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robbsstar · 2 years ago

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-> young! Aemond Targaryen x young! Velaryon Reader -> Aemond hates you, you hate him and the two of you act it in a brutal way out -> pathetic reader, petty reader, Ser Criston, swearing, blood, people indirectly ganging up on a child

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The maids tried to convince the young Velaryon princess as they dressed her for breakfast with her family. Just as the knights and lords in Kings landing, are the maids in the castle the same. All the people who were not part of her family- including the Targaryen's talked behind the three siblings and their supposed to be father, Prince Leanor Velaryon.

You were the first born, the heir to the iron throne, people often assumed you inherited the the likes of a past Targaryen King even if called a bastard. Sometimes even your mother, Rhaenrya wondered if it was her fault or if you were really born like this. After a while she started to accept you and your personality as you were her first born her child, her heir. So whatever your issues were, she looked past it but not many people could. In fact everyone except your brothers and parents could do so.

Years after being a babe, the people had no worries it started when you were able to voice your thoughts and move your legs. You started cussing out the maids in your chambers whether they did wrong or not, you cussed out everyone you thought was below you. Hence the reputation you held now.

Suddenly a maid felt a hot liquid fall down her face and in between her breast. First silence followed but then the wretch waved her hands like crazy, trying to dry her ugly and used dress as she wept. ‘’Stop your wailing, maid. This is your fault, leave at once.’’ You scoffed still tired from waking up. The maid looked down at the young and short princess, unable to think. She did not understand how you could hold so much power at just ten.

Her head bowed in submission and left the room after apologizing, her skin as red as fire. The other maids grew stiffer and stiffer as they worked on the dress you were to wear for today. Your chambers were so quiet, the worried maids heard you slurping on tea that magically spilled on the young girl from just moments ago.

They managed to be even quieter when your sarcastic voice filled the room, sweat was rolling their faces and heads filling with insults for the young princess, unknowingly slowing their working hands down. ‘’Back when I was just seven I visited Driftmark. There is a beach too and I found these creatures on land that resembled the lot of you. Do you know what my Grandsire called them, Huh? They are named turtles... Green, fat and slow. I despise things like that.’’

You lifted your morning tea to your mouth as you finished making your point, hiding your small smirk when you felt the hands of your maids working faster than ever before.

It wasn’t long when your brothers picked you up and the three of you went to eat with the rest of your family. There you were greeted by your Grandsire the King, the queen, her children and of course your own parents.

It was peaceful just like the other times but that peace was quickly followed by uneasiness. Your oldest uncle, Aegon succeeded in slipping some wine to breakfast but was unfortunately caught by his mother to which she began humbling him. Her hands shot out to snatch the wine from his hands, resulting in wine covering both the queens dress and her sons tunic.

You immediately lowered your head to not be caught laughing. You felt the piercing gaze of your mother and Jace hitting your arm. He too found it funny but was not as obvious as you. Though you did try to hide your amusement.

When you calmed down you wanted to meet the eyes of Aegon, to see if he found it as amusing as you but instead the violet eyes of Aemond, your other uncle found yours. He was only slightly older than you. Many times you called him pathetic for not being able to get a dragon and so sent a smirk his way as you popped a grape in your mouth, eating it with with an open mouth to annoy him further.

You saw his lips close and hands gripping the knife harder. He never liked you, your brother he could tolerate despite his mothers disfavour to all the Velaryon- Bastard children. His main issue with you was the bullying he received from both you and his older brother, the young white haired already felt betrayed enough that his brother always teased him but when you joined Aegon his trust towards his family weaved even more.

At first he thought, you only followed Aegon because you had a crush on his brother but that thought left as quickly as it came when you teased/bullied him even when you were alone or with your brothers. He could see that your brothers looked up at you, ignoring your temper and cockiness and too started teasing him when Aegon or you were present.

Even though all four teased him, there still was a difference between you and the other three. His and your brothers still talked to him and joked with him rather than at him. You never laughed with him.

Once a Lord and his daughter came to Kings landing, to try and have his daughter wed to the second born as Aegon was wed to you. It almost was a succeed too if not for you. Aemond actually took a liking towards the Lords daughter but then he found you talking to her while he was training with his brother and nephews.

The young boy saw the daughter turning to him with a smile on her face, he thought she was beautiful but then he grew distracted when he noticed that she was not smiling at him but laughing at him with you behind her whispering words of poison into her ear.

Thanks to Aegon, Aemond found out that you had described his hair as Goat milk and rumoured to her that his dragon allegedly died right when saw Aemonds face- it actually never hatched.

His hatred for you grew even stronger but his calm and shy personality could not do anything, he could not do anything because he did not want be a disappointment like his brother. When Aemond would do something it would always contain words.

The young Targaryen prince did not even notice that breakfast has finished and they were to leave the table. Before he left the room completely, he glared at you and mouthed the word bastard while staring you right in the face. Aemond turned his back to you as he walked to his room to do whatever, not noticing the dark and murderous eyes being thrown at his head.

Only an hour passed since breakfast with the king. Your grandsire was back in his room resting while you and Helaena watched your brothers train. Your aunt was staring at the ugly being in her hand while you tried talking to her. It was hard as she never actually spoke rather mumbled to herself.

You watched the insect with disfavour in your eyes. ‘’Are you not disgusting it maybe holds any diseases, aunt?’’ You again tried your luck speaking with her. ‘’It doesn’t.’’ Her soft voice whispered, her eyes not leaving that thing. ‘’How would you know?’’ You chuckled, throwing your hair back while cussing out the wind.

‘‘I know.’‘ She again whispered not even acknowledging you. You scoffed, walking away, you could not be bothered. Before you were out of the young princess reach she actually said something, not to her animals but you. ‘‘actions have consequences- a bee dies after stinging another.’‘

You only looked at her like she was crazy, you waved her hand at her while walking to the weapons. ‘’Whatever.’’

You searched through the cart, that was filled with weapons. A loud laughed filled the air when you found something interesting. Before you could take it out fully a knight stopped you. ‘’Princesses are not allowed to wield weapons... my lady.’’ You took your hand out of the cart and turned to look at who was thinking they could order you. A displeased frown was shown on your face when Ser Criston Cole stood in front of you, a hand on his sword and the other wiping the sweat from his face.

You knew him and you hated him. He was always seen following the brown queen around like a dog. Your eyes turned to the right to see your uncles and brothers watching the scene. ‘’You left your job to train my uncles and brothers to tell me I cannot wield something from my own home?’’

You words were dripping with disbelieve, making the knight uncomfortable. He heard the stories of Rhaenrya first born being a little different than expected. Criston opened his mouth to continue talking but was stopped by the hand you shoved in his face. How he wished he could break this hand of yours and see Rhaenrya cry. The hatred for your mother never left.

He felt embarrassed as a ten year old disciplined him in front of the princes and other knights. ‘’How about a compromise?’’ You laughed in his face, clearly loving the anger shown on his face. Everyone on field knew you were made out of sarcasm and pettiness as shown by your words. ‘’You, Ser Criston Cole, go back being the training dog while I take the weapon I like, take the horse I like, take the dress I like and take the whore I like. Do you understand? I take what I desire and right now I desire for you to be gone. Piss off!’’ Your high pitched voice grew louder with each word you send his way. The training ground reflected the personality of Helaena, just as quiet as her.

‘‘I apologize my Lady. It was not in my place.’‘ Ser Criston was basically forced to speak these words. ‘’No it was not!’’

The eyes of the knights not leaving his body as he continued to train the princes. The shame in him and hatred for you grew even wider when he saw the oldest prince, Aegon laugh at what happened.

‘’That imbecile of a knight.’‘ You muttered under your breath and for the second time went on your tiptoes to look over the cart and grab what you saw before. You took the small bow and the already used arrows. Taking a good look at what you were holding, you grin.

As you were failing to shoot an arrow straight you did not feel the presence of another knight behind you. You body shook when hands where suddenly holding yours, big and dirty hands. ‘’Who dar-’’

‘‘May I help you, princess?’‘ The voice of a man interrupted you. Not an unfamiliar one, the voice belonged to Ser Harwin, a knight who always smiled at you and was always with your mother. You liked him and appreciated his service but not enough to show kindness. ‘’Are you telling me I am to dumb to use a bow and arrow?’’ She mumbled slightly embarrassed, knowing the shots from before definitely agreed.

‘’Of course not, my princess. You just need a little guiding and you can already go hunting yourself.’’ His words gave her courage and confidence as he spoke. ‘’Do you reckon?’’ You asked.

‘‘Absolutely.’‘

You showed immediate improvement while Ser Harwin was teaching you but still you always missed your targets. Anger was shown as you cussed out everyone on the field but it only grew worse when you heard an ugly chuckle from your right side. You stopped listening to the knight next to you and turned to see who dared to laugh at you.

First white hair entered your vision, then violet eyes and after that you saw your uncle smirking at your arrows lying on the ground while kicking the dirt near his feet. Your ears completely blocked out Ser Harwin and the people around you and only focused on the form of your uncle. You remembered the word he spoke to you not even two hours ago.

Aemond brought his attention back to the Ser Cristin when it was his turn, ignoring your dark eyes. ‘’Princess focus please, you will not be able to hunt a boar like that.’’ Ser Harwin rubbed your shoulder, trying to get your attention away from your uncle and make the air feel lighter around you. The Strong knight was not in the dark with your temper issues and was glad he could help Rhaenrya in raising you as your father was away drinking his sorrows.

You lowered the bow and arrow and turned to look up at him, your brown eyes as sweet as sugar. ‘’Can I choose a target on my own?’’ It was like the anger you just held was replaced with honey. Your voice so soft, you resembled any ordinary ten year old. The knight pressed his lips together, thinking if that was a good idea but could not deny his daughter.

‘‘Of course, my princess.’‘

You smiled brightly at him and turned away, hiding the dirty smile from him. ‘’Could you step back Ser, I do not want to feel pressured.’’ You spoke lies with amusement as you held your head high. ‘’Of course.’’

Your head was filled with vile things while pretending to search for a target, in reality you already had something in mind hence you told the knight to step back so he would not be able to stop you. Your eyes followed Ser Criston and Aemond as they clashed their swords together. You searched for your brothers, wanting to know where to run to when things escalated. They were on the other side of the training ground, meaning you had to run past Aemond.

That did not matter though, all you needed to do was to run past him. It was just running. You could handle that. You slowly lifted the bow, aiming it at something near the sword clashing. Before shooting you gathered your breath and held it in. Your eyes focused on Aemond, waiting for him to turn so you could see his face.

You exhaled when both the knight and boy changed their positions. Now Aemond was facing you. In a fast motion you aimed the arrow in his direction, ignoring the shout from Ser Harwin and let go of the used and dirty arrow.

‘‘Princess!’‘ The loyal knight screamed as he tried to catch your running form.

A never stopping scream filled the air. Prince Aemond fell to ground, his sword and knife right next to him. Aemonds scream caught the attention from all the people present. They stood still not knowing what to do. The young boy reaches for the arrow stuck in his eye as blood never stopped flowing. ‘’Mother!’’ He screeched, trying to find comfort as he broke the arrow. Now only the tip of it stuck in his eye. His vision was red as he looked up in pain, the throbbing growing only worse while cried.

‘‘Prince Aemond!’‘

‘‘Someone get the queen!’‘ Everyone was now screaming mixing in with his screams.

Ser Criston and his brother were trying to sooth him but failed as he pushed their hands away and continued wailing in pain. Aemond saw fabric ran past him, in his eye it was red but he knew it originally held a yellowish colour. His hand quickly grabbed the bottom of the dress and yanked it towards him. You fell on your back as he climbed on top of you, scratching at the hands that tried to stop him.

‘‘You bastard!’‘ Aemond cried out and punched you many times in the face, grabbing your hair so he could turn your face to ground and roll it in dirt. Unfortunate for him he did not saw the hand coming towards his eye and pushing the arrow even deeper. ‘‘Arghh!’‘ He again cried out, the pain even greater than before. You pushed him off of you, rolling on top of him as you began to hit him everywhere a human felt pain. Mud was at the bottom of your feet and ruined both of your clothes while fighting in it.

Blood was staining both you and him. ‘’You deserved it, you stupid cun-’’ Your rage got interrupted when Ser Criston pushed you towards the ground, accidently stepping on your hand, breaking it. The field was then filled with a girls scream. ‘’You cunt,cunt- stupid fuck of a cun-’’ You stopped screaming at the knight when you saw Aemond on top of you again. ‘’Get off of me you pathetic bitch!’’ You tried to slap him with your other hand but he grabbed it and held it with a tight grip, pushing it on the ground.

‘‘Ser Harwin! Ser Harwin!’‘ You cried out while wailing in pain. Your eyes tried to find him and when you did you were shocked, there he was on the ground knocked out cold. Your eyes looked up at Aemonds as he was spitting at you vile insults. ‘‘You will be sorry!’‘ He shouted at you while punching you again.

Behind him you saw Ser Criston Cole standing, smirking at you while trying to hold the knights and your brothers back who wanted Aemond off of you.

Defeated you cried out again. ‘’Mother! Mother!’’ Your voice was not heard as Aemond shut your mouth with his hand. Despise him being on top of you and hitting you he too was sobbing, the pain from his eye never leaving. The blood gushing out of it onto your face and mouth. Before Aemond could hit you again, you bit his hand and spit the metallic substance back at his face. ‘’I will never regret doing this, you white haired cunt!’’ You managed to rip your hand free from his grip and tried to poke him in the other eye but before you could do so everything stopped.

The whole ground grew silent, but they were still shouting. Your teary eyes flowed with water again and you looked up at your uncle in shock. He too was shocked for what just happened, what he had done. He quickly went off of you while crawling back, away from you, the bloody knife and broken arrow. The two of you were staring at each other. Both of you crying. Nobody had noticed what had happened, to busy fighting each other.

Your scream filled the air again. Both of your hands quickly raising to your ears and finding one bloody and cut while the other still had an arrow stuck. Your small body could not even comprehend the pain in your head and ears. The agony was to big as you crawled up to be on your knees. Your dress dirty and ripped while your whole face was covered in blood, literally everything.

Your screams were so loud that you could not even hear yourself. In fact you could not hear anything. It was so quiet even though the fighting on the field never stopped. Aemonds and your own wailing never stopped so how come you could not hear anything?

Blood continued rolling down at the sides of your face, rolling under your dress. Everything was so loud but so quiet, you never stopped screaming as agony filled your head and that echo of pain grew even louder when you ripped the arrow from your ear. It looked like your hands were covered by red gloves.

You could not hear what you were shouting or what but it got the attention of the people surrounding both you and Aemond. Aemond was yanking at the clothes of his brother while shouting for his mother. You did not feel your brothers coming next to you while you started to feel the pain over take you.

Time felt like it would never end as Aemond bawled into his brother chest, while you wept into the ground with both hands on your ears trying to stop the bleeding.

‘‘Aemond!’‘

‘‘Y/N!’‘

It was like the power in your muscle grew when you saw your mother running towards you, unable to understand what she was saying you grew frustrated. You were unashamed while sobbing loudly, only wanting to feel your mothers presence.

Both you and Aemond called out at the same time, ‘’Mother!’’

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xazse · 2 years ago

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Notes: Sorry to everyone who was looking forward to Genshin stuff, I just had to write for Miguel he’s been plaguing my mind.

Pairings: Miguel X fem!reader

Tags: Thigh-fucking, Nipple-sucking, kinda-meanReader, SubMiguel, Neglected Miguel. If I forgot anything else please lmk

Sweet soft pecks on Miguel’s cheeks, even your feather light touches are driving him insane, you’ve purposely been avoiding him, depriving him: taking on missions nonstop so you can have him extra needy the next time he ducks into your apartment.

Just like these past few weeks constantly having him run in circles. ‘Oh you can see me next week,’ getting his hopes up then sending him that dreading message of ‘Oh I’m so sorry Miguel, we’ll have to cancel :(.’

You aren’t sorry one bit, not even a sorry bone in your soft body.

So when he does manage to get a slot in your oh so busy schedule, he’s planning to take full advantage of getting his fill of you for the weeks to come, where you’ll play him like a fiddle all over again.

“M’ sorry Miguel” you pout ever so fake, moving your lips to connect with the corner of his mouth over and over again. He can’t help when his facade of being angry starts to break down and he fully lets you in. Lacing his hands with yours and letting you guide him to the couch.

Softly sitting him down and propping down on his lap and swinging your legs up on the couch, you continue with your sweet ministrations, rubbing a hand up and down his chest: slow and sultry clearly trying to savor the moment for what it was.

His half lidded eyes are following your hands, intently following every move you make. When you grind your ass down on him particularly hard, he bucks his hips up groaning and letting his hard cock be known, just a bit of touching always has Miguel like this, always cooped up in his office tends to let him have no time for himself.

Your sly hands slide right under his white T-shirt, palms guiding all the way up to his nipples, you pinch one of them In-between your thumb and pointer finger causing another groan to slip past his lips and his hand to grip your waist with more force than he had intended.

“I’ve been neglecting you for a while now huh? No wonder you’re so sensitive” you emphasize while flicking both his nipples, he lets out a loud moan, oh if the others could hear how their leader sounded like a bitch in heat.

“I’ll take good care of you m’kay?“ he slowly nods covering his mouth, whilst you swirl his nipple within your fingers. “Here, hold your shirt” you move the bottom of his shirt towards his mouth and he obediently obeys, now you have a full view of his chest, darkened nipples on full display for your teasing.

You shift to pull his cock from its tight confines, spreading your legs and letting the sensitive thing rest inbetween your thighs, you go to stroke him, using his precum as lube, his breath hitches when your fingers dance around his tip.

“I’ll let you use my thighs for today baby, is that okay?” You stare at him with that evil convincing smile, he’s in no place to refuse your generous offer so he nods his head in defeat.

He watches as you slide your shorts up your thighs, pressing so nicely against the outline of your cunt, his cock twitches against you when you flex and tighten yourself around him.

You do something that entirely surprises him when you lean towards his chest and place your mouth on one of his nipples, he jumps but that earns him a good squeeze from your thighs, he finds himself not completely hating the feeling of your tongue flicking his nipple repeatedly.

He’s panting, and shifting his hips upward in a routine now: his shirt drenched in his own drool. Clearly enjoying all the pleasure you’re giving him. Not knowing what to do with his hands he moves one to grip your hair pushing you further against his nipple- a ploy to get you to give him even more and of course you do.

His cock is a beet red by now, covered in his cum, trying so hard to chase that orgasm that’s been building within him for weeks now, his strong thighs are practically bouncing you up and down rubbing against your clit every-time he comes down, now isn’t the time to be worried about your pleasure, you only want to focus on him but the growing pleasure is getting hard to disregard by the minute.

You hear a loud groan croak in the air and Miguel gripping your hair rather hard.

Thick spurts of his cum landing on you in globs, while he’s panting loudly in your ear trying to calm himself from his high.

Ignoring the wetness inbetween your cunt, you let go of his nipple with a lewd pop, and he buries his head into your neck. You oblige and rub his back while softly cooing at him that he did so good.

#sub miguel o'hara #fem reader #miguel x you #miguel o hara x reader #miguel o hara smut #miguel o’hara smut

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