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Right Place, Wrong Time Pt 3/3

Dark Aemond X Out of world Reader

Warnings under the cut

Word Count: 2370

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A/N: This is the winner of the 400 followers sequel vote and is a sequel to the 2 part series Right Place, Wrong time.

Warnings:: Manipulation, Technically kidnapping/kept prisoner, controlling behavior, Stockholm syndrome type behavior.

You were trying to acclimate to this new life. You were really trying. But coming to grips with the fact that you were trapped here felt like more than you could bare.

After that first night, Aemond did not come for you again. He had been rather preoccupied, or so you thought. There were lots of closed door meetings with his brother King Aegon.

This gave you time to think. Too much time to think. To think about how you will never see your mom again. How you will never go to the pub for a drink with Becca, never go on an airplane, watch TV, play on your cell phone, you find yourself just constantly thinking of all the things you had lost. All the things that had been taken from you, and as each day passes, your feelings of sadness start to morph into feelings of anger and helplessness.

Yet the anger and the sadness you were feeling were nothing compared to the loneliness. The feeling of isolation. With every interaction, you had to put on a mask. Pretend that you were something you were not. You couldn't tell anyone the truth. They would think you were mad. With Aemond seemingly keeping his distance, you felt more alone than you ever had in your entire life.

In this spiral of anger, sadness, and desperation to not lose yourself, the real you. You find yourself knocking upon his door in the dead of night. He is the one who trapped you here. Bound your hands like a prisoner, yet he is the only one who knows the real you. Who knows who you truly are.

He opens the door, dressed in his night clothes, his shirt slightly open. He cracks a small smile and opens the door wider, motioning for you to enter.

You stomp into the room and wait for him to close the door before you start to berate him.

"I WANT TO GO BACK!" You push against his chest in anger. "Find me a witch, a warlock, a mage, whatever the hell you freaks have here in crazy land and send me back!"

Aemond smirks and slowly shakes his head. "My apologies, princess, it is simply not possible."

"I can't stay here!" You moan. "You don't understand! I'm dying here!" You look at him with pleading eyes. You know it's pointless, but you can't help yourself. You need to get home. To your life. Your family.

"Oh, my sweet, sweet girl." He takes your face in his hands, rubbing gentle circles on your cheeks with his thumbs. "There is no way to send you back." He pulls you into his arms, pushing your face down against his shoulder. "No. You shall stay here with me. I will provide for and protect you. Always. " He gently rocks with you in his arms, pulling you tighter and closer to his chest until you are nearly suffocating.

"I.. I....I.. I can't!" You start to sob into his shoulder, gripping tightly on his night shirt. "I don't belong here!"

"Shhhh." He gently coos in your ear while stroking your hair. "Of course you belong here. You belong right here. By my side"

This only makes you cry harder. Yet you cling to him. He smirks to himself, his lips pressed against the top of your head.

"Have you been lonely without me, my love?"

You hate to admit it, but you have. He is the only person you don't exhaust yourself when speaking to, meticulously choosing each and every word to make sure you don't give away your truth.

"Yes," you whisper into his chest. The tears continue to roll down your cheeks, but the sobs have quieted.

"I apologize profusely, my love." his voice is gentle and soothing, but there is something else in his tone you can't quite place. A giggle or a chuckle he is dying to release.

"I have been strategizing with my brother. To secure our future. With the disappearance of my half-sister, her faction has been left floundering for the moment." He continues to stroke your hair, his voice gentle and soft.

"Tis humorous really, my nephew Jace flitting about the realm looking for mummy." He chuckles heartily the vibrations of his chest calming you somewhat.

"But alas eventually they will come for us again. We need to put the uprising to rest before it can fester..... namely..... I must put my uncle and nephews to the sword.... mount their heads, and then finally, this mess should be over. My father's mess" he twirls some of your hair between his fingers.

"Then you and I will take dragonstone. As our seat." He lifts your chin, bringing your face towards him. "You will be the lady of Dragonstone. Does that not sound wonderful?"

You nod your head in agreement. Before catching yourself and trying to push away from him.

He furrows his brows but smiles slightly. "Oh, my sweet, sweet girl." he pats your hair down and holds your face tightly between his palms.

"You will love it. Remember... you can trust me. " Those words sear through your memory like a hot dagger, and you slightly stumble backward.

Every time he has said those words, he has proven them to be untrue. You could not trust him, and you would do well to remember that.

You make a hasty exit from his chambers, chastising yourself all the way back to your rooms. "He can't be trusted," a mantra of sorts you mumble to yourself on a never-ending loop.

Being so lost in your loneliness and anger, the upcoming wedding between you and your captor had completely alluded your memory. Until the preparations ramped up.

In this world, you were an Arryn and had been betrothed to Prince Aemond in order to pull their support from Rhanyera and her faction.

Your "family" would be coming for the nuptials. A thought that made you sick with worry. These people would be expecting a sister, daughter, and friend. They would instead be met with a stranger who wouldn't even recognize them on sight.

So you found yourself once again skittering down the hallways in the dead of night, making your way to the chambers of your capture. Your anxiety so high that you knock quickly on his door, not stopping until he finally opens it.

"Oh my love! To what do I owe this most wondrous of visits?" A small smirk creeps onto his face, and he again beckons you into his chambers quietly, closing the door behind you.

"What do I do!?!?!" You explode almost immediately upon entering his room.

"Hmm?" He lifts an eyebrow at you and chuckles as you pace around his chambers.

"This family? The Arryns? I don't know these people! They think I'm their family! What if I am supposed to be allergic to strawberries and I don't know? Or I fell down a well as a kid and have no clue, and they bring up the story?!?!?!" Your breathing gets quicker, and you start to grind your teeth. This would give you away, and who knows what would happen then.

"What happens when I know nothing?" Aemond quickly grips your hands, bringing them to his mouth and places small kisses along your knuckles.

"You won't speak to them." He pushes some of your hair gently behind your ear. "I have advised the guards that you speak to no one without my permission or presence"

Your face crinkles in confusion. "What?"

Aemond clicks his tongue as he brushes his hand against your cheek. "All in the interest of protecting you. Of course"

"Right....." You look down towards your feet clearly conflicted. This could give you an excuse not to give yourself away, yet it also feels like he is tightening the binds around your wrists.

"You can trust me." He lifts your head and looks directly into your eyes. "I mean what I say"

He brings his lips down to yours and kisses you tenderly.

You feel a swirling of butterflies in your stomach as you lean into the kiss. He is gentle in the way that he holds you, his fingers tracing across the top of your hair delicately.

He runs his hands up the sides of your frame. Slowly tracing every dip and curve. He whispers into your ear, the small hairs on the back of your neck sticking up a feeling of fear and anticipation melding together to create a new feeling. A feeling of intense eroticism. "I shall always protect you. For you are mine, and mine alone."

Aemonds thin, cold fingers pick at the small sash that holds your robe closed while his neck leaves a trail of small wet kisses down the side of your neck.

"This isn't right," you protest quietly, yet it seems to fall on deaf ears.

"Shhh, sweet girl. You are safe." He whispers gently as he gets the robe off pushing it from your shoulders.

You feel a need building in your core at each light trace of his fingertips upon you.

His touch is soft. Almost longing in nature. When he brings his lips back up to your mouth, he deepens the kiss.

Your head is spinning with the heightened senses. His taste is so good yet poisonous.

You wrap your arms around his neck, quickly sinking into a feeling of security. Of safety.

He uses his thumbs to push down the thin straps of your night dress, allowing it to slide down your body, joining your robe on the floor.

"I will give you all you need" He whispers softly into your ear as he kisses down the side of your neck, letting his hands wander along your sides, first across the soft skin of your waist then down to your hips.

"I... " You stutter briefly but finally succumb while you look into that one piercing eye, that hides just a small bit of gentleness.

Against your better judgment, against what you know to be true, you can't help but finally trust him. His words ring true somehow. You couldn't explain it if asked, and you certainly can't understand it yourself yet, you know it, to be true.

"I trust you"

Aemond falters for just a moment, allowing a slight look of shock to cross his features before he quickly falls back into his look of commanding gentleness.

"Of course you do, my sweet, sweet girl," he takes you by the hand leading you to his bed.

Each step makes you feel like you are floating outside of your body. Surprised at your own submission yet comforted by it.

He takes you in his arms again, sliding his hand up your back before laying you down on his bed, like you were made of glass or fine China.

"You are safe, and you are mine," he whispers in between the gentle kisses that he sprinkles across your chest and collarbone.

You gasp as you feel his lips glide across your skin.

"There is a fire in you, little one" he traces his hands across the gentle skin of your stomach. "I feel it on your skin" He grips you by the hips pulling your body up against his.

"And it's mine." he uses his dagger to cut off your small clothes, refusing to wait another moment to enter your body.

Shuffling down his trousers to his thighs, just enough to release his throbbing cock before quickly shoving himself inside you to the hilt.

You squeak at the pressure and lack of foreplay. The stretch stinging and reminding you of Aemond's ownership of you.

His large hands grasp your hips as he thrusts against your quivering form, your breath heavy but your mind light.

"You will want for nothing, worry for nothing," he says between pants, as his body moves rhythmically against yours.

"I will want for nothing, worry for nothing," you chant back at him in a whisper, the pressure quickly building in your lower stomach.

"Mmmm" He growls, his movements against you growing faster and harsher. "Ask me for my seed, beg for it"

His brings his thumb to your pearl, rubbing in quick, precise strokes."I said beg princess"

You look up at his looming form. The way he towers above you, pushing himself inside of you with reckless abandon.

There is no argument to be made. You are his. Completely and utterly.

"Please!" You manage to huff out as your back arches off the bed. "Oh please, Aemond."

"Please, what?" He snarls, increasing the pressure against your pearl as his thrusts become more manic, more needy.

"Please give me your seed. Please!" You hear the words coming out of your mouth. You know you are saying them. Yet they feel foreign on your tongue as if someone else is saying them for you.

"Such a sweet girl" He coos his thrusts against you harsher with each movement.

He bites his bottom lip briefly before grunting loudly. "Now let go with me."

You arch your back and close your eyes, giving into the intense sensations that wrack your body.

You pant harshly as he continues to thrust harshly into your frame. He commands you cum one more time, and your body succumbs to his command.

Aemond chuckles as your body convulses around him, and you gasp for air.

"You drown for me?" He wraps his hand around your throat. "You shall live and die for me"

"Yes, yes, I will," you whimper, your voice barely loud enough to be heard over the loud sounds of skin smacking skin.

"You are not stuck here. You are blessed with the ability to stay here, " he growls before biting his lower lip and moaning his climax mere moments away.

"Yes .... yes.." You answer "I'm such a lucky girl"

Aemond moans loudly one last time before releasing his seed inside you, continuing his harsh thrusts as he rides out his pleasure.

"Mmmmm" He turns your chin toward him and smiles down at you smugly.

"I do so prefer it when you are agreeable" He pulls out of you leaving you laying motionless on the bed quietly repeating the same two words to yourself over and over.

"Lucky girl"

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You know, I think this Christmas thing is not as tricky as it seems! But why should they have all the fun? It should belong to anyone!

THE NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS (1993) dir. Henry Selick

#my other tall skinny husband is all over the dash and i love it!

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Reblog and see if you get a color.

PURPLE: We near never speak, but I do enjoy your presence on my dashboard.

FUCHSIA: I wish I could become your best friend through the internet.

GREY: You leave me with jumbled words.

RED: I’m in love with you.

PINK: I have a crush on you.

TURQUOISE: You’re hot.

CHARTREUSE: I sincerely wish you would notice me.

TEAL: We have quite a lot in common.

BLUE: You are my Tumblr crush.

ORANGE: I dislike your page.

YELLOW: PLEASE FUCK ME.

WHITE: PLEASE MARRY ME.

GREEN: I find you cute.

BLACK: I would date you.

BROWN: I dislike you.

#fuschia for Laura cuz obvs

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I'm crying 😭😭😭

I would NEVER heal from such a thing.

Here's me hiring a P.I. to find his pretty arse and drag him back to me.

The smut in this was incredible. So random but the line "His chain resting on the hollow of your neck" made me FERAL like actually foaming at the mouth.

I love his silver chain 🤤

So sad this is over 😰😭

Is there anything left for us? || Will (Salad Days) || (2/2)

Will x Reader [Part 1]

Summary: You've been struggling with your feelings for Will for years. Then he calls you after the worst mistake of his life and you feel the world crumble around you.

Word count: 5.6K

Warnings: smut, angst, swearing

All reason aside, I just can't deny, love the guy ♪

"Will... where is Matt?"

And just like that, he was escaping your gaze again.

He bit his tongue, thinking over what to say. “He… he left town. I think.”

“Will…” you breathed out, the both of you knowing perfectly well that you would see through his lie.

He lowered his head, gaze on his bandages, sighing. “How did you know?”

“Leah. She just told me that Tom was…”

“You talked to Leah?”

“Yeah. She hasn’t heard-”

“Tell me you didn’t tell her I was fucking here.”

You pause, thinking of what to say before answering. “No, of course not Will. She is just worried, and honestly, I am too. Don’t you think I can see what you are going through at the moment?” 

He stressfully messes with his hair again before taking a deep breath. “’sorry…”

“It’s okay…” you reply softly, fighting the urge to wrap your arms around him in an attempt to soothe him. You had no idea how he would react if you did, but needed to have him close, to act. So you chose to be the one to put your head on his shoulder. 

He let you.

“… he brought up my mum,” he whispers after a bit, making you frown next to him. “He talked about her and I just…”

You felt him tense beneath you, his voice definitely growing weaker. He had talked about his mother only once in all of the time you had known him, and even though you had wanted to, you had never dared bring up again.

“Matt?” you risk, not daring to raise your gaze at him.

You hear him sniff loudly. “I fucked up Y/N."

Saying that, he looked at his bandages again, and it hit you. Will was hot-blooded, and Matt was loud-mouthed. They had just robbed a store, Tom was caught, and they panicked. It was not difficult to guess that things had escalated. You swallowed but managed to keep your cool as you slowly withdrew your head in order to look up at him. The top of his cheeks were reddened by sorrow, frustration, regret.

“Can you tell me where he is, Will? Please. Leah’s worried. I won’t tell her anything else I swear.”

You heard him swallow before shaking his head, not looking at you, and you were doomed to stare at the way his eyelashes cast shadows over his blue eyes, contrasting with his skin. 

"No… no I can't do that, he's just… he's…" 

He took a deep breath again and the pain in his face disappeared as he forced himself to control his emotions.

"He's what, Will?" you press gently, tightening your grip on his sleeve. "Will?" 

His eyes meet yours, and beneath the hard blue you see guilt, and it makes your skin shiver. How much you hated seeing him like this. 

"Why are you not afraid of me?" 

His question makes you blink, but you maintain his gaze, expecting to see something, anything that indicates that he was joking. "Why would I be? You're my friend."

“Don’t pretend that you haven’t figured it out. You talked to Leah, you know that…” he clenches his jaw, withdrawing from your gaze and into the emptiness. “You know what I’ve done. So why are you not terrified of me right now?”

Your lips part in disbelief as you watch his breath quicken and his eyes grow dark.

"I don't know what you are imagining in that head of yours but I am not scared of you. I'm scared for you, Will," he inhales in relief. "You might not see it but I'm here for you, always have been."

"That's not true," he instantly says, and even though he had lost that angry glare in his eyes, the hurt you now saw in them had worsened.

"What?"

“You’re not… You left. At the party. You fucking left like it didn’t matter to you.”

You stare at him in disbelief, swallowing before uttering what you were afraid of talking about, but the question burning your lips. "Is that why you went to Leah?" 

You hadn't meant to sound so sour, but you did, and you instantly regretted it. 

But Will didn't seem to notice it, his eyes slightly widening. "...She told you, didn't she?"

You considered lying for a moment, but you couldn't, it was Will. Instead you gave him an apologetic look, one that gave enough answer. 

He let out a low groan, getting up before you could stop him, and walked away from the couch in obvious agitation.

"It's okay," you caught up with him, worried to have upset him further, "I always knew you liked her, and I'm… sorry I left. I wish I hadn’t."

Will turned to you abruptly, his expression a mix between hurt and anger. "You know nothing," he fumed, pointing a finger at you, his mood drastically changing before your eyes. “You left… You fucking left that night, the only person I could- the only person I-"

He didn’t finish, the words seemingly too hard for him to say out loud as he shook his head again in frustration. Then he stops moving, face hardening as he stares at you for a long time, as if considering something he could not bring himself to do. There was so much he was saying with his eyes, you couldn’t decipher all of it and it overwhelmed you. His breath suddenly heightened, and without warning he suddenly grabbed his bag and turned away from you.

“I’m leavin’,” he announced, making for the door.

“What? No!” you exclaimed, coming to stand between him and the exit, not believing the scene that unfolded before your eyes.

He took a few jagged steps towards you, eyes shining with determination and a clenched jaw. “Let me pass Y/N. You don’t want me here, trust me on this.”

“But the police…” you let out, thinking fast.

“I’ll take my chances.”

"No,” you state firmly, pressing yourself on the door frame so you could meet his merciless gaze. “You called me, I came, so now you let me help you.”

He stares at you, chest heaving, his knuckles gripping the straps of his bag between you both. He looks at a loss, eyes searching yours frantically for something to  argue with and you see him lick his lips in annoyance, his frustration radiating off of him and making you tense in turn. You would not let him leave, he just had to understand.

But after the heavy silence something flashes red in his eyes, his threatening demeanour found again and he is suddenly advancing on you, watching you like you are some kind of nuisance he wants to get rid of in the most horrid of ways.

You know that look, and you swear to yourself that you will not falter under it, whatever may come.

“Do you know what I do? What I really do?” he starts, voice a low growl that reverberates inside your chest. “I lied to you, Y/N. All those years, I just steal, con, and fuck people up, because that’s apparently all that I’m good at.”

“Will-”

“No,” he interjects, angrier than before and you try to keep your composure despite the way he glares down at you, towering over you as if he wanted to leave you no space to breathe at all. “There is just nobody that fucking cares enough to see me, so I just do it. Because I’m good at it, and because it feels good. You think you know me? You think you can help me? Well, you can’t.”

You are certain he doesn’t realise it, but the hurt in his eyes is more apparent than his anger, and it makes you speechless. Speechless enough not to retort that you do know him, that it was just a matter or self-trust on his part. You desperately want to tell him that you would do anything to help him. But the way he looks at you makes you unable to move, frozen.

Your silence only fuels his resolve further as he leans towards you, one of his hands coming to rest on the door frame right next to your hair, his bag forgotten on the floor. You inhale sharply, feeling the intensity of his emotions reach under your skin like hot steel, trapping you, but you still try not to blink and hold his gaze.

"And now, I’ve led the guys to an armed robbery, in a fucking store, because I could. Because it would bring me money. And we got it. I stole my fucking nan’s car and I did it. Then you know what happened?” he continued, bringing his face ever closer to you and you had to press your feet against the door frame to avoid your bodies from clashing, your head hitting the hard wood. “I kidnapped a guy, because I had to. Because the guys were fucking lost, and I had to handle everything, otherwise we were fucked. And guess what happens to witnesses, Y/N?”

He let the question hover in the air for a moment, watchful of your reaction, voice hoarse from his confession and the trace of his voice left on your skin. You don’t know if it’s the lack of fear in your eyes that makes him hesitate to continue, but when he speaks again there is something shaking in it.

“We make them disappear,” he almost whispers, eyes roaming your face. “I did what I had to do, and I got rid of him.”

He looks lost in thought for a moment, gazing down somewhere near your neck before meeting your eyes again.

You know what he wants, and you know how much you are willing to fight him on this. He wants to scare you, to make you yield, and you want to scream no at him, but it’s not what you do. But instead you draw shaking breaths and find your voice again.

“It’s not true,” you breathe out, shaking your head, nose almost brushing his in the process. “I know you didn’t kill him. You released him.”

You thought he was about to snap at you again, the sharp inhaling of his nose putting you on your guard, but instead he does something you hadn’t expected. His head lowers over your shoulder like it was too heavy for him to handle, as if his body had drained out of all energy while he exhales deeply, his hand on the door behind you as sole support.

“It’s not the worst part Y/N…” you heard him say below your ear, almost in sorrow. “Tom… Matt…”

You try your hardest not to move a muscle as he lifts his head from your shoulder to look back at you, bringing his other hand between your faces and looking at his bandaged knuckles. 

“I beat up my best friend. This-” he points out, flexing his fingers in front of your face, “is what came from it. I beat him up, because I wanted the money. Because I was jealous.”

He emphasised the last word with a bitter tone, his face full of pain as he finally let his hand fall to your side.

You can’t help but widen your eyes a little at the thought of them fighting. Of Will winning. 

He must have noticed, because his lips twitch and all the anger disappears from his face, his gaze pins you where you're standing. "So, terrified yet?”

Your eyebrows contort in hurt as you slightly shake your head, the hands at your side coming to take his elbows gently. “No. No I’m not,” you state softly, earning a confused look from him. “I know you didn’t want this. You told me earlier. Will…”

“You’re fucking not hearing me,” he warns furiously, eyes a little threatening as he pushes himself from the wall.

It gives you the opportunity to take his arm and hold on to it, to never let go. “No, Will, you’re the one not listening. Matt is not dead, you are with me, and I don’t know why you lied about so many things, to me, to the guys… But it stops now. You know you can trust me, and I won’t let you think otherwise.”

“Stop that,” he mutters harshly, making you stop in your words by the way he steps away from you with hurt, making you lose your grip on him.

“Stop what?”

“Pretending like you fucking care. You don’t, nobody does. It was pretty fucking clear when you left the other night, you didn’t even try to understand. I… I want to trust you, but it's just too hard, there are things that I can’t…” he trails off again without finishing, and you are left with his anger and spite again. “At least if you don’t care, it makes it fucking easier.”

You feel blood pounds in your ears from his accusation, your lips parting in disbelief. “Is that what you think? That I left because I didn’t care? You have no idea how untrue it is Will,” you exclaim in irritation. “It was just, hard for me to… to…”

“To what?” he presses, searching your eyes, clearly pissed off while you search for the right words. But none are found and you are left to stare helplessly at him, unable to admit the selfish truth. “Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he sneers.

The hurtful words he utters seem to awaken something in you like a hot flame, the realisation that you are slowly losing him for the first time in your life, and your instinct kicks in, pushing you forward and closing the space between you, capturing his lips without warning. 

You feel him freeze against you, but your mind is empty, focused on proving him wrong, your muscles only controlled by your feelings that you let flow through your touch as you press your hand somewhere over his shoulder. It’s surreal, like everything falls into place until you realise what you’re doing and feel mortified. You detach your lips from his but one of his hands is now firmly holding the back of your neck, holding you into place. Still he hadn’t moved, nor said anything and when you open your eyes there is just him, his scent, his touch and the way his eyelashes brush your cheek as he opens his eyes. 

“Are you fucking kidding me.”

Then his other hand cups the other side of your face and takes your mouth again, kissing you hungrily and you feel momentarily lightheaded. You don’t understand what exactly is happening but you just know that the anguish you have felt for years starts to dissipate in your heart, only to be replaced with a fear that this was only a moment of desperation.

You decide that you don’t care. Whatever his feelings are, you can't help but act on your own, deciding to deal with whatever pain will come later.

You take hold of his shoulders and kiss him back, parting your lips to allow him entrance. You feel all his anger and his frustration pouring into it, his lips as soft as you imagined, tasting like cigarettes. It’s comforting, like something that you had known all of your life, and you reach for his hair, for the softness of it, daring to press your body against his.

It’s warm, hard and soft at the same time, the accumulated tension having not completely left his body yet and you bask in it. After a time he parts for air, voice only a whisper.

“How long?” he asks, fingers tangling in your hair, making you frown.

“What?”

“How fucking long, Y/N?”

You realise that you understand what he means, even though you would have preferred not to. Above all, you don’t want to answer it, you don’t want to confess this humiliating truth, that you have hidden those feelings for him for far too long.

“Does it matter?” you pant, nibbling at his bottom lip, trying to make him forget about it.

He exhales, breath hot against your skin and you bathe in the warmness of it. “Yes, it does. I want to know… I want to know how much I missed out… How much I’ve messed up.”

It makes you knit your brow in ache, and you are briefly aware that your back is inches away from the doorframe again.

“You didn’t… mess up anything,” you manage, eyelids half open and hands clutching his shoulders. “You just-”

“This is what I do,” he stops completely, eyes now open and looking at you with your chin between his fingers, gently holding it. “I fuck everything up around me, even the people I care about. I just… never wanted it to be you.”

His pupils are dilated, the blue around it looking at your face, at the movement of his fingers below your lips. You have difficulty comprehending that the knot in your stomach is loosening, that it maybe wasn’t just desperation. All you know is that you don’t want to lose this instant, that no matter the future you will have this to cherish forever.

"I don't care Will. I just want you to see I'm yours."

His eyes dart back upwards and he licks his lips, eyes searching yours frantically as you wait. Then a sound resembling a growl escapes his throat so close to you and he is kissing you again, his body pressing you against the door as one hand takes hold of your waist while the other cups the side of your neck. Nothing else seems to exist as you try to keep up with his fervour, his nose brushing against your cheek and your throat tightening with soft sounds threatening to come out.

His tongue leaves your mouth and travels from your jaw to the length of your neck, and you cannot avoid the whimper that your voice, your fingers in his hair squeezing harder in reaction. When he reaches the hollow of your neck, briefly feeling his teeth grazing your skin, you decide that you had enough and drag him to your bedroom, discarding his vest with difficulty in the process. When you reach the bed you take in his flushed face, heaving body and lusty eyes before you kiss him again, turning so you can make him sit first on the bed and straddle him.

“...must be fucking dreamin’...” he mutters, enveloping you with his arms and pulling you so close there is almost no space for you to move, and you can’t help but laugh softly at his comment and at the overwhelming sensation coursing your body.

You feel the bulge in his pants beneath you grow harder as you rock your hips against his slightly, making you gasp softly and him hiss while you tug at his shirt. But he is faster than you, his hands caressing your back, taking the hem of yours and pulling it off over your head, leaving you only in your bra and he growls. You can’t register what it makes you feel deep in your core because he is kissing you again, hands strongly squeezing at your waist and you have to focus to resume your task on his sweatshirt. While taking off the grey cloth he attacks your neck with his mouth, reaching down to your collarbone and you feel him play with your breasts beneath your bra and you decide that you desperately need him there.

You unclasp it, making you bare before him and he stares for a long while, stunned before diving to take one of your buds in his mouth, his free hand cupping your other breast and squeezing it lightly, sending electricity down your spine. 

You moan audibly, his lips surrounding it perfectly and you arch your back in pleasure, finding an angle where you can feel his hardness beneath you right against your core. You grab his hair and lift his head from your chest to kiss him again making him groan, and you fear for your sanity with the sound so close to your ears. His hands trails from your breasts to the curve or your ass while you finally get rid of his shirt and you follow his lead, lifting yourself up from him to allow you to take off your bottom layers. While he does the same, you stretch to reach for a condom in your nightstand’s drawer, and he takes this opportunity to come hovering over you, kissing up his way from your thighs to your stomach, to your breast and neck.

“You’re so beautiful,” he praises, his cold chain dangling against your skin on his way up, both the coldness of it and the husky way he talks making you shiver. “...always… wanted to do this,” he murmurs against your lips before kissing you again.

You can’t help but listen to that feeling of uneasiness that remains in your mind and heart. “Really?” you ask, your hand on his cheek to keep him inches apart from your face, thumb caressing it.

He exhales, his hot breath tickling your skin as he stares down at you, eyes hooded but more focused than before. “Yeah… I went to her, Leah…” he states, nervous about uttering her name in this situation but feeling like he has to, he has to explain it to you. “Because deep down I knew I would never get her. But you… With you I was…”

You can hear the missing word echo in your mind, “afraid”, and you feel something in your heart melt. You allow him that silence, choosing to do the same and keep the many names you want to throw at him for being so damn stubborn. Instead you caress his cheek with affection, losing yourself in the blue of his eyes before reaching for his chain softly and pulling it down, forcing him to meet your mouth.

You stay like this for a while, enjoying the renewed passion and the unsaid feelings between you before pushing yourself up on the bed and positioning yourself before him. He watches you rip the wrapper and when you see his erection you can’t help but wet your lips. You momentarily wonder if the rubber will be the right size, but you make quick work of it and it fits, making your insides roar in delight. You barely hear him at that before he drags you into a kiss again, pulling you closer on the bed and flushing his body against yours. Soon you are back to straddling him, firmly holding on to his shoulders and him to your hips so you can hold yourself comfortably. Your wetness meets his head, spreading the slick there and you suck in a sharp breath when you lower down onto him, his thickness making you shudder.

When you enter him you both curse, you in a loud breath and him in a hiss, and your foreheads come to press against each other while feeling the birthing bruises of his grip on your thighs as well as the burning of your walls adjusting to him.

You’re glad you still have control over your trembling thighs because you’re not sure you can go further down for now. The amazing feeling it already gives you as you move up and down over his length, taking him a little bit further each time is already so overwhelming that you forget to regulate your breathing. You feel him tense beneath you, kissing you sloppily while you continue your movements over him, growling against your mouth, both of you panting. When you dare quicken the pace you can’t help but whimper, his cock hitting all of the right spots inside of you as he ruts into you, meeting the rolling of your hips with a delicious rhythm.

It’s just the two of you, pressed against each other and unravelling all of the frustration that ever settled between you. You can feel his tongue trail back over the skin of your breast and nipples as you clench around him, eliciting a growl out of him before he tightens his grip on your hips again and makes you come to a stop. You can feel his dick twitch against your walls and the harsh heaving of his chest, face contorted in lustful pain.

“Fuck-” he pants when he squeezes your hips harder. “Get off, now.”

You whine from the loss of him inside of you when he lifts you up, making you lay back on the bed, and you watch helplessly as he takes hold of your knees, lifting them up slightly and parting your legs further before he is positioned before your aching cunt. You barely have the time to see him lick his lips in hunger before he flattens his mouth over your folds, sucking in exactly like he had done over your nipples and you moan deeply. Both the surprising turnaround and the softness of his tongue on your clit heighten the sensation tenfold, the parts of you previously stimulated and the currently stimulated one creating an amazing mix of pleasure.

Your hand goes for his hair, tugging at it for dear life as he continues his ministrations on you, lapping at your folds. The way you pull his hair makes him let out a satisfied grunt and you gasp at the sensation, the tip of his nose brushing your swollen bud when he looks up at you with darkened eyes.

The building pleasure soon becomes too much to handle and when you reach your peak there is his name on your lips, the way you scream and shake not stopping him from sucking your overstimulated clit through your climax. After a while your breathing slows, your vision clears and you feel his hands caressing your thigh and the familiar scent of him reaches your nose again when he comes back to kiss you, his chain resting in the hollow of your neck. You can taste yourself on him and the way he devours your mouth makes you a whimpering mess again while you wiggle under him with the aftershock.

You feel the fire being reignited within you when you lock your thighs around his hips and adjust yourself so you can feel his cock against your stomach, still hard and ready.

The wait seems endless for you before he plunges into you again, your warmth surrounding him making him hiss with desire and the delicious sensation comes back very rapidly deep inside of you. He goes all the way in, his head meeting your cervix roughly and the brief pain as he starts pounding into you makes you clutch at his back with a moan. You meet the roll of his hips, your late overstimulation a delightful addition to the way he is thrusting against your inner walls and the coiling tension comes back, heart racing in your chest.

You don’t know how long you enjoy the gorgeous feeling of him thrusting into you with ragged breath over your lips before you sense your muscles tightening and his cock throb, his gaze heavy as he watches your pleasured expression change to one of ecstasy. When the tension in your body snaps you convulse around him and let out shattered moans, making him twitch in reaction and reach his release with a strangled noise. 

When he goes limp beside you he kisses you again, both of you panting in unison and there is nothing but both of your hot bodies against each other, you still shuddering from the aftermath.

He takes his time to caress your arm after softly withdrawing out of you, eyes hooded and exhausted in pleasure before going to the bathroom rapidly. You take that opportunity to settle your breathing and clear your mind of the wonderful moment you just had, and can’t help but reach for your phone in slight dread, something tugging at you to come back to reality.

Leah’s texts are numerous, but reassuring in some way. You stare at your phone sadly, hesitating.

“What is it?”

Will has reappeared and he is approaching you. You put down your phone and form a sentence you want to be somewhat encouraging. “It’s Matt… He finally came home a while ago, and Leah wants to bring him to A&E. Other than that he is… alright, considering…”

You let your words hang up in the hair while you witness Will deeply inhale, expression unreadable and come to lay beside you on the bed, shuffling the covers.

“Will?” you try, unsure as you turn to face him.

He doesn’t say anything but silently takes hold of your waist and brings you against him on the bed, making you lay face to him, bodies pressed against each other, needing you close.

You watch him intensely, the way his eyes seem to flicker in remembrance of what happened only hours ago, the events that earned him those bandages on his hands, and you take one of them resting on your side.

“Will you take care of Nan for me?”

You part your lips, a little at a loss and ignoring the ill feeling in your chest. “Wh-Why? I mean… Do you intend to turn yourself in?” you stammer, the hard reality coming back in waves in your comfortable shared cocoon.

He fidgets slightly besides you, eyes filling with uncertainty and helplessness. “I… I don’t know.”

You cup his jaw and he leans into your touch. “I don’t want you to go…” you whisper. “You could stay here, forever. They won’t look for you here.”

He sees your half smile and you almost see the ghost of his, but his expression turns sour again. “Will you come with me if I do it? If I turn myself in?”

“Yes, of course,” you say with a weak voice, still in denial that it could, or will happen. But a worse feeling settles in your mind, dread, and you feel your lips moving on their own. “Will… there is something that I need to tell you-”

“No,” he cuts, but his voice is so soft you weren’t sure it was his. “Don’t… make it harder than it already is. Please Y/N.”

You bite your lips as you feel your eyes burning, but you don’t let the tears appear.

He is right. You can’t tell him your true feelings like that, not when everything is on the verge of changing.

You nod weakly, and he can’t look away from you, like a silent discussion going on between the two of you, yet you want to tell him so many things. In the silence and the touch of his fingers over your skin and hair, a comfortable atmosphere settles and his exhaustion becomes more apparent, taking over you as well.

You see him close his eyes as you lean into his warmth convinced that he fell asleep as you drift off in turn. 

Only he is not. When you fall asleep, he opens his eyes again, his mind too filled with anguish to allow him to sleep and he is left to watch your relaxed face and your soft breathing. During those sleepless hours, he thinks that he regrets everything, pushing you aside, not letting you in enough, you who saw the best of him when there was nothing to find there. He regrets arguing with you, letting his frustration over his own choices surging over you, and he regrets that he involved you with his mess in the first place.

You didn’t deserve that.

When you wake up it’s still dark outside, and Will is not there anymore. You first believe that what occurred the night before might have been a dream, but there is his recognisable scent around you that shuts your doubts.

You try not to give in to panic, half tempted to search your flat just to be sure, but the sight of a single piece of paper on your night stand makes you abandon this idea and your heart drops in your chest.

You take it with care, ache filling you when you recognise his writing.

“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t do goodbyes, and I don’t think you would have let me anyway.

I’m sorry we had so little time, and I know it’s all my fault. I told you, I always fuck it up.

And yeah. I love you. I’m sorry I never got to say it before. On paper it feels easier, but you’re just there and I just have to say it, even if it’s not out loud.

Please take care of Nan for me. 

William”

There are no tears in your eyes at first when you stare blankly at the paper.

You don’t understand and there is this nagging feeling that something is wrong with what you are reading, but you shut that emotion off and let space for your tears to flow, one hand coming over your mouth to stop any sounds from escaping.

If he was going to prison, you could visit him, it didn’t have to be the end. 

You look at the time and decide to find out for yourself.

You get dressed and on your way out you phone Leah. She is at the station with Matt, she sounds tired and when you hang up you decide to drop by Will’s first, to check on his nan. On him maybe.

She is alone, already in front of a cup of tea this early and when she asks you where your friend is, you can't answer her.

When you arrive at the station, the police don't realise who you are yet, giving you the opportunity to find out that Tom and Matt are in a very bad situation, that Leah had been with him all night, and Will… is not there.

The money is gone, and there are no traces of him.

He ran off.

A/N: There is no words to thank @arcielee, @babyblue711 & @enchantingcupcakecollectionfan for their amazing work and help from them. This fandom is truly amazing.

The scene of the bonfire party was written, but I don't know if I'll publish it. Seems good as it is.

Taglist: @fan-goddess @chainsawsangel

#will salad days fic #Will #i need time to recover #my heart hurts #fic recs

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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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Gosh the amount of work that must go into making all of these! 🤣🤣

Looks like fun tho!

Crawling Back to You (superstar!Aegon Targaryen SMAU) - Chapter 1

AN: Hello guys! This is the debut of a new SMAU! I hope you guys love this as much as me! This is dedicated to Lana ( @zaldritzosrose ) for being such an amazing workshop partner and friend! I love working on projects with you and love showing you the chaos of my brain. Also @foxyanon thank you for your help with the title and being your wonderful amazing self. (Also don't mind the Supernatural reference lmao)

Masterlist here

Summary: The road till now...

TW: use of YN, mentions of substance use (weed), fan pages being mean, slow relationship death, language maybe?

Pairings: Aegon Targaryen ii x Reader

#aegon ii x you #smau

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A persons fanfic tells you a lot about them, i , a fanfic writer, realize in terror

#i decline to believe this #lmao #nope. incorrect #🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

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Oh my goodness!

I was not sure what to expect when I opened this to read but was certainly pleasantly surprised.

I always imagine that Aegon is a total freak (said with love) and would be turned on by the weirdest shit and this totally fit my headcannon.

Poor Aemond just trying to be as normal as he can. No wonder he was paranoid about his nightshirt! 🤣🤣

Thank you for sharing this!

Uneasy Lies the Head

Aegon Targaryen x Aemond Targaryen (but subtle)

This is my contribution to @targaryen-dynasty's Sleepover Challenge! I was given the prompt only one bed/forced proximity and came up with this little drabble.

Contents: masturbation, lots of incestuous vibes, but no actual incest (sorry). Also minor 'historical' and HOTD inaccuracies.

Words: 1600

Military camps are a humble affair. Even for a king. 

They have been on the march for days, waiting for news of the enemy’s movements, and enduring the most discouraging conditions. Dust caking onto their skin, painful bug bites, and having to shit in a ditch in the woods, just to name a few.

Aegon’s tent is the nicest by far, but it is still a poor imitation of what he is used to. There are furs laid out on the ground, and an oil lamp hung from the rafters, but the banner on the wall is crooked, and the furnishings leave much to be desired. All they’ve arranged for him is a wobbly table, six uncomfortable chairs, and two cots on the ground. 

One for the king, and one for his brother. 

They have not shared a chamber since they were boys. Aegon doesn’t mind it so much, but Aemond’s mouth forms an even thinner line than usual, and he makes a terrible fuss when he undresses for bed. It will be scorching hot in the tent come the morning, but his shirt stays on, and he pulls at the edge until it reaches the middle of his thighs. Lest anything indecent be on show. 

“Seven hells, I’m your brother,” Aegon says, but it only earns him an irritated sound as Aemond settles on his cot. Flat on his back, hands folded over his chest, and not a single wrinkle in the sheets draped across his form. 

Aegon retires too, much earlier than he usually would. He is sore in his muscles, and fed up with bickering advisors and difficult decisions. With riding all day, with hurry up and wait. 

There are wineskins being passed around outside, and girls too, the usual camp followers. But none of them much appealed to him tonight. Nothing out here really does.

And yet. 

When Aegon wakes sometime in the small hours, it is with a terrible ache between his legs. His cock is hard, lying stiff and leaking against his stomach, and there is a tightness in his balls that demands attention. 

He has not had the chance to indulge in pleasures of the solitary kind, as the camp offers him no privacy - not when he is surrounded by lords at all times, and certainly not now, with Aemond sleeping just a few feet away. 

He is so close that Aegon can hear his slow breaths, and smell his scent of sweat and expensive oils. Somehow, it is strangely comforting. Nice to know that he perspires just the same as everyone else, even if there’s still a pleasant hint of sandalwood underneath.

In fact, Aegon does not believe he has ever seen his brother in such a candid state as just now. Aemond’s face is flushed with heat, and his lips are ever so slightly parted; dry and chapped from the harsh summer sun. The shirt is still on, but damp with sweat and loosened at the neck, baring his glistening collar bones; the golden hair that curls on his chest. 

Aegon still has that boyish quality about him, but Aemond looks like a fully grown man. Like someone who could and should lead an army to battle. He acts more like a grown man too, as Aegon will be the first to admit. Noble. Dignified. 

Aemond would never be caught drunkenly roaming the streets of King’s Landing. He does not share his brother's fondness for spirits and women. 

Once, when they were alone in the training yard, Aegon had dared to ask you do fuck, right?, and Aemond had rolled his eye and looked at him as though it was the stupidest question he’d ever heard. 

Aegon took that as a yes. 

He would like for them to share a girl sometime, like royal princes should, like Father and Daemon undoubtedly did in their youth. He would even let Aemond choose the girl, picky as he is, and let him have first pick of her openings too. He’d choose her cunt of course, because that is the proper way, but he wouldn’t call it her cunt, he would call it something more poetic and ridiculous. Her womanhood. Her flower. 

Twat. 

But it is still a nice thing for Aegon to imagine when he starts quietly fisting his cock under the sheet. A whore kneeling on a bed, Aemond behind her and himself by her head. Cocks buried to the hilt, and wet, squelching noises coming from both ends. Aemond’s balls slapping against her arse, and his own hitting her chin. 

Or, if that is not to Aemond’s liking, then Aegon would be glad to switch places. The girl would be on her back, and he would fuck her the usual way, and they could make her squeeze her tits together and have Aemond fuck the valley in between. Because that is the one thing Aegon knows about his brother’s preferences - he does like a good pair of tits. And it’d be perfect for Aegon too, because while he would get to feel the girl’s insides, he would also be able to look at the action in front of him. See her fleshy, bouncing tits, and Aemond’s cock sliding in between. Hard, and glistening with oil, as obviously they would need some lubrication. Aegon could even help hold her tits in place, if need be. In such a position, his and Aemond’s bodies would be so close that they’d have no choice but to move together, keep the same rhythm, or else neither would be able to find his release. What a dirty thing that would be, to fuck like that. Together. 

But unfortunately, it is highly unlikely that Aemond would ever agree to something so exceedingly intimate.

So perhaps they would take turns instead, in which case Aegon would be charitable and volunteer to be second for once. He would not ask the girl to wash herself in between - he would fuck her right after, while her cunt was still full of his brother’s emission. 

And of course, the filthiest thing of all would be to make use of both of her holes at once. Aegon can think of only one position that would make it possible: the girl would have to be on all fours, and Aemond would lie underneath her and fuck up into her cunt. He would have her tits in his face, squeezing them tight and sucking on her nipples, and then Aegon would stand between his legs and slide his cock into the girl’s arse. 

The thought of it makes his balls feel tight, and he pumps his cock with one hand, and massages his sack with the other, spurred on by the filthy images in his head. 

A pretty girl bent over a table, or riding his brother, or taking them both in her mouth at the same time. His own cock pulsing in her arse. Aemond in his moment of ecstasy, spilling himself all over her tits. 

They would leave her covered and full of their royal seed. Dragon’s seed. Surely for a common whore there could be no higher honour. 

Aegon tries his best to keep silent when he comes, gritting his teeth and gripping onto the edge of his cot. His cock throbs, and he rubs the tip of it hard, each squirt of seed making his body tremble and his hips thrust up. Unwittingly, and over and over until he finally feels relieved and can wipe his fingers clean on the sheet. 

It is quiet in the tent, and unsettlingly quiet outside. The sounds of drunkenness have died down, and even the grasshoppers have stopped chirping, as if time itself stood still. 

With his urges now taken care of, it takes only moments for the knot in Aegon's stomach to tighten once more.

There will be a great battle, and then several more after that, and hundreds, thousands of men will die in his name. Their wives will mourn, and their children will starve when no one is left to farm the lands, and all of the grains they have saved will soon be requisitioned for the armies. Green and black alike. 

In the weeks that have passed since his coronation, Aegon has come to realise that his father’s crown was too light and too shiny, and that the blackened iron he now wears is a better adornment. It is heavy, and ugly, and a much truer reflection of what it means to be king; of the burden he must now carry on his woefully ill-prepared shoulders. 

There are two with whom he can share it, though. Two who would die for his cause, out of love as much as duty, and one of them is asleep in this very room. 

“Aemond,” he calls, quietly, like he would often do when they were very little and still slept in the nursery. As if to make sure he was still there. “Aemond. Aemond. Aemond?”

“What,” Aemond grumbles, hoarse with sleep, but as irritable as always. He stirs on his cot, wiping the sweat off his brow and shuffling around under the sheet. The soaked shirt is pulled over his head and tossed aside. Too hot.

“I told you,” Aegon says. 

“Are you quite finished,” is his brother’s sullen response. 

It must just be the talking he’s referring to, but. Aegon can’t be sure.

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Kitty Cat Part 3 (Revised)

Ettore X (Neuro-Divergent Reader)

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Warnings:: Ettore, Male Masturbation, heavy petting, dubcon. Sexual themes and references.

You stood nearly still the only movement being your head nuzzling into ettores chest. His breathing getting harsher, and his grip on your hair was tightening.

His body feels solid but warm. He has pressed his entire frame up against yours. The pressure of which you revel in .

"You bastard! Let her go!" Came Boyse's angry voice from the doorway.

"I knew you wouldn't be able to help yourself!" She seethed as she ran over prying the two of you apart.

She turned towards you and rubbed your cheek.

"Are you OK kitty?

You nuzzle her hand with a small smile on your face.

She looked at Ettore with a fire burning in her eyes as he looked back at her with a face of indifference.

"She rubbed up against me." He shrugged and quickly left the room.

"You can't get that close to him, kitty. He's dangerous." She pulls you close to her and strokes the back of your hair.

You shrug and rub your face into Boyses shoulder. The pressure and warmth keeping you calm and grounded.

I want to get close to him again.

You don't know why, but from then on, you were trying to get close to Ettore, but you never could with the great wall of Boyse blocking your path at every turn.

You could tell Ettore was getting frustrated as he was trying to get close to you, too. He would get behind you in line for food, but Boyse would slip in between you. He would stand behind you in excercises, but Boyse would grab you and switch places, and since that laundry assignment, you and Ettore had not been assigned together again.

Weeks passed like this, and you had all but given up on trying to get to Ettore instead, focusing on keeping Boyse happy.

Boyse is the priority

On a particularly restless night, you lie in your bunk surrounded by the snores of the other girls as you stare at the bunk above you and rub your cheek on your shoulder.

Time moves too slow up here.

You have spent a lot of nights like this. Unable to sleep, the cold of the sheets on your body gave you anxiety. The hardness of what they called a mattress that you laid on making sleep a difficult thing to achieve.

As you continue to lay there, you feel a presence. Like a cold chill has swept through the room, the little hairs throughout your body standing at full attention. You lazily roll your head towards the doorway, and you see him. He's ever so silently standing there staring at you, rubbing his hand up and down his stomach slowly. He moves from his upper chest down to below his belly button before returning to his chest, to follow the motion all over again.

Come closer

You stare back at him and bring your hand to your face, and gentlt rub it against your cheek. He watches you with his mouth hanging open while he drops his hand slowly but with purpose into his sleep shorts.

You can see that his hand is moving rapidly , and you watch him, an unrecognizable want growing in your chest as you continue nuzzling into your own hand. Your eyes stay connected the entire time. There is something so strange yet so sensual in the way that you and Ettore can speak to each other without words. Eventually, he bites his bottom lip and grunts quietly before swiftly turning on his heel and walks away. You watch him walk until he is out of sight. That yearning in your chest is growing ever deeper.

Why did you go?

Your eyes travel back up to the underside of the bunk above you. Sleep is even harder to achieve since you are now left with a burning in between your thighs you don't recognize.

Ettore

You don't typically speak, butnevennif you did, you dont think that you would tell anyone about your late night visit from Ettore.

The next morning, you had an inspection by dibs, the aftermath of which had you moving very slowly due to the pain. You had never been poked and prodded this much in your life prior to boarding this ship. Especially in the area she prods.

Due to your odd behavior, you had difficulty forming normal relationships back on earth before your sentence. You've never had a boyfriend or even been kissed. So, for you, Dibs' inspections felt especially violent.

You shuffle your way to the cafeteria and look for Boyse. You're not hungry but are in desperate need of comfort. Your eyes float around the cafeteria. It's basically empty. No Boyse in sight. You see Monte sitting at one table and Ettore sitting at another.

Where is she?

You can't go to Monte. He always shoves you away when you try to make contact with him, and if you go to Ettore, Boyse might explode. You hear that familiar rushing return to your ears as you start making a whining sound and rub your face roughly against your shoulder.

Make it stop, make it stop

This causes Ettore to look up at you. A little half smirk crawls up his face as he looks around the cafeteria. A twinkle clear as day in his eye as he seems to have come to the same realization as you. No, Boyse. While this caused you great stress and anxiety, it seemed to bring a large smile to Ettore's face.

He stands in a rush, discarding his tray. He makes it a point to rub up against you as he passes. Making it seem as if he had to squeeze by. When his body comes into contact with yours, you whimper audibly.

With a small smirk on his face, he goes to exit the cafeteria. He stops in the doorway and turns around, his eyes catching yours.

He raises his hand and makes a come hither motion and very quietly says, "Come kitty".

You follow him out of the cafeteria, your feet carrying you as if you were connected to an invisible leash that Ettore was dragging behind him.

He reaches the metal ladder that leads to the box and gestures towards it "go down the ladder"

Yes

You instantly comply.

As soon as you reach the bottom and get off the ladder, it feels as if your stomach is suddenly filled to the brim with ice.

You hear the light patter of Ettores' feet as they hit each wrung of the ladder as he decends.

When he hits the bottom, you look at him with wide eyes as he decends upon you, quickly backing you up into the wall. He presses his body up against you tightly and immediately starts to shove his hand into your scrub bottoms.

Ow, ow what are you doing?

You let out a whining noise and try to move away when he brings his other hand up to your face. Gently brushing his fingers against your cheek.

"Shhh, kitty, shh," he whispers into your ear.

You feel your body begin to relax, and you nuzzle into his hand. He uses his knee to push your legs apart and quickly shoves his other hand into your underwear and into your heat.

He lets out a deep sigh into your ear once his hand reaches its destination. You continue nuzzling into his hand, purring lightly all the while. You show him no resistance.

"This is perfect," he whispers as he starts to pull your scrub bottoms down with the hand he had just had in your heat while simultaneously continuing to rub your face with the other.

Just then, you can hear that someone has started to decend the ladder. Ettore pulls your scrub bottoms back up quickly and backs away from you.

Don't go

You take a step towards Ettore, and he glares at you freezing you in your tracks.

Tchemy reaches the bottom of the ladder and jumps back when he notices you and Ettore standing there. He briefly looks between the two of you and then continues making his way to the box.

Ettore quickly makes his way back up the ladder, not casting you a second glance. Leaving you confused for a moment before making your way back up the ladder.

You start down the hallway looking for Ettore. It seems he has all but vanished.

Come back

"Kitty! There you are!" Boyses voice rings down the hallway.

You turn and see her coming towards you and you start to move quickly towards her.

"Hey how did your inspection go?" She says gently rubbing your cheek.

You make a light whimpering noise and nuzzle roughly into her hand.

"That bad, huh?" Boyse says softly.

"It's ok, kitty, come lay down." Boyse takes your hand and leads you back to the room that you share with the other female inmates.

"Lay down and rest. Movement makes it worse," she says, looking at you with a solemn expression on her face.

It's always worse

You lay down and look up at the bunk above you and close your eyes, and all you can see are the sparkling blue eyes of Ettore staring back at you.

You make a whimpering sound and whisper too low for Boyse to hear you.

"This is perfect"

A/N : for the one person who messaged me on this fic. I know he is a bad person. I am not justifying his actions, I write about what I want, and almost no one is reading this fic. Lol, let me be!

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This was incredible! The poor serving girl got a whole lot more than she asked for! 🤣🤣

"Yes, fill me up. Please" <<< this line had me SWEATING.

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Aemond Targaryen x wife reader

word count: 1.9k+

About: Aemond just really likes eating his wife, even when there’s a servant knocking on their door to wake them up to get ready for a mid-morning event.

Includes: explicit sexual content!

Note: hello reader! I love this place because we’re all allowed and encouraged to go a little feral for the young prince. my crush on him is insane. I had fun writing this and I hope you enjoy reading it! huge shout out to all the content creators and writers on this platform as you’ve all inspired me to jump on this train ♥  have an idea? I’m open to requests!

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“Good morning my beautiful wife,” Aemond whispered against your throat, his body still warm and heavy with sleep. Dipping his head he kissed the little hollow at the base of your throat, murmuring something intelligible. Beneath the covers his hands slid over your form. Despite the gentleness his calloused touch still snagged along your silken nightgown and skin.

You stretched beneath the blankets slowly, luxuriously, wakefulness fluttering to your senses like the slow seep of buttery sunlight filtering in the room. “It’s barely dawn,” is all you replied. Yet, still, you smiled.

“And it’s only by the grace of the mother that I’ve waited this long,” he teased, nipping your neck.

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Modern Aemond Targaryen x Female (Oneshot)

Summary: Months ago Aemond hesitated to tell you how he felt. After your boyfriend breaks up with you, he won't make that mistake again.

Word Count: 3807

Warnings: MDNI, 18+, SMUT, Little plot, lots of smut, profanity, Size kink, Praise kink, Aemond being hot, seductive, funny, and adorable.

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‘Why the hell did I let them talk me into coming to this club?'

You know your friends are only trying to help you get through a rough breakup. “It’s time to stop moping and sitting around in your pj’s,” they tell you. “You need to get dressed up, go out, and have some fun,” they insist. So you give in, pampering yourself with a full beauty routine, choosing a racy bra and panty set, and putting together a little black outfit.

Checking yourself in the mirror before you leave, feeling better than you have in the past two weeks, with some of your old confidence coming back knowing that you look good. When your little trio walks into the packed club, you’re glad your friends talked you into coming out tonight, instantly feeling the intoxicating energy from the flashing lights, pulsing music, and dancing crowd.

Snagging a spot at the bar, you buy the first round of drinks, genuinely smiling for the first time since your boyfriend broke up with you. You’re enjoying your second drink and playfully teasing one of your friends when you spot him on the dance floor. Your now-ex-boyfriend who has his hands on his new girlfriend’s ass.

Wanting to act like it doesn’t hurt, you let your friends drag you out to dance. You try to enjoy yourself; you really do, but now the music is too loud, the club is too hot, and you just want to get off the dance floor. Giving your friends a weak smile, you let them know you need a break from dancing and head back to the bar.

Squeezing into a gap at the crowded bar, you try to catch the bartender's attention. While you wait, your mind goes back to your ex-boyfriend. Even though the spark between you was fading, the breakup came out of nowhere. How quickly he had another girlfriend led you to think he may have been cheating on you. So strong was your suspicion, you went to get tested just to be safe. ‘Doesn’t matter,’ you tell yourself. ‘It’s over, and you’re better off without him,’ you try to convince yourself, but it still hurts to be replaced so easily.

You’re drawn from your thoughts when a drink is placed in front of you. When you look up, the bartender says, “It’s from the guy at the end of the bar.”

Turning to look in the direction she’s pointing, you see the buyer of your drink, his long silvery white hair an easy giveaway to his identity. With a tilt of his head, he motions for you to join him.

You’re relieved to see a friendly face, so you don’t hesitate to pick up your drink and make your way over to him. With a genuine smile, “Hi Aemond, I didn’t see you over here.”

Aemond Targaryen returns your smile and immediately offers you his seat at the crowded bar. “Fortunately, I did see you.”

“Thank you, and thanks for the drink too,” you tell him as you slide onto the stylishly modern barstool, draping your leather jacket over the back.

You’ve known the Targaryen siblings for about a year, with Helaena being the one you met first. Since you were new in town, she took you under her wing, showing you the best places to hang out and eat and introducing you to people, including her brothers. Aegon is laid-back with a great sense of humor. He’s also quite a flirt, but a playful smack from his sister made it clear that you were her friend and not to be messed with.

Aemond, who’s a few months younger than you, is very different. Nowhere near as open as Hel and far more serious than Aegon, he's always intrigued you. He’s soft-spoken and reticent, holding back much of who he is, and that makes him difficult to read. You think that guardedness stems from a childhood accident that cost him an eye and left his face scarred.

For a while, you wondered if he liked you at all or if he was just trying to be nice because of Hel. But at parties, your boyfriend usually ended up playing games with Aegon and the guys, and you somehow ended up hanging with Aemond, just talking. Having those chances to talk one-on-one, you discover quick intelligence, a wry sense of humor, and a few shared interests. You decide that he’s just naturally reserved—someone who needs time to relax around people.

“You’re welcome. I’m glad I saw you,” he says, leaning down a bit to be heard better. “You look amazing."

Smiling at the compliment, “You clean up pretty good yourself."

While you’ve struggled to get a handle on his personality, there is no question in your mind regarding his looks. Dressed in black, his button-down shirt and trousers look tailored to his tall and trim build, he exudes sleek athleticism. His casually rolled-up sleeves show off his slender forearms, a stylish, expensive watch on his wrist, and beautiful, large hands with long, slim fingers. His angular face has chiseled features that give him a uniquely handsome appearance. Not even the faded scar or black leather eye patch can detract from his striking good looks. Tonight, his pale, silvery hair is simply pulled back into a loose braid that ends between his shoulder blades.

Taking a sip of your drink, you give him a curious look. “I’m surprised to see you here. Let me guess, Aegon dragged you out and then disappeared in search of something in a short skirt and heels."

“Are we that predictable?” He asks with a crooked grin. “Aegon wanted to meet up with some pretty little thing he’s had his eye on, and I apparently need to get out more.” Reaching for his own drink, ”What’s your story?”

“Some friends decided I needed a night out,” you admit sheepishly. As you answer, you see your ex-boyfriend back on the dance floor.

Aemond, noticing your stare, turns to see who you are looking at. He then moves around to stand between you and the dance floor, blocking them from your view. “Forget about him; he’s not worth it.”

You look down at your hands folded in your lap, trying to push down the hurt you feel when he urges your chin up with his fingers. He looks at you intensely and says, “Don’t cry over that asshole. You deserve far better than the likes of him, babe.”

Meeting his gaze, you nod your head and pull yourself together. ”You’re right. It may take some time, but I’ll be fine.” You down the rest of your drink with a determined smile.

Before you can stop him, Aemond somehow manages to catch the busy bartender’s attention and motions for another round of drinks. When you protest, he leans closer, putting his arm around you and resting his hand on your shoulder. “I’m taking care of you tonight, pretty girl.”

“You'll be better than fine, and it won’t take as long as you think,” he continues with a cocky little smile. “You just need someone who knows how to treat you."

A little jolt goes through your body; whether it’s from the heat of his hand resting on your exposed shoulder or the difference in his demeanor, you’re not sure. This is a more confident and assertive Aemond that you haven’t seen before, and the little nicknames are completely new.

But unsure of your instincts, you jokingly say, “Yeah, some day my prince will come.”

“Hmm. Maybe he already has, princess,” he replies before leaning very close to you, his lips almost brushing against your ear. “I’ve always had a crush on you, always wanted you.”

His words cause a flutter in your chest. When he takes hold of your hand and starts rubbing his thumb on your skin, your breath catches in your throat. “You never said anything." is all you can manage to get out as you turn your head to look at him in surprise.

“That was a mistake I‘m not making again."

Your faces are only inches apart; you’re studying him with wide eyes while your mind races to process this new revelation. The sounds of the club disappear; all you can hear is the pounding of your heart. Closing the slight distance between you, his lips barely brush against yours before pausing, waiting for a signal from you to continue. When your lips instinctively part, he takes that as the go-ahead to kiss you slowly.

His mouth is soft and hot, and his tongue running along your bottom lip feels so good. He pulls back much too soon for your liking, now that passion has sparked inside you. When you impulsively reach to wipe a trace of your lipstick from his mouth, he quickly captures your thumb, drawing it into his mouth, licking and sucking on the tip before releasing it with a kiss.

As warmth rushes through your body, you can feel your skin tingling. The thinking part of your brain tells you this is a bad idea; it’s too soon after your breakup and too impulsive. But the seductive look on his face, the breaking of physical barriers, and his admission of wanting you has started a throbbing between your legs.

Since you’re still stunned silent, he takes the initiative. “Tell me what's going on in that pretty little head of yours."

Biting your bottom lip, trying to sort your thoughts, you ask, “Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

Aemond’s mouth tightens at the question, “I wasn’t sure if the attraction was mutual or if you just saw me as Hel’s kid brother. So I hesitated.” He looks away from you before adding, “Then you met him."

Knowing that opening himself up to others is not easy for him, you gently squeeze his hand in encouragement because you’re raw from your breakup and you need to know just what you could be getting yourself into with Aemond.

Shrugging his shoulders. "You seemed happy, and I thought I blew my chance with you.”

Little things about your friendship start to click in your mind, bringing a smile to your face. Now you’re the one holding his hand, rubbing circles with your thumb on his skin.

With a hopeful smile, he asks, “Can we get out of here?”

His request makes your heart thump in your chest, and you shift your hips in your seat before asking, “Where to?”

“My place?” Quickly adding, “We could talk some more or..." leaning close to your ear, his voice dropping lower with desire. “I could show you how much I want you, princess.”

Deep down, you’ve always loved the sound of his voice, and this new seductive tone causes a shiver to go up your spine despite the heat that is spreading through your body. Almost before you realize you're doing it, you’re slipping off the barstool, hoping your legs won’t shake.

Steadying yourself with a light hand on his chest and smiling up at him, you take a breath and say, “Alright, we can go... talk.”

Your reply earns you a rare, dimpled grin from him. He helps you slip on your jacket before firmly grasping your hand to begin leading you through the crowd to the exit. On your way out, you pass a grinning Aegon, but Aemond only glances at his brother, not bothering to stop.

Once outside, in the chill night air, he puts his arm around you as you walk through the parking lot. “You’re just going to ditch Aegon?” You ask with a chuckle.

“He knows what I’m up to,” he replies with a smirk. Laughing at your expression. “Aegon would get your boyfriend to play those stupid games at his parties so I could have some time with you.”

Reaching his car, he pulls you into a slow, deep kiss, holding you close to him with his large hands on your hips. Soon you’re fisting at the soft, expensive fabric of his shirt because it feels so fucking good kissing him, feeling him press his hard body against yours. You let his tongue tease its way past your lips to dance with yours as his fingers dig into your skin before he reluctantly pulls back to open the car door for you.

During the drive to his place, you text your friends, reassuring them that you are with Aemond and that everything is fine.

Curious about something, “So when Helaena would suggest a girls movie night, but we would end up at your place, you put her up to that?”

“I did not; she volunteered to do that.”

“My friend sets me up so her brother can walk around like a slut in sweatpants and a messy man bun. Wow, you Targs are something else,” you laughingly tease.

“I was desperate, pretty girl." His blush was visible even in the dim light of the car. “But you noticed,” he chuckles.

Aemond’s apartment is in one of the pricier buildings in the city, but you know his family has money. You’ve been here before, hanging out with the siblings for movie nights. Before you can even toe off your heels by the door, he pulls you to him with one arm around your waist, burying his face in your neck, nipping at your skin, then soothing the little bites with his tongue, making you moan softly.

“Wanted you so bad for so long,” he murmurs between little wet kisses over your throat.

Playfully, you tease him while tugging on his long braid. “Have you been thinking dirty thoughts about me all this time?”

“Fucking filthy thoughts,” as he crushes his lips against yours in a demanding kiss that takes your breath away. You both work to shrug your jacket off, letting it fall to the floor. You can feel the wetness forming between your legs as his long fingers caress the bare skin of your waist.

Pulling his shirt up, your hands explore the lean muscles of his flawless skin. When you bite at his lip, he groans into your mouth and grinds his hardening cock against you.

Trailing his lips down your neck, “Tell me you want me. I need to hear it," he pleads.

“I want you, Aemond; I want you to fuck me,” you moan breathlessly.

With your words, the last shred of restraint either of you had disappeared. By the time the two of you reach his bedroom, both of you are half naked, leaving a trail of clothing and shoes along your path.

“Fucking gorgeous tits,” he mumbles against your hardend nipple before taking it into his hot mouth again, sucking eagerly. Your other breast is being cupped in his strong hand, his fingers teasing the delicate peak. “Perfect tits all for me,” he hums as he switches to begin lavishing the other with attention.

His loose braid is long undone, and your fingers are tangled in his silky, soft hair. You can’t resist the urge to bait him a little. “You think just ‘cause you lick it, it's yours?”

His eye immediately shoots up to your face, and you feel a rough hum against your skin. Backing you up until your legs bump into his bed, he playfully pushes you down on the mattress.

“Aemond?” You squeak as you see the evil gleam in his eye. Kneeling on the floor, he pulls your legs to the edge of the bed and presses his face between them, rubbing his nose over your covered clit and inhaling deeply.

Resting on your elbows, you watch him tug down your panties, leaving you naked. He pushes your thighs wide with his large hands, and you see him shamelessly stare at your soaking wet pussy. “Who made you this wet, princess?"

You let out a gasp as he flattens his tongue and licks the length of your slit, never taking his eye off you. “Mine now,” he says with that familiar smirk of his.

Giving him your best, not impressed look, “It’s gonna take more than that, Targaryen.” you reply sassily. You watch him stick out his long tongue and start flicking your clit, before placing his lips over your little bundle of nerves, alternating between sucking gently and swirling his tongue over it.

Before long, you fall back on the bed, closing your eyes and giving yourself over to the wonderful sensations his mouth creates. His lips and tongue move through your folds, teasing your entrance, before returning to your swollen bud. Every little whimper or sob he pulls from you seems to spur him on. Compared to your ex, Aemond is the pussy eating champ.

Finding a rhythm that has you moaning “Fuck, you’re good at this.” He swells with pride, determined to make you a quivering mess. He relentlessly applies just the right amount of pressure on the right spots again and again. Your world is nothing but sloppy, wet sounds coming from between your legs and the orgasm building deep inside you.

When you reach down to tangle your fingers in his hair, your nails rake his scalp, causing him to moan into your pussy. "Mmm, baby, I’m close..don’t stop,” as you start to grind your hips against his mouth. Before you know it, waves of ecstasy that have your toes curling are crashing through you,leaving you shaking and breathless.

Aemond stares at your quivering pussy, watching more wetness leak from you. “You never answered my question. “Who makes you this wet? Hmm?” 

Still blissed out from your orgasm, you gasp as he slides a long finger inside you. “You do, only you,” you whimper.

“That’s my pretty princess,” he coos as he adds a second finger, slowly dragging them in and out of you. “You gonna let me fuck this pretty pussy?”

‘Mmm yes,” While he rises from the floor, you move to the center of the bed, stretching contentedly and giving your legs a rest. You enjoy the sight of his erection straining against his boxers while he opens a drawer in his nightstand and pulls out a condom packet.

“Aemond, we can skip that if you want. I already got tested after the breakup; all good.

“I’m good too, promise," he says as he drops the condom back in the drawer. Lowering his boxers, he frees his hard cock. You wet your lips with the tip of your tongue at his perfect size while you watch him lazily stroke himself. Just looking at him makes your pussy clench; he’s the perfect blend of beauty and masculinity.

“Do you realize how fucking gorgeous you are?” You wonder aloud, your voice smokey with your arousal, taking in the glorious details of the sight before you. From his tousled hair falling past his shoulders to his defined, lean muscles and slim hips, you think he is a work of art.

His pale skin, already flush with his own desire, colors even more down to the tip of his beautiful, long shaft. Joining you on the bed, positioning himself so he is looming over the length of your body, he lowers down to kiss you, his hair falling in a silvery curtain around your head. You can taste yourself as he plunges his tongue past your teeth, deliciously invading your mouth.

Wrapping your arms around his waist and your hands on his back, you pull him closer, wanting to feel his weight on top of you. The soft hairs on his chest and legs tickle your sensitive skin, while his cock is hot and hard against you. You part your thighs wider to let him settle between them, curling a leg around his hip.

“You ready for my cock, pretty princess?” His voice is rough with his need to be inside you when he starts moving his length between your sensitive folds, coating himself with your slick wetness.

Nodding desperately, “Mmm, yes,” you murmur, ready to start writhing beneath him.

Finding your entrance, the head of his cock slowly pushes into you, making him hiss, and he doesn't stop until he can’t go any deeper. “Fuck, you're tight around me.” Slowly, he withdraws halfway before sliding back in and holding himself steady. Giving you a cocky grin, “I think you’re used to something smaller being in you.”

You know it’s true. You’ve never felt this full before, so wonderfully stretched. Your eyes go wider, and a moan escapes you when he gives a more forceful, deep thrust into you.

“Hmm, I’m right,” he smirks knowingly. His muscles flexing with each snap of his hips.

Sensing that he eats up praise the way he eats pussy, you’re happy to give him what he wants. “Fuck, you’re big; it feels so good.” Each time his cock hits that sweet spot inside you, a little jolt of exquisite pleasure goes through you, and you grip his hips harder, raking your nails along his skin.

“So beautiful.” He’s captivated by the sight of your tits bouncing as he pounds into you. “Taking all of me so well, princess.” He coos as he hooks an arm under your knee, the new angle causing more friction against your patch of nerves as he somehow picks up his pace.

“Close, so close,” you whimper. It’s not long before the tightened coil suddenly snaps, making you cum hard with an earth-shattering orgasm that leaves your body shaking.

Your pussy clenching around him starts to send him over his own edge. His balls tightening as he keeps fucking you through your climax. His release leaves him grunting and shuddering as his cock twitches and spurts hot cum deep inside you.

Both of you are left reeling as Aemond rolls off and flops on his side next to you. He gently gathers you into his arms, pulling you close and burying his face in your hair.

You can hear his soft hum of satisfaction, and you can feel his heartbeat against your hand on his chest as you lie in his arms, both of you trying to catch your breath.

“You good, princess?” He asks and gives you a soft kiss on your forehead with your contented sigh of "yes." Soon you both force yourselves from the too-comfortable bed to clean up. When you come out of the bathroom, Aemond gives you a soft, well-worn t-shirt to put on while he is already wearing gray sweatpants that hang low on his hips, no shirt, and his hair is up in a messy bun, earring a muttered, ”Slut,” from you.

“How come I call you princess, and apparently my nickname is 'Slut'? he teasingly asks.

“Awww, would you rather I call you ‘Prince Aemond'? You come back with mock sarcasm.

Grinning, “Prince Aemond, I like that.” Laughing when you roll your eyes at him, he heads to the kitchen for water and snacks for both of you.

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Hey, would you write something related to modern Aemond like: Aemond in high school is often excluded and harassed because he comes from a family considered strange and also because everyone has a view that he is strange. The reader is the only one who is kind to him and doesn't ignore him, and this is enough for Aemond to fall in love with the reader, despite never having had a real or very long conversation with her.

Additional: Aemond, despite maintaining a tough attitude, is extremely lacking in affection and is quite sensitive

This Is My First Ask So I Really Hope You Like It! The Characters are not in high school because i only write about adults but they will have originally met there. This got away from me a bit but I had a really good time writing it. I hope you enjoy!

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Modern Aemond X (Long Term Crush Reader)

Warnings Under The Cut

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Warnings:: Allusions to Bullying, Car sex, Unprotected sex, Pining. IDK i suck at these any suggestions please LMK

"Everything is perfect" You think to yourself as you get yourself ready for your morning shift at the local coffee shop, and as far as you are concerned it really is.

You graduated from Highschool a few months ago and were ready to start your life as an adult. You had gotten yourself a job at the local coffee shop as well as signed up for the Autumn Semester at the Beauty Academy in Manchester.

Makeup for the stars was your dream and with the acceptance to the academy you felt like you were well on your way to achieving that goal.

Your day starts off like any other. You walk into the coffee shop apron in hand and greet your Co-worker Floris. She was a very popular girl back in your high school and dated the local bad boy Cregan Stark on and off for years.

"Good Morning Floris" You smile sweetly at her as you make your way behind the counter.

"Morning" She sighs letting you know the Floris you get to interaact with today is going to be the moody Floris. Internally you sarcastically thank Cregan for breaking up with her yet again and leaving you to deal with her sullen disposition, but you being the ball of sunshine that you are try and bring up the mood with cheerful banter.

"Has it been busy today?" You attempt to make conversation hoping she will bite at the bit so you don't have to suffer through one of those awkward days where she is silent and brooding through almost the entirety of your shared shift.

"No" she answers short and curt. you briefly rub your fingers against your forehead, if you don't figure out how to get her into at least a little bit better of a mood this is going to be a very long annoying shift.

The bell over the door jingles signaling that a customer has entered the shop.

"its back" Floris says annoyed.

"Stop that" You scold as you look toward the door.

There he is, your most common customer. Aemond Targaryen. He has his long blonde hair tied back and his eye patch on. You never understood why he wears that outdated thing. He must think it adds to his mystery persona.

Aemond is a bit of an oddball. Never fit in much in school. He is after all a Targaryen. The fact that he lost an eye in some sort of childhood accident, made him that much more different than everyone else. Which around here, is never a good thing.

"Hey there Aemond, the usual?" you ask him, your typical bubbly demeanor on full display.

"Yes please"" his answers are always so short and void of emotion. never mean or aggressive just short and cold.

You smile at him happily while you prepare his usual black coffee with tons of sugar. How he drinks his coffee like this you will never understand.

You spoke to Aemond sparingly back in school, which although is most than other students, still wasn't much. You wouldn't say you are friends but you do hold a bit of an affinity for him.

He had a tough time. No one could deny that. He was ignored, ostracized. Not that he would ever let anyone know if that fact actually bothered him, you always assumed that it did. At least to some degree.

You hand him the coffee with a big smile on your face. He takes it from you and nods. Making his way to his usual table and pulling out his laptop.

"Why does he stay?" Floris whispers "It's weird"

You shoot her a pointed look. "It is not weird for someone to sit down and work in a coffee shop, actually, it's quite common. Kindness isn't difficult. you should try it"

"You are aware their family tree doesn't have quite enough branches right?" Floris says while chuckling.

"A lot of royal families have that .... kind of history, they are descendants of royalty. Its been like what? 100 generations or something? Don't you think it's time for a new plot point?"

Floris sighs "He's just .... weird"

You roll your eyes and can't help but glance over at the mysterious man. Watching him type away on his laptop and staring at his side profile. If he wasn't the silent brooding type or a Targaryen the girls at school probably would have been all over him. He is obviously handsome with a jaw line that could cut diamonds. Its that icy chill around him and that albatross of a last name that had him shunned.

As your shift continues you occasionally glance over at him. His coffee long gone but still he stays typing away as other customers come and go.

"What do you think he's working on?" you wonder out loud

"Some version of the Targaryen anarchists cookbook i'm sure..... "

You sigh and roll your eyes again. Why could no one seem to look at the man himself instead of his family? Instead of the eye patch? It seemed so cruel.

"Do you mind if I head out 20 minutes early? Cregan wants to talk" she starts putting her jacket on before you even respond.

"Yeah that's fine, Sara and Jace should be here any minute anyway."

You watch as she quickly gathers her things running out of the shop. You tap your fingers on the counter. The shop is now empty save for Aemond typing away on his laptop.

"Hey Aemond?" You practically yell across the shop. He looks up at you furrowing his brows but doesn't say anything.

"You want a muffin or something?" you offer holding up a double chocolate muffin and wiggling it back an forth.

He simply shakes his head returning his focus back to the laptop in front of him. you sigh as you come to the conclusion that it is going to be a long and boring 20 minutes before second shift shows up.

Probably five minutes before Sara and Jace are due to arrive the downpour starts.

"oh well isn't that grand" you mumble to yourself.

You have been trying to save up for a car. Your parents couldn't afford to buy you one at the present time, and with the wages earned at the coffee shop it would most likely take the entire summer for you to save up enough so you walked to and from work. This typically wasn't a big deal since you lived close by but torrential rain always made the experience a lot less pleasant.

Jace comes running in soaked to the bone.

"Please tell me you just ran a mile and not just 5 seconds from the car park?" the grimace on your face outwardly showing how you are feeling

"Nah this is the 2 second walk from the car park it's serious out there right now!" he laughs while he shakes his hair off.

He comes around the back of the counter.

"He's here again huh? I could ask him to stop?" Jace whispers

"No, he's fine, he has a coffee works on whatever and then he goes."

"He always comes at the beginning of your shift and leaves at the end of it. You don't think that is a little weird?"

"Isn't he like your cousin or something? I would think that you would be nicer" you take off your apron and hold it in your hands.

"uncle, and we're not close" Jace heads to the backroom trying to dry himself off. "When sara gets here, I'm sure she won't mind running the store alone a few minutes so's I can drop you off"

"No, I'm ok. Just a little rain, Heard rainwater is good for your hair" You chuckle to yourself. "Bye Jace"

Jace waves as you head out the door of the shop and the second you get outside you can't believe how hard it is raining.

"Let me take you." Aemonds cool voice comes from behind you.

"Oh!" you jump and turn around his face, still as stone looking at you awaiting your answer.

"Thanks, that would be very kind" You decide to accept his offer. Firstly, it is downpouring and you really don't want to ruin your shoes and second, he can't escape you in a tiny car. He will have to finally speak.

The two of you run over to his Porsche. Of course he would have a Porsche.

"I'm getting your seat wet, i'm so sorry" you blurt out the moment the two of you are in the car.

"Don't worry about it" He turns the car on and turns on the heat.

"Thank you for this." You smile at him hoping he will look over at you.

Instead he just nods and puts the car in reverse backing out of the parking space.

You don't even tell him where you live but he pulls out front of your building anyway.

"Ummm.... how did you?"

"I dropped you off junior year after your friend ditched you."

"Right, I forgot about that" you scratch the back of your neck and purse your lips but don't make a move towards getting out of the car.

"Why do you come see me?" you look directly at him.

"What?" His voice sounds a bit defensive

"I'm not bothered by it. Really, I'm just curious"

"I like coffee." He answers as he turns his head toward you.

"No. it's something else. C'mon tell me" you flutter your lashes and give him a puppy dog look, no one can withstand your puppy dog look.

He chuckles and rolls his neck. "I remember"

This peaks your interest "Remember what?"

He sighs "I remember every single time you talked to me, looked at me, walked by me and waved. Hell, i remember when you held the door open for me. twice"

Your breath catches in your throat.

"I'm not crazy and i'm not a stalker i swear" he rubs his collar bone nervously. "it's just..... you were my salvation. The one person who didn't run from me or sneer at me or judge me and hate me" he grips the steering wheel tightly.

you reach over and gently rub his knuckles as they turn white. he takes a deep breath in at the skin to skin contact.

"So in other words.... you miss me?" You ask with a tiny smile and a blush on your cheeks.

"yeah, if you wanna make it simple i guess that would be the right term for it"

"How much?" Your voice drops from your sweet and kind persona, to a more sultry sound.

Aemond catches this right away. "Umm.... what?"

you get up on the seat, on your knees and lean over the center console. getting up close to his ear. "How much did you miss me? Like, was it driving you crazy?" You place your hand on his shoulder tracing your finger along his neck "Keeping you up at night?"

his breath comes out in unsteady huffs "You really shouldn't"

"Hmmm?"

"I will not be able to control myself if you keep that up" he grips the steering wheel tighter and suddenly the situation in this car had changed completely.

You were no longer teasing him to get a rise and reaction out of him. Him stating he wouldn't be able to control himself lit a fire in you. You felt this urge to push him there. A burning pooling in your belly you were not going to ignore. No, just this once you were going to indulge.

You lean over further bringing your mouth to his ear. "Maybe I want to see it"

He bites his bottom lip, then grabs your face pressing his lips against yours harshly. Lust and desperation apparent in his kiss. His hand slides up the back of your neck to the base of your head holding you close as he continues to devour you. Like a man starved.

Before your brain has even caught up to what is happening he grips your thigh harshly pulling you over the center console and into his lap. he quickly grabs your hips pushing you down into him as his tongue continues to explore your mouth.

"I've dreamt of this for ages" he whispers as he kisses and nibbles along your jawline making you purr contently. Being wanted this bad is the biggest turn on you have ever experienced.

You roll your hips against him chasing that pressure. When he feels this he growls and pushes your core against him as he ruts up against you.

"I have to have it." He begs with a breathy sigh "Gods please i have to"

You unbuckle your khakis and slide them off your legs giggling at the slight gymnastics you have to perform in order to get them off. Once they are off you drop back onto his lap and he runs his hands up your back pulling you tight up against him. His mouth finds yours again as his slips his hand between your thighs and slides a finger inside of you.

"I knew you would be perfect, I fuckin knew it" He groans as he adds a second finger pumping in and out of you slowly. he hooks his finger finding that spot inside of you that sends you to ecstasy. You close your eyes and roll your head back moving your hips rhythmically against his hand.

"oh god, oh god!" You squeal as he brings you over the edge, you clenching around his fingers. He immediately unfastens his jeans sliding them down to his thighs and pulling you over him.

"is this ok?" He asks gripping your hips tightly

You nod and he pushes your hips down sliding himself into you slowly. he makes a noise somewhere between a gasp and a growl as you sink down onto him.

"This ain't gonna last long darlin" he grunts as he thrusts up into you. He bites down on your shoulder as he pulls you down over him over and over thrusting up into you at the same time. He rubs your pearl with his thumb as he quickens his pace.

Jaw slack and eyes like dinnerplates he watches as you come done a second time and groans

"Where? Where?" He whines "Fuck"

"I'm on birth control it's fine" You bite his bottom lip "Go ahead"

"Fuck! Ok Ok Fuck" He slams your hips down onto him three more times before his body tenses and squeezes your hips so tight you think your bones may snap.

you rest your forehead on his shoulder as the both of you regulate your breathing.

"Thank god it's fucking pouring" You giggle.

"Yeah, that was a bit mental wasn't it?" he laughs while breathing heavily and running his fingers through your hair.

You flop back over to the passengers seat and start pulling your trousers back on.

"See you at the coffee shop tomorrow?" you ask as you clasp the button.

"Always" he smiles back at you.

"Good, cuz i think I may need another ride..... " you giggle

"Really? you live so close" He teases back

"Who said I wanted to go home?" you wink at him as you hope out of the car. "See you tomorrow"

You shut the door and head inside with a huge grin on your face.

"Ok ... NOW everything is perfect"

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Like A Dream

Tom Bennett X (Pregnant Wife Reader)

Warnings after the cut

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Based on THIS request

Banners by @arcielee

A/N: Writing this came so naturally to me. I had my daughter young and was looking my best right before I got pregnant, so I used personal experience for this one 🥰 also I did an abnormal amount of research regarding the rarity of grapes during this time period and how special it would be for someone to find them available for purchase 🤣🤣

Warnings:: Body Dysmorphia, pregnancy, minor depression,smut, oral sex (F receiving)

"You alright love?" Your husband asks from his place on the sofa as you walk through the front door.

You sigh. "Yes, Tom," you carry the few bags with food you picked up from the market and place them on the kitchen counter.

Ever since Tom found out you were pregnant, he fawns over you. He hates the idea of you lifting a finger in your delicate condition. The problem? You are a very independent person and like your freedom.

"Not too convincing." he rises from the couch and goes to the counter, peeking through the bags to see what you bought.

"Mmmm, they had grapes!" He plucks a grape off the vine and pops it into his mouth.

"Tom!" You playfully hit his arm."They should be washed first! You don't know who had their hands all over em before I bought em!"

"I survived war, love." He leans his back against the counter. "Don't think a grape is gonna do me in when bombs couldn't"

"Yeah, well, they can still make ya sick, and I'm already sick every morning. Can't have the two of us going. " You huff and sit down in one of the old creaky wooden chairs that sit around the scuffed up second-hand table you successfully purchased off a neighbor about a year ago.

"Hey...." He leans down towards you and pushes your hair back. "You're tired and stressed, darlin. Let me take care of this, yeah?"

"I can do it." You grumble, annoyed, and try to pull yourself from the seat, but your near end of term pregnancy belly made standing an incredibly challenging endeavor.

Tom gives you a stern look. "More stubborn than I am." He gives you that cheeky smile, and you playfully roll your eyes.

"That's not possible" Tom is the most stubborn person on the planet as far as you were concerned and you know for a fact that even on your worst day you couldn't possibly be more stubborn than the man you married.

"Ah! I always knew ya married me for my looks." He wiggles his eyebrows at you as he unloads the groceries.

"What can I say? You got me with those blue eyes, and that smile." You look at him lovingly. You married him for a million reasons. He had pursued you relentlessly for weeks before you finally caved and went out with him. You didn't have any reason you made him wait other than thoroughly enjoying watching him try to convince you of something you already wanted desperately.

"Thank God for my parents! They gave me the good stuff!" He chuckles loudly, and you watch him in awe. Tom had this aura about him. He exudes confidence. Tom is handsome. He knows it, and he embraces it. You hardly ever see him without a smile on his face, and he takes almost nothing seriously.

You sigh to yourself as you move to try and pull yourself out of the chair again. Pregnancy is a magical thing. You know this. You feel it, yet you can't help the way it has you feeling about the body it leaves behind.

Your face is fuller. Something people have been complimenting you on, yet you hate it. Your hips are wider, and your already plump thighs have somehow grown bigger.

The discomfort with the changes in your body started gradually, but as you near the end of your pregnancy, less and less do you like what stares back at you in the mirror.

The tears start to well up in your eyes as you fight a losing battle to hold them back.

"Hey..hey! What is going on, love?" Tom crouches before you cupping your cheeks on either side of your face. He furrows his brows in obvious concern. "Talk to me," he gently rubs his thumb against your cheekbone. His heart breaks a little as he looks into your tear filled eyes. Upset with himself that you are this sad, and he didn't notice until now.

You take in a shakey breath and look at him with despair. "I'm a terrible mum, and the baby isn't even here yet." The flood gates break open, and tears finally start to pour down your face.

"W-why... why would you say that?" He scootches closer to you, placing his hands on either side of your thighs and rubbing his hands up and down.

"I should be happy! A good mother would be happy, but..." The tears are pouring out of your face now, the sadness, guilt, and shame bubbling over and making you feel like you have lost complete control over your emotional state.

"But what, sweetheart?" He drops down to his knees, pushing himself between your legs while he continues to caress your thighs. "You can talk to me, oh darlin, please talk to me."

"I ... I ... I ... I hate it!" You start to sob your face in your hands. "I'm tired, everything aches, it's difficult to move, and all that would be bearable if .... if i didn't look so disgusting now"

"Disgusting??" Tom balks at the statement. "Someone say something to you?" His face contorts in anger. "Was that Mike arse three doors down, wasn't it?" Tom nearly growls. "That's about how much he hates me nothing to do with you, darlin. I'll go sort him." Tom shoots up quickly, tossing on his jacket.

"TOM!" You screech just as he is about to fly out the front door, most likely to rearrange Mike's face. Mike and Tom do not like each other it is certainly not a secret in your neighborhood. Yet Mike has never been anything but pleasant to you. After all, his issue was with Tom, and he wasn't going to take that out on you for simply being Tom's wife.

"No one said anything to me, I have eyes! And a mirror! I can see it clearly for myself!" His heart shatters completely when he hears the crack in your voice, his jaw drops, and he wants to retort but quickly stops himself. The priority is you. He needs to take care of you, so as aggravated as he is, he softens his features and turns back to you.

He drops his jacket on the back of one of the other kitchen chairs and takes your hand. "Let's get you into bed, you need rest" You sniffle and nod as he places your hand in his, while gently holding your lower back with the other making sure to get you out of the chair in the most comfortable way possible.

Once you're up and walking, he wraps an arm around you, gently leading you up the stairs and into the bedroom . He helps you get into the bed, raising your legs and sliding them in before crawling in next to you, his face directly across from yours as you both lay on your side facing each other.

"Thank you," your whisper is gentle with a hint of lingering sadness as he reaches over and caresses right under your eye with his thumb.

"You. are. beautiful." He moves closer to you and puts his forehead against yours "Always".

You chuckle slightly. "You are a good husband, Tom Bennett." You lean forward and kiss him gently.

He pulls back from you, cupping your face in his hands. "Look at me"

You look him directly in the eyes. Yours are still a bit watery, so you try to blink back the tears.

"You. are. beautiful." He repeats."You are always beautiful, don't you ever forget that. Big, pregnant, bald even, you are always beautiful"

You giggle and sigh. "You're too good to me"

"Aven't been good enough love. Or you wouldn't feel like this. " He kisses you softly but deeply while gently rolling you onto your back.

"Been neglectin' ya. Work and allat." He kisses down your neck."I'll make it up."

You hum contentedly and place your hand on the back of his head. Arousal builds up in your core, but you're so tired you don't know if you have it in you right now.

"Don't know if I have the energy for this right now." You chuckle as you close your eyes, just enjoying the feeling of him on your neck.

"Just lie back and relax. This is all about you"

He moves down your body, placing a delicate kiss to your belly before pushing your dress up around your hips.

"Oh Tom, you don't have to do this." You say as he pulls your knickers down your legs.

" I wish I did have to do it. Wish it was an everyday requirement, but I guess I have to settle for doing it when you'll let me. " He brings his hands to your heat, pushing your legs out wider.

"Stunning site, really,"

"Tom!" You chuckle and reach down to give him a whack, but he catches your hand and holds it.

He licks a stripe straight up your center. Your hand squeezes his tight, letting him know the pleasure that is building up.

He gently flicks your bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue, bringing his free hand to your hip and rubbing circles there with his thumb.

You involuntarily move your hips, desperate for more friction. "You're supposed to be relaxin," he taunts

He returns to your clit swallowing it whole and sucking on it harshly while rolling his tongue over it.

"Oh god, Tom!" You can't help but yell out, your hips taking on a mind of their own as you move against his face.

He smiles against you as he releases your clit nudging it with his nose as he travels lower lapping up your juices before sticking his tongue inside.

Your eyes fly open as you look at the ceiling above you, panting harshly. If someone asked you your name right now, you wouldn't even know the answer. Your head is completely empty of everything, save for the pleasure you are experiencing.

His brings his hand off your hip, the other still grasping your hand tightly. He rubs at your clit with his thumb as he fucks you with his tongue.

"Ahhh. Ahh!" You squeeze his hand tightly as you writhe against his face, getting closer and closer to sweet release.

His hand and tongue switch places as he slides two fingers into you while sucking on your engorged nerve.

"Oh my god, Tom, I can't. I can't!" You don't know what you can't do. You just know that you can't.

He pulls back momentarily. " Oh yes, you can love, and ya will"

He brings his face back to your heat moving it from side to side over your clit while he increases the speed of his fingers.

Everything that happens now is automatic. Your legs lift up and squeeze his head as you arch your back and gasp for air as a title wave of pleasure washes over you.

Tom gives you a few more kitten licks as you ride out your high and stops when you start to twitch.

he crawls back up next to you and flops on his back, panting. "You're. .....beautiful.... don't.... ever... doubt .... that" he rolls onto his side and gazes at your face. "Promise me"

"I promise I'll try Tom." He knows that is the best answer he is going to get out of you so he just smiles.

"While we're talking about promises, I need you to make just one more tiny promise," he grins at you cheekily, sliding his body over so he is right up against yours.

"What?"

He takes your hand and places it over the massive bulge in his trousers

"That you'll help me with this"

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Wow! Thank you for mentioning me amongst such talented writers! 🥰🥰

𝐄𝐳𝐫𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 — 𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐬 (𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝)

This post compiles the talented writers and wonderful stories I've either read and loved, or that have been recommended to me for Aemond Targaryen.

They are sorted by author, then title, in alphabetical order.

Updated 04/27

Anjelica @anjelicawrites

You Can Never Leave (oneshot, dark aemond, reader)

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Annikin @annikin-annotates

Lady of the Lake (oneshot, siren reader)

Within a Wing Beat (series, winged reader)

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Arcie @arcielee

Ours Never Knew Peace (oneshot, stark reader)

She Walks in Starlight (series, hades and persephone au)

The Sapphire Prince (series, stark OC)

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Bella @thekinslayed

Forget Me Not (oneshot, wife reader)

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Gee @humanpurposes

Sweet Dreams (oneshot, sandman au)

We're Born at Night (series, targaryen OC)

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Hagi @flowerandblood

The Evening Star (two parts, hades and persephone au)

The Gate of Salvation (series, young pope au)

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Lana @zaldritzosrose

To Tame a Wolf (series, stark OC)

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Laura @targaryen-dynasty

And Now I See Daylight (oneshot, niece reader)

Rewrite the Stars (oneshot, baratheon reader)

Serenity (oneshot, wife reader)

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Liv @targaryenrealnessdarling

A Duet of Fire and Fate (series, cellist au)

The Beast of the Endness (oneshot)

The Green Prince (oneshot, bluebeard au)

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Lyn @aemonds-fire

Lady, Wife, Whore, Woman (oneshot, regent aemond, married reader)

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Martha @marthawrites

Darkened Corridors (oneshot, female reader)

Leather and Silver (oneshot, wife reader)

Red Lions and Hidden Dragons (oneshot, lannister reader)

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Miranda @moris-auri

An Epitome of Grace (series, female OC)

A Sermon on Desire (oneshot, female OC)

Diamonds on the Water (oneshot, female reader)

Time Is But a Paper Moon (oneshot, fae aemond, female reader)

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Philomena @huramuna

The Calico Bastard (series, strong OC)

Beware the Sapphire Peak (series, crimson peak au)

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Jess @thought--bubble

In Need Of an Heir (series, baratheon reader)

Mine to Claim (oneshot, commoner reader)

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Jo @sapphire-writes

A Song of Flames & Fury (series, baratheon OC)

Dragon's Bane (series, niece reader)

Our Last Summer (series, modern au, female reader)

Winter Rose (oneshot, stark reader)

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Justine @theoneeyedprince

Of Blood and Fire (series, velaryon oc)

Ripped Away (oneshot, female reader)

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Sam @randomdragonfires

Moon Song (oneshot, female reader)

Pieces of a Woman (oneshot, female reader)

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Sarah @aemondsbabe

Come What May (oneshot, baratheon reader)

Claimant (oneshot, sister reader)

The Gods and Everyone (oneshot, female reader)

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Vanessa @happilyhertale

Emerald Eyes (oneshot, female reader)

Everlasting Love (oneshot, female reader)

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Zae @ladystarksneedle

A Fall from Grace (series, hightower OC)

The Eye of Envy (oneshot, female reader)

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

If you would like to recommend me your work or someone else's, you can tag me or send me a link in my inbox.

#Sylasthegrim recs #Aemond recs #omg i cant believe im on this