slightlyaboveaverageiq

[slightlyaboveaverageiq]

Im the person who sent in the last ask about praising ur smut and since u said general thoughts/requests are fine so I come with a request! Id love something smut with aemond, you can even do a part 2 with your latest aemond work! I think that would work well, and if it's not too crazy maybe breeding kink for heirs yknow

Thank you for your ask. Requests are always well-appreciated, no matter if they are vague or too detailed.

Sweet Girl

Aemond Targaryen x Sister-Wife!Reader

Read Part One here

He was the storm that was feared by everyone, and she was the thunderclap that followed him with a morbid curiosity for chaos

The new King has a new Queen Consort. The royal couple—the newest envy of every man and woman. But little do they know of the chaos that follows them out of the Small Council chambers to their rooms—and sometimes even in the Small Council chambers.

Warnings:- MDNI, 18+ content, Targcest, Sort of Exhibition Kink, Breeding kink, Fingering, PiV, Fingering, Unprotected sex (wrap it before tap it), Dirty talking, Aemond being unhinged, Nicknames

Word Count: 2.2k

Aemond was only a single second’s patience away from slamming someone’s head into the table that acted as the centre piece of the Small Council’s chamber—much in the manner that Criston Cole had done during the meeting immediately after his father’s death. The table was the sole place where the realm’s most crucial and powerful decisions were made, the future of the realm was fabricated carefully by the most cunning of minds.

The debate had been going on for far too long—far too lacklustre to keep the King was yawning almost unnoticeable into his fist while his gaze swept over every lord that now sat his table—all loyal to him, either by oath or by fear. He didn’t mind either, though oath could be broken. Fear? Now, that was forever embedded in someone’s mind.

House Frey was proving to be hard to bend the knee. Their demands stood high, and for a moment, the One-Eyed King thought of burning the whole house down and be done with the matter for all. But then, his sister’s cunning yet soft voice whispered in the ears of his mind, telling him to keep his calm and to treat the fragile political bonds of the realm with care—especially, now when everything can fall apart by only a little mistake.

The realm is moistened mud, she had said the other day, explaining carefully to him the reason to not deal with anything too harshly. Because treating wet mud with force leads not to formation of anything but disruption—and the House of the Dragon, or what was left of it, could not afford any new rebellions or civil wars anymore.

“We shall discuss these matters tomorrow now, my lords.” Aemond blinked at the firm command by his sister-wife, biting back a half smirk as the lords of the Great Houses looked at her startled, clearly taken aback at being dismissed by a Queen Consort.

Never before had a Queen sat in the Council meetings were it not for ill health of the King, not at least after the era of the Conqueror. But that had changed now, because the One-Eyed King would not reduce his fiery wife to a mere showpiece for the court. Instead, he was supplying air to that fire, letting it grow and dance in the rhythms of a music only she could hear. All while he watched with pride, and a glass of wine.

The lords of the Small Council had turned to him, expecting a word of protest but all they received was a dismissive nod. He didn’t acknowledge him apart from that, his gaze focused on the way his sweet sister reclined in the chair on his right. Her silver hair, braided and adorned by small silver dragons, glistened under the candlelight that flickered around the room. Her eyes—so identical to his—watched him back with a sly smile and a crooning voice.

“See something that intrigue you, your grace?”

His gaze traveled down from the sly smile on her plump lips to the slope of her neck, bared by the low cut of her dress’s neckline that dipped just enough to provide him with a peak of what laid beneath the velvet fabric that wrapped her perfectly—hiding the picturesque view of her bare skin that he had indulged in since that evening in his study.

Their mother would frown up the thought if she ever found out. But how could he resist her when she looked as she did that night and then every night that he could count. Long hair, so identical to his but only more curled, left loose and out of their intricate designs. Muscles relaxed and breaths deep, accentuating the curve of her bosom hidden from his eye under the fabrics of green. Lips curled in a perfect smirk that sent blood right down his trousers.

She was perfect in a manner that was hard to explain to anyone—to put her beauty into words was to limit her beauty to there.

To the realm, she was the Queen Consort whose prophecy had shaken the roots of the royal family. But to him, she was his sweet girl—the very same that begged to be fucked prettily almost every night, who let him indulge in whatever dark fantasies his mind could conjure, who moaned loud enough to wake the entire Maegor’s Keep when he nestled deep into her folds, or the one who pleaded to him to breed her like a good wife she was.

Aemond felt his breeches tightening as his mind brought up the images of the last night and the night before it, and the one before it. The sweet tears of overwhelming pleasure that rolled down her cheeks. The broken moans and the hoarse voice from screaming his name with every orgasm that wrecked through her perfect body. The purple marks that he had gifted her, staking his claim over and over in form of his release inside her and the budding bruises that were carefully hid beneath her dress and jewellery.

“Come here, sweet girl,” he growled, his gaze darkening with uncontrollable desire.

The Queen Consort only raised an eyebrow, her gaze flitting over to the four King’s Guard that stood unflinching yet quiet nervously near the double doors. She had no problem in indulging her husband in herself, quite the opposite—but not with their guards trying to act like they weren’t seeing anything.

Aemond only smirked, waving his hand to dismiss the four guards who quickly turned on their feet, opening the door and marching out before closing it behind them. The silence that followed was thick enough to be cut by the Valyrian steel that laid on the table with a quiet reverence. The blade that once belonged to Aegon the Conqueror—now had a new owner in the One-Eyed King.

His wife watched him quietly, sitting up a bit straighter before she finally followed his old order. Her dress fluttered around her feet as she stood up, cautiously approaching him with her hands intertwined in front of herself.

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes, wife?” It was a rhetorical question, one delivered with an all-knowing smirk and casual arrogance of a man self-assured. His fingers drummed against the wood, eye watching her with an intensity that had her shying away despite that not being in her nature at all. His other hand—the one closer to her—snaked around her waist once she was close enough, pulling her closer until his breath fanned over the exposed skin right above the curve of her tits.

She gasped his name, her hands flying to hold her balance, fingers dipping into his broad shoulders. His fingers dung into the fabric clinging to her waist, tasting the feel of it beneath his fingertips—savouring it.

“Someone might interrupt,” she whispered, breathlessly. Her own light eyes had darkened but she was practising more restrain than her husband—only she didn’t know that he was far too gone and won’t listen to any reason she might have.

“Then let them.” The growl followed by him standing up to his full height had her breath hitching, bodies pressed against each other, restrained by the suffocating clothes that felt too warm against their heated skin. His head tilted down, lips trailing the delicate curve of her ear before his teeth sank into it, drawing out a surprised whimper that echoed in the silent room.

He walked her backwards until the back of her thighs brushed against the edge of the Small Council table. His hands had ventured on their own task, exploring the curves he had memorised all too well in the past few weeks, tugging at the dress that covered the most delicious of her parts.

Slowly, one of his hand pushed up the hem of her dress, pushing her to lean more on the table while his feet hooked on the insides of her legs, pulling them apart to give him easier access to her most intimate part—the one that belonged to him and him alone.

His hand slipped in, gathering the wetness that had gathered in between her thighs, a slow smug smirk tugging on his lips while he trailed down kisses over the expanse of her neck, whispering huskily, “so perfect for me, little sister. All made for me.” She only moaned in response, buckling against his hand while her knees weakened.

“Ae-Aemond, please…” she begged, but for what she didn’t know. Maybe for him to stop teasing, or for him to continue to torture her, to slowly bring her closer and closer to release before deprive her of the peak that shatters her completely.

He bit down on her neck, right above the place where her pulse thrummed in anticipation of what was to come for sure. She clung to him—desperate and wanting the climax only he could bring her to—begging with her wide eyes.

Gone was the Realm’s Oleander and in her place was Aemond’s sweet girl. The one who listened to every little noise he made and was made to please him.

“Turn around, wife.”

She gulped, body weak from his ministrations but thrumming with excitement as she did what he demanded on shaking legs. He towered over her from behind, his hand gently pushing her forward, bending her over the table where the realm’s future was dangled on thread on daily basis. The thrill of it sent a shiver down her spine, straight to her glistening core while her chest heaved against the tight confines of her dress.

Aemond reached down, fingers curling into the deep green of her dress and pushing it up to her hips, baring her damp folds to the cool air of the Small Council’s chamber. The little whine that echoed in the room fell on deaf ears while his one hand moved to rub circles on her clit while the other loosened the laces of his breeches, pushing them down enough to pull out his hand and angry length.

Two of his long fingers entered her slowly, a groan leaving his lips as her walls welcomed the digits home, sucking them in like they belonged there—which they did. He started to thrust them in and out, drawing heavy pants and little moans while she begged for more greedily. But the One-Eyed King was in a generous mood and decided not to prolong her torture.

Removing his fingers from her warmth, his wrapped them around his cock, coating them with her own wetness before he moved closer to her. The mushroom head of his length pushed past the plush and wet folds, straight into the embrace of her warm walls that hugged his length desperately. His hands found her hips, pushing back the hem of her dress to watch the bare flesh of her ass against his pelvis.

A groan echoed through the room, obscene noises following as he started to move inside her. Her fingers clung to the table in order to find some purchase while the intensity of his thrusts rocked it altogether.

“So tight, so wet…all for me, sweet girl?” One of his hand moved from her bare hips, travelling up to find her hair and fist them before tugging up at them. His other hand loosened the laces holding her dress together, baring a sliver of skin of her back.

She nodded, unable to form words or coherent thoughts in her mind, but a harsh tug of her hair had her whimpering out the answer. “Yes…yes, all for you.”

The smug grin on his face was hard to wipe out as he hastily pulled down her dress from the top, baring her full tits that brushed against the table with every thrust, nipples pebbled by the stimulation.

“Ae-Aemond,” she squeaked as he pounded hard into her, wet noises filling the air between growled out words and moaned pleas.

“I will breed you so well, little sister.” He punctuated with a rough thrust that had her gasping for breath, one of her hand moving down to cup his. Her walls clenched at his words, making him chuckle breathlessly as he leaned over her—his clothed chest brushing against her scarcely bare back.

His hot breath fanned the side of her face, growling filthy words into her ear.

“You will look so good, all round and full with my child in you. Your pretty tits overflowing with milk for our son. Your puffy cunt welcoming for me and him.”

Her lips parted in silent scream, the knot in her lower stomach close to snapping. She begged him to go faster, to breed her like she was supposed to be, and he complied without any hesitation.

A loud moan filled the room as she came, but Aemond didn’t stop. Instead, he was chasing his own high, while his mind conjured up images of her, round and desperate for him while carrying his heir in her stomach. That image alone, mixed with her loud noises were enough for him to come inside her, filling her fertile womb with his potent release.

A part of him hoped that his seed takes place, but another one, a selfish, darker part of him hoped not. After all, that gave him just more opportunity to breed his sweet, little wife.

[slightlyaboveaverageiq]

Filthy, Obedient Bastard — Aemond Targaryen.

— summary: As soon as the meeting was over, Aemond rested his chin on the hand again and let himself be entertained by the sight of his wife kneeling on the floor, face flushed and tears staining the cheeks, just waiting for a command from Aemond. Your uncle, your husband, your Prince Regent.

— pairing: Aemond Targaryen x niece-wife!reader

— type: smut, dark

— word count: 1.2k

— tags/warnings: female!reader, dark Prince Regent!Aemond Targaryen, DEAD DOVE: DO NO EAT, Targcest (uncle/niece), dubcon, rough sex, dry humping, boot humping, oral sex (male receiving), deepthroating, degradation, underage sex (no specific mention of reader's age tho), face slapping, spanking, dacryphilia, sadism, dom!Aemond, sub!reader, marriage of convenience, toxic relationship, manipulation, free use, minor Green Council members/reader, cowgirl position, vaginal sex, public sex, creampie, past Aegon II Targaryen/reader, past Aemond Targaryen/Helaena Targaryen/reader, past Alicent Hightower/reader, kinda Lucemond too, mentioned rape/non-con, mentioned Aemond Targaryen/Lucerys Velaryon, mentioned uncle/nephew incest, consensual infidelity, reader is Lucerys' twin sister and she has dark hair, mild angst, open ending, canon divergence, porn with plot. no use of y/n, english is not my first language.

❥ Aemond masterlist • HOTD masterlist

— author's notes: This one-shot is based on an anon horny thought that I received here on Tumblr... AND OMFFFFFG IT WAS SOOOOO GOOD TO WRITE ABOUT 🥵🥵 I admit that I'm a free use whore for Aemond anyway

— crossposting: AO3

❥ about me • main masterlist

Aemond’s face remained stoic as he listened to the stupid war strategies the Green Council had to suggest. Nothing sounded pleasing to his ears, no idea seemed clever enough to ensure they were ahead of any attack Rhaenyra might be planning.

Putting his back of hand under his chin to try to focus a little more, Aemond frowned when the whimpering noises began to grow louder throughout the room. The Prince Regent snorted, turning his head to the side to watch his niece-wife riding some random Council lord's cock as if your poor life depended on it.

“Be quieter, you are distracting us.” Aemond growled at the little girl, who nodded with flushed cheeks, biting your lower lip and stifling the sounds that wanted to escape. Perhaps due to both pain and guilty pleasure.

Your palms leaned on your own thighs, bouncing on the man's lap and feeling your cunt all swollen and red from being used and abused by any of the lords or knights there who asked Aemond to.

Aemond watched the act with a sick mix of satisfaction and possessiveness. The lord's hand began to caress your clit in a way that was not as pleasurable as your uncle-husband knew how to do, but it was still better than nothing. It was still better than simply standing there listening to Aemond plan strategies to kill your mother and your entire family.

As the man pulled his cock out and released his disgusting seed against your back and ass, Aemond smirked at Alicent, who was sitting very close, trying to ignore the sight of Rhaenyra's daughter being passed around to yet another lord without even being able to prepare yourself first.

"Perhaps you should have your turn with her again someday, Mother." The Prince Regent sneered at the Dowager Queen, whose face soon transformed into a look of shock and shame.

"Thank you for the suggestion, Your Grace, but I prefer to decline your offer." Alicent replied to her son, going back to biting her cuticles.

As soon as the meeting was over, Aemond rested his chin on the hand again and let himself be entertained by the sight of his wife kneeling on the floor, face flushed and tears staining the cheeks, just waiting for a command from Aemond. Your uncle, your husband, your Prince Regent.

Gods, your mother would be so disappointed if she saw her daughter becoming such a submissive and pathetic girl, being treated like a toy by practically all the Greens. Aemond had forced you to suck on what little was left of Aegon's cock, watching with sadistic amusement while he saw his brother suffering from having his burned manhood being licked by you. He had forced you to have sex with Helaena together with him, a false excuse to try to help his sweet older sister deal with the grief of the loss of her son. Even Alicent, who detested the disgusting and sinful acts of her dear son, had already used you — because Aemond would rather his mother be distracted by you than continue to whine about Rhaenyra like a weak woman.

In any case, you had become a disgrace to your family of origin. An obedient lapdog for the Prince Regent.

"Come here..." Aemond gestured with his hand, before patting his thigh. You were about to stand up, grateful to be able to give your aching knees a rest, but Aemond stopped that with a growl. "Come here on your knees, you whore."

You nodded quickly, whimpering and kneeling again, getting on all fours to get closer to your uncle-husband, crawling like a baby until you were finally in front of his chair, wide eyes with fear.

Aemond remembered very well when you were born. King Viserys dragged him, Helaena and Aegon to Rhaenyra's chambers. The Princess had two babies in her arms... You and Lucerys. He had only been five at the time, and yet he could not help but grimace when he saw that neither of the newborns were silver-haired. Meanwhile, Helaena seemed happy to finally have a niece, and Aegon was focused on teasing his younger sister and telling her dirty things about how babies were made.

Aemond had never really wanted to marry you, a bastard girl with dark hair. It had been the only way Viserys could see to make up for his son’s loss of eye, and at first Aemond had been repelled by the idea of having you as his future wife. Where would be the beneficial part about marrying Rhaenyra's offspring?

It sure sounded like a terrible solution, until Aemond became Prince Regent and realized that Alicent had been right when she said it would not be long before you completely submitted to him. You were too young, almost as innocent as a child when you married him, months before Aegon usurped your mother's throne and Aemond killed your twin brother. And yet... You submitted to him without blinking twice.

"Look at the mess you have made." The Prince Regent clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, noticing the trail of cum that dripped from your two holes when you crawled towards him.

"My apologies, Your Grace..." You whined right after his palm hit your face once, only to be slapped again, three more times without giving you some time to breathe.

Four slaps. Four slaps burning your cheek, just like your cunt was aching after being abused during the entire Small Council meeting.

You wondered if this was how whores felt after fucking with so many random men... But at least they got paid for it. It was their work...

And sometimes it was less humiliating and cruel than being the Prince Regent's niece-wife.

It was less humiliating and cruel than having your pretty mouth full of his thick cock, at the same time that his boot rubbed your clit, holding the back of your neck in place with one of his arms, pushing your head deeper, while the other hand was squeezing the flesh of your breast.

Aemond's fingers twisted your nipple, imagining what it would be like to simply rip them off and making muffled moans of pain escape from your lips, being interrupted by your own gagging cries as Aemond began to thrust into your throat in a practically primal way.

"Filthy bastard... You love being treated like this, do not you? You love being humiliated by your uncle, being a whiny little whore around my cock..." He growled, grinding the toe of his leather boot further rough against your core. "Perhaps you really like this... Perhaps you like me to rape and degrade you. Your twin brother seemed to like it too before he tried to escape with his dragon, flying through the sky like a whiny slutty boy."

You did not dare ask what he meant by that, just like you never dared ask about who was the young boy locked in the dungeons, the whiny boy you had heard the guards mocking about.

Deep down, you had chosen to continue obeying your uncle-husband blindly. You had chosen to pretend you did not know your twin brother was still alive, suffering a similar fate to yours... Both of you constantly used and abused by the Prince Regent. A double revenge for that incident at Driftmark.

[slightlyaboveaverageiq]

💗💋 aemond p-links part 2 💦🤭😋 as always, lmk what you think ✨

breaking the bed IN after being away from you and finally coming home‼️🥵💦💦

fucking you on the council table after a meeting 😩🤰 *and your trying your best to be quiet* 👅

doggy is his favourite… 🐶😻 *THE GRINDING AND HIP MOVEMENTS ARE SO HIM😩🤭‼️*

digging in you so deep you can’t walk the next day 🌊🌊🐱🥰 *that headboard grab!!! 💦 *

the thrusts, tit grab, and rough kissing alone are so aemond-coded. enough said 🔥🔥😭😩😍

[slightlyaboveaverageiq]

“Oh yeah??” With that tone??

STRAIGHT TO JAIL NOW LOCK HIM UP FOR GOOD

[slightlyaboveaverageiq]

Red Wine, Secret Lives, Pretty Lies (Ch. 2)

Trigger Warnings (AKA: The Menu): Age gap relationship (FMC is 27, MMC is early 40s), explicit Language, semi public face riding, alcohol consumption, mentions of unhealthy marriage/relationship (Not FMC/MMC), mentions of emotional neglect (not main character), mentions of eating disorders, sibling rivalry.

A/N: This is an original work and I do not give consent for third parties to use my characters without my knowledge and explicit written consent. Please respect that this is a work of my own beautiful mind and I am pouring my blood sweat and tears into this, this is the first time I have published a story and I am terrified. also all constructive criticism is welcome. This will be republished on my other blog @witchybooksmut-coffee-wine as that is for my smutty stories. So without further ado...

“He said to leave the dress at home Teddy, I don't think the man is expecting me to look like a victoria secret angel underneath my clothes. And why do you insist on dressing me like a toddler? I’m a grown ass adult.” I say shooing her hands away from my hair and outfit as I finish getting ready for my date, well at this point it's not really a date, more so a non violent kidnapping. It's not like I wanted to see the tattooed Twatwaffle again, but a deal was a deal, and he gave me one of the best orgasms I had had in awhile. 

“It’s still a date Sadie, and you look-” Her words cut off and I felt an icy chill run down my spine. She shakes her head and sighs as she sits down on my bed and runs her hands over my comforter smoothing out the non existent wrinkles. Something she only does when she knows what shes about to say is fucked up, but shes going to say it anyways. “You're such a pretty woman Sadie, if you put more effort into your appearance you could have any man you wanted.” I clench my jaw and put an elastic band in my hair effectively holding my braid in place.

“Fantastic pep talk Teddy, truly, you’re getting the mothering thing down perfectly. I guess you did have an excellent role model.” I say reaching over her grabbing my bag and jacket, for a second her eyes fill with tears and I feel like shit, but then I remember she was just shitting on my appearance just like she did when we were kids. “Don’t wait up for me, you should probably pay attention to your kid for once. You know since you’re the mother and all.” I say over my shoulder and leave before the guilt could make me go back and apologize.

I made the nearly twenty minute drive in silence, usually I would have my windows down and music blaring, not tonight though. I parked and sighed, running a hand over my hand and glancing down at my phone. I should apologize, be the bigger person and all that shit. But fuck that because Teddy never apologized for anything she said. She just gave backhanded compliments and invaded my personal space until I could stay mad at her anymore. I was startled by a knocking on my window and I turned my head to see Ezra (er, Twatwaffle), standing there with a raised eyebrow. “Didn’t we already have a conversation about stalking?”

“Thinking about making a break for it Princess? Here I thought you were more stubborn than that.” He said reaching for the car door handle and opening it, huh maybe chivalry isn't dead after all. I glared at him and grabbed my bag slamming the door behind me and walking up to the door with him trailing along behind me. “Aw Princess, no need to take it so hard, it was only a joke.” 

I turned around on him, my nose nearly touching his chest before I looked up at him, my green eyes blazing. “I’m really not in the fucking mood. You were the one who wanted this date so unless you want me to get in my car and leave you standing here looking like a fucking idiot shut up. Now be a good Twatwaffle and open the door for me like a gentleman instead of acting like an annoying cock.” I snarled and backed up out of his personal space.

“Well the Kitten does roar after all. Alright Princess, I’ll be a perfect gentleman for the rest of our date.” He agrees fairly easily and holds the door open for me, and tucks my purse and coat into the booth beside him handing me a menu.

“I used to get their mac and cheese all the time.” I say quietly, not sure why I was trying to make small talk. I guess because I told him not to act like a twatwaffle I could make more of an effort not to act like a bratty princess as he liked to call me.

“So get that then, and their chicken.” He says looking over their menu with his eyebrow raised like that was the obvious choice. But there was something else there, something unspoken as if he were asking why I wouldn’t be getting something that I enjoyed so much. My teeth sunk into my bottom lip as I shook my head and looked over the menu, making mental note of their calorie count.

“I’m not that hungry.” I whispered softly and wished I hadn’t tied my hair up. I was a terrible liar, I blushed like a cherry tomato when I did. He stared at me a moment longer as if trying to decide if he should push the matter further, luckily he did not. Which is probably best of all of us because a date, thats not a date, is not that place for me to trauma dump about my fucked up childhood. Especially not to a man like Twatwaffle who enjoyed teasing me mercilessly. He ended up getting the quarter chicken with mac and cheese while I settled in just the apple pecan salad.

“So what had my Princess in such a fit she was going to stand me up?” I tried to ignore the way my heart and my pussy both fluttered at the way he called me his Princess. Because, no thank you sir I was content with the way my life was now I did not need him coming and messing my carefully curated schedule up. No matter how sinfully talented his fingers were or how delicious he could make even a tshirt and jeans look, his dark ink crawled up his arms and to his neck.

“First dates aren’t really the place for trauma dumping are they? If I can’t call you Twatwaffle you have to call me Sadie.” I said, taking a sip of my bourbon and reclining back in the booth watching as a twinkle lit in his blue eyes and he nodded before leaning forward on his elbows.

“Alright then my Sadie, I’ll ask again, why would you leave me high and dry? I thought we had such a good time last night.” I swallowed thickly, my breath getting stuck in my throat as I thought about the way he had touched me in front of all those people. How I would let him do it again if he only asked.

“...I got into a fight with my sister. I said some things I shouldn’t have.” I admit quietly and I inwardly want to kick myself. What the fuck Sadie, a man gives you an orgasm after almost a year of no sex and you’re ready to bare your soul to him? Apparently the answer was yes, because I never talked with my ex about any of my fights with Teddy. Probably because he always sided with her and made me feel like shit even if I had a valid reason for being upset with her. 

“About what?” He calmly asked as he took a sip of his drink, his blue eyes staring into mine. I bit my lip and thought about it for a minute. Oh what the hell? I guess it couldn’t hurt to vent to someone I would probably never see again. On the off chance I did see him again I could just blame it on the alcohol, you know the whole two sips I had taken.

“She told me maybe I wouldn’t be single if I made more of an effort in my appearance, and I basically told her she was an emotionally negligent mother and she should probably pay attention to her kid.” The words spewing out of my mouth before I could stop them. He sat there for a moment clearly trying to process, and probably think about how best to answer what I had just said.

“She had no right to make comments about your appearance, especially as your sister. Is she emotionally negligent?” I sighed and ran a hand over my tired eyes.

“She never wanted kids. Not really, but her husband did, and he kept pushing and pushing and then one day I got a call about how she's ready to have a kid. How she’ll just suffer through them being a baby to give Matthias what he wants. So now here she is, with a toddler she doesn't want, and who spends more time with her nanny than either of her parents.” I said, swallowing the rest of my whiskey and ordering another.

“Sounds like she deserves it then.” He says finally and I feel my face heat with anger.

“You don’t know her and-”

“Yes, what you said was cruel, and probably unnecessary, but it was the truth. Your sister can’t make comments on your appearance just because she's your sister and she expects you to forgive her. Now she’ll probably think twice about commenting on your appearance, Princess.” His tone held finality as our food sat down in front of us. “Now eat your mac and cheese.” He said sliding the bowl over to me and I frowned

“But I’m not that hungry.” I answer right as my stomach decides to growl loudly and I blush. “Maybe just a few bites.” I say quietly and he pins me with a hard stare as I sheepishly reach over and get a forkful of mac and cheese, a happy moan leaving my mouth.

“Keep making those noises Princess and I’ll touch you just like I did last night.” He growls out and I swallow thickly as his eyes darken in lust. Keeping the eye contact I got another bite of the creamy goodness and closed my eyes a considerably louder moan leaving my mouth this time. I opened my eyes to see his jaw clenched tightly, he stood quickly from the table, his hand wrapping around my wrist as he pulled me to the bathroom, locking the door behind us. “Pants down Princess.” He whispered against my neck as he licked and sucked a hot trail from my collarbone to just below my ear nipping at it before sucking my earlobe between his teeth.

“Are you going to make a habit of basically molesting me in public?” I pant out, a low moan leaving my lips as he forces my thighs apart, his fingers trailing over the wet spot on my jeans.

“Are you going to make a habit of being fucking drenched for me? I said pants off Sweetheart.” He growled against my neck and made quick work of my button and zipper sliding the material down my legs until I was left in just barely there underwear. I watched as he sank to his knees in front of me, his face nuzzling against my soaked panties. His eyes closed and he let out a low moan as he licked at it. “You taste so sweet Princess.” He whispered against my dripping pussy pulling the panties down with his teeth and placed a gentle open mouthed kiss on my pussy.

“Oh god fuck” I moan my head falling back against the mirror as I spread my thighs wider for him. His mouth light and gentle as he lapped at my clit for a few moments before suckling on my needy hole, his mouth hot and open on my pussy and i felt my thighs begin to tremble as he licked and slurped at me like I was the best dessert her had ever eaten.

“Eyes on me Sweetheart.” He says pulling away slightly and I open my eyes to look down at this beautiful man moaning wantonly against my pussy. His hand worked his cock from over his pants as he buried his face further between my thighs, his tongue working overtime on my clit, his other arm coming up to wrap around my shaking legs holding me up.

“Fuck so fucking close.” I moan my hands coming down to his perfectly styled hair and tangling in it holding him to me as I ground myself against his face. He moaned loudly and both hands moved to cup my ass, kneading and squeezing the flesh in an attempt to hold me closer to his face, his cock seemingly forgotten for the moment.

“Cum for Daddy, Sweetheart.” He mumbles against my flesh, my eyes roll back in my head and I grind against him a moment longer before a string of incoherent babbles leaves my mouth as I hold him to me riding out my orgasm. He pulls away a satisfied smirk on his face and wipes my juices off his face with the back of his hand as I try to catch my breath. I noticed he had tucked himself away and I reached for him with a slight frown on my face but he smacked my hand away. “None of that Princess, the look on your face and your sweet moans are all I need right now.”

I follow him back to the table and he quickly pays for our meal before leading me back out to our cars. I bite my lip and I turn around to face him. “Not that I don't appreciate the two much needed orgasms you gave me, but what are we doing?” I ask and the usual smirk is gone from his face followed by a contemplative one as he brushes a strand of loose hair behind my ear.

“I’m not good at this Sadie, at dating. I’ve always just had casual arrangements, that's what works for me.” I swallow thickly and nod, should’ve just listened to Teddy, maybe if I had put more effort into dressing for my date tonight he would want more than just a quick fuck. I felt his hand tip under my chin and I tried to fight from looking at him but his grip was firm. His blue eyes staring into mine as if he were trying to read my soul. “But I want to see you again, if you’ll let me.” He whispered, his thumb brushing across my bottom lip, expression hopeful.

“So what do you just call me when you're horny and I’m your personal cum doll?” I ask and I know my tone is harsh and icy but I can’t help it. I either can't get a date or when I do they’re only interested in fucking. I was good enough to have sex with but not good enough to be exclusive with it seemed. He gave a sad chuckle and shook his head.

“Thats not it at all Sadie, I don’t want to just fuck you for thirty minutes and then not speak to you for three months. I just can't promise you a deep, long last commitment. Take a few days to think about it. You have my number.” He whispered and kissed the top of my head, his lips lingering for a moment before he opened my car door for me and closed it. I could see him watching me in the rearview mirror as I drove away, his hands rubbing over his face before he walked back to his car.

Fucking Twatwaffle, and fuck me for seriously considering his proposition.

[slightlyaboveaverageiq]

Red Wine, Secret Lives, Pretty Lies (Ch. 1)

Trigger Warnings for this chapter (AKA: The Menu): Explicit language, Public fingering, Age Gap (about 14 years, FMC is 27, MMC is early 40s), Alcohol consumption, use of the terms Princess and Sweatheart. Borderline Harrassment from MMC.

“You do realize you actually have to leave this dusty old room if you want to meet a boyfriend right?” I looked up from my well loved copy of Gone With the Wind, and stared at my sister with a raised eyebrow. Teddy was standing there in a long, sleek, black dress fitting her tall lanky body perfectly. Dirty blonde hair falling in effortless waves and she still looked beautiful even though she probably only had two dabs of concealer on. Meanwhile I was in my trusty black leggings and a sweatshirt I had owned since high school with my book, a glass of red wine, and my fuzzy black and gray cat socks on. This is probably why she had a knock out beautiful, not to mention kind, husband and I hadn’t so much as even said hi to a man in the last three months.

“Bold of you to assume I need anyone other than Rhett Butler in my life right now.” I said dryly, and reached for the wine, my eyes narrowing as she inched closer to my closet. “I know damn well you didn't come in here just to force me to give up my hermit lifestyle.” I grumble as I leave my well loved, overstuffed armchair watching as she flipped through the less than impressive collection of gowns and dresses stuffed in the back of my closet.

“We are going out, and you are going to leave Rhett Butler at home.” She says as she appraises a deep purple cocktail dress with a keen eye, holding it up to my chest before deciding this was the one and throwing it on my bed. Then much to my horror she skipped right past all the converse and flats going straight for the only neck breaking heels I owned ensuring I wouldn't be able to run away from whatever boring business man she was sure to try to talk me up to tonight.

“Or, here me out, you could take your well meaning self back home and spend time with Matthias. I know he’s got to be missing his wife since you’re barely home two weeks before you’re leaving for work again.” She tosses my book into the armchair, woman handing me out of my comfy clothes and frowning when she takes in the sports bra and thong underneath. “It's not like I’m wearing them for you, Theodora.” I say, raising an eyebrow at her and inwardly groaning when I see her rifling through my intimates drawer.

“One does not wear a super sexy dress, and then does not wear super sexy lingerie to match.” She answers as she pulls out a simple black lacy bra and thong to match throwing them on top of the dress before reaching and tugging my hair out of its messy bun. Brushing it like my hair had done something to personally offend her other than exist.

“Have I done something to you recently? I swear It’s like you’re taking joy in making me uncomfortable this evening.” I mumble as she dresses me like I’m a toddler before shoving me down, none to gracefully, on a stool in front of my vanity and setting to tame my dark wavy hair into something presentable. By the time she’s done (mind you almost an hour later), I look more like a presentable member of society and less like a homeless person that mixed and matched the first things they could find at goodwill.

“You Sadie, you are living this life of solitude and introversion and it’s not good for you. Your schedule consists of work followed by reading yourself to sleep every night and obsessing over fictional men. God's sake you’re almost thirty and not even in a relationship.” She says folding my clothes neatly and handing me my bag.

“Maybe I don't want a relationship. Some of us are just fine in our own space Teddy.” I say in a soft voice my eyes downcast, slightly hurt by my sister’s words. I hear her sigh and she places one hand on my shoulder and the other slightly tugs on the ends of my hair so I meet her gaze in the mirror, bright green eyes meeting her hazel ones. She gives me a sad smile and rubs her hands up and down my arms affectionately.

“You have so much to offer Saids, I just hate to see you waste it hiding yourself away from the world.” I sigh and follow her out to her car, sitting in silence as she drives us to a posh little wine bar on the other side of Louisville in the Highlands. I don’t hate it as much as I thought it would, it’s more of an intimate setting so it’s not full of loud, drunken men. The walls are a dark cherry color, the lights low and warm so that the candles can steal the show. There’s tables, and plush arm couches scattered around the place, I sigh and immediately go to loosen my ankle strap much to my sister’s horror.

“I’m not taking them all the way off, I’m not a complete animal Teddy.” I say as I reach for one of the wine menus and quickly look at their list of reds before settling on a cabernet for now. Teddy placed her order and was about to look at the dessert menu before someone called her name and she looked at me with slight trepidation in her eyes. “Go on social butterfly, I’ll be right here with my wine.” I say shooing her away, once I could no longer see her blonde hair poking over the sea of people and I was sure I was out of eyesight. I reached for my copy of Gone with the Wind I had stashed at the bottom of my bag. I alternated between taking sips of my wine and reading when I felt a weight on the other side of the couch taking Teddy’s previous place.

“I would say take a picture it’ll last longer, but honestly I don't want you jerking your cock to it.” I say not bothering to look up from my book, hoping the invading person would take my hint and just leave so I didn't have to make a scene. I chanced a look and I swallowed thickly, apparently whatever gods existed wanted to test my whole swearing off men thing by placing temptation right in my path. Sitting next to me was a man probably early forties with graying hair, and blue eyes that I was certain capable of stealing my soul. A tailored light gray three piece suit with a patterned light blue shirt and tie without confining his toned arms underneath. I practically salivated when I could see the dark ink on his hands and leading up underneath his sleeves.

“You should take a picture, I rather like the idea of a mouthy brat touching her pussy to the thought of me.” And Jesus, Mary, Joseph, and the camel even his voice was beautiful, too bad he was a fucking dick. Also highly unfortunate that my type of men tended to be morally gray, jackass men. My eyes snapped to him and a knowing smirk that I really wanted to punch off his face was hidden behind a glass of what I was sure was expensive whiskey.

“How romantic, does that line usually work for you? I usually prefer my men to be silent, or on their knees in front of me.” I say dryly trying to hide my nerves behind false bravado and quickly finishing my glass of wine hoping it would give me the nerve to start this game I had just started. I stiffen and a small gasp leaves my mouth as he scoots closer to me, a small chuckle vibrating against my ear and I shiver as his breath washes over me.

“Are you sure about that Princess? Seems to me like you would enjoy being on your knees right now.” I swallow thickly as he leans back, his eyes filled with a dark heat and I clench my wine glass a little bit harder. My jaw clenching as my body responded to this twatwaffle of a man sitting next to me.

“Didn’t anyone ever teach you it’s rude to be where you’re not wanted?” I grumble and flag down a waiter hoping for a distraction, and another glass of wine if this man was going to keep harassing me and feeling ways he most certainly shouldn’t be. A slow lazy smile graced his face and I had to physically swallow back a moan and clench my thighs together a little bit harder.

“But that’s not true, is it Princess? You think you have the control here, and I enjoy watching you squirm.” He says and waves the waiter away, my scowl deepens as the waiter looks between us confused.

“Not very gentlemanly of you to get in between a lady and her drink order.” I say taking the death trap known as my heels off and walking over to the bar to order my own damn drink, and to hopefully put some distance between Twatwaffle and myself. I’m sure Teddy would bitch me out later about how unsanitary the floors were but honestly that was her problem because if I had it my way I wouldn’t wear shoes ever. Fuck if a floor is dirty, I can always take a shower and right now comofrtablty was more important than trying to look like sex on legs. In fact following Teddy’s advice is exactly what led to my current dilemma. “And you’re stalking me, I’m not sure what 1920s dating class you’ve been taking since you’re practically ancient. But women don’t like persistence anymore, it’s called harassment.” He gives a small chuckle and sits down next to me at the bar.

“Princess, you don’t want a gentleman, let’s not lie to ourselves. You enjoy being mouthy, and as for harassment I know all too well, that's one of the perks of law school.” Oh so he was pretty and educated, too bad he was a fucking jackass and also arrogant. I mean, yes, I was enjoying this but he didn't know that for sure, and he sure as hell didn’t have to say it outloud.

“Did law school take all of your common sense? I came over here to get away from you.” I say and scowl as he takes the wine that was just sitting down in front of me and takes a large gulp, before smirking at me. Irritated, I reach over and take his recently refilled whiskey and swallow it in one go. “I’ve had better, it tastes like motor oil. I’m not really a rye girl myself.” I say sitting the glass back down in front of him and his eyes darken even further.

“If you really wanted to get away you’ve had ample opportunity. So let’s play a game, Princess.” He says and I nearly melt into goo whenever his hand grips my knee tightly and his other hand grips my chin turning me to look at him. I swallow thickly but stare defiantly back at him, no way was I going to let this man know how much he affected me, not when he was already this cocky.

“State your terms Twatwaffle.” He gives a soft smirk before he releases my face and pulls his phone out of his pocket pulling up a timer app.

“I’m going to finger this pretty little cunt, and if I can make it cum for me in three minutes you’ll go on a date with me.” His hand moves higher and my breath hitches in my throat as his fingers play with the hem of my dress. “And if I can’t, I'll walk away like this conversation never happened. And I’ll let you go back to living vicariously through Rhett and Scarlet.” 

“You can’t just shove your fingers up me like I’m a puppet. We’re in public.” I meant for my voice to sound more icy than it did, I promise I did. Something about the way his hand gripped my thigh so possessively, watching the way the ink on his hand stretched as he flexed his hand did something to my pussy that it definitely shouldn't have.

“So be a good little Princess and don’t make any noise. We wouldn't want your sister seeing what a pathetic little slut her sister is would we?” He whispers cruelly in my ear as his hand sneaks higher up my thigh, a strangled quiet moan leaving my lips as his fingers brush against the incredibly embarrassing wet spot in my panties. Seriously pussy? I know we haven’t gotten laid in awhile but that does mean we have to make a mess for the first man to pay attention to us. “Shh Princess, don’t make a scene.” He says slipping his fingers inside my panties touching my clit lightly.

“Oh fuck.” I whispered and gripped the edge of the bar tightly as his finger moved lightly over my clit, his touch barely even there before dipping lower and spreading my wetness around. A low goan left his throat and he nipped at my earlobe gently before sucking it between his lips. My thighs parted wider for him and I could have sworn I felt a chuckle against the side of my neck. “I’d quit laughing and focus on making me cum because your timer only has two minutes left.” But he keeps his pace the same leaving hot, open mouthed kisses on my neck as my legs begin to tremble.

“So responsive, so sensitive Princess.” His own voice breathy as my thighs lock around his hand trying to keep his touch there as I begin rocking my pussy against his hand, my face red with either embarrassment or arousal. At this point it was probably both. I groaned quietly when I heard the timer go off and he tried to pull his hand away.

“Fucking Twatwaffle.” I grumble under my breath before I meet his gaze and he has a knowing smirk on his face. “We both know the timer didnt mean shit, now are you going to make me cum or am I going to have to do it myself?” I really hoped it was the first option because his hand felt heavenly against my needy pussy, and to be honest I was getting tired of relying on vibrators and wanted someone else to make me scream. Even if it was just for this moment. A few more minutes of rocking against his hand and his fingers expertly working my clit I was making a mess all over his hand. 

“That’s it Sweetheart.” His voice rumbling against my ear as he kisses the side of my neck softly before fixing my panties and taking his hand out from underneath my dress. “So about that date Princess.” He said and held my eyes as he slowly sucked his fingers clean, his eyes seemed to lock on something behind me and he quickly wiped my remaining juices on his pants before sitting a card down in front of me and disappearing.

“Sooo…who was that?” Teddy said, wiggling her eyebrows as she took Twatwaffles seat.

“No one is important, but right now his name is Twatwaffle.” I say ordering a shot and downing it trying to ignore the throbbing need still between my legs.

“Ezra Hartley, attorney.” Teddy says, raising her eyebrow and handing me the card that had his business number on the front and a hastily written note and a cell phone number on the back.

7 pm, the eagle, and ditch the dress Princess x

“Twatwaffle, that’s what I said.”

[slightlyaboveaverageiq]

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON TWITTER LINKS

︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿

⋆˚｡ ⋆୨MDNI 18+ LINKS CONTAIN EXPLICIT CONTENT୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

· · ─────── ·daemon· ─────── · ·

Face riding daemon during his stay in harrenhal

Daemon teasing niece!reader

Daemon with virgin!reader

· · ─────── ·aemond· ─────── · ·

Aemond worshipping your tits

Aemond and Aegon playing with you

Aemond using his fingers

Sub!aemond in brothel

· · ─────── ·aegon· ─────── · ·

Aegon with servant!reader

Aemond and Aegon playing with you

Riding sub!aegons face

· · ─────── ·jacaerys· ─────── · ·

Jacaerys with sister!reader

Jacaerys on your wedding night

Munch!jacaerys

· · ─────── ·rhaenyra· ─────── · ·

Eating rhaenyra out

Face riding

₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊

[slightlyaboveaverageiq]

Just a bunch of trauma bonded adults and their pet serial killer nothing to see here

[slightlyaboveaverageiq]

Rant: I think a lot of people new to the smutty dark romance are missing the point of smutty dark romance. They see oh it’s got 2.5 stars on goodreads I won’t read it. Most people who are reading the books with the 4 page long trigger warnings aren’t reading it for its scholarly plot. They are reading it because for the longest time womens sexuality and fantasies have been taboo, or just hushed about. Now they’re out in the open and they’re able to read about things they’ve fantasized about. So shut up and read the damn book if you don’t like it you don’t have to give a whole thesis as to why, you just haven’t found the one that tickles your fancy.

[slightlyaboveaverageiq]

Americans: Fuck the English Monarchy we’re making our own country

Also Americans: All Hail King Trump also known as our lord and savior

This man really gonna fucking pass laws with SCOTUS to be a fucking dictator if he’s re elected. It’s not about fucking right or left wing anymore okay it’s about what he’s planning to do if he’s re elected as in fucking take away all of your rights. What is Joe Biden gonna do? Fucking fall asleep and not know what he’s talking about? All of our law makers already do that you uneducated twat waffles.

[slightlyaboveaverageiq]

Theories for the next episode based off episode 5:

*We know damn well Rebecca and Tara gonna sleep together

*Theresa is a code name for either a government agent or undercover cop that Tyler knows the indentity of (Aka North Star)

*Jade will ultimately flip on Damien

*Voit told Damien how to find North Star and that’s why he was smirking at the end

[slightlyaboveaverageiq]

I hate how Holly is probably gonna be another way that Voit has something over the bau. Just the way they he pleads with them not to send them to witsec there’s something more going on there.

[slightlyaboveaverageiq]

Unpopular opinion: I’m not a fan of all the cursing on CM evolution. It’s extremely cringy and feels too forced like kids saying them for the first time. I also have the same reaction to Taylor Swift using curse words every other word in her songs. Saying them just to be saying them.

[slightlyaboveaverageiq]

*Tara, Emily, and JJ whispering*

Raccoon: Oh are we shit talking?

Tara: More like trying to figure out how you haven’t realized Luke is in love with you

Raccoon (a Pisces): Annoyed maybe, love definitely not

Emily: Let’s test that theory then

Emily: Raccoon I was wondering if you could help me with my dream-

Luke (Little Sagittarius baby): *appears* This is my water sign get your own *throws Raccoon over his shoulder*

Raccoon: …I see your point

PS: I (Pisces) love my air (Gemini) and fire (Sagittarius) signs but can y’all please get a therapist because my therapist now needs a therapist because they are not equipped to handle my shit plus everyone else’s shit I have absorbed and have now made my shit. But also we ride at Dawn let’s go fuck some shit up.

[slightlyaboveaverageiq]

Luke: Raccoon? What does scary dog privilege mean?

Me: Me, I am scary dog privilege because I was absolutely go feral on someone. I am too under medicated and under caffeinated for this shit.

[slightlyaboveaverageiq]

Me: I’m too sober for this shit *pours wine*

Luke: …uh Raccoon? It’s 9 am

Me: Shit you right *pours bourbon in coffee*

Me: Alright let’s go fuck up some psychopaths

[slightlyaboveaverageiq]

YOU GUYS WHAT IF WILL IS GOLD STAR OR ELIAS IS GOING TO SET HIM UP TO LOOK LIKE GOLD STAR AND HE GERS KILLED SND THATS JOW HES WRITTEN OUT

Edit: we now know more than likely will won’t be hunting the kids of gold stars so I wonder if his death/departure will have anything to do with bau gate. We know it focuses primarily on pornogrpahic images of JJ so there’s a few ways that could involve will. 1. He defends JJ against the crazies and gets killed 2. The crazies have a fictional relationship with JJ and they kill will to get him out of the way 3. Will believes the deep fakes are actual images of JJ (This one is a long shot but you never know)