming love for her husband, and mumbled "i need your arms around me, dear husband."

aemond obliged, and swiftly removed his outer armour, before sliding under the blankets. his warm arms snaked around her, holding her fast.

"better?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow. y/n giggled and nuzzled into her husband, who chuckled at her adorableness.

"yes," she replied. "much better."

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Can you please do a younger gf x house mood board?

Thanks!!!!

-> greg house relationship moodboard (younger gf edition)

relationship moodboard (noun): a gallery of images designed to encompass what a relationship with a certain character would be like :)

a/n: hope this is good!!!! ty for the request!!

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oh wow!! thank you so much!!! <3

as a celebration, i'm opening my relationship moodboard requests. give me a character (and reader characteristic if you like) and i'll make u a mood board ;3 see the example here if you're confused!!!!

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-> little wolf

aemond targaryen x wife!stark!reader

18+, minors dni!!!! nsfw ahead. cws under cut!

a/n: finally watching hotd s2, i am so down bad for this man r u joking. also this is lowk rushed my apologies!

cws: f.ngering (f receiving), org.sm, petnames, swearing

Being married off to a Prince of the Realm was not how you thought your life would turn out. Being the eldest daughter of House Stark, you had no hope of inheritince, so perhaps being betrothed to a house of wealth and riches was a blessing in disguise.

You and your husband had only met once as children before you found yourself at the altar. He was quiet, calculating, but not unkind or cruel (to you, at least). Although he was by no means your first choice of suitor, the past two years of marriage had been sweeter than honey; you found yourself becoming increasingly attached to him, and missed him desperately whenever he left to perform royal duties.

This time was no exception. He'd gone on dragonback to some far off land to deliver a message on behalf of his brother, the king. You were kept wholly out of politics, so had no idea whom he was consorting with. Every time someone knocked at your door you jumped, hoping that it was someone coming to tell you of your husbands return. Between knocks, you gazed longingly out of your bedchamber window, studying the sky.

"My Lady, pardon the intrusion," a voice spoke as your chamber door was opened. "Prince Aemond has returned."

You didn't even thank the poor guard before rushing out the door, heart racing. You ran down the stone corridors towards Aemond's chamber, where he had undoubtedly secluded himself to; he was often exhausted after flying, and often went straight to his chambers upon returning.

you reached the door and knocked.

"come," Aemond's voice said softly behind the wooden door. You opened it slowly and slid inside before closing it.

"oh, husband," you breathed, wasting no time in embracing him. Aemond was slightly taken aback, he was still growing accustomed to your affection, but did not by any means dislike it.

"did you miss me, little wolf?" he teased, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. you blushed, and nodded.

"yes, husband, i did-"

"i've told you," he said softly, "you can call me aemond."

"yes, of course, h-...aemond." you smiled, insides warming. you had only just realised how unkempt he looked, hair windswept, sweat and dirt sticking to his skin. he looked like a warrior, a knight. he looked beautiful.

you leant forward and kissed him, slowly at first, but the gentleness slowly turned hungry. aemond smirked against your lips.

"careful now, little one," he said with a warning tone, using his thumb and finger to tilt your head up to meet his eye, "the exhilaration of flight has not yet worn off, with my heart beating so fast I may be rougher than intended."

"do as you wish, aemond, i'm yours,"

Aemond always loved hearing that from your lips; your acceptance that he owned you, you were his, his little wolf.

"take them off, pup," he growled, tugging at your dress. you obliged, slithering out of the fabric.

he nuzzled into your neck, inhaling your scent. you too inhaled, aemond's scent was one of smoke and sweat, as was custom after a dragon ride.

"you're so good to me, my dutiful wife," he breathed, pulling away. he moved around the room and sat on a dark green plush chair in the corner. he patted his thigh, eyeing you.

"come here, lap dog,"

you didn't hesitate to perch yourself on his thigh, feeling slightly exposed.

he breathed you in, you looked so perfect. his perfect wife.

he cupped your cheek and kissed you again. you parted your lips, and felt his tongue slide into your mouth. his hand wondered, gently stroking your thigh, before slowly parting your legs, revealing your dripping sweetness. you wriggled in his grip and swivelled so your back was against his leather-clad chest, one hand between your legs, the other holding you fast. he was always so eager to please you, take make you feel good, especially after a long day. he often joked that the only remedy to his exhaustion was your sugared sounds. his long fingers teased your folds, earning him a soft moan from you. he reached your swollen bud and he strummed it gently but with pace, making your eyes roll to the back of your skull. you grew wetter and wetter, lewd, moist sounds filled the room along with your whispered profanities.

"aemond...f-fuck," you whimpered.

"that's it, that's my good pup," he praised. "are you going to take your prince's fingers? hm?"

"y-yes, yes," you nodded.

"oh?" he tilted his head. "beg for it."

"please, please aemond, i-i need it, please,"

Aemond sneered, satisfied. he slipped in his middle and ring finger in your dripping hole, pumping his wrist. you let out a strained exclamation of pleasure, his long fingers caressing your walls. heat began to built up in your lower abdomen, and suddenly you felt your climax. your legs shook violently and you arched your back, walls spasming around aemond's fingers.

"you did so admirably, sweet pup," he whispered, kissing your temple, holding you fast. "my perfect wife."

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𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

☆ = personal favourite / recommendation

red = nsfw: MINORS DNI

aemond targaryen

relationship moodboard

little wolf

waxes and wanes

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-> aemond targaryen relationship moodboard

this took ages omggg

relationship moodboard (noun): a gallery of images designed to encompass what a relationship with a certain character would be like :)

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-> levi ackerman relationship moodboard

brainrot

relationship moodboard (noun): a gallery of images designed to encompass what a relationship with a certain character would be like :)

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hihiii!! uhh can u do a house x male reader relationship board,,, or even a house x male reader fic,,,,,,,

-> greg house relationship moodboard (mlm edition)

relationship moodboard (noun): a gallery of images designed to encompass what a relationship with a certain character would be like :)

a/n: me when i respond to requests 3 months later,, my bad!'

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Hey just wanted to say i loved you fic ‘cola’ (james wilson x younger!reader)

I would love to read something similar if you still are writing for James Wilson. Something with a age diff.

Have a great day/night!

omg thank you so much!! it means so much to me when people enjoy my work.

and yes i do intend to keep writing for wilson :)

have a wonderful day/night !!

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𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

☆ = personal favourite / recommendation

red = nsfw: MINORS DNI

LEVI ACKERMAN

catch me if i fall (drabble)

relationship moodboard

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-> catch me if i fall

levi ackerman x gn!reader

cws: injury details, injured reader

a/n rewatching aot,,,, soft levi brainrot

"what the hell are you doing."

levi's harsh voice cut through the silent kitchen. you could tell he wasn't asking, per se, more like demanding to know why you were up.

two weeks ago, the scouts were on a recon mission outside the walls. it was supposed to be standard, but things went rogue quickly. your ODM gear snapped and you fell tens of meters through the trees. you hit the ground, hard, and shattered your knee. you don't remember a lot of it, just a lot of your own screaming and your captain whisking you onto his horse.

a day or so later, you woke up, knee in layers of bandages. you'd been ordered to stay in bed by your captain (and partner, awkwardly enough) levi ackerman. you'd never seen him so rattled, hands shaking, voice trembling.

"you fell, you fell so far and i couldn't catch you in time."

honestly, staying in bed was getting very boring, so you chanced a trip to the kitchen in the middle of the night when you assumed levi was asleep.

evidently, he wasn't.

"i...um, well, i wanted-"

"you're supposed to be in bed, your leg isn't healed yet."

you scowled. "yeah, i know, but-"

"look at you, you can barely hold yourself up." his tone was harsh, even though it was clear he was trying to be caring. he approached you slowly, setting a hand at your lower back. you flinched away, annoyed.

"i know. i'm bored, and being cooped up in my room is driving me mad." you turned to face him, but moved too quickly. your knee twinged, and you legs buckled.

levi caught you swiftly, holding you tight. his gaze softened.

"listen, i know it's hard. but you're not going to heal if you move around too much."

you sniffled, feeling tears prick in your eyes.

"shhh, angel, i know. it's okay. come on, let's get you back into bed."

he helped you back to bed, holding your waist tightly as you limped beside him.

he set you down on the cool white sheets, and tucked you in neatly. he stroked the hair from your eyes gently.

"stay for a bit?" you asked, batting your eyelids.

"mhm."

he sat by your side, still stroking your hair softly.

"i'm sorry." he said out of the blue.

"for what?" you asked, puzzled.

"for not being able to catch you, when you fell."

you chuckled. "don't be silly, it wasn't your fault." you sat up, looking into his slate grey eyes. he didn't look convinced. you took his face in your hands. "it wasn't your fault."

"i'll catch you next time. i swear it."

"i mean, you caught me earlier, in the kitchen," you smiled weakly, trying to make him feel better.

you could've sworn you saw a smile flicker across his face. he leant forward and kissed you.

"get some sleep now, doll."

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-> sweet and scarred

dr greg house x gn!reader

cws: mentions of surgery, healed surgical scars, house being house, slightly spicy making out

a/n: mouse bites

you watched greg get changed while you sat in his giant double bed. you had just got back from your seventh date, and things were going very well. he was funny, kind, with a hint of angst which definitely intrigued you. you'd met through your friend Allison, who had invited you to a charity drive for the hospital she worked at, and met greg. although she had warned against involving yourself with him, you couldn't help it, and the next thing you knew, you were going on dates with your friends boss and slowly but surely, falling for him.

"you alright?" greg's voice cut through the silence, now in a tshirt and joggers. he limped to the edge of the bed, but didn't sit down.

"y-yeah, sorry. just lost in thought." you replied, smiling. you started taking your jacket off, slightly nervous. "thanks for letting me stay the night"

"what kind of gentleman would i be if i let you walk home in the rain?" he asked rhetorically. "here, you can sleep in this"

he chucked an oversized grey tshirt at you.

"thank you," you smiled.

"i'll be on the couch," greg mumbled, "goodn-"

"stay," you said quickly, unsure where your confidence had come from. "i-if that's okay," you felt your cheeks grow hot.

"sure" he replied, wondering round to the other side of the bed and lying down. "you can get changed, i promise i won't look," he shut his eyes with a comical and exaggerated squeeze.

you chuckled, and quickly stripped and slid into the tshirt. you chucked your clothes to the floor, making a mental reminder to not forget them tomorrow. as you changed, you ran a hand over your stomach, feeling the scar tissue under your palm.

truthfully, the reason you had attended the charity drive for the hospital with allison was because two years ago that hospital saved your life. the emergency surgery you required had left you with a large abdominal scar. you felt quite neutral about it, but when it came to dating and intimacy, it was a source of anxiety.

you laid on your side, looking at greg, who still had his eyes shut.

"you can open them now" you giggled. greg blinked his eyes open, and turned in bed to face you. his eyes scanned you, lingering at your bare legs.

"suits you," he mumbled, not taking his eyes off you.

you were both silent for a few moments, before greg moved his hand and gently put it on your waist. his thumb stroked your skin affectionately, making your stomach flutter. his hand wondered, first to your ass, then back up to your hips, waist, lower stomach. as he inched towards the scar, you flinched.

"don't," you muttered, grabbing his hand.

greg's eyes narrowed, and you saw a flicker of his diagnostic curiosity in his steely eyes.

"why" he asked, but his hand didn't move or continue moving upwards. you could tell he wasn't asking 'why' because he wanted to overstep your boundaries, or was angry that you hadn't let him explore, it was more that he was just incredibly nosey.

"because i said so," you laughed, moving his hand and placing it gently back to your waist.

greg sighed. "i know you had surgery"

"what?" you replied, suddenly feeling quite exposed. "how-"

"i searched your medical records," you replied bluntly.

"wh- you what? jesus, that's such an invasion of my privacy!" you exclaimed, sitting up. you felt anger burning in your chest. maybe allison was right, maybe you shouldn't have got involved.

"i'm sorry, force of habit" he said casually, still lying down. when you didn't reply, he sighed again. "but you're right. it was an invasion of your privacy. i'm sorry."

you took a deep breath. at least he already knew, which saved you the effort of explaining. besides, allison had warned you, and it's not like your medical records were that interesting besides your surgery.

"it's okay. just...ask next time. don't go digging around."

you lay back down, facing him.

"you don't have to hide it," he said, looking into your eyes.

"hide what?"

he rolled his eyes. "your scar,"

you blushed, both from not getting what he meant and the idea of him not caring was both incredibly sexy and incredibly nerve wracking. you didn't say anything.

"i'll show you mine if you show me yours." he smirked. you thought for a moment, and nodded.

you both sat up, and he rolled up his joggers on his left leg. on his thigh was a shallow pit, like part of it had been scooped out. it was a slightly different shade that the rest of his skin. you could see the stitch scars, little dots circling the wound.

"wow..." you mumbled to yourself.

"you definitely can't beat me in the 'ugly scar' competition." he teased.

"it's not ugly, greg. it's a scar. can i..?" you nodded towards it, moving your hand towards his leg.

he thought for a moment. "be...be gentle." he said quietly. you'd never seen anyone look so vulnerable.

you caressed it gently, running your fingertips along the scar. you could hear him breathing shakily, and pulled away.

"thank you, for showing me." you whispered. you laid back down and leant on your elbow, and greg followed, looking slightly frazzled.

"give me your hand," you asked, and he did. you gently lead it up your shirt, and onto your stomach, where the scar was. you removed your hand and let him roam freely. he slowly lifted your shirt, and you were left unable to hide anything.

he leant down and kissed your scar, repeatedly. up and down the raised flesh, softly and with purpose. he kissed your entire stomach, down to your hips, and back up to the scar. you felt breathless, and if you weren't blushing hard before, you definitely were now.

"so beautiful," he mumbled to himself between kissing your skin.

he stopped and raised his head, before kissing your lips. he wasn't rough but he certainly wasn't gentle. he was hungry for your lips. before you knew it, you were straddling him, kissing him heatedly.

his hands gripped your hips, thumbs circling your skin gently. he occasionally stroked your scar, letting you get used to his touch.

you pulled away, breathless.

"w-we should probably get some sleep." you panted, looking at his bedside clock that read '1:56 am'.

he lightly grabbed your neck and pulled you in for one last kiss, before you hopped off and laid down.

"night, greg,"

"g'night."

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-> short skirt

dr james wilson x gn!reader

cws: mildly nsfw, james gets (consensually) handsy with his pretty assistant <3

a/n: wilson is so cute,,, also hiiii back from the dead !!

you thoroughly enjoyed working in a hospital. it kept you busy. you weren't a doctor of any description, but an assistant for the head of oncology, Dr James Wilson. you liked working for him a lot, he was friendly, and let you get away with a lot more than other bosses would. he was also incredibly flirty, which you enjoyed, as you couldn't deny that you were incredibly attracted to him.

you were wearing your favourite skirt today, and was excited to see how James would react. his coffee in hand (coffee with milk and two sugars), you knocked on the door, and you heard him say 'come in'.

you opened the door, smiling brightly.

"oh, good morning y/n. i keep telling you, you don't have to knock." his voice was soft, as per usual when he was speaking to his favourite assistant.

"it just feels polite," you mused, setting the coffee on his desk.

he chuckled, before muttering "my polite y/n," under his breath. he looked up at you properly, his eyes immediately trailing down your body, fixing on your skirt, just has expected.

"you like my outfit today?" you smiled sweetly.

"i- uh, yeah, i-it's nice,"

"this skirt is my favourite, i mean, look at the detailing on the lace,"

you sidestepped his desk and approached him, and he looked up at you from his chair with his deep brown eyes. you took his hands and placed it on the lace details.

"pretty, right?"

"yeah, you are," he mumbled, before realising what he had said, "i-it is, i mean,"

you giggled. he was still playing with the fabric, but his hands soon began to wonder.

"may i?" he asked, his hands hovering above e your ass, ever the gentleman. you nodded, biting your lower lip. his firm hands grabbed your ass, squeezing softly. he moved to your thighs, squishing them and caressing your skin.

"you're...you're so pretty, y/n," he whispered. he pulled you onto his lap, breathing in your sweet, vanilla-y scent. his left hand was still on your thigh, and his right lifted to your face, cupping it softly.

"have i ever told you you're the best boss ever?"

he chuckled, before kissing you softly.

"and have i ever told you...that you're the best assistant ever?"

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what you get

dr greg house x gn!reader

cws: blood, comical violence, your dickhead husband sneaking up on you

back on my house md bullshit

the lab was quiet as you worked methodically. searching for answers to save lives was exhausting work, but you had to keep going.

you felt your eyelids droop, but you had to stay awake.

although you were stood up, you were so comfortable...sleep was beckoning...your eyes closed slowly...

"BOO!"

two firm hands grab your waist, you shriek in surprise and your instincts kick in, and you throw a hard punch at your attacker.

"jesus christ!" greg's voice rang through the once quiet lab, along with the sound of his cane skittering across the tiled floor.

"greg?" you breathed exasperatedly, heart racing. "you asshole! why did you do that?" despite your anger, you knelt down and helped him to his feet, handing him back his cane.

"you throw quite a punch." he mumbled, wiping his bleeding nose.

"yeah, well..." you muttered, "that's what you get for sneaking up on me."

once stood up and stable, he leaned forward and kisses your cheek lazily. "yeah well, just wanted to come surprise my spouse so we can go home, have dinner, have sex, and go to bed."

"there are other ways to surprise me rather than nearly giving me a heart attack-"

"i know, but it would've been way less fun." he smirked, placing a hand at your waist and squeezing. "cmon, let's go home, doll."