LUVMOON

I want to say that I'm not an expert for writing, and algo english isn't my first language. Sorry for any mistake in my writing. I hope you enjoy reading!

This is just for fun.

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Warnings: little bit of smut. It's my first time writing smut so it's not that good. 😭

WC: 737 words.

Summary: a small confusion.

Divider made up by: @suupersonic

Virgil left the house in the morning, saying he would be back early and that he only had a meeting with his teammates. Over the past few days, the two of you had been able to spend more time together since he had a few extra days off.

You slept until 11 in the morning. When you woke up, you had a cereal for breakfast. You were tired because of the previous night, which had been intense with your husband. After watching a couple of episodes of "Gilmore Girls" , you heard someone knocking at the door.

You got to your feet and walked over to open it, finding a delivery man carrying a huge bouquet of flowers filled with lilies, hydrangeas, roses, and tulips.

You smiled at the man, and he spoke softly. “Good afternoon, I just need you to sign here.” You nodded and did as he asked. After signing, you took the bouquet and carried it to the dining room. You looked for a note, but there wasn’t one. You removed the ribbon and the paper holding the flowers together, filled a vase with water, and arranged the flowers inside.

You decided you wouldn’t thank Virgil until he get home, so you didn’t put anything on your stories or send him a message. Nothing. Instead, you decided to clean the house, cook lunch, and try something new by making a lemon pie.

Virgil sent you a message saying he’d be a little later getting home. He said he needed to stop by the supermarket. You still decided not to mention the flowers. Maybe he was expecting your thanks in person. You set your phone down on the table and continued making the lemon pie cream.

The front door opened, and Virgil stepped inside, leaving his shoes by the door. He found you serving the food you had prepared. He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, leaving kisses along your neck before placing one on your cheek.

“Did you buy flowers today?” you heard your husband ask. You frowned and turned around to look at him. “Didn’t you send them?” Virgil shook his head. That’s when you understood why he hadn’t mentioned them at all.

You slipped out of his embrace and walked back over to the flowers. Maybe there had been a note hidden among them, and you simply hadn’t looked carefully. And indeed, there was a note tucked away, but it only said they were from a secret admirer.

“This is weird. Virgil, it really wasn’t you?” He stepped closer and shook his head. “I’m completely sure, my love.” But you could tell he was smiling as he buried his face in your neck, he was trying to hold a laugh. “It was you.” You gave him a gentle smack on the chest and smiled. Virgil couldn’t help but laugh before admitting defeat.

“I wanted to play a prank on you. Don’t be mad at me.”A pout formed on your lips, and he took the opportunity to kiss them. “You’re an idiot.” You said as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He knew exactly what you wanted and lifted you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist.“Well, then I’ll be your idiot.”

He started kissing your neck, devouring it. You hummed with a smile as you took off his shirt. Virgil took you to the bedroom and sat down on the bed. “Ride me, babe.” A moan escaped your lips as you undid his belt. His pants came off, and you lifted your skirt, moved your panties to the side, and introduced his cock into your cunt.

“Fuck, it’s too much,” you cried with a pout. He smirked, holding your hips to set the pace. Virgil helped you move by holding you by the waist. Your moans and his grunts became louder. You spent a long time riding him. He brought his thumb to your clitoris, and you felt like you were seeing stars. The pressure in your stomach grew stronger until you felt it suddenly disappear.

Virgil, meanwhile, was trying to cum. He kept the pace with your hips, and then you felt a hot liquid inside your pussy. “This was sooo good,” you said in a muffled voice.

You knew this was just the start of a long night…

Warnings: None. Kinda fluff.

WC: 573 words.

Summary: Martell reader nervous of what could happen with her fiancé.

Being betrothed without knowing who your future husband was had always been bad enough, but having to meet him only a few days before the wedding was worse. That was the situation the young Martell princess found herself in. Yet rather than sadness, all she felt was irritation.

The bronze skinned woman stood in her chambers, frustrated. Her nanny, the woman who had cared for her ever since she had been a child, was trying to tighten the beautiful pale blue corset around her waist. Her hair had already been styled, her stockings and shoes were perfect, only the dress remained. The heat in Sunspear felt ugly today, stronger than usual. She knew that House Targaryen had already arrived at the banquet. She felt confident enough until…

“Nanny, do you think he’ll like me?” the dark haired princess asked with a slight frown, turning toward the older woman.

“Princess, you are perfect. Believe me, if he does not find you beautiful, then he knows nothing about beauty,” the woman replied with a gentle smile, softly brushing her hand against the girl’s cheek.

The princess nodded, feeling reassured. She adjusted her hair one last time before leaving her chambers, accompanied by two guards. As she entered the banquet hall, her arrival was announced, and most of the presents quickly stood, showing respect. She smiled politely and walked toward the table, only to come face to face with her betrothed.

He was tall and lean, bearing all the unmistakable features of a Targaryen except for the missing eye. It was definitely Aemond Targaryen.

The prince stood and invited his futures wife to dance. She accepted his hand, and together they moved to the center of the hall. They began with a simple dance until one of them finally decided to speak.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, my prince,” the young woman said with a small smile. He hummed softly before replying, “I can say the same, Princess.”

Several minutes passed in silence as they danced until the music came to an end. They returned to their seats at the table, and as luck would have it, they had been seated together. They exchanged words throughout the night and even managed to make each other laugh. Their families had definitely made the right choice in arranging their engagement.

When the banquet ended, Aemond offered to escort the young Martell princess back to her chambers. She gladly accepted, and with their arms linked, they made their way through the corridors.

Once they reached her door, she decided to speak. “Aem- I mean, my prince… tonight was wonderful, and I’d love for us to get to know each other better.” He tilted his head slightly, amused. “You may call me Aemond. And if it is not too much to ask, I would like to suggest a walk through the gardens tomorrow.”

“Of course, that sounds good. Then… until tomorrow, I suppose.” Before closing the door, she leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss against the prince’s cheek. She gave him one final smile before disappearing into her room.

Aemond remained standing there for a few seconds, trying to process what had just happened. He thought about all the times he had claimed he would never fall in love. Yet his own words seemed to be weakening. Because a spark had been lit by the beautiful Martell princess and luckily for him, she was already his betrothed.

Ivar the Boneless

- Not yet.

Ragnar Lothbrok

- Not yet.

Bjorn Ironside

- Not yet.

Hvitserk

- Not yet.

Rollo

- Warnings: None

- WC: 343 words

- Summary: playing truth or dare has good consequences.

It was a lively midnight in São Paulo. Inside the club, everyone was dancing, laughing, and clearly a little too drunk. Raphael was in the VIP section with his friends, drinking beer and talking.

At the table next to theirs sat you and your friends. Everything was going well until someone suggested playing truth or dare. The rules were simple: nobody was allowed to pick truth two rounds in a row.

You were still laughing after your friend Sarah chose truth and got asked something stupid. Then it was your turn. Since you’d already used your truth chances, you had to choose dare. Andrea, your best friend, immediately gave you a challenge. “You have to go dance on the guys’ table next to us.”

You glanced over at their table and smiled before nodding.

You got up and walked over. Climbing onto the table, you let out a small laugh. “Sorry, I have to do this.” Raphael frowned slightly, trying to understand what was happening. The music was so loud that at times the table almost shook with the bass.

You looked around before inviting one of the guys to come up and dance with you. By pure coincidence, it happened to be the Barcelona’s star player. He raised his eyebrows, amused, but accepted and climbed up beside you.

When the song ended, you turned to face him and smiled. “What’s your name?” you asked, with curiosity in your eyes. “Raphael,” he replied with a small smile. “Nice meet you, Raphael.” You smiled back and stepped down from the table with his help.

You were about to walk away when the tattooed man gently stopped you by the arm. “Maybe you could give me your number… so we can keep getting to know each other?” You laughed and nodded, and of course, you gave it to him.

There’s no need to explain what happened after that…

Just a drabble I was thinking of. Hope you enjoy! 😭 Also, I would like you to like it or repost it🫶🏻🫶🏻

Dividers made up by: @suupersonic

Raphinha

- One Dance

Erling Haaland

- Not yet.

Jude Bellingham

- Not yet.

Jobe Bellingham

- Not yet.

Virgil Van Dijk

Aemond Targaryen

- Surprise Betrothed

Daemon Targaryen

- Not yet.

Gwayne Hightower

- Not yet.

Jacaerys Velaryon

- Not yet.

Aegon Targaryen