#c: aemon

[visxionaries]

who: @aemonvelxryon when and where: the verdant concord, the hallways of highgarden following an extremely long night, it is a few minutes from daybreak. context: aemon and cedric like the snow, but not the kinda snow tion likes - time for a come down!!

the verdant concord had never felt so silent. not with the usual rustle of linen from passing maids or the creak of boots on mosaic stone. not even the drunken laughter of cousins staggering in from some lesser revel. no, now, in the dim blue hush of the hour before dawn, it was just the occasional drip of condensation from the stone archways, and the faint, persistent hum in cedric tyrell’s ears—like bees he couldn’t see, only feel crawling inside his skull. his doublet hung limp in one hand, fingers curled around it like a man clutching an old rag.

the other wiped absently at his mouth, dry and cracked from the night’s excess. he walked in shirtsleeves, his collar undone, hair falling loose about his temples. he looked less like a king than a problem who’d been chased through the hedgerows by dawn herself and lost everything but his arrogance along the way.

“aemon,” he muttered, voice low, hoarse, but still rich with the old grin, “if you go and die in some pot of valyrian wine and whores’ spit, i swear on the gardener’s bones, i’ll drag you out by your ankles and piss on your grave.” his tone, slurred though it was, was laced with lazy fondness. he turned the corner of the corridor, steps uneven on the marble. gods, the floor looked loud—all that glinting green and gold, like it was mocking him. too clean. too smug.

the light was beginning to slip through the stained glass above, scattering soft colour onto the walls in a way that would have made the septas weep. cedric didn’t look at it. his eyes were bloodshot, rimmed red, heavy-lidded. there were powders still drying in the creases beneath them, though he’d tried—half-heartedly—to wipe the worst of it away. his fingers were trembling slightly, whether from exertion or excitement or some lingering echo of the night’s alchemy, he couldn’t be sure. didn’t much care.

"that's if your sister dont' catch you first. the one that wants to be your wife." his words made no sense, his thoughts made no sense, and they came out in a slowed drawl as they walked through the cold corridors - why did everything look so hazy?

he dragged himself forward, the corridors stretching endlessly ahead, and his bare feet barely making a sound. somewhere behind one of the thick oaken doors, a servant stirred. he could smell boiled milk. it turned his stomach. “we should have stopped,” he muttered again, to no one, to himself, to the gods, if they still listened. “after the second bowl. or third. but you, lord salt, you had to prove you could take more than the stags and live.” he snorted softly.

“you’re a poet’s idea of a man, aemon. if the poet was twelve and raised by fucking simpletons.” and suddenly it were as though it were the funniest thing in the world, for the unkept, wild laughter of cedric tyrell bounced through the hallways of highgarden before sunrise. he did not even know why he as laughing.

and then cedric threw aemon the key to his rooms, which aemon had intentionally left on cedric's desk incase he lost it - he did not seek to wake any of his siblings in the velaryon apartment, and this would be the easiest way to sneak in. his voice softened a little, slurring at the edges. “remember the first time? in kings landing? you’d nicked a cask from your daemon's stores. we didn’t know what we were doing. burned like fire going up. and coming down, we wept like septas. but it was fucking glorious, i ain't ever had an idea for a commission like i did that morning.” he chuckled, half-choked as he slipped his shift off and splashed water over his face, getting the sweaty shift off his body and moving to get hold of another one.

it was then he stared at aemon. "your nose is bleeding."

[mkmarlene]

where: aemon’s flat

who: @fcrox

She’d known too many drinks weren’t the answer, she always knew it anyway, but that didn’t stop her from clutching to the bottles every chance she got. Luckily, a birthday party was the perfect place to do it, get drunk and no one will think it strange. Even Marlene herself denied anything being wrong about it, until she’d left the bar and found herself walking the familiar steps to the flat entrance. Maybe she wouldn’t go in, she was better than that, she had to be better than that.

The blonde reached the entrance just in time for her gaze to meet his, the wicked look in his eyes enough to have her own moving to settle on the witch in front of him, a giggle leaving her lips as she apparated away. A pang of shame took over, looking away for a moment to gather her thoughts. Much to her own disgust, she was there and there was no turning back. “Having fun, Mulciber?”

[rsrevan]

where: the white wyvern who: @fcrox

An owl had been sent prior to the meeting, making sure his mentee and friend would be there for Evan really wasn't one to waste his time. Confirmation wasn't needed, as he knew Aemon would be there if summoned, and he'd been right. The wizard had been sitting at a table waiting for the younger one to join him, brows raising as he saw him walk in and take the seat across from his. "It's been a while." Evan stated, his serious expression fading and giving room to a proud grin as he gave the boy a nod of his head. "I assume you've been busy. Tell me all about it and make me proud. I have news for you after that." A glint of mischief twinkled on his eyes, there was a purpose behind them meeting, but it could wait just long enough.

[ggathena]

Ever since that eventful dinner party, Athena had spent a couple of days in hiding, the time at home providing the space for her to unload her rage in the most creative of ways. Not many objects had survived the process, the witch having used her bat to tore them into pieces until her desire to hurt a certain couple was reduced to the point she only thought about it twice a day. It was the best any of them could hope for and the most she was willing to concede, the humiliation far out in public knowledge for her to simply overlook the betrayal.

The days of hiding were unlike her, lasting for less than a week before the brunette was back out, ready to stir up some trouble, set to drink more than advised. She wasn’t a regular at the bar, but the White Wyvern promised a good time and the right kind of company. The least she needed at the moment was to run into those of lesser status, eager to curse whoever got in her way.

Instead, the witch had found herself a comfortable spot on a table at the far side of the bar, dark enough for her not to be easily noticed by curious glances of strangers. A glass of firewhisky sat in front of her, slim fingers sliding around the rim, producing the sound of a high note. It might have been her third glass, she wasn’t exactly keeping count, when the wizard approached. Athena allowed her eyes to take him in, his familiar face and the wicked look behind his eyes enough to catch her devoted attention. “Ameon, love, you know I always do enjoy your company.” The witch said, a flirty but light twist of her lips, a grin threatening to show, she moved to a side allowing him room to seat beside her. “Can I interest you in a glass of firewhisky or are you having dragon barrel brandy?”

who: open to all where: three broomsticks when: evening

There was something vicious about him, like a snake on the hunt but with a smirk that could kill, or like so many times before, simply distract. Aemon Mulciber was like a wolf on the hunt, an eagle ready to strike and so very much in his element whenever he set foot outside the manor he called home. His eyes held an endless ocean of mischief, the orbs filled with a spark, a fire. Nothing had ever changed that about him. In fact, it was just another reason as to why he wasn’t ready to settle down and let go of the havoc he could wreak. When the time called for it, he would. Out of duty, if nothing else.

It was yet another night in which the young man was looking for a mess to cause. He didn’t care whether it would be an explosive one or simply a couple of words thrown into the room. The right words at the right time could tear a person down. Mulciber was bored. If there was something he never ever should be caught in it was a state of utter boredom.

Eyes scanned the crowd, taking in the people within the Three Broomsticks. Nothing quite stuck out. That was until his eyes fell onto the one in front of him, almost seemingly hunched into a corner. Were they hiding? Or simply minding their own business. Aemon did not care, not if it meant having fun. He made his move, waltzing over with confidence in his step. “You don’t mind, do you?” Brown locks appear within vision as he slides into the open seat. “Everywhere else seemed full.” It wasn’t, but that was beside the point. It would be, soon enough.

[unrelenting-petra]

Petra tried so hard not to let anything sway the balance of her life too hard. Flying below the radar just enough that her parents hopefully forgot she existed since they had decided to skip who should have become the head of the family once they stepped down. Instead, they chose her younger brother Piotr over her. Purgatory needs a strong leader, Petra. We can't let its fate rest on your fragile shoulders. It was those words that were almost enough to break her ladylike persona right in front of her parents, despite the repercussions, but fine. She could manage. She could adapt. Petra would change her tactics and help Piotr rule Purgatory from behind the scenes because that was her calling. Purgatory was her home, all barren wastelands of dead trees and fog, and she would be damned if she let anyone take that away from her. Yet, the nail in the coffin came soon after, her worst fears came to life. An opportunity to strengthen Hell against the ongoing wars by way of arranged marriage to Prince Aemon, but Petra saw it for what it was. A power play to raise her social standing by marrying her off and bearing an heir to the crown. Becoming the apple of the kingdoms eye– it made her fucking sick. Her accomplishments and goals vanished before her eyes in a puff of smoke. Pet didn't get a chance to mourn the loss before she was thrust before the King and Prince with a solemn promise from her parents: if she didn't perform well and wasn't chosen as the Queen, she wouldn't be welcomed home. Her parents' plan didn't work as they had intended. Since she was going to lose her kingdom either way, she made sure that she wasn't even a thought that crossed the crown's mind as a potential Queen. Petra was loud, boisterous, a hot mess in mortal terms, shoving every bit of animosity that the Prince may have felt towards the arrangement back at him, yet it all backfired. The cocky ass that she realized that the Prince was looked her square in the face and chose her. Then, it became a losing battle. From single to married in the blink of an eye, and then a whole year later. Just a notch in time that would be her eternity.

The woman sighed heavily as she and Aemon returned to their home, another family dinner in the books. She didn't dislike Aemon's family, not entirely. While King Greed and Queen Alexia were still rather formal with her, and she with them, Aemon's siblings were a different matter. Lysander was the opposite of Aemon, talking animatedly with her over shared interests. Lenore and Odessa were a spitting image of their parents, but exuded a warmth with her that they lacked. The family dinners didn't happen often, and even less frequently with all of Aemon's aunts and uncles still left, and Petra was glad for it. It was less of a mask she had to wear, less pasting a smile on her face as she nodded and laughed, as if everything was going swell. Kicking off her heels and letting her hair down in one fell swoop was like a weight had fallen off her shoulders; she no longer cared to speak a word to the Prince she was married to once the door closed behind them. They had an agreement, and it'd worked well for them so far. In public, they were the ideal married couple living up to the crown's standards. In private, they would lead whatever life they wanted to lead as long as it remained private. Living as nothing more than glorified roommates. Petra walked to the bar, her eyes rolling as she saw the missive with her family crest on it, before grabbing a bottle to fill a glass with a generous amount of liquor. She knew the missive would be her parents' requesting her and Aemon's presence, if only to snoop on their relationship. Mainly, if she were with child yet and if she wasn't, which she will never be, she would be berated in the form of constant jabs that were enough to get under her skin and leave her bitter for days. All because they wanted to get their filthy claws into the royal family. She only cared about maintaining contact with Piotr, so she tossed the letter unopened into the fire next to her as she sipped her drink. Downing the rest of the glass's contents, the woman turned to refill it once more, her brows raising slightly at the sight of Aemon still in the house. "Here I thought you would have been gone by now, Aemon," Petra responded before filling not only her glass but a fresh one, giving him the spare once she turned once more. "Drink this and loosen up before you meet your flavor of the week; you're getting frown lines, and it's not a good look."

[ladystoneboobs]

so i think we in asoiaf fandom should all be agreed that barristan selmy is the westerosi obi-wan kenobi as an exiled knight troubled by past regrets and playing fast and loose with technical truths while sporting a white beard and using an alias barely any different from his actual name. but that's not the only grrm creation with a corresponding george lucas creation....

when maester aemon tells sam of the baby switch only after sam can't understand why gilly is still crying by saying jon's heart just hardened when sam made him lc, as if he had nothing to do with it, he gives me similar vibes to yoda's response when luke asked him if vader was truly his father, being all "rest i need now" trying to use his dying to escape the hard questions. then when yoda finally answers luke he quickly changes the subject to luke's fault in fighting vader before he was ready. i mean i understand why aemon didn't crush sam further by revealing his part in the baby swap plan and all the kill the boy shit, esp when they were all each other had by then. so i guess he can't really be blamed for that, but it is still misleading his protege and shifting blame in a pretty big way. also yoda and aemon are both the oldest naturally living characters in their stories and seen as the wisest too.

then ofc there's jaime lannister as a r-rated luke skywalker, a blond knight actually fucking his sister while knowing they're siblings, son of an evil lord, wearing white when we first meet him, seen as too impatient and hungry for adventure, and then losing his swordhand through a mistake of his father's and having to contend with a beast in a pit when trying to rescue a friend. there's also some of han solo in coming back just in the nick of time for the big rescue after first leaving his traveling companion behind for his own ends, with all that character growth to find something to believe in. but i think jaime would have serious disdain for han's stance that a lightsaber is no match for a good blaster. that's just the sw version of crossbows vs. swords, isn't it?

as for anakin/vader, there are plenty of woobies who could be finding their redemption, but when it comes to also being an effective and fearsome villain, i think only sandor "the hound" clegane really qualifies. (as opposed to jaime repeatedly failing to kill children or theon getting no respect as an ironman or as reek) plus, like anakin, sandor has terrible burn scars, a distinctive and singular helmet later stolen from his grave, wants revenge on the brother who burned him up, and he cries a lot.

darkstar is obviously the jar jar binks of westeros, the character whose appeal was greatly overestimated by the george who created him while most of the fandom simply finds him ridiculous and annoying.

then there's ned stark, a leader who always dresses their best to impress for the occasion, who knows how to govern his home in the outskirts but is out of his depth as a politician in the big city where his ideals are out of place in a corrupt court, trying to prevent a civil war which has already been planned behind everyone's backs for years, and is ever forgiving of a man all too willing to murder children. that's padme, baby.

[imaginarianisms]

naerys was worried sick during the entire conquest of dorne. btw

[tempestuously-lysander]

Sounds like your version of me was to you what my friend Jasper was to me, though I didn't meet him until much later in my life. The only thing I'm grateful for when my, our, father exiled me.

I never spoke much with Uncle Greed, and he wasn't married to anyone, as far as I'm aware. Then again, most of Father's brothers stayed far away, so I was out of the loop on some things. You can count on me, then. The situation is already rough as it is without making it worse for yourself without at least talking it through with someone first.

From the beginning, it was always just us. I could always count on you had I ever felt what we were dealing with was too much.

They did it as some bullshit protective measure when the war between the witches and demons really kickstarted. No, it wasn't Uncle Envy, we were adopted by King Greed and Queen Alexia before they had our sisters. I don't know why I'm apologizing, honestly. I'm not your Aemon either, but I really could use my moral compass mouthpiece of a twin brother right about now. You were always around to make certain I never did anything stupid.

[mkmarlene]

where: Marlene's loft, London. who: @fcrox

Guilt. The first thing she felt when she woke up remained the same, whether she'd spent the night alone or not. When she turned her head and saw the figure laying beside her, a wave of disappointment crashed her. There was a time when Marlene was all pride, walking tall and smiling wide. There was also a time when her family was still alive and she hadn't risked all that much. A time when she made the right choices and had strength to get out of bed. Now she felt a shame entirely uncharacteristic for her, one that had grown out of her own pain, fed by that one mistake she could not cease to make.

The witch slid out of bed quietly, trying her best not to wake him up. Flashbacks from the night before going through her mind as she hurried to put on a clean dress so she could head to work, struggling to keep her gaze focused elsewhere. Don't turn around, she kept repeating to herself, aware that if she looked at him she'd be trapped in his game all over again. He was a weakness she'd grown accustomed to, a sin she'd committed too much, the one thing keeping her alive.

The blonde went to the mirror, getting some makeup on her face so she could go ahead faking another day. She was caught in the middle of applying lipstick to her pouted lips, hearing the hum that told her he'd opened his eyes. "I have to leave for work." Marlene managed to say, she did have to be at work in a few minutes but it sounded like an excuse-- it was actually a warning, one she should uphold.

[arabellasleopardcoat]

Cregan's Alphabet (Cregan Stark x Reader)

Summary: Just a quick little smutty alphabet for our favorite northern. Featuring fem!reader and full of my headcanons.

Warnings: Smut. Mature language. 

A/N: I promised a 2k character study but I am not too confident yet on writing smut for Cregan. No one asked for this, but I have always wanted to write one. Far more than 2k. Tagging @just-some-random-blogger so you can read my ramblings. 

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Gentle. Considerate, which it’s more than what I can say for most HOTD men. Cregan is the sort to clean you up and then fall asleep, preferably cuddling you. He is cautious to keep you warm, especially if you aren’t a northern. Will totally use the “sharing body heat” excuse to hold you close. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

About himself, I would say his hands. He is a swordsman, for starters, so they are pretty important to him. Wielding Ice it’s not an easy feat, the sword looked huge, and while I am sure that it takes quite a bit of strength, mobility in the wrists is also essential for sword fighting. Did you know Cregan is likely one of the best swordsmen in the Dance? The Dragonknight himself said he was the finest fighter he had faced, and that was when Aemon was in his prime and Cregan most likely… fifty-something? Sixty?

But we are not here to talk about his abilities with the sword. Well, we are, but not with Ice. Cregan likes his hands because he enjoys what he can do to you with them. Totally the kind to enjoy watching how his fingers dig into your skin, when he is holding you open for him, and how it dwarfs you or how easy it is to pin you down. Most likely, you will have smaller hands than him because the man is huge, and he likes that he can wrap his around yours and how tiny it makes yours look.  In my head, Cregan totally has a size kink, and I’ll go into it later. 

As for what he likes best about you, the answer is easy: Your mouth. Cregan is a simple man, and northern garb doesn’t quite allow for much to be visible beyond the hands and the face, considering the cold. There is something about a woman’s mouth that is sensuous to him. The way your lips move when you talk, the way they stretch when you smile, or how you nibble on quills when distracted, he loves it. He is a huge fan of making out. 

Cregan cannot help but think of how your lips would look, kiss swollen and shining with spit, or kissing a path down his body. How your mouth would look, stretched around his cock, your eyes meeting his. How you would taste afterwards of swallowing his seed. How it would fall open in sweet gasps, as you are overcome by the pleasure he intends to bring you.  

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He likes the idea of coming inside you, filling you with his seed, but it isn’t as much of a breeding kink thing as you would think. It’s more about marking you up in the most primal way. Cregan wouldn’t be opposed to spilling his seed all over you. He loves smelling or tasting himself on you. 

I fear in a society like Westeros, everyone and their mom has a breeding kink. Cregan is no exception, have you seen the amount of children he has in canon? He kept remarrying again and again. He would be happy to see you swollen with his child, the ultimate proof you are his and only his. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has two. Both related. First, Cregan will never voice it (because good old misogyny) but he loves it when you are in charge. He has a thing for fierce women, and you can bet that nothing is sexier to him than you directing him towards exactly where you want him. If you were to push his head towards between your thighs, or push him down to be able to ride him, he would lose his mind. 

He likes marking you, but he likes you marking him as well. Cregan is the sort of man that will wear anything you give him with pride, be it a brooch, a ring, or even hickeys. There is just something comforting about you wearing his hickeys or bruises, on leaving you covered in bite marks, on claiming you. Something that tells him you are there to stay, that he can keep you a second longer. Something that is as equally comforting as to see a physical reminder that you want him, and that you are not letting go. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

If we stick to book canon, Cregan is a widower. Arra was his first love, a childhood friend who later got betrothed to him. They had a child, so this man isn't a virgin. 

Brothel culture doesn't seem as prevalent in the North as it is in the South (Theon and Robb speak of the brothel in GOT in opposition to King's Landing's brothels. Plural) and Cregan kept remarrying and having children, so I would say he attaches sex and love or at least sex and marriage. He doesn't look like he goes to brothels either, considering how he speaks about duty. 

That is a good thing in my eyes. The experience he has, what little of it there is, is with a genuine woman. A whore would praise him and feign pleasure, I doubt Arra would have. So, I think he has only known one woman, but also that they did plenty. He knows what he is doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anything that allows for him to look into your eyes. Missionary can be as intense as more creative positions if the person you are with is as intense as Cregan. Picture this. You, laying spread over the furs, his hand holding your nape, fingers cradling your skull. His forehead pressed to yours, chest hair brushing against your chest, as he smothers you slightly with his weight. Bodies intertwined so close that you don’t know where you begin and Cregan ends. 

Cregan likes you on top too, as long as both of you are sitting. There is nothing better than watching you take your pleasure from him, hips rolling, hands braced against his shoulders, mouth agape in pained ecstasy. He much prefers it to reverse cowgirl because this way he can see your eyes and hold you close. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Serious. Too much sometimes. The scene with Jace at the Wall made it clear for me, this man is intense. I do not think he makes jokes during sex, but not do I think it kills the mood for him if something funny happens (I. E: Breaking the bed, butting heads when going for a kiss) I think he just ignores it and moves on. He has a lot of gravitas, the sort of man who no one would laugh at, and that helps to prevent him from getting moody if something embarrassing does happen. 

His overall approach in life is being serious, so if you are the most precious thing in the world to him, you can bet he will be serious during sex too. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Something I found really curious about him is that he doesn't have a beard. He was clean shaved, unlike other Starks we have met. Some say keeping a beard helps with the cold, even, yet he doesn't have one. Cregan's hair is pretty dark, so if he didn't shave regularly, he would have stubble. That he doesn't have any indicates to me that he takes care in his grooming. I think down there it’s the same. He isn’t clean-shaven, but he keeps things neat. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

If I had to define him in one word: Intense. To me, he has such a presence that I can only picture him as that. He is huge on eye contact and being so close you are practically breathing the same air. He strikes me as touch starved, so I feel it is very important to him to be caressed and touched gently. I doubt many people do that to the Lord of Winterfell, especially considering what happened to his family. Being orphaned and then usurped probably meant he wasn’t exactly getting cuddles. And, canonically, his best friend is a man, which in Westeros means zero touching, and he also married his other friend. 

Cregan isn’t much of a talker, but he is definitely the sort to say what he thinks with devastating effect. And that includes telling you just how attractive he finds you, or, if you are his long-term partner, how much he loves you. He isn’t waxing poetry, but it is sort of romantic in a blunt way. For example, if he likes your body, he will simply say so. No euphemisms, no overt praise. Just honesty. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He so does. No one can convince me of the contrary. To say he doesn’t is to be unrealistic. Cregan has a high sex drive, so when he is in a hurry or without you, he masturbates. If he is with you, and you have the time, he prefers sex. To him, sex isn’t a rushed affair, so it makes sense that if he is in the mood and lacking time, he will prefer to jack off. Though he won’t say no if you are offering, Cregan will probably sulk afterwards if he feels he didn’t get enough time to return the favor. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Cregan will not admit it out loud because he feels a bit bad about it, but he gets off on how much stronger or bigger than you he is. And before you go rolling your eyes at me and saying I do not think of my bigger girls, I want you to think about how tall he is and the fact that he wields Ice. He can totally handle a reader who probably has little strength because patriarchy in Westeros, most of us will not be running around with a sword like Arya or Brienne. 

As an honorable man, who does his best to uphold his every vow and oath, it’s a bit difficult to reconcile the vow he has made to protect you with what he thinks are thoughts of… less honorable men. He also respects you far too much to actually hurt you. But there is a secret, pleasant coiling in his gut when he steers you with a firm hand on your waist, or when he lifts you on his cock like a ragdoll under the pretense of helping you when your thighs ache from riding him for too long. And the fewer mentions there are about how much he enjoys being able to pin your wrists down when the two of you are play wrestling, the better. It isn’t as if he is misusing it in the bedroom, either, but you will hear about that in a bit….

And his size kink doesn’t stop in our more modern context, either. He has one that goes in the original sense. Cregan is a simple man, as I have stated before. If you tell him you are anxious because you think he won’t fit, he is having a field day. What man doesn’t love to hear that? He would love to see you spread open on his cock, watching as your cunt struggles to take inch after delicious inch, or how dainty your fingers look wrapped around his length. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Cregan strikes me as a private man. He presents a stoic facade to the world, and is probably fearful of being vulnerable. And sex can be a very vulnerable thing, especially since I see him having trouble with not getting attached. He doesn’t do casual in my eyes.  For those reasons, I think he prefers places where you can lock the door and not be disturbed for a very long time, especially if Rickon is already in the picture. He also seems responsible enough to not want to traumatize his child. 

I think for comfort’s sake, Cregan would say his favorite place is his bedroom. A comfortable mattress, a functional door, and a fireplace seems like a winning combination to him. He is open to doing it somewhere else, like his solar, where the door can also be locked, but it seems a bit rushed to him. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Cregan likes strong women. It is one of the reasons he likes Black Aly, I think. And it takes strength to survive in the North. So any time you display competency, be it because you are some great swordswoman, politician or tactician, hell, even if you are competent in the daily running of Winterfell, he is into it. I picture him standing there, watching in awe at you doing your thing, and thinking of how lucky he is.

I stated before that Cregan likes marking you. If he sees you in his clothes, that man is ravishing you as soon as you get the chance. But if you are the one marking him? Or being a little jealous, like grabbing his arm when a lady looks at him too long? Cregan isn’t waiting for an opportunity or the right moment, he simply throws you over his shoulder and carries you to bed. You have staked your claim, and it's only fair he gets his turn. 

And, of course, a staple. Seeing you with Rickon or any other children makes him think of you giving him children of your own. Nothing wrong with the basics, right? 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I am going to say something unpopular. I do not see Cregan as the kind of man who is interested in hurting you. He can be rough with you, if you ask for it, but I do not think choking you to almost unconsciousness will do much for him. Holding you down, yes, hurting you, no. I also don’t picture him as the kind to enjoy dubious consent in a modern sense, though considering the whole marriage in Westeros thing, I do think he would want to “exercise his marital rights” sometimes. Why? Because he kept having children with his wives, so I think the whole heir and spare was important to him. There is an implicit dubious consent there, if he argues it is your duty, but I do not think he would enjoy abusing his power. I mean, do I see him, like, accosting the maids? Hell no. And of course, noncon is totally out. If you said no, it’s a no, and that is the end of it. Unlike other characters in HOTD, he won’t try to convince you or coax you into it. He respects you and your boundaries too much. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers receiving. And it’s totally in love with it. I am sorry, I know it might seem annoying, but it’s on-brand because he is obsessed with your mouth, has a size kink and likes marking. I do not make the rules, it is how it is! 

Nothing is more than a treat to him than watching how your mouth stretches around his cock, how you struggle to take him inside. He is careful not to let you choke too much, but Cregan is a bit ashamed to admit that it strokes his ego when you do. He likes cradling your skull when you do it, and has enough manners not to push your head around. If you ask him to guide you, he will do so. Same if you ask him to hold your hair. Huge fan of eye contact he is, will stare intently at your face as you take him in. It gives him the advantage of looking exactly how wrecked your pretty face gets. 

He almost enjoys the aftermath more than the actual blowjob. Cregan likes to see how your mouth looks, lips swollen and puffy from the abuse they have been subjected to, eyelashes a bit wet, face painted with his seed. It’s enough to ensure you get a very nice quid pro quo and then some. 

Cregan is not a huge fan of giving oral. He is indifferent to the act, but he enjoys bringing you pleasure. He is experienced enough to know his way around a woman’s body, and he is a quick study. It means he will get down on his knees, and kiss you there until you are a quivering mess. Once he learns what you like, though, he is a menace. He will do it over and over, holding almost a competition with himself, trying every time to get you to your peak as fast as he can. And when Cregan is in a mood to tease you, his knowledge of your body will prove equally dangerous because he will know all your tells and places to avoid so you can tether on the brink until he feels satisfied with how close to insanity he has brought you. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Cregan likes taking it slow. Sex is as much for making heirs as it is a bonding activity. He enjoys how connected to you it makes him feel, so he will draw it out as long as he can. He takes his time, cradling you close. His thrusts aren’t rushed, he moves his hips as if he has all the time in the world, making sure to hit the spots that make you feel stars. Some men seem to be in a race to reach their orgasm, but not him. Cregan isn’t the kind of man to chase his own pleasure selfishly either, and he knows that to be able to give you yours, it’s better to have finesse than blunt force. Sex with him is intense, though not because you are physically overwhelmed. Rather, he makes sure to fully engage you in it, leaving you pleasantly sore for the next day. 

If you ask him to move faster or be rougher, Cregan will certainly deliver, though it isn’t what he prefers. He will probably go back to his unhurried pace to draw it out a moment longer before finishing. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not a fan. Cregan is a very private man, as I said before, and quickies often are in places that aren’t very much so. He also likes drawing it out because he enjoys the intimacy sex brings. So I can’t see him enjoying them. Except… 

Except if it is to tease you. To give you both a taste of what it could be like, pent you both up, torture himself by feeling exactly how good it could be if you got a few more minutes. To Cregan, the only acceptable quickies are the ones that are foreplay. Otherwise, he feels his fun is cut short and just has to brood for a while. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

The embodiment of “If not broken, why fix it?” Cregan will need some coaxing to come out of his comfort zone. The two of you switch it up in the bedroom, and it's rarely boring, but if you want to add new elements to your dynamic, you will have to say so. Otherwise, Cregan will not mention it. He has fantasies of his own, and fantasies will remain unless you ask him about it. Once you ask, though, he is more than willing to explore and share. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

As I said, Cregan enjoys drawing it out, so I am afraid there will not be multiple rounds in a night. If you are lucky, and he doesn’t have an early morning, there might be two. Wanting to draw it out means he lasts longer than most men, taking his time with you.  He is a firm believer of ladies going first, but the show isn’t over when you orgasm. You seriously didn’t think he would stop at just one, did you? 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

It’s Westeros and he is a Stark. He doesn't own toys. But modern Cregan just might. It would have to be you who asks him about it, but once you open the gates to that little kingdom, he is willing to both use them on you and on himself. His only condition would be using them together. For some reason, I think Cregan could really get his money’s worth out of a bullet vibrator. It’s nothing too adventurous, but it does require some creativity. There are other uses beyond pressing it to your clit as he fucks you. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Huge tease. Both with you and himself. He is the sort to give you charged looks across the room, eyes so dark that only with a gaze alone you feel your nipples pebbling in your bodice. He will press against you subtly during a feast, feeling how your body molds perfectly to his, before putting distance between the two of you. It’s just enough to get you squirming as you think of the delights soon to follow. 

In the actual bedroom, Cregan likes drawing things out, as I said, and the best thing to do so is to tease. He is infuriating about it. He will kiss you until you are dizzy with want, and won’t advance any further until you are begging him for it. Foreplay with him feels like the sweetest torture. 

With orgasms, it’s much worse. He is a fan of edging you, rather than overstimulation because he likes how wet and desperate you get. And since he always tries to make sure you orgasm first, it means that he is also teasing himself. One thing about him? He has perfect self-control. He will deny you both, torturing himself, until he feels it has gone on long enough. Only then, he will grant you release. 

And if you try to trick him or get around it by taking matters into your own hands? You can bet that Cregan won’t hesitate to use his strength against you, pinning your wrists down and forcing you to take exactly what he is giving you. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Quiet. Cregan isn’t a man of many words. He isn’t the sort to whisper filth in your ears during sex, nor will he moan. I think he is the sort to quietly sigh and grunt instead. He is devastatingly honest, and he will be very assertive at telling you how he wants you. 

“Spread your legs a bit further. Just like that.” or “Turn over. Hands and knees, good girl.” 

I also see him being the kind of guy who talks you through your orgasm. His speech isn’t very flowery, and it’s more supportive than anything else. 

“Good, that’s it. Ride my hand, just like that. Don’t fight it.” 

When he is the one orgasming, he is probably muffling his moans by biting your shoulder or burying his face against your skin. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Cregan is obsessed with the way you smell. Blame the slightly wolfish traits of the Starks. Perfume or no perfume, he gets a whiff of your scent, and he gets a bit feral. Best way to get him in the mood? Asking him to unbraid and brush your hair. He will be unable to resist you. Loves the way your hair smells, with or without the products. He finds it soothing too, because you smell of home and love to him. If you were together when he has to march to King’s Landing, he is taking your pillowcase or some of your clothes to get him by while he is in the road. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He is tall and big. I think his cock matches his height, so I would say he has a good length and girth on himself, slightly leaning toward the obscene. Shower, not grower, which is such a treat in my opinion. I think it has a nice curve too. He is very pale, so I think his cock has a bit of a flush that gets darker towards the tip. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I will only say this: In canon, he has ten children. There. Make of that what you wish. And while I will agree that there was no television in that day and age… Well. Still. 

High sex drive. I would guess there is little to do if you are snowed in, so we will give him a pass. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Quickly. Cregan is decent enough to ensure you are moderately clean and warm before he passes out right next to you. And truly, he only does so because he loves you. Cregan would pass out immediately after were it not because he fears you might get cold or find sleeping into a puddle of your combined fluids gross. Much like a bear, once he is sated, he hibernates, so if he falls asleep cuddling you, you are not going anywhere. 

[scarareg]

Things I believe about Jaehaerys, Alysanne and their children (tw:mention of SA):

This is a super unpopular opinion, but to me Aemon and Baelon felt like they were secretly a couple, at least at some point of their lives. Maybe after getting married they were loyal to their partners, or have an open marriage, I don't really know. But while reading about them, it always felt kinda gay

Due to her upbringing and the fact her mom protected her so much as a child, Alysanne is painfully oblivious about a lot of stuff. Like, she not being aware of the First Night right still being practiced. She also does not know that people can be LGBTQ+ , to her everyone is straight. This explains why she did not know Rhaena is a lesbian or Vaegon is aroace. It never even crossed her mind the possibility of he could be gay, which I think it would be the first thing a mother would assume when she notices her son is not interested in women

Jaehaerys maritally raped Alysanne

Alysanne cheated on Jaehaerys with Alaric Stark

Jaehaerys constantly cheated on Alysanne with lots of women

Jaehaerys used the right of the First Night at least once

Alyssa was jealous of Vaegon, because she wanted to do things considered "for men" and she was not allowed to participate. Vaegon was a guy who could have done all the activities she could not, and yet he chose not to, which irked her

Jaehaerys molested at least 3 of his daughters: Saera, Viserra and Gael

After getting pregnant for the 10 time, something in Alysanne broke and this is why she is taking her frustrations on her daughters

Alysanne disliked Viserra and arranged her marriage out of spite. The reasons why Alysanne did not like her daughter may be: A-Out of jealousy. Like when some mothers instead of getting mad at their partners for sexually abusing their children, they take their side and then victim blame the children. B-Alysanne was projecting her relationship with Jay onto Baelor and Alyssa, so Viserra "getting in their way" made her a target of her mom's anger for "breaking the illusion". C-Alysanne had blue eyes and honey-blonde hair, meanwhile Viserra looked every bit Valyrian, with purple eyes, silver hair, white skin and she is described as "a grace that was somehow eerie and unsettling in one so young" , and she wanted to be a queen, so Alysanne did not like the idea of a "younger and more beautiful" girl taking her place, just like Cersei. D-Alysanne was taking out her frustrations on Saera in Viserra. Maybe it was a mix of all of them

Viserra was not planning on "having a last night of fun" the night she died, she was trying to escape

Furthermore, all the people who tried to help Viserra escape were silenced

The younger children did not have dragons because it was a way for Jaehaerys to exert control over them, especially the women, so they could not run away. Vaegon is the only man who has not dragon because he was brave enough to stand up to both of his parents in front of the court and he is also really intelligent. Jaehaerys probably did not feel comfortable giving him such a weapon, because if there was one of his sons who could become a threat to Jay, it would be Vaegon

Gael's baby's father was Jaehaerys

At the end of her life, Alysanne secretly regretted and resented her marriage with Jaehaerys

In his last months of life, Jaehaerys felt guilt over how he had treated his daughters

[avariciously-odessa]

Lenore is my older sister. I never thought there would be a time in which you would have ended up with my father and mother.

King Angelus– but he's no monster. Quite the opposite.

My sister Lenore has the same red tresses as you like our mother did. We were raised as siblings.

Which grandfather? Just need to know which monster to deal with.

[crownrots]

🐉THE HEIRS OF THE DRAGON — the dragon's daughters. (x) (x)

[alvsanne]

Queen Alysanne and her seven daughters. The White Princess TV series (2017) // "Fourth of July" by Sufjan Stevens // Stained glass window commissioned by King Edward IV featuring his daughters, c. 1480 // Quote attributed to Marie-Antoinette regarding her daughter's birth, c. 1778 // The family of Leopold I by Johann Zoffany, 1776 (detail) // The White Queen TV series (2013) // // Tumblr user honeytuesday // The White Princess TV series (2017) // "Hecuba" by Euripides // "Passage" by Vienna Teng // Lady Bird (2017) dir. Greta Gerwig // "L'Innocence" by William Bouguereau, 1893 (detail) // Portrait of King Jaehaerys I, Queen Alysanne Targaryen, and their son Aemon Targaryen by Magali Villeneuve (detail) // Fire & Blood by George R. R. Martin (2018) // Game of Thrones s06e02 // House of the Dragon s01e01, s02e01, s02e04 // "Anguish" by August Friedrich Schenck, c. 1878 (detail)

[the20thangel]

Insatiable Appetites

Summary: Two requests into one: the reader is a Targaryen, and she and Aegon were lovers once. And when the reader comes to King landing for her mother's crowning (no war, please), Aegon makes comments about how they were once lovers or something, and Benji calls him a c**t. (I keep re-watching that episode just for that) Because while Benji may be jealous, he's down bad for our girl. Jealous smut ensues.

Tags: NSFW, MDNI, 18+

Word Count: 2555

(this is an x reader fanfic but just with a name)

A sliver dragon was flying in the skies, with two black-haired figures flying on top of it. As many royal family members walked out, they saw Sliverwing landing towards the dragonpit. The two figures climbed down from the she-dragon; two kingsguards came forward, one overjoyed to see them and the other not. They happened to be Ser Cole and Ser Harrold.  

“Welcome back to Kingslanding Princess Visenya, and welcome Lord Blackwood,” Ser Harrold greeted with a warm smile, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the princess and her lord husband. 

Princess Visenya, Rhaenyra’s daughter, turned to the kingsguard, smiling at the guard who seemed like another grandfather. Visenya, named after the conqueror, was a sight to behold. She did not have the typical Valyrian hair; instead, she inherited the Baratheon and Arryn genes, having long, dark, straight hair. Which combined beautifully with her inherited great-grandsire Aemon’s eye color, which was pretty lilac. She was graceful and deadly, a combination that captivated the hearts of every lord and lady in court. She was a force to be reckoned with, which made many men fall madly in love, trying to win over her hand of marriage, all failed but one. 

“Good Morrow Ser Harrold, I’m happy to see your face; how have you been?” pondered Visenya as she extended her arm to her husband Benjicot Blackwood as the two walked towards the carriage and horses.

“Overjoyed to have you back, no offense, my lord, but the Red Keep has missed their princess,” teased Ser Harrold to Benjicot, who couldn't help but grin at the knight's playful banter. 

“Then you better make the most of it while she is here because I’m afraid, Ser, she is well loved back in Raventree Hall. My people and I will not give her up so quickly.” bragged Benjicot as he helped his wife onto his horse, then climbed up and sat in front of her. 

Visneya sighed as they began to ride towards the red keep; after years, she thought her family would remember that she preferred to ride horseback rather than sit in a lousy carriage. 

As the party reached the red keep, the royal family stood there, wearing various colors: red, black, green, and blue. As everyone graces the couple with a smile, only Alicent sneered, seeing a lady riding her horse and not in the carriage. Visneya and Benji demounted their horse, letting the stable boy take it. 

“My dear granddaughter, how this castle has grown so lonely without you here…I hope Raventree Hall has treated you well,” spoke Viserys, huffing with each breath. 

Visenya smiled at her grandsire, curtsying as Benji followed with his own bow. 

“Yes, Raventree Hall has made itself a wonderful home,” explained Senya, seeing her mother smile in relief. 

“That is good. Come, let us return to the castle while we prepare for the feast and coronation of my dear Rhaenyra tomorrow,” commanded Viserys. Ser Harrold led the king back, and the rest of the family followed. 

While everyone returned to their duties or chambers, Visenya decided to give a tour of the royal family side of the castle to her husband. Something many lords and ladies could only hope to see. Walking through the hall, Visenya showed her husband all the spots she and her brothers used to run around when they were younger. As they reached Meagor’s Holdfast, Aegon exited Heleana’s rooms. Seeing his niece, he smirked, walking to greet her and her husband. 

“Well, niece, it's finally nice to see you back since your wedding. I hope your husband and his home are satisfying you; we dragons have insatiable appetites.” taunted Aegon, scanning his eyes slowly down her body, smirking at Benjicot as he left. 

Visenya rolled her eyes as she led her husband away, who gave Aegon a dirty look and walked into her old chambers. 

“I still can’t believe you slept with him,” questioned Benjicot, sitting down on the red silk chaise, staring at his wife, who groaned. Visneya sat next to him, kissing his neck before replying. 

“I was young, stupid, and very drunk. Besides, it was only once, and it is not my fault that I was such a wonderful lover that he became obsessed. I can remember that night as being mediocre at best.” Visneya explained as she turned Ben’s face to her. 

“Besides, as he said, dragons have an insatiable appetite, and you, my dear husband, have done wonders to satisfy me.” She kissed him and smiled as she felt his arms tighten around her waist. 

As the lord was about to pull her under him, a knock broke them out of their musings. Growling, the princess rose to answer the door, seeing a knight at the door. The knight told the princess that her brothers had invited her and her husband to the training grounds in the afternoon, wanting to do some practice runs together. The princess nodded with a smile, thanking the knight as she closed the door. 

Benjicot hmm as he placed one more kiss on her head, “As much I want to continue my love, if we start, I will not be able to stop until tomorrow’s feast, and then that will be breaking the promise to your brothers.” 

Visneya pouted, “Very well, but you will finish what you started, my raven; I will not be ignored.” 

Benjicot widely grinned, kissing the corner of her cheek. “As my princess commands of me.”  

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In the training yards, grunts and playfully bantered filled the air, with men dueling each other and teaching the younger princes the way of the sword. Visenya herself was teaching her younger brother, Joffrey, how to hold a sword correctly, smiling as her brother practiced the stances. As she looked up, she grinned at Benjicot, who took a break to watch his wife with her younger brother; he could just imagine the same thing back home, but only it would be their children. 

“Blackwood, I challenge you to a duel…” the voice's owner, Aegon, stuttered towards the raven lord. 

Visenya scoffed at her uncle; he was drunk and overly confident. Benjicot glanced at his wife, wondering if he should entertain the idea. Visenya tipped to the side, thinking, at one point, this could be an excellent opportunity for Ben to knock him off his ego train. On the other hand, this was Aegon. Should he get injured, Alicent would probably start making a fuss to the king. Unfortunately, Aegon took the slight pause as Benjicot being afraid. Grinning, he began taunting the Blackwood lord. 

“Oh, are you afraid of being burned by the dragon, Blackwood? Hmmm?” laughed Aegon as he slightly swayed. 

Benjicot just smirked; this would be a piece of cake. 

“Very well, I accept your challenge, Prince Aegon,” spoke Benjicot as he took a practice sword from Prince Jacaerys, who wished him the best and put Aegon in his place. 

Aegon walked around prancing, which many would describe as looking like a peacock. Benjicot rolled his eyes as he began to turn, swinging his swords and striking Aegon on his arm. This caused the prince to yelp as he turned to his opponent. Growling, Aegon decided to attack, missing Benjicot miserably as Benji easily dodged away from him. This made the crowd chuckle, infuriating the prince as he grew more upset and reckless in his striking towards the lord. 

“Uncle Aegon isn’t good with the sword, huh, Senya,” commented Joffrey, seeing his uncle constantly missing and being struck down by his good-brother. 

Visenya hummed in agreement. Aegon is not the best swordsman; clearly, being drunk did him no favors. As she made eye contact with Aemond, she almost felt pity. Aemond looked like he wanted the earth to swallow him. He was so embarrassed by his brother’s performance that he did not want people to think his sword skills were on par with Aegon’s. 

As Aegon grew more irritated and tired from the duel, he got an idea that he believed would get the advantage of Benjicot. He crouched down, picking up a chunk of dirt and flinging it towards Benji’s eyes. Benjicot quickly backed away and closed his eyes, trying not to allow any dirt to enter his eyes and narrowingly blocking the sword that came to him. Aegon darkly smirked as he leaned in. 

“I have to give you props, lord Benjicot; not every man would be okay with having Targaryen second. Tell me, is my niece’s cunt still tight? Does she wrap her pretty little legs around you as you take her? Does she claim to moan your name as loudly as she did with me…” whispered Aegon, enjoying Benjicot’s face frown, his eyes darkening with anger. 

Benjicot pushed back, causing the prince to flatter, trying not to show his shock at the raven lord. Benjicot stalked toward Aegon, looking like a predator ready to strike his prey. 

“You have no honor to use such words to get a ruse of your opponent… you can barely call yourself a prince of the realm, you craven little cunt!” shouted Benji as he used the handle of his practice sword to punch Aegon straight in his face. 

Knocking Aegon on his ass as the Prince held his now bleeding nose. Jacaerys and Visenya quickly joined Benjicot’s side as chaos exploded, and Criston Cole took out his steel. 

“Halt!” commanded Ser Harrold as the crowd raised their sight to the balcony. 

King Viserys was shaking his head in disappointment at his son as Prince Daemon cackled heavily to the side, finding the situation hilarious. 

“Aegon was the one who challenged Lord Blackwood and used dirty tactics to win a match he was losing. Ser Cole, I advise you to teach my sons better strategies to defeat an opponent, not resulting in insults. Take Aegon to see a maester. Let this be done. Hopefully, he does not bruise for tomorrow. Daemon, cease your laughs.” commanded Viserys, growing more annoyed when his brother continued laughing. 

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As Benjicot burst into the chamber, he angrily began to strip, wanting to take a bath to cool off, not wanting to do something drastic. Visneya followed her husband to the bed chambers, dismissing the servants. 

“Ben, what is going on? What did Aegon say to upset you?” questioned Senya, growing shocked when he turned to her growling. 

“Don’t say his name…”  growled Benjicot as he approached her. 

Visneya was shocked, having never seen her husband this fired up before. She walked towards him when he took her and forcefully pushed her to the bed. Crashing onto the bed, she gasped as she felt his body on her. He was a storm, a storm that ironically was warming her up.  

“You are mine, my wife, your body, mine,” announced Benji as he began to kiss her, hungrily capturing her lips, then her jaw, all the way down to her neck. He paused to bite and lick her neck and collarbones. Making Senya moan, feeling the assault on her neck; she would be covered in love bites tomorrow. The whole court will see them since she didn’t pack any high-neck dresses. 

As Benji continued to devour his wife’s skin, he roughly began to undress her and himself, leaving them naked as he reached down to see her cunt weeping for him. Seeing her wetness, he grinned widely, pulling her closer to him, and he started grinding himself to her. 

“Who does your body belong to, hmm,” questioned Benjicot, enjoying the sweet gasps and moans from the princess’s mouth. 

“Yours..” whispered Senya, feeling overwhelmed by the fast pace. This sensation was new but exciting. 

Squealing, she felt herself being flipped with her ass in the air as her husband pressed her face to her the bed. She jolted, feeling him slap her bare bottom. 

“I said…who does your body belong to?” growled Benjicot, giving another slap. 

“Yours! My body belongs to you!” Senya loudly moaned, closing her eyes, withering in painful pleasure. 

“Yes, your body is mine, not Aegon’s, not anybody else's. You were made to take my cock and only mine.” Stated Benji, rubbing himself at her entrance. 

Visneya could only nod, feeling excited about how rough he was being. She wanted him inside her already, but she felt another slap instead. 

“What do you want, or I won’t give you anything,” commanded Benji, his grin ever growing as Visenya sobbed, pressing her body towards him. 

“You! Ben, I want you… I want you to fuck me, Please!” pleaded Visenya, groaning in delight, feeling him roughly enter her cunt. 

“That’s my good girl; you are going to take me in so well,” grunted Benji, going in and out quickly and fiercely. 

As skin slapping filled the room, Senya felt that she would break in half as Ben pulled out and packed in viciously. Her whole body rocked as she felt her husband riding her. Gripping the bedsheets till her knuckles turned white. 

“Yes! So good, yes, Ben, you are so good.” moaned Visenya into her pillow, gasping as Benji pulled her body upright. 

Grasping her breast, he growled into her ear, “I want the whole castle to hear you moan my name; let everyone hear that you are mine. I want Aegon to wish he could make you feel this good.” 

Bouncing her up and down, he lowered his fingers down to her sensitive bud, taking the time to give attention to it, causing Visenya to moan louder than she ever did before. 

“My gods, Benji! Yes! Please fuck me harder, please, I need it!” begged Senya, feeling her release rushing to her. She knew she was so close. Closing her eyes, she reached behind to grasp her husband's hair, roughly pulling it.  

“That’s it, sweetheart…. Where do you want me to finish, in your pretty mouth or in..” 

“Inside me! I need you to fill me…please, Ben, my body craves your release inside me. Mark me, please!” pleaded Visenya, whimpering as she felt his hot release wash over her. It was so warm. 

Gasping, Benjicot finally released her, laying her down on the bed as he lay next to her, still attached. After intense bedding, the two struggled to catch their breath, Visneya placing a hand on her chest. After a moment, Benji slipped out of her and gathered her in his arms. 

“Was I too rough, Senya?” he whispered, lightly kissing her shoulder. 

Visneya inhaled deeply as she turned her body to him. Shaking her head, she pressed a kiss on his chest. 

“No, Ben, I’m fine…it just took me by surprise.” she stared at her husband’s eyes, seeing her sweet husband stare lovingly at her. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be that rough; it's just that Aegon’s words affected me, for him to make such comments about you…” 

Visneya shushed her husband with a sweet kiss. Smiling as she felt him hold her tenderly, this was the side of Benjicot that only she got to see—her sweet Ben. 

“Aegon could never compare to you; he could never make my body crave him like you do with me.” she professed as she stroked his cheek. 

“I am yours, and you are mine…” vowed Visneya, nuzzling her face to him.

Benjicot smiled, kissing his wife as he spoke his vows to her again, “I am yours, and you are mine.”

[greeds-indulgence]

You're the second person to claim that I have a mustache, or at least that I should.

Why would I need to hide?

Father, we need to find you somewhere to hide-

You're not him. No 'stache, the fuck?