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thought--bubble · 2 months

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Things We Cannot Change

Dark Aemond X (Strong Niece Reader)

Warnings after the cut

Word Count: 1938

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Warnings:: Reader's hair is brown. That's the only descriptor due to the request received, Breeding kink, Targcest, Virginity Loss. Mental abuse, mentions of canon deaths.

On your knees.

A place you thought you would never be, but alas here you are. On your knees looking up at the cold, cruel face of your uncle.

Once a boy you played with, read with, considered a friend. Now, he holds the life of your youngest brother in his hands. The only member of your family you have left.

"I ask you, Aemond-" He interrupts you with a cruel chuckle.

"King Aemond, my dear"

You cringe at the title. The war that ravaged both of your families put him on that throne. The thought of all you had lost made you sick.

"I ask you, your grace, to please spare my brother and I. There are so few of valyrian blood left." You keep your head bowed, your knees aching against the cold stone beneath them.

The both of you go quiet, you could still smell your mothers burning flesh, hear her screams as she was scorched and eaten alive in front of your very eyes. All for nothing, you thought. Your entire family is dead for Aemond to be the one to ascend the throne.

Your mother had been executed immediately, no court, no trial, just a woman and a dragon. Aegon II had demanded that you be executed as well, but luckily for you, he did not survive the trip back to the capital. Thus, your younger brother and you had been delivered to Aemond as traitors.

Followers of the false queen is what Aegon II had called you. Worthy of a public execution.

"On that front, we can agree bastard" He places his fingers delicately under your chin and tilts your face up towards him.

"I fear that dragon riders may become a thing that history boasts about if we are not careful in our decisions." He rubs his thumb gently across your bottom lip.

"So you and I shall marry, to preserve the bloodline," you audibly gasp at the absurd statement. You were now a mere strong bastard not fit to be queen.

"B-but your grace, I have been stripped of all royal titles. Surely I am not worthy to marry the King"

"You are not." he says curtly."But, preserving our dragon blood is of higher importance than that of courtly titles." He removes his hand from your chin and steps back, clasping his hands behind his back.

"The choice is yours, dear niece. Marry me or face the blade. If not to breed you, I have no further use of you."

You gulp audibly as your eyes begin to well. "I shall serve my duty to the realm your grace."

The betrothal was announced to the realm with mixed reactions. Some houses understand the reasoning others are very upset that a bastard would be queen and not one of their highborn daughters.

All concerns fell upon deaf ears because Aemond knew what he wanted, and he wanted you. As king, he would have exactly what he wanted.

Your life changed very little after the announcement of the betrothal. You were given chambers instead of being in the dungeons, but you were not trusted.

You were escorted everywhere you went, and the incoming title of Queen did little to garner you any respect.

Everyone knew what you were. A vessel to breed valyrian blooded babies and nothing more.

What was worse was the embarrassment.

Aemond made sure to embarrass you at any opportunity. He would have you serve him at meal times instead of servants. Pull his bath for him. Even perform his ridiculous hair care routine. All of it meant to demean you.

You had hoped that after the wedding, he would stop this disgusting showcase and allow you at least a modicum of comfort, but even in that thought, you were mistaken.

After the two of you had been escorted to your marriage chambers and left alone, Aemond ordered you to pour his wine and stand in the corner. Once again, as if you were a servant and the treatment had finally become too much for you to bare.

"I'll take the sword," you say after moments of silence have fallen between you.

"Pardon?" Aemond lifts an eyebrow and looks up at you.

"I will take the sword, i do not wish to live this way for years and years." You stand with conviction. "I ask only that you spare Aegon so that he might have children in the future."

Aemond chuckles and sips his wine. "The offer has expired, dear wife. You are mine now, to toy with as I please."

"I was kind to you!" The words almost echo throughout the room. The connotation is clear.

"You were." He simply nods and continues to look into your eyes, no clear expression on his face.

"Then why do you treat me like this? Like a-" You search your mind for the words but come up empty.

"Like a traitor? Because you are a traitor. You knew the laws of the world in which you live. You did not at any time attempt to talk my dear sister out of war, did you?" He stands up from his chair and stalks towards you.

"My sister Helaena took her own life, my nephews murdered in the cruelest of fashions." His breath is heavy as he glares at you with his one eye. "You were complicit in their deaths. How should i treat you?"

"As if I lost nothing? You killed Luke. You weren't complicit in it. You did it with your own hand!" You can feel your rage bubbling up in your chest and try to suppress it to no avail.

"You killed Rhaenys and Daemon. There is far more dragon blood on your hands than mine. " You regret the words as soon as you say them, expecting his wrath to be swift and harsh.

He clicks his tongue and looks away from you. "That may be true, but there will not be anymore dragon blood spilled by me. Least of all yours."

He walks toward you but stops when he sees you backing away from him and sighs. "There are things we can not change. The war. The losses we suffered." He continues to advance on you but moves much more slowly.

"Although I believe I can change this, your fear of me."

"I am not afraid." You attempt to sound convincing, yet the shake to your voice gives you away.

"Let me try," He says gently as he gets close enough to cup your face. "This needn't be a marriage filled with fear and hate. We are all that is left of the house of the dragon. Let us rebuild, together"

Your heart cramps in your chest at his words and soft demeanor. This is the Aemond you remember. The boy who was always gentle with you, kind. Not the monster who murdered your brother and countless others in a ruthless pursuit for the throne.

"I have known fear. I do not wish to spend the remainder of my days being the cause of yours." He presses his forehead to yours and kisses the tip of your nose.

"Will you stop? The public shaming?" A tear trickles down your cheek at the thought of continuing to live in this manner. The abuses mounting, the shame unbearable.

"Yes. twill not happen again." He takes your face in his hands and lifts until your eyes meet. "This i swear."

He gently kisses your cheek where the tears have started to fall.

"We have all shed enough tears for a thousand lifetimes." He wipes a tear from your other cheek with his thumbs. "No more."

He pulls you close to his chest, gently swaying from side to side. "Shhh." He tries to comfort you as he strokes your hair.

He very softly brings his lips to yours and whispers. "Let me be more than the monster, I implore you."

You press your lips to him in desperation. Do you love him? No.

Will you ever truly trust or forgive him? Most likely not, but you want to feel something. Anything other than the dull ache that you have carried in your chest since the day Luke died.

If Aemond was aware of your true feelings, he did not let on. He reciprocated your neediness with hungry kisses of his own before lifting you and carrying you over to the bed chamber.

"I always wanted you to be my wife," He admits between kisses. "Always"

You choose not to respond, instead pulling at his clothes. He drops you down onto the bed and rucks up your skirts. Pulling your small clothes down quickly.

"Close your eyes," He whispers huskily, kissing up your inner thigh. You comply with his demands, closing your eyes and turning your mind off. Surrendering entirely to the physical sensations you are experiencing.

He brings his hand to your heat, pushing you open before bringing his tongue down upon you. The feeling is overwhelming at first, and you can't help but cry out.

He tightly grips your thigh as he nudges his nose against your clit, running his tongue along your tight entrance. Never before have you felt something like this and as if your body is controlled by an invisible force your hips buck up towards his face.

He chuckles and grips your hips, holding you in place. "Patience my love, patience" He circles your clit with his tongue, the gentle flicking driving you to near madness.

"Oh gods," you bite your bottom lip as an unfamiliar pressure builds up in your lower stomach. "Aemond!" You clench at the bedsheets beneath you, the breath tight in your lungs as a searing fire moves throughout your entire being.

"Gods!" You arch your back as the feeling hits a peak before dropping back on the bed, your breath coming out in short huffs.

Aemond chuckles as he removes his breeches his hard cock slapping against his stomach. "Im going to fill you with my babes and everything will be better."

He moves on top of you prodding your entrance with the tip of his cock. "Hold onto me, this may hurt for just a moment" He warns, gentleness in his voice.

You head his warning, wrapping your hands around his back, as he begins to push into you, the stretch painful, not excruciatingly so but shocking nonetheless.

"eeeek," you can't help the slight screech that escapes your throat.

"Shhhh, it is alright." He comforts while he continues pushing into you until his hips meet yours.

"Are you alright?" He asks, his breathing labored.

You are ok. The pain, the fullness. It is something, and after so long of feeling nothing, the something, even if it is pain, is relieving.

He thrusts his hips against you, steadily increasing his pace. "You will be with child soon. We will be happy then, " He huffs.

You close your eyes and hold his head to you as he buries his face in your neck gently kissing at the sensitive skin there, and for the first time since the war began you feel calm.

His grip on you tightens as he buries himself to the hilt in you again. "We will be happy. we will" he grunts into your ear as the pressure once again builds up in your lower stomach.

As the two of you reach your peaks together, trembling and smiling you allow yourself to believe.

Even if just for a moment. That he is right. He is telling the truth.

That even after so much death and loss, the house of the dragon can stand tall and be happy once again.

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antigonenikk · 11 days

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Feyd Rautha & Baron Harkonnen- ME AND THE DEVIL

#listen i cant keep working on this #its done now lmaooo #its NOT good ok #but i didnt have a lot of footage to work with feyd is like barely in the movie #baron harkonnen #feyd rautha #please im begging you do not come for the subtitle font i had no options i stg they all sucked i made the best of the situation at hand!!!!#dune 2 #dune #feyd rautha harkonnen #austin butler #feydbaron #i love my war criminal bf may his uncle rot eternally for his crimes </3 #stellan skarsgard #cant forget to tag the legend himself

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jacenbren · 1 year

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I am. so sorry

#trigun #trigun maximum #legato bluesummers #millions knives #knives x legato #millionsummers #trigun stampede #trigun 98 #my favorite murderous alien war criminal and his bootlicking psychic bf #legknives

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aldasart · 11 months

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Is there a favorite moment you've had in D&D that you wanna share?

!!!! SO MANY TBH

Vrey's campaign went on a while and had so many amazing moments, too many to count, so I'll go with the murderkids;

So it's a battle royale and only one person can live. Everyone is fighting to survive, there's a gun involved, Simon & Gale (the boyfriends basically) are having a Moment.

P2 (a player character, very goofy UNTIL NOW) has just lost his best friends and is in a State. Walks in with a *nail gun*, obliterates Renee, kills Gale I think, basically TPKs it! Goofball joke character wins the game!

For being the winner, he gets One Wish, anything he wants. He managed to get the ONLY possible good ending, where he brings everyone back and un-crazies Jazmine. He's the ONLY character that would have taken the selfless choice and let everyone win, and he did it after killing like half the cast! it was SUCH a moment. Thanks to that I wanna do another one shot with the same cast!

#TY FOR ASKING I feel silly writing it down but it's high time I get over myself and my shames #It's not technically d&d but you know #There's also that time vrey saved her war criminal bf ... and the time she died AGAIN ...#And Ca coincidentally conveniently worming their way into their cheetah boybestfriends heart ...#Ok sorry I'm done gushing for now THANKS AGAIN

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pinkmirth · 1 year

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I’ve yet to find anyone on this app who wants this man the way I do:

#jin kazama 🥹#aka my war criminal bf <3 #he has the perfect biceps for a chokehold #just sayin #is there ANYBOY AT ALL #* ANYBODY I MEAN…#pls there’s hardly any content for him here 😭#I just wanna read fluffsmut abt my baby #guess imma have to do it myself…#— harmoni rambles #— (.jin)#— (tekken!)

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cqcandchill · 11 months

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he looks so fucking good i’m so angry. they’re sending me to naked snake horny jail. yeah it’s gonna be a life sentence

#that's my war criminal baby boy bf <333

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astonmartinii · 9 months

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you and me got a whole lotta history | charles leclerc social media au

pairing: charles leclerc x historian!reader

y/n is a historian and it’s not her fault her bf’s job takes him all around the world…

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location: melbourne 📍

yourusername: so it’s the australian grand prix and i’ve spent the start of the week exploring this old city. one of my stops was the historic old melbourne gaol. this now museum was once a prison that housed some of the most feared criminals in australian history. constructed in 1839, the old melbourne gaol saw 133 hanged for their crimes between 1845 and 1924. it was briefly used during world war two but ceased operation as a prison in 1924 and was renovated to be part of the RMIT university and the museum it is today. a definite must if you’re visiting melbourne !!

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user1: my fave part of the race week is y/n’s museum recommendations tbf

user2: i can vision charles being dragged around this place hating his life

charles_leclerc: the things we do for love

yourusername: you said you enjoyed it :(

charles_leclerc: I DID

user2: oops

yourusername: i’ll leave you at the hotel next time

charles_leclerc: it was scary but i enjoyed it because i was with you

yourusername: okay that’s better

danielricciardo: so my farm isn’t good enough for you

yourusername: noooooo danny i thought we were going after the race?

danielricciardo: oof my bad

user3: petition for there to be a teds notebook but it’s y/n giving us a historical guide to the city the race is in

f1: we’re listening @skysportsf1

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charles_leclerc: tough race in melbourne but a beautiful city regardless

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user4: HE served, we don’t talk about the race

yourusername: i don’t mean to say i told you so but i did say our day trip would be the best part

user5: girl you’re gonna get banned from the ferrari garage

yourusername: they deserve far worse than what i’m saying let’s be real

user5: true

user6: i love how charles didn’t reply ferrari has his ass ON LOCK

carlossainz55: we'll come back stronger

danielricciardo: we can all commiserate at my farm bro

charles_leclerc: your farm better be as good as you're saying now

danielricciardo: nervously awaiting the y/n review

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location: miami 📍

yourusername: though miami may be known for it's partying (it's all about the U), charles and i took our monday to take a stroll around st bernard de clairvaux church, one of miami's hidden gems. the church was originally built in spain all the way back in 1141 to the style of cistercian romanesque architecture for alfonso vii. the monastry's cloister was illegally purchased by american william randolph hearst in 1926 and in order for the church to be transported it was dismantled to 11,000 pieces and sent to the us where it was rebuilt and still stands to this day.

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user7: i'm never gonna be able to afford to go to miami so why did i read this whole thing like i'll visit some day?

yourusername: history is important and interesting, always good to read even if you never visit !!

user8: she's like the older sister i never had

user9: did charles enjoy this one more?

yourusername: "at least i'll get a tan here"

charles_leclerc: i feel like anyone who reads about me in your comments will think i'm an asshole, i have fun every time i just don't understand most of it

yourusername: i know you have fun baby (and i love you for driving us to all of these places)

user10: have you considered our super historic frat house this saturday night?

user11: imagine thinking you have a chance when her literal boyf is CHARLES LECLERC

user10: every goal has a goalkeeper doesn't mean you can't score

charles_leclerc: i will run you over

user12: omg ferrari's pr is quaking

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yourusername: it is my biggest honour to announce my position as a history lecturer here at oxford!! i always dreamed of studying here and to get to pass on my knowledge to those looking to follow in my footsteps is a huge pleasure and responsibility.

p.s. no worries, it is not full time so race week explorations will continue.

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user13: so it was true :(((((( wait i just read the whole post my bad

user14: so i guess i now need to turn my Cs into As if i wanna attend a y/n lecture

charles_leclerc: unbelievably proud of you my love - don't miss me too much

yourusername: you sure i can't persuade you to move to england with me :(

charles_leclerc: i'll be there as much as i can be but monaco is still our home

yourusername: always

landonorris: proud of you smarty pants

yourusername: thank you landito

landonorris: so you'll now root for the brits?

charles_leclerc: over my dead body

yourusername: what charlie said

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc: super happy for another win for the season but we keep pushing for the real prize at the end of the season - thank you for your continued support tifosi and my love y/n who stayed up all the way in oxford ❤️

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user20: i don't wanna jinx it but like the season is going well

user21: too well....

yourusername: winning looks good on you

charles_leclerc: you look better on me

pierregasly: oh god you've been apart for a triple header and now you're being horny on main

yourusername: says mr. doggy emoji

pierregasly: touche

user22: so charles can mathematically win in either austin or brazil FUCK THEM KIDS I NEED Y/N AT THESE RACES

user23: if she's not there for charles wdc i am personally going to have a sleepover on the train tracks

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yourusername: the autodromo jose carlos pace is the crown jewel of the interlagos neighbourhood. the circuit opened 83 years ago and has hosted the f1 since 1972. the circuit was originally meant to be a housing area but due to the 1929 stock market crash the owners decided to construct a racing track instead. interlagos is often a season decider with fernando alonso winning both his 2005 and 2006 titles here, kimi raikkonen winning the 2007 championship here, lewis hamilton won the 2008 championship here, jenson button clinched the 2009 title here and CHARLES LECLERC WON HIS FIRST TITLE HERE IN INTERLAGOS FOR THE 2023 SEASON

on a real note i am so proud of you charles, i have seen the sacrifices you have made and the unbelievable amount of effort you pour into every facet of your racing NO ONE deserves this more than you. i am so grateful to have shared this moment with you, here's to many more xxx

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user26: i am unwell this is so fucking cute

user27: bro this is so fucking crazy

charles_leclerc: couldn't have done it without you, so glad you could be there for me xx

yourusername: always charlie xx

yourstudent: miss y/n you can cancel all of our lectures if charles wins the championship again FORZA FERRARI

charles_leclerc: the people have spoken

user28: insane butterfly effect of the wall street crash to charles leclerc 2023 wdc

user29: they make me believe in love

note: this was super random but popped into my head while at work and i knew i had to write it !! hope you enjoyed xx

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 instagram au #f1 x you #f1 #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc instagram edit #charles leclerc instagram au #charles leclerc x you

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girlcatilina · 8 months

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the one thing i need most on this earth is a late roman republic highschool au. mark antony wearing his cheer uniform to class. cicero writing a burn book in gel pen. cato rats on people vaping in the bathrooms. massive sweater vest wearing nerd octavian and his giga-chad jock bf agrippa. all my fave tyrannical war criminals in hell on earth <333

#just roman memes #cicero #tagamemnon #ancient rome #ancient history #roman memes #roman empire #octavian #marcus agrippa #mark antony #cato the younger #queueusque tandem abutere catilina patientia nostra #roman republic #classical studies #classical mythology

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ilovefictionalmen-123 · 8 months

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hiii sorry if this is weird but can i request könig comfort snuggles with his s/o who is VERY physically unwell and kinda bummed about it. like not dying but they definitely feel like they are

this is kinda specific im sorry but my heart health is rapidly declining and i could rlly use a hug from a 6’10 austrian war criminal bf right about now 😎🤘❤️‍🩹

im on it <3

KÖNIG X READER

He's so, so worried about you.

Makes sure you're feeling okay all the damn time.

You want cuddles? Of course.

He lets you lie on his broad chest, putting your head over his heart.

His big hands brush through your hair, gently untangling it.

Always assuring you you're gonna be okay and that he's there for you.

You've got a doctor appointment? He's gonna drive you there, anxiously waiting for you.

Always makes sure you get enough rest,

#x reader #call of duty x reader #konig cod #konig x reader #könig x reader #könig

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lala1267 · 9 months

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Cocaine Candy

Summary: A young girl named Candice (candy for short) has a criminal lifestyle all thanks to her gangster bf, drugs, alcohol, you name it. Her mother, Kathy, sings for Elvis Presley. Ever since Candy was 8, she has known him, but as the years flew by and her behaviour worsened, Elvis noticed. He couldn't let this happen.

Warnings: drugs, mentions of guns, doing illegal stuff at a young age. Age gap between Elvis and Candy.

Sweet like candy and sour like toxic waste. Her toffee coulered hair and her emerald green eyes. Candice, she was. But she was known as "candy." She was a good girl. She had a healthy household and a good mentality. She was a kind eight year old girl who would never break any rules. She was a daisy fresh girl that would parade around in pink summer dresses as her caramel hair was decorated with pearl white bows. She would send a bright light into her mother's eyes as she would dance and sing around the house. Her purity was precious, and her softeness was fragile. Whoever was in her presence would feel her heavenly energy radiating from her golden heart like a force field. She would sit in the garden, buried in the floral flowers and thick grass. She would return to her house after a day of playing with the neighbourhood kids. She would smell like the fresh summer air, and her hair would be messy like medusas. Her mother would have to spend a good half an hour every night, picking little flowers and twigs out of her hair.

Her mother, Kathy, was one of the background singers for Elvis Presley. She was known for her high-pitched singing. This meant that candice would often see and stay with Elvis if her mother was busy. They would have Christmas dinners every year and bbq's every summer. She would spend nights at Graceland with Elvis's daughter, Lisa. They would play together every day. Lisa was five years younger than her, but that didn't stop their friendship. If only she stayed little forever.

Candy's innocence was preascious, but she would soon unfold the hidden and dark truths of the outside world. It was only a matter of time.

Candy was now fifteenteen. Her life was great, she was still pure and happy.

She walked in the school corridor. Her black school shoes clicking against the shiny floor as she held her books over her chest. She was very pretty, but she remained in the shadows. She stopped once she got to her locker. Her fingers fiddled and twisted the lock until it clicked and opened. She placed her books neatly in her locker before shutting it.

She was startled when she felt a large hand lay on her shoulder. Her body turned, and so did her head. To her suprise, she was met with Miles. He was one of the most handsome guys in the school. He was seventeen. He was dark-skinned. He had dreads that hung over his forehead, and his body was inked out with tattoos. He was a gangster. He was in a gang, a pretty famous one. He was a Blood. His gang had been having a war with The Crips for the longest time. It wasn't unusual to hear occasional gunshots coming from Miles's housing estate. He always carried a gun with him, so it was no suprise that Candy could see a huge bulge just above his belt line.

She felt her face heat up as she looked at his figure. She had always liked him, but this was the first time that she had spoken to him or even been this close to him. His dark brown eyes shot her down as an alluring grin plastered over his face. His cheeks dimpled at the sight of her.

"Well hey lil mama."

He said with his deep raspy voice. Candy tried her best to regurgitate a word from her cherry red lips but her body kept on denying her. He looked at her up and down with the same grin.

"You don't talk much. Don't worry, imma make you scream my name tonight, I'm throwing a party. You better not miss it."

He said as his eyes turned dark and menacing. He placed a peice of white paper in Candy's hand with the info for the party scribbled onto it. He walked away and disappeared with his group of gangster friends. Candy was just left gobsmacked as her bambi eyes stared at the note in her hands in awe.

The evening

Candy was standing infront of her mirror, holding up two party dresses that she had found. One of them was a bright tropical orange that was studded with shiny fake diamonds. It was quite short in length but it was pretty. The second one was a baby blue that had white glittery trims. It was thrilly at the bottom and almost childlike. She turned around and threw the blue dress on her bed before getting changed into the orange one.

She looked at her reflection with a smile on her face. It hugged her figure perfectly. It tucked in her baby fat and exentuated her pre-mature hips. It travelled to the middle of her thighs, making her sun-kissed legs more prominent and sexy. She sat down in front of her vanity before doing her hair and makeup. She went for a classic 60s double winged eyeliner with pastel orange eyeshadow. Her hair was in a beautiful blowout, making her look godly. She began to pack some things in a small handbag that she had 'borrowed' from her mother. She put some spare makeup into the bag and some other random things. She looked into her reflection one more time. She knew that her mother wouldn't let her go to the party, especially dressed like this at her young age. But that's why she wasn't going to tell her.

After successfully sneaking out and arriving at the party, she walked up to the entrance. It was a house, bright neon lights shot out of the windows and music blared. She walked in, and her eyes widened. Many teens from her school were there. Some of which were aggressively grinding on eachover. Ew. She pushed and shoved past the hundreds of intoxicated people as she pulled a face. She soon saw Miles, he saw her too. His tall figure made its way towards her until he was towering over her. He was wearing blue jeans that were kept in place with his designer belt . His plane white t-shirt added to his handsomeness. Without warning, he bent his head down until his alchohol drenched lips met with her pretty red ones. Her eyes widened, but she didn't pull away. The smell of his cologne and the taste of the alchohol only made her want more. He pulled away and looked at her pretty pink cheeks as his hand was kept secure on her small waist. Candy looked up at him with a gleam in her eye. Pink love hearts fluttered around him in her vision.

"Glad you made it, I was boutta go out lookin' for you."

He said before taking a puff of his hydroponic weed. Candy smiled at him before her wandering eyes watched him blow a cloud of smoke from his plush lips. It smelt very earthy yet strong. He looked at her as a smile formed on his lips. He stook his hand out, holding the spliff, waving it in her face.

"You want some?"

He asked. Candy looked at it and then back up at him.

"Oh, uh."

"I'll take that as a yes."

He said before shoving it between her lips and watching her inhale it. It left a slight burn as the smoke travelled through her throat and spread across her lungs. She breathed it out smoothly. Suddenly, she felt her tense muscles loosen and her crossed arms unfold. She smiled at him, her eyelids dropping ever so slightly. Miles looked down at her with a grin.

The night unfolded, and so did Candy. Her layers pealed off like pretty fragile petals. She sat on Miles's lap on a sofa, away from the other drunkards. She was smiling and laughing, talking and giggling. The neon lights felt like epileptic as the music sounded like white noise. She could feel her blood rushing and her heart beating as she chatted with Miles. His hands stroked her thigh as she threw herself over him like a ragdoll. Her lipstick was smeared, and her eyes were bloodshot. It was truly a euphoric feeling as the weed dripped into her brain gradually. This was the day when she knew that Miles was the one, her one.

She stumbled into her house, barley retaining her balance as she did so. She kicked off her heels. Her bloodshot eyes scanned the house before she stumbled to the stairs. She was on all fours as she tried to climb the stairs, which seemed like Mount Everest to her. She finally made it to her room and threw her body onto the bed as she turned numb. Her eyelids drifted shut as her body powered off. All of the neon lights, music, kissing. It was all gone. Everything was black.

From that day forward, she would go out every night and become one with the druggies and drunkards. She would run away until the dark night with Miles. She wouldn't go one weekend without plastering her ass all over miles as her intoxicated brain shut down. She would give men butterflies as she batted her cartoon eyes. They would smoke, drink, and steal. She was scandalous and evil. She would look for trouble and get high for free, street walk at night and a star by the day. Candy had turned into a monster, all thanks to Miles.

Candy walked to school with Miles, of course. She hugged his waist as his had slung over her shoulders. She looked down at the gun that was tucked into his belt. Her eyes shifted back up to him.

"I like how ya carry that gun, its sexy."

She said with a cheeky grin. He looked down at her with the same grin.

"I need it. Anyone could shoot me right now, I gotta be ready."

The thought of him getting shot and dying never really occurred to Candy. It was always overshadowed by her love for him. On occasions, he would have to dress himself in all black and grab his gun before leaving a party. He would say,

"It's just business that I need to fix."

Candy knew what he was doing. She just pretended not to hear the gunshots that echoed through the cold, damp streets.

She looked at him.

"Well, let's hope they don't shoot ya-"

She said before she was interrupted by a car honking. Both of their eyes shifted to the expensive cadillac. Candy's eyes scanned the inside of the car. The window rolled down to reveal Elvis. He was dressed rich as always, and he was wearing his signature sunny's.

"Get in this car, Candice."

He said sternly. Candy looked at him through her furrowed brows.

"I'm clearly busy. Sorry."

She said with a slight sass in her tone. Miles and Candy carried on walking until they were stopped again.

"Candice, I said get in car, now."

Elvis said, slightly raising his voice.

"Ok, gosh."

Candy said as she rolled her eyes. She got on her tiptoes and placed a sweet kiss on Miles's lips before getting in the car. Elvis began to drive at a fast speed.

"So are you gonna tell me why I'm in your car, or what."

She said. Elvis looked at her before shifting his eyes back to the road.

"We need a little talk at my place."

He said. His voice was hauntingly raspy. She decided to shut her mouth as she could see his fury building.

She walked into Graceland as Elvis followed. It was amazing as usual. The diamond chandler and the pure white carpet gave life to the house. Elvis escorted her over to the living room. He pointed his finger towards the sofa, urging her to sit. She did just that.

Elvis pulled a stool out and sat directly in front of her. His eyes shot her down as she was left confused and a little intimidated.

"Ok, so."

Elvis said. Her bambi eyes stared at him in curiosity as she sat put on the comfy sofa that wasn't so comfy under Elvis' glare.

"I need to talk to you about your behaviour these last few months."

Her brows furrowed as she looked at him through her eyelashes.

"You've started to become one of those naughty kids. It ain't a good look, doll."

She looked at him and pulled a face before crossing her arms.

"Don't be like that, you know I'm right. You've been doing some bad things, don't think I don't know. I see you with that gangster boyfriend of yours smoking. He's a bad influence on ya, doll."

Elvis said as his head moved from side to side in disapproval. She looked at him, her jaw wide, and her feelings offended.

"My boyfriend is not a bad influence!"

She snapped like venom.

"He is. Ever since you met him, you've been drugged up or doing some stupid shit with him. It's not healthy."

She swallowed harshly at his words. Her crossed arms relaxed as her brows downturned. Her fingers entwined with eachover, like a knot.

"He is a good guy. He just likes to have fun."

She said quietly as she broke eyecontact. Elvis leaned forward, his eyes scanning every small detail of her face.

"It won't be very fun to see him shoot someone with that damn gun that he carries. He's in a gang goddammit! You ain't safe with him, sweetheart."

Elvis said harshly. His breath hit her face.

"He loves me, and I love him. That's all that matters."

She said as her eyes looked into his. Elvis' head shook once more as he kissed his tongue.

"I'm just trying to help you. Your mother is worried about you, and quite frankly, I am too."

Elvis said softly. His tone was much more relaxed. She looked up at him, her words ripped from her voice box. She didn't say anything. She knew that he was right. She couldn't fight the truth.

"I want you to stop seeing him."

Her heart shattered like glass as her veins burst, making an opening in her little grey heart.

"No! You ain't my momma!"

"Your momma is the one that wanted me to say this to you. Listen, if you don't leave him... then you're coming to live with me. That's final. Don't even try to argue because your momma has agreed to this."

She was too stunned to speak. A single tear rolled from her doll eyes and down her soft cheek. She looked at him in disbelief before standing up and leaving. The door slammed, and Elvis was left in the empty house. No noise, no people, just him. He stared at the spot that She had previously been sat in. He felt bad for her, but how else was she gonna change her ways.

The following school day

Candy walked hand in hand with Miles. Making sure not to let him go. Miles kissed her forehead as they walked. She looked up at him with a shimmer in her big eyes. Her eyelashes batted as she admired her boy, her gangster. He smelt of weed and alchohol, but that was the smell of love. She loved him, and no one was going to come between that, not even Elvis. She loved him with every inch of her cocaine heart. She loved his white powder lines and his collar greens. She loved his money and his gifts. She loved his AK-47s and his pistols. She loved him. They walked out of the school as the bell rang. She was following him like a lost puppy, as usual. She was like his shadow. He gripped her hand tightly as they walked along the sidewalk. A big smile was plastered on her delicate face. That same smile that lightened the sky up when she was a little girl. She looked up at him before placing a candy sweet kiss on his cheek that had a teardrop tattooed onto it. He looked down at her, his head bent down towards her face.

They were both suddenly interrupted by a loud car engine, moving dangerously close to them. Their heads turned to face the Cadillac. Candy's eyes looked the driver in the eyes. It was Elvis. She rolled her doll eyes and crossed her arms as she watched him get out of the car in a fit of rage. He looked scary. His fists were clenched, and his teeth were grinded. Miles looked him up and down before chuckling.

"Get in this goddamn car. Now."

He grunted as he took a step closer. She looked at him before looking up at Miles.

"No!"

She said as she stepped closer to Miles. Miles looked at Elvis before letting a laugh escape his mouth.

"Calm down, old man. You ain't gonna talk to my girl like that."

He said. His laugh was overshadowed by his anger that was slowly building up. Nobody was going to talk to his baby like that, not even Elvis Presley. Elvis scoffed before grabbing Candy's arm tightly. His grip was harsh, almost bruising. He dragged her towards the open car door. Miles looked at him in shock before reaching for his gun that was hidden in the waistband of his pants. But it was too late. Elvis had already shoved her in the car and sped off. Miles looked at the car as it drove into the distance. He felt a piece of his heart plummet into the depths of his soul. He let out a sigh as he stood there alone.

Meanwhile, in the car, Elvis was raging at Candy. His loud menacing voice was almost deafening.

"I told you that you aren't allowed to see that fucker again!"

His voice echoed around the car.

"You can't just stop me from seeing my boyfriend!"

She shouted back as tears escaped her glassy eyes. The salt water glistened on her cheeks, illuminating her face in the hot sun rays. His large hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. Long veins coursed through his hands.

"Well, you know what's gonna happen now."

He said through his American white teethe. She looked up at him, her brows furrowed and her lip pouted.

"You can't just make me live with you. You can't just take me away from my family!"

She shouted.

"Oh yes, I can. Don't you know, your family are the ones that agreed to this. I'll teach ya a goddamn lesson."

She looked at him with her puppy eyes as warm salt water fell from them. Elvis always cared about Candy. He always had a soft spot for her. But she needed to be taught a lesson, and Elvis was the right person to punish her.

Graceland

Elvis gripped her arm harshly as he practically dragged her into the house since she was refusing. He let go of her once he closed the door. He threw his keys on the table and walked into the living room. He turned the television on and placed his jacket on the sofa. Candy stood there and looked at him curiously. He turned around to her, and his gaze softened. He slowly walked over to her before wrapping her in a big hug. His cologne lingered in her nose as his delicate touch softened her core.

"Aww, im sorry, baby. But you know that I have to keep you here, it's a request from your parents. Don't be upset."

He pulled away slightly to look down at her. His fingers ran through her soft, feathery hair as a soft smile played on his face. He leaned down and placed a kiss onto her forehead. Leaving behind his love. He held her hand softly before leading her upstairs.

"Come on baby, let's get you to your new room."

He said before opening the door to one of the guestrooms. He stepped inside with her. She looked around in awe. It was so pretty. It was painted pink and lined with dove white. It was girly and meant for a queen, like her. It was almost as if he had this room just for her. She walked over to the bed and sat herself down. She looked up at Elvis, who had a fatherly smile on his face. He sat next to her and draped his arm over her shoulder. He looked deeply into her eyes.

"Look, I know you will miss ya boyfriend, but you're gonna have to get used to it. You ain't gonna be seeing him again."

He said sweetly. She looked into his eyes. A look of sadness washed over her face like a tidal wave. Elvis' finger carresed her cheek softly and tilted her chin up towards him. His touch was heavenly, and his love was unearthly.

"Don't be sad, baby, I'll take good care of ya. I promise."

He said as the pad of his thumb played with her lips. She looked at him, and her eyes scanned his face.

"You're safe with me. Trust me."

He said before he got up. He tucked a hair behind her ear and placed a kiss on her forehead. He smiled sweetly before leaving the room. She watched him leave, and a smile cascaded her face slightly as some of her sadness washed away.

The next morning

Candy's eyes dwindled open as the sunrays played in her luscious hair. A warm summer breeze blew over her face, sending cherry blossoms through her veins. Elvis sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at her with a smile. He was in a silk robe that let just the right amount of chest hair escape. His jet-black hair was messy.

"Good morning, doll."

He said. His morning voice was croaky and deep.

"Good morning, Elvis."

Candy said back before she yawned and stretched. She was so cute. Her hair was tangled, and her cheeks were puffy and pink. Elvis smiled.

"What would you like for breakfast?"

He inquired as his fingers played with her hair. She looked up at him with her glistening eyes.

"Can I have some cereal?"

She asked politely.

"Of course, baby."

He said before standing up. He walked over to the door and stopped in the doorway. He turned around to look at the sleeping beauty.

"I'll call you when it's ready."

He said before his shadow disappeared. Candy looked at the empty door way with her wandering eyes.

She sat in the dining room. She ate the rainbow cereal in silence. Elvis sat across from her and ate a pb&j sandwich. His eyes looked at her. She was so pretty in this state. Sun shining on her sun-kissed skin, pearly beady eyes, fresh and clean. She was like a dream.

"Is it good?"

Elvis asked.

"Mhm, very."

Candy said as she continued to eat. Elvis smiled slightly. He watched Candy finish the cereal. He stood up and picked her bowl up. He looked at her before bending down to her and wiping her milk moustache off with his hand. She giggled as he did this. He chuckled before walking over to the sink and placing the bowl in it. He turned back around to look at her.

"I want ya to go get changed. I brought you some dresses since you are staying with me. I wanna see how ya look in em."

He said.

"Ok."

She skipped up the stairs and into her room. She rummaged through the closet and pulled out a short white summer dress. She put it on. It perfectly exentuated her tanned legs and hugged her small waist. She went back downstairs to Elvis. He looked at her before a smile played on his face. His eyes wandered over her body before he commented.

"Ya look so pretty. My, my."

He said as he scanned the dress. Candy smiled slightly. Elvis was always close to her, but something about him just made him husband material to her.

"Thanks"

Candy said as she felt her soft cheeks heat up. Her fingers played with the soft thrilly ends of her dress. Elvis walked over to her until he was just inches away. His big hands found themselves around her waist, slowly wandering down to her hips. His alluring eyes looked down into her pretty beady ones. Candy's heart began to race.

"I don't want ya to ever think about that Miles guy, ya have me."

Elvis said in a raspy, low tone as his hands rubbed circles into her waist. She looked up at him and nodded in agreement. Elvis' face slowly inched closer to hers, almost as if he was going to kiss her. That's exactly what he did. His soft lips met with hers. Candy's heartbeat slowed as the world around her went silent. She felt as if time had stopped, and it was just her and Elvis in the world. Elvis' hands moved up to her face, gently cupping it as their tongues danced around eachover. She felt her eyes drift shut as they carried on. The summer breeze blew through the window and blew their hair back. The floating orbs around them became visible in the sunrays. Candy's hands moved to Elvis' neck, and she played with his black hair tactfully as they kissed. The birds sang a sweet melody, the war in Candy's mind ended, and the knot in her stomach undid itself. She kissed him until she saw stars in her eyes. He kissed her until his lips beckoned to be let go.

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Aemond (Dark Canon Era) X (Arryn Wife Reader)

Warnings after the cut

Word Count: 2532

Aemond (Canon Era Masterlist)

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Based on THIS request

Warnings:: Misogyny, Dub con heavy on the Dub.

You had actually thought it a perfect match. When you had heard you were to marry the prince.

Prince Aemond was smart, handsome, and loyal, all the things you thought would make a wonderful husband, and he was a wonderful husband. He was not incredibly warm, but he was kind enough. Treated you well, and in this world, a husband that treated you well was, in fact, a wonderful husband.

You were grateful for the match and the connection to the royal family. You were proud to be part of the royal family, especially at this juncture. Knowing you will be a Targaryen during the rule of the first sovereign queen of the 7 kingdoms made you feel like you were a part of the future. A part of a new order. Where women would be seen as leaders and figure heads instead of simple broodmares.

That was the belief anyway.

Until the day that your illusions came crashing down around you, like shards of glass from broken mirrors, hitting the floor and bouncing back up, nicking your skin in a thousand small cuts.

You were shocked when your maids didn't show up in the morning to help you dress. It was very peculiar. Your maids had come from the vale with you. They knew your schedule like they knew their own, and they were never late.

With concern, you move to open the door to your chambers to ask someone to send for your maids. You couldn't wait any longer. The fact that they hadn't turned up meant that something was out of sorts.

Your shock nearly doubled as you found that your door wouldn't open. You pushed and pushed, screamed, and yelled pounded on the door. To no avail. You could feel the stress and panic work its way into every inch of your body. Something was very, very wrong, and your mind began to race with possibilities.

Was the castle being raided? Were you under attack? The king has been so weak for so long. Had someone finally decided to take this opportunity and bring down the house of the dragon? You instincually bring your hand to your stomach. You had missed your moon blood recently. It was still too early to be sure, but you felt like you knew there was a little prince or princess growing in there, and it was your duty to keep them safe.

You waited hours, pacing before the hearth, retunrinf to the door again, attempting to open it or scream loud enough for someone to hear you. You had even begun to cotemplate a way to escape out the window just before the door finally opened and your husband walked in.

"Aemond!" You ran to his arms and checked him over for signs of injury. "Are we under attack?" Your eyes scan his chiseled figures and the pale skin of his neck. There are no injuries to be seen. There are no signs of battle.

"Dear wife, King Viserys has died." He states matter of factly. As much as this would shock the average person. You were not surprised by the indifference your husband displayed at the mention of his father's death. You had learned pretty early on that there was no love lost between the two.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Lord husband." You shift uneasily from foot to foot trying to surmise in your head why the death of the King would leave you locked in your room. "Was it an assassination? Are we in danger?" The only thing you could think of was that Aemond was trying to keep you safe as they once again secured the castle.

Aemond chuckles. "An assassination? Who would waste gold paying an assassin to kill a walking corpse? No, thankfully, the stranger finally came and took him."

"I just assumed," You started. Niw even more confused.

Aemond quickly grips your chin. "I know, this is complicated for you," he coos in a condescending tone.

You pull back from his grasp, irritated at his tone. "No, it is not. What is confusing is why I was locked in my chambers all morning. No chamber maids and no information! If we were not under attack and the king died peacefully in his sleep, then why was I locked in my chambers?"

Aemond clicks his tongue and looks down at you with his one eye. "Preparations had to be made"

You squint your eyes at him. Thisnanswer did not cure your confusion. "So.... I had to be locked in my rooms so you could prepare a funeral?" Your mind was awash with confusion.

"No. We had to prepare the coronation." You stop cold and close your eyes. You had heard the hushed whispers, and the fact that Rhanyera had visited only once the entire time you were married to Aemond had given some weight to those whispers. Yet you didn't want to believe it.

"Rhanyera's coronation?" You ask the question, although you already know the answer. You always wondered if they were going to fight over the throne once the time came, yet you never imagined they would simply snatch it.

Aemond pinches the bridge of his nose clearly annoyed. "No, dear wife. The rightful King has been coronated this day"

"The rightful king? You mean the usurper!" You feel the heat rise to your cheeks. This was wrong. You knew that he knew this was wrong. The king had been quite clear with his intention of passing his throne to Rhanyera.

"My dear kind father had a change of heart on his deathbed." He spits back at you, his words laced with venom.

You scoff and shake your head. The thought that the king would simply change his mind at the last moment was an absurdity. How could the hightowers possibly think that anyone in the realm would believe it?

" You know what it is that your father truly wanted, Aemond! You are a man of honor and duty!" You push against his chest, and he quickly wraps his large cold hands tightly around your wrists.

Aemond looks at you with a smirk on his face, fueling your rage. "My father was a terrible father and an even worse king. He was weak and stupid. Blind to the reality of the situation."

You feel a tightening in your chest as your rage bubbles up. "Oh? And what's that? What's the reality of the situation?"

"The reality is that Rhanyera is a whore, and a liar and is not fit to rule" Aemond grips your wrists tighter beckoning you to challenge him further.

"That is your kin!" You shout in horror at the words he is using to describe his own sister.

"That bitch and her brood of bastards are no kin of mine!" He pushes you back hands still tightly clamped around your wrists.

"Aemond! That's - "

He cuts you off with a snarl pushing you further into the bedchamber.

"You would do well to mind your tone when you speak to me."

"Aemond, stop!" You try to pry your wrists from his grip as he continues to push you back more forcefully. Your feet move quickly in an attempt to keep up with his pace.

When he gets you to the bed, he shoves you down hard upon it.

"You should spend less time worrying about who sits the iron throne and more time on your back as is your place"

He places his knee between your legs pushing them apart.

"Is this how you would want your mother to be treated? Heleana?" You know how much his mother and sister mean to him. How could he think of women this way and still love them so?

"My mother bore the king three sons. My sister bore Aegon two sons. They have done their duty. They understand that their place is behind a man. They are loved and respected for it." He reaches down and grips your throat. It's not hard enough to cut off your breathing but hard enough to keep you in place.

"A bitch can be tamed, something I have yet to do with my own wife it seems." You tug at his hand trying to pry it from your throat. The initial shock of his demeanor was worn off and quickly replaced with a need for self-preservation.

He chuckles lightly and releases you, instead grazing your bottom lip with his thumb.

"I would like you to leave. I wish to sleep alone tonight!" You nearly shout as you scramble back on the bed thinking the matter settled.

"No." Aemond crawls onto the bed with you tugging you up against him by the waist.

"No? I wish NOT for your company tonight. " You arch your back in an attempt to put some distance between you. You want nothing more than to be far away from this man that you are beginning to realize is a complete stranger to you.

"You have a duty to fulfill." The playful lilt in his voice causes your stomach to plummet. He isn't going to leave, is he?

Aemond kisses up the side of your throat. "And you will fulfill it, won't you love?" The condescension in his voice elicits a cringe from you.

"I will not. Not today. " You gently shove him from you, once again attempting to put some distance between you.

"Oh, but you will, my love." he grips your waist tighter and pulls you back to him, pressing the full length of his body against yours.

"You are my wife, and the wife of Aemond Targaryen will be a good wife." He kisses your cheekbone just beneath your eye. The gesture would seem so sweet, so intimate if not for the aggression it is coupled with.

"Aemond, let me go. I wish to rest." As you struggle against his grip, he chuckles and squeezes you tighter.

"You do realize sweet wife that you are not the one who makes such decisions? It is I your lord and husband who makes decisions such as these." He gently bites the base of your chin while pushing his entire body up against you.

You could feel his hardening manhood pressed up against your thigh and attempt to shove him off. You decide here and now that you will fight him with everything you have.

"You have yet to serve your purpose, dear wife." This is the last thing he says before flipping you on your back and crawling over you.

You spit in his face, your rage hitting a boiling point. "Do not presume to tell me what my purpose is. You are not but a second son. You have no purpose."

Aemond's one eye goes dark, but he lets you go, and you scramble back up the bed, finally able to procure the distance you were looking for.

"Leave" you demand with conviction while you try to mask the trembling of your body.

"No." He replies quietly while he continues to simply sit at the end of the bed. You can feel heat pooling in your cheeks. The way he is looking at you. The way he is practically lounging at the end of the bed, seemingly unbothered by his actions. All of it is driving you into a fit of fury.

You seeth internally as he continues to sit and look back at you, a half smirk on his face, and to make matters worse, he starts to palm at himself over his breeches, never breaking eye contact.

Your breath hitches at the sight, and you avert your eyes, battling with yourself to control your breathing. The one thing Aemond knew about you, really knew, was how very attracted to him you are.

As you look away toward the stone wall, counting to three in-between each inhale you hear hits boots thump against the floor.

With more determination than ever, you focus on the wall and your breathing.

"Maybe..... mayhaps...... we could......solve our differences another way?"

You attempt to ignore him. He removes his breeches and then moves toward you, gripping your hand and pulling you towards him.

Before you could say anything, he was on you. His lips pressed against yours harshly. At first, you attempted to resist pushing your hands against his shoulders as he pressed himself tighter to you.

The heat traveling up your body and the tingling sensation that flitted across the tips of your fingers had you give in to your desires.

You kiss him back fiercely. Your lips clashed as your tongue swirled around his. If you were going to fuck him, you were going to fuck him like you hated him, because in this moment you did.

Aemond pulled at your dress, tearing the front of it, too impatient to properly unlace you. As soon as he had it off he ran his hands over your trembling form.

He felt for every curve and every dip along your frame. Taking pleasure in the feel of your soft skin beneath his calloused fingertips.

Your body responds to his touch, a trail of fire left in the wake of his hands along your skin.

"You do know how to be a good wife" He growled in between kisses or bites you could hardly tell the difference anymore.

"Oh, be quiet!" You roll him onto his back and mount him, taking his arms, effectively pinning him to the bed.

Armond grunts in surprise before starting to chuckle. "What are you doing?" His voice is low, his one eye locked on yours.

"Just be quiet and serve your purpose," you bark back, pushing down his small clothes.

His breathing is ragged as you slowly slide down onto his cock. "What purpose is that?" he manages to say between labored breaths.

You roll your hips, applying just the right amount of pressure to your bud to build up your pleasure.

You close your eyes and continue your movements. Making it a point not to reapond. The room is quiet, save for your ragged breaths and quiet moans.

Aemond moves to lift his arms from the bed, but you hold them in place. Hastening your movements panting louder as the knot in your stomach pulls tighter. This act is for you and your pleasure.

"You did not answer," Aemond grunts between moans.

You smile down at him, rolling your hips. You run your tongue over the front of your teeth, but once again, do not respond.

You dig your fingernails into the skin of his arms as you lean forward to give yourself the leverage you need to bring yourself maximum pleasure.

"You are already serving your purpose, Lord husband." You chuckle as you bring your hips down upon his with more pressure.

He closes his eye as he groans. "What purpose is that?"

Your breathing stops as you reach your climax, your body clenching around his. Pulling his orgasm from him almost forcefully.

His head falls back, and his body arches. A long groan escapes his lips, and as he lays beneath you catching his breath, you wrap your hand around his throat.

"Oh?" He chuckles.

"Your purpose? You on your back. Guess I tamed my bitch."

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princess-of-the-corner · 1 day

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I mean, Stephanie was cursed, as she did die as Robin, IE:

Batman made her Robin as part of a ploy to try and manipulate Tim back by making him jealous.

(Despite this her short run was actually super popular & some tried to suggest keeping it going but the head writer hated her)

She was fired for doing the same stuff all other Robins do & this was after months/years of Bruce basically manipulating, abandoning, or outright emotionally abusing her.

(Bruce was the worst but Alfred was always super hostile, Tim was a weird mixture of supportive BF and elitist, vaguely sexist/classist dickhead. Cass did not exactly know how to friend but did her best but also is basically a martial arts god who, & Barbara was generally not enthused. Basically she had zero support network that helped.)

Cue her having a breakdown and trying to put Batman's (Incredibly stupid & doomed to fail) crime control plan into practice. But because Bruce did not tell her tons of necessary info for Robin, or any ally, & because sticking a bunch of trigger happy criminals who hate each other together is bound to end in violence it sparks a gang war.

Stephanie blames herself, does what she can to help, is sent to Orpheus but he's been murdered & had his face stolen & Black Mask tortures and possibly worse over the course of days. Then she died on the operating table, though later retcons had it be the doctor killed her to "teach Bruce a lesson"

(The Girl Wonder movement was spawned as a result which led to years of protest that saw her brought back. However unlike Jason she didn't get a cool resurrections storyline but a weird, kind of off-putting, "faked my dead/kidnapped" storyline. & then they tried to quietly sweep it all under the rug, along with her history with everyone to make her the bubbly 'normal' one.)

So yeah, she's definitely blond Robin cursed.

Honestly she deserves better.

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padfootastic · 7 months

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One of my favorite semi-crack headcanons is that Narcissa actually does look like her relatives, she’s got naturally black hair and gray eyes, but she initially started wearing glamor charms/charms to change the color after the war to avoid the number of people giving her suspicious looks for her resemblance to two notorious Death Eaters and her husband who’d only avoided a conviction through Ministry ineptitude and legit everyone suspects him of lying or also lied but knows the truth, but then she just fell into habit of doing this (and uses relatively permanent charms. They can be undone, but they don’t need to be constantly reapplied). Bella escapes from prison and says “what the hell happened to your hair—and your eyes” straight away, first thing she says to her sister after over a decade; Narcissa shrugs and says looking like her convicted criminal cousin and sister wasn’t winning her any favors, better swing the opposite direction to see if that helps. Andromeda, who looks like Bella’s twin, still got suspicious looks but marrying a Muggleborn and having his kid went a long ways toward making people trust her; she has a scathing commentary on her sister deadass changing her appearance to try to dodge the DE allegations and it is one of the first things she says to Sirius after meeting him again. Draco genuinely cannot recognize younger photos of his mother and fully thinks this is her natural appearance; he gets a nasty shock when he learns otherwise and he only discovers the truth because Rabastan was telling his sort of nephew stories of what they all used to be like and found a photo album that had their old pictures. Rabastan watches the kid stare at 16 year old Narcissa Black with her little cousins at her side—all three looking near identical and laughing together—and wonders if he broke the kid and if so, can he fool Narcissa into thinking he didn’t play a role in this; he sadly decides he can’t and frantically tries to calm Draco down, because if Narcissa doesn’t hex him into next year, she’ll just tell Bella and Bella most certainly will. Sirius once saw a recent photo of Cissy and choked on his breakfast, pre-seeing Andy again, asking who the hell that woman was because it sure isn’t his cousin. Upon the younger lot confirming that’s just how she looks now, he hollers for Tonks to go get her mother, Sirius needs to find out what the hell her sister is up to. This is the first time the younger kids meet Andromeda and she makes a hell of an impression

ok but why is this actually hilarious lmao

i think i’ve seen something adjacent to this in a fic where someone (sirius?) makes a crack ab narcissa partially dying her hair blond a la the movies to try and fit in better w the maggots and the thought is honestly too funny.

some teenage girls get a tattoo of their bfs, some teenage boys carve their crush’ names into their hands, and narcissa black permanently colors her hair blond and staunchly stands by that decision well into her adult years (while resolutely cursing her fair skin for betraying her embarrassed flush)

#narcissa malformed #bro that was supposed to be malfoy duh but typo changed it and this is funnier?????#also. the carving name thing is real and happened to a friend of mine #funniest thing? mf spelled her name wrong 😭😭#people r wild #especially those who think they’re in love #i fully believe narcissa was the kind of teenage girl who made lucius her entire personality #bc like. i imagine them to have an age gap. and a teen girl w an older dude?????? bruh. the way they internalise that shit #unreal #sad irl but v v funny in fiction #pen’s asks

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ver0-needs-spxce · 7 months

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since people absolutely love to ignore how Ajay’s parents abuse also effect her actions, and how Octavio’s actions prompt her REactions, i’ve decided to dedicate a whole rant about it TL;DR AT THE BOTTOM

(i’m the only one that sees her entire character istg)

#1 if Octavio is gonna act like an idiotic, reckless child, then he is going to be treated like one.

ITS NOT INHERENTLY HIS FAULT!!!! but Ajay is not aware of that!! And she’s not obligated to put up with his reckless and compulsive actions! She, before season 12, had barely ever brought up his reckless behavior, and how little he returned her support and care.

Octavio’s actions are his own, yes he was being manipulated by Torres, but Ajay didn’t see it that way, and chose to call him out.

DONT SAY THIS IS WRONG OF HER, BECAUSE OCTAVIO HAD HIS OWN VIEW, and it was “she’s not understanding, because she thinks i’m an idiot”

#2, Octavio owes more to her than any of you seem to acknowledge.

She has been Octavio’s personal doctor and therapist for YEARS. FUCKINgYEARS!!!! If someone who BARELY EVER SUPPORTED me ever were to try and fuck up my mission to stop a terrorist, then i wouldn’t THINK OR EMPATHIZE, i’d??? question?????

The one or two good things Octavio has done for Ajay has kept her putting up with him for their whole friendship, the one time she’s on a breaking point and yells at him is the time she gets perceived as a fucking monster

#3, HE’S NOT THE ONLY ONE WITH TRAUMA THAT AFFECTS HIS ACTIONS??????????????????????

ARE PEOPLE FORGETTING WHEN AJAY LITERALLY ABANDONED HOME FEELING BETRAYED, WAS IN THE FRONTLINES ON A BATTLEFIELD, AND REALIZED THE WEAPONS BEING USED TO HURT INNOCENTS AND HER FRIENDS WERE LITERALLY BEING MADE BY HER PARENTS????

Like, imagine growing up around people who you thought were good DESPITE THEIR ABUSE TO YOU, then finding out they’re MONSTERS??? AND ALMOST BEING KILLED BY TECH THEY MADE?????

Nd people are surprised when she wants people like her parents, like TORRES, to not be put in high positions of power???????

OH WAIR AND NOT TO MENTION OCTAVIO’S ACTIONS INDIRECTLY LED AJAY’S MOM TO TAKE OVER THE CHARITY GROUP AJAY WORKS TIRELESSLY TO FUND????1?/!4!(!;?2!-&@-@/2@

Cherisse “Stereotypical emotionless abuser” Che is now the president of her daughters entire passion and has made it into something completely different??? do u not think Ajay’s going to hold a little resentment to all parties involved???

AND FINALLY, #4, SHE AT LEAST ACKNOWLEDGES HER FUCKED UP ACTIONS.

Octavio denies his dads damage to the outlands, denies that Torres is a terrible person, denies that he did something wrong

ONCE AGAIN, this is because of his manipulation and need for attention, BUT AJAY!!! DOESNT!!!!! SEE THAT!!!!!!

HOW IS SHE SUPPOSED TO SYMPATHIZE WITH SOEMTHINF SHES COMPLETELY IGNROANT TO!1!1!!1!1!1!

At least Ajay has the balls to say “hey, planting the foot is fucked up, i’m aware it’s fucked up, and i’m sorry i’m doing it, but i have to.” she quite literally is only doing this so that she can get a terrorist from having his hands on a planetary system, and to get HER BROTHER BACK.

i don’t even think she cares whether or not Tavi is still friends with her after this, she just cares that he sees Torres for who he really is, and gets out of his situation.

(Also a side rant, i’m aware that Octane doesn’t want to kill Torres because that’s his “dad”, and i’m aware that Ajay technically did the same thing with her mom, but there’s a difference between 20 yr old Ajay who’s still probably processing her whole situation, not wanting to see her mom killed right in front of her, and in front of a bunch of CHILDREN… vs 25 yr old Octavio “Octane” Silva actively preventing a war criminal from taking a throne of power over multiple planets because he heard an audio tape.) [that’s dumbing down Torres’ manipulation but Octane biases haven’t given me any reason to not be jaded] {{i’ve lost sleep over this}} (((also do u not think she considered that if her lil bf tried to fire that bullet then the soldiers and killer attack drones would’ve killed everyone there ?????)))

TL;DR BOTH OCTAVIO AND AJAY ARE FUCKED UP, SHES BETRAYING AND USING HER BESTIE FOR INFO AFTER HE PUT HIS TRUST IN HER AND HE GAVE IP THE WNTIRE PLANETARY SYSTEM TO A CARTOONISHLY EVIL MAN

AJAY ALSO HAS TRAUMA THAT INFLUENCES HER, STOP PRETENDING SHE DOESNT

No Ajay isn’t “more fucked up” than him, i’m not debating this.

oh my god stop comparing her to Duardo his physical mental and emotional abuse could never equate to her calling octane stupid and making him try to see the impact of his actions

also notice how i didn’t put any main octanes tags here bc i’m not an asshole and won’t show people criticism of their comfort characters unprompted omegalol

love u goodbye THIS ISNT OCTANE HATE I LOVE OCTANE AND LIFELINE EQUALLY AND HOW MORALLY IFFY THEY ARE

octane stans please don’t bite me but do please respectfully debate me i lauv talking and bantering abt these two

#apex legends #lifeline #apex lifeline #sorry this is so long #i’m normal #i’m the only one in this fandom that acknowledges her trauma #it’s tiring #i just want ppl to see her like i do #OCTANES NOT PERFECT #STOP TREATING HIM LIKE HE IS #lifelines still my fav #she’s just like me fr #she’s a bitch tho #that’s ok she’s cute

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