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[taranthese]

SWEET LITTLE WIFE !

husband!aemond x innocent!reader

★ warning , suggestive slight smut

his eye sharp as his jaw clenched staring at you dancing with the lannister man. you were smiling, a smile that was only reserved for him ━ your lord husband. his grip on the chalice tightened as the lannister man spun you around, your blue dress that matched his sapphire eye twirled in the moonlight, the hand that was previously on your waist was slowly going lower, making aemond’s eye twitch in anger. the prince could feel a burn coming from his sapphire eye, not knowing if it was truly pain or the product of his anger.

aemond watched as the golden haired lannister whispered something in your ear, in which you nodded and took his hand which in stead, let you out of the ballroom with the man. fearful and steaming, aemond stood up, placing his chalice down with force, shaking the table, pausing everyone’s activities to look at him.

aemond stepped outside only to see the lannister man leading you to his quarters, making aemond seethe in anger. how dare a feeble and lowlife lord take advantage of his innocent sweet darling wife? you’re his, his to love, his to cherish, his to touch, every part of you belongs to aemond and what was this lannister doing? taking his belongings away.

“lord lannister, i don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure.” aemond greeted with malice behind his subtle kind acknowledgement of the lord who suddenly jumped of fear and surprise.

“lord husband!” you smiled and skipped towards him, holding onto his cold hand against your warm ones. “lord lannister had just invited me for a wine tasting in his chambers, how delectable!”

the lannister man’s eyes widened in fear as he took a step back, in a speedy second, aemond spun the man, his back hitting the wall as his engraved dagger dug into the skin of the lord lannister’s throat.

“you touch my darling wife again, i will personally cut your cock off and feed it to vhagar.” aemond said calmly as you stood beside him, in fear, yet you felt a tingling between your thighs ━ seeing your husband become extremely protective of you was a real treat indeed, even though you couldn’t fully comprehend why you needed protection from lord lannister. “understood?” he dug the dagger harder into the skin, drawing dark red blood from the poor man.

“yes, my prince.” the man choked out as aemond released his grip and took the hand of his wide eyed wife, rushing her to their shared quarters.

as soon as they arrived, aemond pushed his little wife against the wall, his face inches away from yours as he stared at your brightly coloured eyes. “tell me wife… what were you doing with the lannister?” he whispered as his hands moved from the small of your back to groping at your thighs. 

“h-he said we were just going to have wine.” you shakily stuttered as you shut your eyes tight, he moved his grip towards your waist, gripping it like it were the end of his life. “i d-didn’t know -”

“oh yes! my darling little wife, ever so innocent.” aemond’s right hand moved from it’s previous position on your waist to your face, his knuckles softly caressing your cheeks. you shed a tear, which aemond quickly wiped with the back of his hand. “what am i going to do with you?”

aemond then forcefully dragged you over to the cushions where he sat down, legs wide. “bend over.” his voice stern as you shakily moved to bend over his thigh, your chemise damp with your wetness. “this is your punishment, ñuha dōna.” aemond cooed as you start softly sobbing.

“h-husband, please…” you beg as he lifted up your skirts, revealing your wet chemise.

“my, my” he snickered as he teased you, making your sobs louder. “my sweet wife was wet the entire time, tell me, who made you like this?” he asked as his long slender hands rubbed your bundle of nerves through the chemise. "was it the lannister lord?"

“n-no! all for you. you! husband! all for you!” you exclaimed as he smirked and hummed, lifting up your chemise to reveal your bare bum. “aemond, please…”

“patience, little wife.” he hummed as he caressed your soft milky cheeks, your juices leaking towards his thigh, covering his leather garments in your wetness. “before you have your pleasure, your punishment comes first.” his hand struck your bare cheek, making you whimper and sob.

the entirety of the red keep could barely anything other than you and aemond that night, as your sobs of pain and pleasure had swallowed any sounds left.

my first piece of writing on tumblr ever ! so sorry if there were any mistakes as this was a bit of a rush piece ♡

taranthese © 2023

[targaryen-dynasty]

MINE AND MINE ONLY.

Modern!Aemond Targaryen x wife!Reader

Aemond has gotten you pregnant six months ago, and seeing him with his infant niece during dinner with his family sparks something inside of you only he can satisfy.

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT—MINORS DNI; p in v, face sitting, slight anal play, slight breeding kink, pregnant sex, slight lactation kink

WORDS: 4.9 K

NOTES: Sorry, I’m kinda in baby fever right now don’t ask me why. 😭 This also is my gift for hitting 1850 followers a few days ago, which means I’m finally where I’ve been before deleting my old blog. Thanks for everyone following me on this journey. 🫶🏻

The days between Christmas and New Years usually are meant for people to take some much-needed downtime from the stress of the past days or weeks – unless you are a Targaryen or married to one. 

It’s the fourth year in a row you’re spending one, sometimes even two, days at the large Targaryen mansion with every member of their family present. 

What started as an opportunity to celebrate the New Year early with her family four years ago, since Viserys and Alicent wanted to celebrate New Year’s Eve on a yacht somewhere in the Sea of Dorne back then, has quickly turned into a tradition that no one could escape. 

Not even the six-month pregnant you. 

As an excuse to not travel to the family’s vacation home on Dragonstone, Aemond has begged for you to allow him to tell his mother that your back pain has gotten so bad you couldn’t sit in the car for four hours. 

The fact that he didn’t fall to his knees while doing it was everything. 

But you have told him no, seeing that your back pains have eased two weeks ago, and it is one of the rare occasions he gets to spend with his whole family, not just his mother’s side. 

If he wants to or not. 

“And how are you spending New Year’s?” you ask, lounging in the burgundy Lawson chair. 

Helaena sits in the chair next to yours, fidgeting with the stem of her wine glass. Every now and then you spot her lilac eyes flickering to your protruding bump, accentuated by the tight slip dress you wear. 

“This year we’re embracing a night in,” she answers, nursing her alcohol-free wine. “Cregan doesn’t want to leave the children with his parents, since Lyanna is still breastfeeding, and Edrick doesn’t want to go without his little sister.”

You nod along to her words, smiling softly at the mention of her sons‘ protectiveness, and glance past her to Aemond, Aegon and Cregan. The men are standing close to the fireplace, glasses of whiskey between their fingers. Normally, they would be tipsy by now – some more than others – if it wasn’t for the infant cradled in Cregan’s strong arms. 

Helaena follows your line of sight, the turning of her head prompting you to look at her again. 

“What are your plans?” she asks. 

You pucker your lips slightly, looking down at the glass of water you‘ve rested on your belly before meeting her eyes. 

“Aegon has invited us to a party in White Harbor, a formal dinner with some of his friends. We wanted to go, because the place is stunning and it’s overlooking the iconic harbor fireworks, but it’s such a long drive, and Aemond doesn’t want to risk anything by us taking the plane,” you sigh, “so, we’ll probably stay at home or just go out for dinner.”

Ever since you’ve handed him the gift box containing four identical, positive pregnancy tests, Aemond has taken over a protective aura and has found it incredibly difficult to keep his hands off of you. 

It’s a miracle he was able to talk to his brother and brother-in-law for so long without checking in on you once. 

But speak of the devil. 

What you aren’t expecting when Aemond makes his way over to where you’re conversing with his sister, is the little infant in his arms. Her head rests against his shoulder, while one of his large hands supports it and neck, and the other supports her bottom. 

He’s swaying her gently as he walks over, a proud smile on his lips as he can’t tear his eyes off of his niece, coming to stand next to Helaena’s chair. The sight makes your heart swell with love. 

Cregan trails behind him, and your eyes briefly fall to the abandoned Aegon still standing at the fireplace and balancing their three glasses in his hands. 

“Honey,” the Northener’s gruff voice rings out, “your mother said that Edrick’s made a mess. Could you change him while I clean up?” Still standing offset behind your husband, Cregan pats Aemond on the shoulder once. “Our girl’s in good hands, and Aemy here can already practice for what awaits him soon.”

Helaena raises her eyebrows, before snickering at her husband’s remark. She bows her head once, smiling at you, “excuse me, Y/N.”

“We’ll talk later,” you assure her. 

She brushes her hand over your swollen belly once as she rises, Cregan’s hand on the small of her back urging her out of the living space. 

Aemond carefully sinks into the chair, and changes the position of the sleeping infant so she’s cradled in his arms. 

“What have you been up to?” he asks, finally moving his head to look at you. 

You were wearing a knitted sweater over your dress when you two arrived a few hours earlier, but with hot flashes attacking you every now and then, you have long opted to slip out of it and hang the sweater over a chair. 

And the outfit change clearly is only now noticed by him.

His lilac eyes flickered between yours and your full breasts, and you can literally see the gears turning in his head. 

“You’re not wearing a bra,” he states, full on staring at your breasts. 

Fine, maybe you have also done it to tease him a bit. 

A blush creeps onto his cheeks, running down his neck, and he slightly shifts in his seat, turning his gaze away as he clears his throat. 

Pressing your lips into a thin line to stop them from curling into a smile, you quickly shush the urge by taking a swig of your water. “Wasn’t keen on spending the evening unable to think of anything else than how sore and uncomfortable I feel,” you tease. “Are you complaining?”

Aemond raises one hand in defeat, “certainly not, just pointing it out.”

You teasingly reach and bring your index finger to his chin, tilting it up for his eyes to meet yours again. “Then you better stop staring, we're not the only ones here.” 

You glance briefly at the gathered party around you, watching Alicent chat with Rhaenyra and her husband, while Aegon seems to be deep in a conversation with Daemon, no doubt talking about the latest match between the Casterly Rock Lions and the Oldtown Saints.

“Fair enough,” he answered with a low chuckle. 

The soft coos of his niece catch your attention, and you lean forwards to gauge at the little bundle. She’s stirring lightly in her sleep, grimaces and smiles alike gracing her scrunched features. Aemond brushes her cheek with his knuckles in feather light touches, until her coos are interrupted, and wide, blue eyes stare up at him. 

Lyanna smacks her lips slowly, bringing her small hand up to her mouth. “What is she doing?” Aemond whispers, not daring to pull his eyes away from her in case she starts to cry. 

“She’s hungry,” you answer with a chuckle, grinning as you notice his helplessness. 

It’s so brief, but you spot his eyes flickering towards your full breasts, and you have to stop yourself from hitting his shoulder. One wrong word. 

“You know there are barely four months left until your life looks like this, too, right?” you ask, cocking an eyebrow at him. 

“I do, but they have not yet told us about this at the prenatal class.”

“Oh, come on, she’s not your first niece, and she’s not even crying.”

The sigh of relief Aemond releases as he spots Helaena’s silver hair in the far distance has you shaking your head, bringing your index finger up to your smiling lips. 

“How did you three get on?” Helaena asks, noticing that her daughter is awake. 

Your husband rises to his feet, and hands his niece over to her. “Easy, she’s just woken up and seems really hungry,” he notes, as if he has figured it out all by himself. “And how did you fare?”

Helaena releases a dry chuckle, brushing her free hand up and down Aemond’s biceps. “I’ll tell you another time, don’t want to scare you.“ She briefly glances over at you. “Just know that Creg has to bathe him right now, because the wet wipes were useless.”

The grimace on Aemond’s face at his sister’s words has you choking on a laugh. 

Lyanna starts to whine and wiggle in her mother’s grasp, getting her attention. “Sorry again, it’s feeding time, obviously,” she states, muttering the last word under her breath, and shoots you an apologetic gaze before scurrying off. 

You hold out a hand, and knowing what it means, Aemond takes it to help you up from the chair. 

His heart melts at the sight of you before him, and he wraps an arm around you to pull you against his side as he brushes his hand over the gentle swell of your belly in tender affection. There were shy kicks meeting his hand, making him grin.

You return the embrace, and lean yourself against his frame, your head resting on his chest. “It’s different when it’s your own child, you know,” you say, the small glimmer of a smile blessing your features. 

His head dips forwards, and he presses his lips to your temple, mumbling the words against your skin, “I can’t wait to meet him.”

—

Aemond has his arm slung around your waist as everyone has gathered in the vast living space to watch the children perform a play they have practiced. 

Alicent, ever the proud grandmother, clings to Viserys as they watch in awe what the children of Rhaenyra have been up to. An oblivious Edrick appears in the middle of it all, but before Cregan can scoop him up, the little Viserys has taken his hands to include him in their mischief. 

“Have I already told you how good you look today?” Aemond whispers, his head dipping forwards so his lips are level with your ear. He rubs your bump gently, gazing at you with half-lidded eyes. 

You shiver from his touch, your body tingling from the attention your husband gives you. “You’re not paying attention,” you scold softly, nodding towards the children in the middle. A teenage Jacaerys, as well as Daemon’s daughters from his first marriage, stand before you, your view of the play slightly concealed. 

“I can’t help myself,” he whispers huskily, “you’re just too distracting, Mommy.” A smirk tugs on his lips as the name leaves them, and the sight is only topped by him leaning in to brush his lips over your ear, before they press to the sensitive skin behind it. The very spot that always makes you putty in his hands, and with your hormones in full swing, it does a little more than just melt you. 

“Aemond,” you whisper, though he can also hear the trace of a moan in it, “easy.”

His teeth graze your earlobe, and the ring of his baritone voice sends a shiver down your spine, “we should go to bed early tonight.”

You can’t help but to chuckle at his words. It’s his subtle way to ask for something without directly asking, though you know exactly what he means. You lean into him, pressing yourself against his side. 

Biting the tip of your tongue, it was impossible for you to stop your lips from pulling into a mischievous smirk. 

“Do you think your mother will notice if we leave now?” you ask, innocently. 

You’re greeted with a wide grin when your eyes meet Aemond’s, and the arm he has wrapped around you tightens just more, keeping you against his frame. 

His lips brush your ear again, trailing down to press a kiss to the side of your neck. “If she does, she can tell me later,” he raps into your ear, “besides, we wouldn‘t be gone for too long, sweetheart. Just long enough for a little… alone time. Who could blame us for wanting to savor the last weeks where it’s only the two of us, mh?”

Aemond looks around one last time, noticing how everyone around you is mostly focused on the children’s show. 

Bringing his hand to the small of your back, he gently guides you through the crowd of his relatives, before you’re on the way to his childhood bedroom. 

It’s furnished in a minimalistic style, making it obvious that Alicent has spent some time decluttering her children’s rooms to make them more presentable for whenever guests stay over. The room basically is Aemond’s, and the rest belongs to Alicent. 

Walking in behind you, he locks the door. You look around briefly before his firm chest is flush against your back with his arms around your waist, resting on your bump. He presses his lips to the curve of your neck, prompting you to tilt your head to the side, and a shuddered breath to escape your throat. 

The feeling of his hard, clothed cock against the curve of your ass drives you to insanity, making you eager for more. He grinds against you as his fingers travel over your curves, and greedily fist the fabric of your dress. 

“Let me help you undress, Mama,” he rasps against your skin, goosebumps prickling in its wake.

When he sinks to his knees behind you, you whimper quietly, immediately missing the heat of his breath and lips on your body. 

“Aemond,” you breathe, looking down at him as he pushes your dress up. 

The dumbfounded look that crosses his features with the skirt of your dress rucked up just shy beneath your bump has you chuckling, realization settling in. 

“You went commando?” 

Biting your bottom lip, you can basically see his excitement building, the bulge in the front of his slacks quite obvious despite him kneeling. “I was feeling… adventurous today,” you hum, a glint of mischief in your eyes. 

He can’t help but to grin at your comment, and, on his way up, Aemond starts to press several kisses to the outside of your thigh, his fingers following in their trail. 

Standing to full height again, looming over you, he keeps his hand beneath your bump, his fingers caressing your pubic mound. 

You squeeze your thighs together in a desperate attempt to soothe the aching at the apex of them, since his fingers aren’t touching you where you need them most. An anticipating moan slips past your lips, a shiver shaking your core. 

“I hope you’re prepared for me to be just as adventurous,” he hums, “... and thorough.”

His fingers hook under the thin straps of your dress, tugging them off your shoulders to push the elastic fabric down your curves and onto the ground. It’s pooling around your ankles in a white puddle, leaving you completely bare to him with just a few touches. 

You shudder under his intense gaze, practically devouring you with just his lilac eyes, and try to break the tension by pulling him in for a kiss. 

You turn around mid-kiss, your protruding belly a barrier between your bodies. Before your hands can entangle into his strands, Aemond catches them and intertwines your fingers. He creates a small distance between your bodies, taking a few steps back and pulling you with him. 

His steps are deliberately slow, careful, and you’re encouraged to climb his lap as he sits down at the edge of the bed. Both his feet are firmly planted on the ground, supporting your swollen body. 

He groans as you trap him between your legs, his hands roaming your curves almost immediately. The knowledge that he was the one responsible for the changes of your body, and that everybody else knew that as well, does something to him, making him all the more hungry for you. 

It was even more addicting to see you sit astride him like a goddess, ready to claim what was yours already anyways. Him.

Feeling his clothed member throb beneath you, the urge to grind above him is as inviting as never, and you’re more than ready to give into the urge. Your wetness soaks his slacks, and the groan Aemond releases at the friction has you whimpering with him. 

Your lips meet for a fervent kiss, and while your hands rest on his shoulders, his are eager to explore the swell of your belly. His tongue finds its way past your lips, swirling around yours in a way that turns the kiss into all teeth and tongue. 

Dragging your teeth over his kiss swollen bottom lip, he tilts his head upwards and nudges the tip of his nose against yours. You lick over his lips once, but when you lean in to connect your lips again, Aemond stops you with his hand around your throat. 

“I want you to sit on my face,” he rasps, his voice husky. 

You haven’t sat on his face in weeks, or rather ever since the round ligament pain kicked in and made even the simplest daily tasks difficult for you. 

Your eyes widen. “But– I–”

“No, you’re not too heavy,” he interrupts, cocking one eyebrow at you. 

There’s not even a chance for you to reject before he lies down and hooks his hands beneath your thighs, hoisting you up and pulling you towards his face. You sit on his chest, barely seeing his chiseled features from under your bump. 

As the position you are in truly settles in your mind, a bright blush starts to cover the apples of your cheeks. His angelic looks don't help either, strands of silver hair splayed out around his head like a halo, and his piercing lilac eyes fixed on you and you only. “But you tell me when it gets too much, no?” you ask, coyly. 

Aemond rubs his hands over your bare thighs in comfort, nodding. “Always.” Deep down you know it’s a lie, because he has told you on more than one occasion that he’d gladly leave the world suffocated by your delicious pussy, but you trust the feigned security he offers. 

“No promises about how long I’ll last, though,” you tell him. 

A gentle pat to your thigh is what has you eventually inching forwards until your knees are on either side of his head. 

With your bump being quite protruding, you can’t even see him anymore, you only hear his groans and growls when you cautiously settle in the new position.

The attempt to slightly hover your pussy over his face is fruitless the moment your husband’s hands fly to your hips, grabbing you and pulling you down onto his face. Just his nose perfectly teasing your clit has you moaning out loudly already, even though he hasn’t even used his tongue yet. 

And then it follows. 

Aemond greedily laps at your entrance as his hands grip your hips tightly, holding you in place and playing you like a fiddle. It circles around your clenching hole, teasing it but never one dipping it inside. 

You clench around nothing, and bring one hand to your bump while the other just rests above his hand on your hip, squeezing it. Chasing the friction and warmth of his tongue, you rock your hips back and forth as much as his grip allows, coaxing whimpers and mewls to leave your lips.

“Gods be good,” you whimper, the grip of your thighs around his face tightening. “I–I forgot how good you are at this.”

Seemingly keening at your praise, you’re almost disappointed when he pulls his hand off of yours to cup your ass cheeks, yanking you impossibly closer. The groans that vibrate against your pussy send shivers up your spine that make you lose yourself in the pleasure, not focusing on where his hands are. 

At this point, Aemond was feasting at you like a man starved, all but devouring you with newfound vigor. His nose flicks against your clit with expert precision every time he tilts his head or you move your hips, drawing you closer to your orgasm. 

His index finger comes into play, teasing your throbbing folds for a split second. His true intentions, however, only show the moment it starts to circle around your other hole. 

“Fuck, Aemond, I-” you manage as he carefully dips his finger into your hole, the added stimulation almost immediately tightening the coil in your belly. A muffled groan of appreciation shakes your core as he feels your unused hole tighten around his finger. 

You roll your hips against Aemond’s mouth on the race to completion, any thoughts of being too heavy for him long gone, and replaced by nothing else than raw need and desire. 

It’s almost too much. Straddling the fine line between overwhelming and just the right amount. His nose rubs your clit, his lips lap hungrily at your swollen folds, and his index finger fills you pleasantly – he is redoubling his efforts. 

You keep dragging your hips back and forth in rhythm with his movements, fucking his face on the brink of your release. 

“Oh God, you-you’re so good– Aemond, I’m–I’m–” you ramble, breathy whimpers filling in between the words. 

Hearing him slurp and groan beneath your trembling frame brings a blush to your face and stokes the fire in your belly, the sounds fanning through the room like your moans and whimpers. 

When the coil finally snaps, you throw your head back in ecstasy and clamp your thighs around his head, hot, white pleasure licking its way up your spine. His name topples off your lips more than once, accompanied by desperate mewls and whines. He is relentless, licking you through your orgasm. 

You don’t wait long enough for the aftershocks to fully subside, the overstimulation of his tongue dragging through your folds becoming too much, and cup your pregnant belly as you heave your frame off of his face, shifting backwards down his body. 

“Fuck, I–I need you,” you all but beg, eagerly tugging on the collar of his black shirt. 

Aemond seems to share your enthusiasm, and is quick to sit up again, meeting your lips for a deep kiss. Only when you cup his cheeks do you feel that they’re covered in your arousal, the taste of you on his tongue clouding your mind. 

Your belly is between you again, but Aemond manages to swiftly undo the zipper in the front of his slacks nevertheless, and shoves them down just enough to free his aching cock. 

“So desperate for my cock now, mh?” Aemond pants against your lips, a smug smirk tugging on the corners. 

His hand wraps around his stiff member, fisting himself raw twice, thrice, before another pat served to your thigh encourages you to raise your hips. He aligns himself with your soaked entrance, and you feel his tip prodding gingerly at it. 

As you sink down on him, your hands tightly gripping the collar of his shirt, you release a shuddered breath. Your husband, on the other hand, escapes a relieved groan, his head tipping back for a moment. 

With your limbs still tingling from your previous orgasm, you bow your head forwards, lowering yourself on him until he is balls deep inside of you. “Mh, fuck, you didn’t even bother to take off your pants,” you taunt, “so desperate to be inside me.”

Aemond’s words die on his tongue as you start to sensually roll your hips over his, the added weight of the bump not allowing you to bounce up and down on him with the vigor you had used before your pregnancy. 

But your husband doesn’t seem to mind, his eyes journeying into the back of his head at the sensation. 

Moving his hands to grope and grasp at every inch of your body, they eventually settle on your full breasts, tweaking and pinching your nipples between his nimble fingers while you unravel astride him. It prompts you to arch your back, all but shoving your breasts into his face. 

“So fucking good,” he grunts, embracing it and wrapping his lips around your pert nipple while his arms snake around your body. 

He licks and sucks at your little bud like he has done with your pussy before, and, just judging by the smacking and humming sounds he makes, it’s possible there ooze a few droplets of milk out of it. 

Aemond places his feet firmly on the ground, and starts to buck his hips up into yours, seemingly impatient for his own release as he meets the sensual rolls of your hips and bullies the spongy spot inside of you with more determination. 

Loud, wet sounds from where your bodies meet echo off the walls, indistinct to you with all you can focus on being his lips at your heavy breasts, and his cock deep inside of you. 

You bite your bottom lip and stop the rolling of your hips, making it evident that you were close to your orgasm. The tingling at the base of your spine makes it impossible to move any further and you rely on him to take over. 

Aemond pulls back and watches you gleefully as the force of his thrusts makes your body squirm and jerk, eagerly anticipating you to topple over the edge for the second time. 

“You’re gonna cum on my cock already?” he asks, almost mockingly. 

You frantically nod, breathing a yes.

His hands come to your hips, and with his fingers digging into your flesh, he drags your hips back and forth, your clit rubbing against the hem of his shirt with each movement. You’re not able to gasp more than yeses and pleases, clenching tightly around him. 

The intensity of his thrusts increases while you have stopped moving, toes curling as the taut string inside of you snaps without a warning and white stars cloud your vision. 

“Mh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whine, clawing at his shoulders as you ride out your high, grinding and rolling your hips against his. Your walls clamp around him like a vice, and he chokes on a husky groan. “Oh God, I love you.“

And even though your orgasm subsides slowly, Aemond refuses to slow down, keeping his heedless pace and pursuing his own completion. 

He has his lips around your other nipple by now, sucking and nibbling on it, the vibrations of his groans coursing through your veins. “Daddy, mh, cum for me, please,” you whine, desperate for his cum. 

Your body, however, contradicts your words and moans, your thighs squeezing his in a desperate attempt to stop him from pounding into your overstimulated pussy – but to no avail. 

“God, please.”

His pace is as reckless and merciless as before, his cock all but forcing its way in and out of your quivering walls as he doesn’t listen to your desperate pleas.

Pulling back from your nipple with a lewd pop, a string of saliva connects the dark areola and his swollen lips as he gazes up at you with half-lidded eyes. “Hush now, Mommy,” he murmurs, tilting his head up to kiss you. The nickname coaxes a smug smirk on his lips. “Taking me so well, such a good girl for Daddy.” With just his praise, a warmth overtakes your body that drowns out the burning, your chest swelling. 

You sling your arms around his neck, burying your fingers in the silver strands of his hair in a way that is destined to ruin the little updo he had put it in this morning. 

“Mh, fuck, I’m gonna–” his words are cut off with a stutter of his hips, and he feels his throbbing cock spill deep inside of you. 

You ride him through his high with lazy rolls of your hips, biting through the overstimulation, and clench and unclench around him as you milk him for every drop of his seed. 

If he hadn’t gotten you pregnant already, he surely would have knocked you up after this. 

Aemond languidly fucks up into you now as the last spurts of his warm release fill you to the brim, grunting and groaning until the euphoria fades. 

He collapses on the bed, a blissed out expression on his face, and reaches to trace his fingers over the swell of your bump up to the curve of your breasts. Rolling the darkened buds between them, he smirks as he watches you squirm, his softening cock still buried inside of you. 

“You know,” he starts, folding one arm behind his head. His voice is softer than before, but has a teasing edge to it. “I wouldn’t be surprised if everyone knew by now what we’ve been up to.”

You laugh breathlessly and plant your hands on his chest, rubbing your thumbs over it. “But at least they don’t have to worry about you getting me pregnant by accident,” you tease. 

“True enough,” he chuckles softly, “Fuck, I’m–I just can’t help myself. Seeing your body swell just because of my seed fucking does something to me.”

His words make you blush, and you appreciatively run your hands over your bump. 

You lean forwards and cup his face, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. He smirks against your mouth, and subconsciously bucks his hips into yours as he feels you clench around him. 

With a groan rumbling in his chest, he pulls back. Something dark flickers in his eyes, his intentions evident when he speaks again. 

“Once our boy’s born, I’ll make quick work of making you a mother of two.”

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[the-fiction-witch]

Cuddles

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Lucerys Velaryon Couple - Lucerys X Reader Reader - Y/n (Betrothal) Rating - Flirty Word Count - 1709

Lucerys makes his way to the Dragonmount, the stone entryway to the large intricate volcanic tunnels and caves where the dragons reside when in Dragonstone, where the many dragons linger during daily business. As he arrives the Dragonkeepers usher him to the caves Arrax calls his home, There Arrax was lying in his cave surrounded by hay and pig bones, with another familiar dragon, Silverspike the two dragons seem to be comforting each other, even cuddling each other.

Lucerys gives the keepers a strange look as he sees Arrax and Silverspike, the two young dragons intertwined with each other among the piles of bones. He takes a few tentative steps into the cave, careful not to alarm or anger the two dragons. He whistles softly, the way he trained to make Arrax come to him.

However, Arrax didn't listen.

Lucerys calls to Arrax again, a bit of a pout on his face, starting to wonder if Arrax was mad at him for something. He tries once more but this time in a different tone, a bit of an authoritative one this time, to make it seem like he meant business for his dragon.

the dragon keepers left to attend to other business and Lucerys tried repeatedly to get Arrax to listen but still, the dragon ignored him.

"You’re wasting your time Luke" a voice comes from behind him,

As he turned he saw Y/n, dressed in her red leather trousers and black silk shirt dress her boots high and her archery equipment over her shoulder, he blushed a little as she was of course very beautiful but things had been a little strange between them since his mother confirmed their betrothal before the court just a few weeks ago,

Lucerys clearly frustrated, his cheeks puffed up from blowing air out of his cheeks, his pout even more prominent. He turns to face her, that pout disappearing and replaced with a smile, but he was unable to make eye contact with her. “I don’t know what’s wrong with him,” Lucerys grumbles. “Seems like he’s mad at me or something..”

"Awww sweet Luke, don't take it too personally." She smiled as she came through to stand with him, "Dragons have Their own minds and intentions and clearly he's very busy. It's alright I can't get her to listen to me when she gets cuddled with him either" she explained as she too tried to get her dragon Silverspike to come over, but Silverspike and Arrax where too happy together to care that their riders had to say,

Lucerys chuckles as he watches Silverspike stay put, despite her best attempts. He smiles over at Y/n, looking at her for a few moments before turning his head back to watch the two dragons cuddle, sighing with annoyance. “They can be so stubborn sometimes, I wish I knew what they were thinking…”

"ohh I'm pretty confident I know what they are thinking about Luke..." She chuckled,

Lucerys gives her a side-eye, raising an eyebrow as an indication for explanation. He chuckled and folded his arms across his chest. He looked at her up and down, before he finally focused and returned his eyes to hers. “Oh yeah? And what exactly are they thinking about?”

"Well, as mysterious as dragons are they are animals, just as you and I. And Arrax is growing into a big strong gentleman dragon, and Silverspike is a lovely lady" She tried to hint at what the dragons were clearly up to,

Lucerys’s face slowly grows in realization as he sees where she’s going with this, his mind trying to connect the dots. His face starts to grow red as he imagines two dragons trying to… ”You don’t mean…” Lucerys gasps suddenly, turning around to face her with horror on his face, his eyes wide. “But… they can’t… they’re not… are they?”

"mhm," she nodded,

His mouth is agape as he stands, dumbfounded, trying to process the gravity of the situation. He thought it had to be a joke, but the look on Y/n’s face said otherwise. ”Oh gods…” he muttered quietly, looking over at Arrax and Silverspike, who were still cuddling together. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

"I'm sure you can't blame him for not listening, I'm sure you wouldn't want to go off on a flight if you had a pretty lady snuggling up with you,”

He chuckled his face still blushing furiously. “Yeah, I guess you’re right… I’m just… I didn’t think they’d be… in the mood for that anytime so soon…”

"they mature faster than we do," she chuckled,

He chuckled with her, shaking his head. He looked over at the two dragons as they lay together in a pile of bones and hay, cuddling comfortably. ”Is this going to be a regular thing now?” he asked, turning to face her.

"Possibly, it could be. Maybe they've fallen in love" she smiled,

He chuckled, smiling warmly at her as she spoke. The thought of Arrax and Silverspike falling in love just like a boy and girl would made him chuckle again. He thought for a moment before replying. “You suppose they’ll lay eggs together anytime soon?”

"They might, Silverspike is certainly old enough to lay eggs, and the dragon keepers do think she will be a very fertile dragon just like Syrax"

He swallowed as he heard her say that. The thought of Arrax and Silverspike laying eggs together made his heart flutter, in a mixture of anxiousness and nervousness. He chuckled again, running his fingers through his hair. “So.. They’ll make little dragon babies then?”

"they might, if they have eggs together and they hatch." She nodded, "Who knows... Maybe Silverspike will lay a clutch of eggs not long after we get married," she suggested, "perhaps we could even put one of Arrax and Silverspikes eggs in our little one's cradle someday," she smiled giving his arm a gentle elbow,

His heart began to race as she continued to speak. The image of him and her, husband and wife, together with their child, with an egg in the cradle for them to hatch and claim, was almost too tantalizing. He chuckled softly, the thought of it filling him with excitement and anticipation. ”That actually sounds… kind of wonderful,” he admitted with a shy grin, rubbing the back of his head.

"I think it would be too, One day" she smiled "When we are lord and lady of Driftmark, Arrax and Silverspike can cuddle up by the beach all day in the sun, their little baby dragon struggling in your little heir's cradle" she encouraged,

The very visualization of it made butterflies flitter in Lucerys’s stomach. The image of him and Y/n, lord and lady of Driftmark, ruling together, raising their child together, and being a family with Arrax, Silverspike, and their children together… it was a beautiful thought. ”You paint a pretty picture,” he commented with a grin, looking over at Arrax and Silverspike again, his grin growing into an excited smile. He paused for a few moments, continuing to watch the two dragons cuddle together. He imagined what their baby dragons would look like, what colour they would inherit from Arrax and Silverspike, and the thought made him even more excited. ”You really think this is something that could happen?” he asked, a bit of a dreamy, hopeful look in his eyes.

"Well we are betrothed, and our dragons do seem close so I'm sure it's possible"

He chuckled, agreeing with her. He looked at the two young dragons, cuddling and snuggling up together, their eyes closed as if they were already asleep in each other’s arms. He smiled at the sight of it. ”So…” he started off slowly, looking over at her, a playful smirk on his face. “… what if I was to want to do something along with this whole cuddling thing?”

"What?" She chuckled

He chuckled, taking a side step closer to her. They were pretty secluded in the cave, and the dragon keepers weren’t paying attention to either of them. He glanced over at the sleeping dragons one more time, the coast clear, before he turned back to look at her, his smirk still present. ”What if I said… I wanted to cuddle with you too?”

"oh do you now?" She raised an eyebrow at him for a moment trying to test if he was serious

He was dead serious. He took another step closer to her, now practically standing right in front of her, his smirk now a cheeky grin. “Yes, I’m dead serious.” he stated bluntly, his eyes looking her over and up and down as his cheeks grew flushed pink.

Y/n chuckled a little and gave his cheek a kiss, "You’re a sweetheart" she smiled tussling his hair

The kiss on his cheek made his heart skip a beat, and the way her hand went through his curls as she tousled his hair made his cheeks grow even more flushed pink. He chuckled as she called him a sweetheart, his smile almost as bright as the sun. He looked up at her, tilting his head up to meet her gaze, despite being a few inches shorter then she. “Only for you,” he replied with a grin.

"Well, you're more than welcome to come up to my chambers for a cuddle if you'd like Luke, I'm pretty sure we're not going out riding with them today," she chuckled, "Then again I suppose that all depends on exactly what sort of cuddle you intend?"

His mind began to race as she spoke. A mix of excitement and nervousness washed over him as she mentioned the idea of them going to her chambers. His heartbeat quickened, his cheeks flushed, and his palms grew a bit sweaty. He swallowed before replying, trying to keep his voice steady. “That… that sounds nice.” he said simply, his eyes looking from her face, down her body, and back up again, He smirked at her.

"All alright" she smiled turning his chin to her and giving his lips a quick kiss before she bolted through the caves "Race you!" She yelled

He jumped in shock and surprise for a moment as she suddenly turned his chin and kissed him on the lips. It felt good and he wanted to lean in for more, but before he could, she bolted through the caves.

”HEY!!” he yelled out before starting to chase after her.

[rhaenerystargaryen]

i wanna be saved

pairing: modern!daemon targaryen x fem!reader

synopsis: it's okay to have a little fun once in a while but remember, everything is better aged.

warnings: smut (p in v), oral sex, fingering, dom/sub dynamics, age-gap relationship, consumption of alcohol, cussing/adult language

wc: 2076

a/n: my request box is open for anything your hearts desire <3

it had been a long week at your corporate job. your boss, being the asshole he is, made you the head of a project. managing a nine to five and grad school proved to be one of the worst things on the face on the earth. you’ve spent countless nights studying for exams while also trying to keep everything in order so that the launch of said project would go smoothly. long story short, it had been a while since you’ve had some fun.

“which skirt suits me better?” your friend, rhaenyra asked.

“the silver one,” you replied, aimlessly scrolling on your phone.

your dear friend, rhaenyra, had begged invited you to come clubbing with her. according to her, “you never go out anymore!"

*start of flashback*

"you should come to this thing my uncle is hosting," rhaenyra pulled out a flyer from her purse, "here. it has the address and everything on it already."

"rhaenyra, you know i'd love to but i really need to focus on-" she cut you off.

"work? well, i already know its either work or school. have you seriously forgotten that you're a hot, young twenty two year old and not some middle aged woman?"

"rhaenyra-"

"just come with me," she whined, "pleaseeee!! we can get ready together and i'll even buy you a drink," you raised your eyebrow at that last statement to which you both laughed at.

"okay! okay! i'll go," rhaenyra threw her fist up in excitement, "but," you started, "if i get shitfaced, its your problem."

*end of flashback*

you watched her slide the skirt on and turn to face you.

“i don’t think this skirt looks good on me,” she expressed making you roll your eyes.

“yes it does,” getting up, you grabbed at her shirt, “look it matches this silver detailing.”

“whatever you say my dear y/n,” she laughed.

"well im done so whenever you finish we can go," you stated.

rhaenyra turned to look at you, "you're joking right?"

"what?"

"there is no way you're going out in that," she exclaimed. you had opted to wear a white tank top with some black shorts while rhaenyra went all out.

"what? does it not look good on me?" you asked.

"its too casual," she made her way to her closet and from there you could hear shuffling until she emerged holding a black lacy dress.

"here, try this!"

you looked at the dress then her, "rhaenyra-"

"oh cmon, please! do i have to beg you to do everything? this dress would make you look so sexy and while you're at it, ditch those shoes."

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as the two of you stepped out of the car, you made note of the scenery. whoever her uncle was must have been loaded, or important, because this venue was too fancy for just a couple of young adults clubbing.

"rhaenyra?" your eyes darted back and forth between the building and her as you walked toward the entrance of the venue, "what does your uncle do for work exactly?"

you had hardly taken notice to the man standing by the door, waiting for rhaenyra.

"niece," he stated look at rhaenyra then turning to face you.

"y/n," you reached your hand out to shake his.

"y/n," he repeated, "what a beautiful name," then he grabbed your hand to kiss it.

rhaenyra rolled her eyes as she spoke, "y/n, this is my uncle daemon."

"nice to meet you," you shyly responded to his gesture.

"no need for formalities. it is always a pleasure to be the in presence of such beautiful young ladies," he teased.

"uncle," rhaenyra started, "i think my dear friend y/n has had enough, would you show us to our booth?"

"with pleasure," daemon said with a sly smirk plastered on his face.

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it had been two hours since daemon had taken the both of you to your booth. those two hours were spent getting pampered by rich wall street men who were looking to spend a pretty penny getting young girls drunk. rhaenyra had entranced one of them to the dance floor 30 minutes prior, leaving you all alone.

"enjoying your time, princess?" you looked up from your phone to see daemon standing, arms crossed.

"oh yes, everything here is so nice. not like those dirty college clubs where i usually get wasted," you joked.

"oh really?" daemon had moved to take a seat next to you, "do you party often?"

"well...not really," you shrugged.

"why's that? you seem like a fun girl," he laughed.

"i've just been really busy at work and you know i'm trying to balance that with school," you knew you were starting to ramble but at this point you didn't care, "it just hasn't been working in my favor i guess."

daemon was looking at you, almost as if he was consuming every word you'd been saying.

"what?" you took notice of his odd staring.

snapping out of his trance he cleared his throat and sat up, "nothing nothing. you seem like a very dedicated young woman, y/n. everything will pass but you shouldn't deny yourself the pleasure of living," he said.

you could tell he was speaking from prior experience, making you question his age.

"how old are you, daemon?" you blurted.

clearly the question caught him off guard but he didn't seem to mind as he started laughing.

"i'm sorry. i know that question was probably insensitive, i didn't mean to-"

"i'm 40, y/n," he spoke smoothly.

"oh," you couldn't seem to find the right words for this situation.

raising a brow, he leaned in closer, "does that bother you, y/n?" he asked.

"no, no it doesn't," you shook your head.

daemon didn't say anything but just lean into you, your legs now touching.

"when was the last time you had some fun, y/n?" his tone now a bit firm.

"well, depends on what kind of fun you're talking about," you joked trying to ease the tension.

you couldn't sit here and deny how your body was reacting to daemon. ever since he'd kissed your hand a couple hours prior, you'd noticed how well his blue-grey eyes complemented his platinum hair. not to mention the fact he had to be at least 6'2. the one thing that set your stomach on fire though was the fact that he was older, so much older.

"when was the last time you were fucked, y/n?" he spoke lowly, breath fanning your face.

your body retracted a bit which daemon took notice of, grabbing your face in response so that now you were looking directly at him.

"are you going to answer, princess?" he hummed.

you could feel your heart beating so intensely you thought it might run out of chest, "a while," you shyly responded.

"was it good?" he asked.

you couldn't bring yourself to speak. you just shook your head "no" and that told daemon all he needed to know.

"would you like me to show you how a real man pleases a woman, y/n?" there was a hint of mockery in the way he spoke. obviously not directed at you, but the man who had you before.

"what about rhaenyra?" you bit your lip, "what would she think about this?"

"this has nothing to do with rhaenyra. you are a grown woman, y/n...but i can see now that you're hesitant. you don't want me to show you," he released your face from his grasp.

"wait! daemon," you grabbed his arm, "i want you," you admitted with the last bit of dignity you had.

"how badly do you want me, princess?" that damn nickname had your heart running laps around your rib cage and even doing backflips.

"so so so badly, daemon," you toyed with your lip as you tried to read his face.

daemon leaned in to grab your face once more, placing his lips onto yours. the way he kissed made the heart doing laps and flips in your ribcage drop dead and instead, set your stomach on fire. he was aggressive, threading his fingers through your hair and pulling your head back to nip at the exposed skin on your neck.

suddenly, he pulled back, "follow me."

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daemon had taken you by the arm down a secluded hallway of the club. you figured you were going to his office, thinking he worked here. yet when he opened the door, you were met with the sight of a private room.

"well...this is nice," you joked before daemon pushed you up against the wall, taking your mouth into his.

his muscular arms traveled down your torso, pulling at the thin material of your lacy dress. your legs opened slightly ajar, giving him the opportunity to place his hand through the ridden-up cloth and tease your leaking slit.

"daemon, please...do something," you whined as he slowly kissed down your neck.

his arms traced back up to where the bottom of your dress was residing and pulled it over your head.

"no bra?" he teased, biting down on your hip bone.

"no bra," you whined out, "just for you."

"oh yeah? who knew you were such a dirty girl, y/n?" he moved so that you could look at yourself in the full length mirror, "look at you...so perfect."

you could only hum a response back before daemon pulled your thong down and started teasing your leaking hole.

"daemon! fuck...please," you mewled out.

"please what, princess?"

"please, eat my pussy," you begged.

"i will, my love...but first i want to play with this pretty pussy," he affirmed as he slid a finger in.

pumping for a bit, he decided to add another one, "how does that feel?"

"sososo good...," you threw your head back, "fuck daemon!" you moaned when he took his fingers out and replaced them with his tongue.

the way he ate your pussy, almost as if he was a starved man had you cursing more than you ever had in your life. not to mention the stars that clouded your vision as he combined the prior finger action with his tongue.

"daemon," you shuddered looking down at him, "i'm gonna cum," you threw your head back, eyes shut.

"no you're not," he responded, pulling his fingers and tongue out of you.

"wha-" you were too clouded to think as daemon picked you up and threw you onto the bed.

he immediately went back to kissing you and you could taste yourself on him. making you even wetter then you were before.

"daemon, take off your clothes," you tugged at his shirt.

"take them off for me, baby," he replied, placing your hands on his chest.

quickly, you went to work removing every piece of clothing on his body until he was bare. you admired his abs for a second, trailing your fingers through the ridges until they reached his v-line.

"that's enough teasing out of you," daemon stated as he flipped you onto all fours, "i want you to look at yourself in the mirror when i fuck you. don't take your eyes off."

the way he said it made it seem like a threat and you weren't willing to test daemon's patience. he slowly entered you and you could feel your knees start to shake from the sheer girth of his length but his hands came to lay on your hips, helping you steady yourself. it only took a couple of thrusts before daemon started going absolutely insane.

"fuck...it's like you were made for me, y/n...so perfect," he groaned as he pulled your back up to touch his stomach.

"daemon, i'm not going to last much longer..." you whispered as his thrusts increased.

"look at yourself when i make you cum," he commanded and your eyes shifted to the mirror.

"fuck y/n, baby...i'm gonna cum," daemon nipped at your ear, "i want you to cum with me."

within a matter of seconds the two of you were falling apart. you were sure that if there were other private rooms, they would've heard the way you yelled daemon's name. hell, the whole venue probably heard you but it all didn't matter because the orgasm that daemon just gave you put the rest to shame and he knew it too. you laid, breathless on the bed looking at him.

"are you tired, old man?" you teased.

"do want to see how tired this old man really is, princess?" daemon replied before emerging on top of you for yet, another round.

[purplerocketlavalamp]

Not gonna lie, I thank the gods for these pictures I'm not gonna lie this is going to help write costume descriptions for almost every HOTD & GOT character.

So Thank you!

[sleepparalysisdemon112]

Betrothal pt. 3

final part of Betrothal 

A/N this is my first smut... so yk dont judge, it’s kind of cringy but not that bad I wouldn’t do that to you guys, please like and thank you! I hope you enjoy.

Warnings:smut, cringy sex (It’s just kind of sweet), enemies to lovers, cheesy shit 

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Female reader 

Summary: you confess

“Aemond I have always loved you,” I admitted. 

Before I could process what was happening, he had already grabbed my hips and pressed his lips to mine. He began kissing me harshly kissing down my jaw and neck, “Aemond your clothes are all  bloody we can’t,” 

“Who said the clothes were staying on?” He continued kissing me and then he lifted me wrapping my legs around his waist as he placed us on the bed laying me down on my back and him upright, he let go and began stripping himself of his bloodied clothes. 

His skin was scared slightly in only a few places showing him to be a well-trained prince, his skin was pale and beautiful something I had always longed to see, to feel, to experience.  

Once he was finally undressed and stood in all his glory he was begging to come back to me, before I stopped him. “Take your eyepatch off, I want to see you as you are,” I spoke calmly 

“But what if you don’t like what you see?”

“Trust me,” 

He stayed put for a minute staring into my eyes before standing straight up once more and removing the patch placing it on the bedside table once it was off and the sapphire was visible I admired its beauty, and in all his beauty. 

“Might I touch it?” he leaned forward to me positioning himself between my legs and bringing his face closer to mine “yes,” he spoke lowly and it seemed as if his wall of protection was unfolding.

I traced the pads of my fingers over the scared skin before easing up a little and placing a kiss on the top part of his scar. 

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By now we were both undressed and he had been kissing all over me, my neck, my chest, my stomach, my thighs, and now was what I had been waiting for since I first saw him again. 

“Are you sure my wife,” he asked eagerly waiting in position before placing his length inside me.

“Yes, my husband,” I grinned before he slowly pushed himself in giving me a minute to adjust, my eyes shut and I let out a shaky breath. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he began thrusting in deeper. I moved my head to the crook of his neck kissing the skin there, and letting out small moans. He was quiet with the occasional grunt his thrust was passionate, filled with longing, and built-up frustration. 

“Look at me, love, look at me,” I raised my head and met his eyes as his speed increased, “I love you, y/n I always have and have always hated to admit it,” 

He spoke breathily in a heat of the moment passion, his guards finally down and the real raw Aemond finally showing. 

“Aemond I have always loved you, and I will until our dying days,” we kissed a deep kiss his left hand leaving my hip and traveling up my back slightly scratching the skin there. 

“I’m close my love,” I agreed and he increased his speed to a satisfying rhythm soon the not in my stomach released and so did his, filling me and leaving us both out of breath. 

He layed me back on the bed staying inside of me and laying his head on my bare chest, listening to the rush of thumps.

“I’ll ask the servants to run us a bath, my wife,”

@1950schick :)

[bohemian-nights]

I see your Aemond x Helaena and I raise you Aemond x Rhaena.

[agreyraincloudd]

Aemond x Thief!Reader

Word Count 1. 3k

Summary Aemond is surprised to find someone dressed as himself attempting to steal his dragon.

Whoever said Kingslanding had good weather was a liar. It was fucking freezing. Scaling up the side of the coast line with a dead goat was hard enough but when the rain began and the white paint in their hair began dribbling down their chin, they started to contemplate if the gold coins Baela Targaryen promised upon the return of her mother's dragon was worth this. The stench alone of damp hide was temptation enough to leave.

The shelter of the Dragon pit was a welcome respite. But the relief was short lived as she snuck her way down into the darkness. In the shadows it became difficult to see. Y/N's hands searched against the wall, the wet of stone licking at their fingers until it all ended.

"Gods watch over me" They muttered lowly as the great beast lay befow them. Vhagar. The dragon took deep heavy breaths as it stirred. The plan was simple; disguised as Aemond, Y/N would waltz into the dragon pit to, distract the creature with a light snack and crawl upon its back to fly it home. All the while hoping it doesn't realise the true identity of the false Prince and eat them before they could get away.

Easier said than done.

The hood of Y/N's cloak remained pulled low as they lobbed the white goat before the dragon's nose. Vhagar, in their sleepy haze pawed at the carcas before lapping it's tongue at the snack none the wiser to the imposter. Y/N tried to remain in a casual walk as they waltzed up to the long ladder draped over the scaled back when the ground from under them was snatched away as a body yanked them back, throwing them to the ground.

Y/N pulled their dagger from their boot and sliced forward but a hand reached out and slammed them back into the dust. Vhagar slithering in a frantic twist behind the pair. The two of them went into a roll. Y/N scratched at the man but he landed a strong punch, hazing their vision. Blood gathered at their brow.

"Are you supposed to be me?" Aemond Targaryen's legs pinned Y/N in place in a straddle, their face looking down in a confused skowl.

Y/N struggled, thrashing until Aemond pulled them up by their wrists to slam them back, the knife falling from their hand.

"This is on the wrong eye too" He scoffed.

"Fucks sake just feed me to the dragon or get off me" Y/N had exhausted all energy climbing here, they couldn't be bothered to fight their way out of this.

Aemond lent a little closer, a curl forming on their lips.

"Well?"

"Your dragon bought it"

"My dragon would have ate you the moment you tried to climb on their back"

"She's old, I'm sure she couldn't tell"

Aemond reached forward, tucking Y/N's hand under his knee as pulled the eye patch off the imposters face. They both went silent.

"Tell me your business before I slit your throat"

Y/N didn't move.

Vhagar growled behind them.

"Someone is paying a pretty penny to get Vhagar back"

"Baela?"

The thief didn't move.

"Do not test me"

Y/N nodded.

"You will take me to them in the morrow and I will prove Vhagar chose me"

"Fine"

The two rose. The minute he shoved them through the tunnels and into the back streets of Kingslanding Y/N made a break for it. But Aemond was quick. He ran behind them and in barely a broken stride his hands shoved them into the wall.

"Don't even think about it thief"

Y/N raised their hands in innocence.

"Okay okay"

Aemond didn't say another word as he practically dragged them through cobbled alleyways and deep into his home. Only when they reached his Chambers did he release them.

"You will sleep here. We will leave at first light. You will take me to Baela and bare witness as I remove her head from her shoulders for dare attempting to steal my dragon"

Y/N didn't know where to look. Aemond had something to him when he spoke. Each word ribboned in the air in a hiss of sounds.

"Might I get cleaned up first your highness? " They both knew the question was a tease at their lack of care for Prince Aemonds title.

He nodded toward his bathroom.

A large gold mirror sat in the centre of the ensuite, the reflection spitting back an unfamiliar image. The blonde paint in attempt to mimic the Prince was fading and smudged against their skin and the few strands that held the white had stuck to the drying blood on their face.

Y/N cupped their hands in the sink but groaned out in pain as the water stung the dust filled gash above their eye.

A white cloth on the side was dunked in the basin as Aemond appeared. Y/N turned as the blonde man startled them. He had forgone his own cloak and remained in a loose white shirt, scars and nicks from fighting kissed along his neck.

"Here" In a swift motion Aemond turned Y/N's face away in his hand, the damp cloth coming up to dab at the red on their skin.

"You're making too much noise"

"Ah I apologise, next time you punch me in the face and rub dirt in it, ill try not to complain so much when I clean myself up"

"Next time" - a Prince should not be as close to them as they were "don't try to steal my dragon"

"From what I heard I'm giving it back"

Aemond pressed a little harder. Y/N's face soured.

"Vhagar chose me just as much as I chose her. Baela should have already claimed her before I could if she was so bothered"

"I imagine a Prince often gets what he wants"

Aemond tilted their face back to him.

"What I want and what is appropriate are not always similar"

"What could a Prince want that he could not have"

Aemond put the cloth down. The water turning red.

"You may take my bed after you bathe"

Y/N followed him out.

"And you?"

He twisted to face them.

"I will not be sleeping whilst among a thief"

"Suit yourself"

Aemonds bed was like sleeping upon a thousand clouds. The blankets engulfed them as they wrapped the sheets close to their neck, the stormy chill flooding the room.

Aemond remained strolling around his chamber for some time until Y/N sat up.

"I do not care if you sleep beside me or on the floor or not at all but would you stop pacing"

In a sudden act of stubbornness, Aemond pull the sheets off of them, exposing their body to the fridges air.

"Then neither of us shall sleep tonight"

Furious with his suggestion, Y/N crawled to their knees and latched onto the Princes shirt at the side of the bed, dragging him in after them before they slung the covers across the two.

"I lay in the heart of Kingslanding in none other than a Princes bed with hundred of guards tolling every conceivable exit to this place. If I tried to kill you now I would rather I took myself after too. Now shut up or sleep"

"What dark pit did Baela fetch you out of?" Aemond wretched at their brashness.

"The same one they found you"

The Prince said no more as he moved to make himself more comfortable after exstingusing the small flame on his bedside.

Y/N flipped to face away from the Prince as he did, all the while ignoring the warmth radiating off him.

The soft patter of rain fall lulled them to sleep as the couple lay a pillow apart. It was only the following morning as they rode to Driftmark did the way Aemonds hands lay across their waist, remind them of the feeling they awoke to only a few hours prior.

-

AN

Enjoy your bread crumbs whores

[melyssaandrade]

A coroa de mozão do ano vai para: Aemond Targaryen 💖🤏🏻

[criticizing-blogger]

I just been on an Aemond Targaryen binge read for the last several weeks

[moseslikellamas]

♱𖣂 Redfork Menace ♱𖣂 pt.9

Benjicot Blackwood x Bracken!OC

Summary - Shanda begins to lose her mind as Benjicot’s plan begins to work. Back at Stone Hedge things take a turn for the worst

Warnings - fem!reader, suspense, mentions of violencr, adult language, period typical misogyny, condescension, adult language, complicated family dynamics, feud behavior, misplaced rage, feelings of guilt, manipulation benjicot brainrot, Kieran Burton fancast.

Word count - 2.4k

Bit late but here we are!

In her room, Shanda paced. She had been pacing the better part of two hours. She was mumbling to herself as she did so. It had been days. Days of avoiding the heir of Raventree and days of wishing she’d get over herself and talk to him. He’d given her the space which was nice and maddening.

“Get a grip. Just wait until… but then…” On and on she went.

The storm had died down and her room was stuffy and humid. Despite the continued rain, she threw the window open. Breathing the cool fresh air in, she relished in the breeze. Her dress was wet with sweat and she failed to wipe the sweat out of her eyes. Her arm was just as coated, the two slick surfaces just gliding across one another. She was losing her mind. Or she had already lost it, she couldn’t decide. The bottom line was the man accusing her of attempted murder and who had inadvertently signed her death warrant, shouldn’t make her stomach flutter with a thousand butterflies.

Her door flew open, the man of the hour walking in looking concerned before he spotted her by the window, sweaty and sullen.

“What, is opening a window illegal now?” She asked, looking at her hands trying to seem disinterested.

“It is when you threaten to scale the castle walls that way.”

“So you’ve been spying on me?”

“You’re a wanted criminal my-“ He had paused abruptly, remembering at the last second not to call her lady. “My sweet baby.” He’d winked then. And she had grown red in the face, irritated with his continued open flirting.

“Your mortal enemy. Your darkest rival.”

“Is that your way of saying you’d like to roll around in the mud again? Because I will oblige if so.”

“Ugh!” She exclaimed, throwing her hands up and turning away from him. Maybe he would just go away if she ignored him.

“Do you want to go outside?” His voice was right behind her suddenly and she jumped, startled.

Of course she wanted to see something other than the stuffy four walls that she’d been looking at. But it was the principle of the thing. She didn’t want him to be nice to her and offer to take her outside, that’s not how you treat prisoners. That much she knew. Without turning around, she replied.

“Am I allowed out now? I am a wanted dangerous criminal after all. Might not be safe to let me out on the prowl.” She sounded childishly immature even to her own ears.

“You are definitely dangerous.”

He reached around her to close the window. Letting his hands linger about her waist after he’d finished. She was holding onto the windowsill for dear life when he reached up and grabbed the back of her neck.

“You know, maybe some air would be nice.” She shakily agreed, changing her mind.

Some air, some space, some fucking mental help. All of the above would have been greatly appreciated by her. She tried to imagine all of the bloody Bracken men she’d seen coming in with broken bones. Trying to summon the image of the man, standing entirely too close to her, committing acts of violence. Hoping to shock some sense into herself. Instead she just summoned the image of him covered in blood, eyes wild while he grabbed her. Coating her dress in blood before doing the same to her mouth… Get a hold of yourself! She scolded herself.

She hadn’t heard him if he’d said anything, just allowed him to lead her from the room; his hand was still on the back of her neck. Shanda had suitors before, more came and went every moon. They were boring, horrible boring men who never thought about anything interesting. Just more of the same, ledgers. Sure, counting and keeping track of records was important. But if she wanted to keep records she could stay home and manage that fine. She had records, heaps and heaps of boring records.

What she hadn’t had was a delusional man willing to shove her roughly against a surface and tell her sweetly all the reasons why she wanted him to. And now that she did, to say she’d been underprepared would be putting it lightly. Men were boring, they talked about boring things and had boring fights. Or they were bloodthirsty monsters with no redeemable traits. Benjicot was some odd third thing, psychotic definitely. But he was attentive, he noticed things about her she didn’t even think about. True, he then tried to manipulate her using those facts, but she was finding she didn’t care.

That was why she’d let him lead her out of the room with hardly a protest. If he would give her a shot, she could get across the river. She felt absolutely sure of it. He was incredibly fast and had the home field advantage but if she didn’t try now, she might not ever.

***

Stone Hedge was burning. Martyn was busy evacuating everyone, his lungs burned from inhaling the smoke. A nasty cough was developing in his chest and he wheezed every few inhales. He didn’t know where Royce was, presumably in the stables calming the horses. But he’d seen his father out first when the fire started. It was still unclear as to what started the fire but it had raged. Luckily for them Stone Hedge wasn’t named that for laughs and the castle hadn’t burned. Unluckily for them it had been the people and furniture that burned.

“Keep moving! We must wait for the air to clear! Keep to the right.” He occasionally barked out instructions as he guided people outside into the humid air.

Having guided that group, he went back in for a final sweep. His head was swimming at this point, climbing the stairs was a difficult task that he slugged through. He had a piece of wet cloth over his mouth and nose but his eyes watered blurring his vision as he looked. He called out, listening for any replies. When he heard nothing he would move on to the next spot. He opened windows and doors as he went, helping to air the smoke out. They’d managed to smother the worst of it and if the gods were good the rain might pick up.

Once he cleared the castle he fell down outside once in the fresh air. A violent cough gripped him for a minute, strangling him. He threw up, heaving on the ground. Someone had pulled him upright, raised his arms over his head and given him a good couple slaps on the back until he finally managed to stop. Another handed him a canteen full of water, the cool drink could’ve been an ascension to him. He drank heavily, then poured the rest into his stinging eyes.

Blinking his eyes open, he saw his companions. Royce was to his left and to his right a fellow guard.

“Donal, have we a casualty estimate yet?”

The young knight shook his head. “No one’s crazy enough to go in there yet but you I’m afraid.”

Shanda would have. Martyn felt a bolt of anguish shred him up inside at his own thoughts. He’d managed to carefully lock the thought of her up while dealing with the crisis and he was on the verge of falling apart again. The halls were empty without her and life was bleak. Royce was a ticking time bomb, a ball of rage and he was still deeply angry at Shanda.

The afternoon Royce pushed her in the river, Martyn had almost slain him. Royce had panted, watching as their sister drifted further down the river. And Martyn stood behind him, sword held aloft waiting for him to turn around. When he did, his expression was not one of shock.

“I suppose it’s only right.” He had responded, hands behind his back calmly.

Martyn had screamed, charging at him fully intending to strike. But he’d plunged the sword into the ground beside him instead and began to sob.

“Mother will never forgive you.”

“She’s dead. If we go now maybe Shanda won’t be.”

Then they ran into the Blackwood’s.

The encounter hadn’t been so bad at first. Royce had ignored their taunts and they had hardly existed to Martyn. It was when that bloody savage spoke up that things took a turn for the worst.

“Looking for your sister are you?”

Martyn had closed his eyes at the words, exhaling. They’d found her first.

“Afraid you’re too late. We caught her earlier, sneaking around and spying. Got her locked up, awaiting trial now.”

Martyn had no choice but to pull his sword at those words.

“You lie. If you have her it's because you've stolen her. She wouldn’t go over there.” He meant specifically today, as Martyn knew she definitely was going over there. But she wouldn’t today, not after being shoved in the river. He knew his sister, she would not be plotting to spy after the afternoon she’d had.

“Hm, I wonder. Wasn’t she wearing gold?” He asked his men, looking around inquisitively.

Martyn knew he was just trying to get a rise out of them but Royce was younger and had a bad chip on his shoulder about their sister presently. He had attacked first, he’d just started brawling. Martyn had no time to watch him though as his own fight had started.

Martyn was a distance fighter first and foremost, a dead shot with a bow. And he was perfectly fine with a sword, but he was useless against whatever maniac had grabbed his sword mid swing and ripped it out of his hand before flinging it away. The guy's hand was gushing blood but he just grinned on before knocking Martyn on his ass. Both him and his brother ended up in the river afterwards. After fishing himself out he had just laid there on the ground. His thoughts had spiraled out of control until Royce pulled him up and began to lead them home.

Their father had just stared at them unblinking for several minutes. He had stopped counting after three but from how heavily his brother seethed beside him it could've been hours.

“You pushed your sister in the river.” He said it as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

“You pushed your sister into the river.” It sounded worse the second time.

His father had turned his attention to Martyn waiting expectantly, disgust on his features.

“I did try to stop him. He tried to cut her head off first, we’re lucky she moved. But like you always say father, Royce could knock me to the ground on my best day. And today was no one’s best day.” He stared at the ground, eyes tearing up again.

“She’s a gods damned disgrace and we’re better off without her conniving ways around here.” Royce cut in, having decided on the worst moment to speak his mind.

“Your sister is twice as useful as you.” Their father had bitten out replying to Royce but directing it at both of them. “Get out of my face.”

Martyn had gone to guard duty, seeing nothing else to do. He could not go to sleep, maybe ever again.

That was three days ago. Now he lay on the grass under the cloudy night sky struggling to pull in air.

“It was her.” Royce said, suddenly standing.

“Huh?” Martyn replied, still half delirious but Royce was gone in an instant.

Donal helped Martyn pull his armor off, his skin steaming in the night air. Somewhere off in the distance, he heard a howl sound off. The wolves had decided to show up after all.

***

He had let her go. That was all Shanda could think as she sprinted through the grasslands, never once looking back. If he were really trying, she’d be able to hear him. The only sounds were her lithe feet barely touching the ground. For once it wasn’t raining, instead it was dangerously hot. Not the weather to go sprinting in but that seemed her lot in life. The gods did not esteem the Riverlands, they could not and make it this hot.

“I’ll make you a wager.” He had said once they were outside, air hanging over them like a blanket. “If you can make it across the river, I’ll drop the whole thing. Call it a big misunderstanding, and leave it alone.”

“And if you catch me?”

“Nothing changes,” then he smiled brilliantly at her, making her stomach clench. “And I get to enjoy a good chase.”

“Just across the river?”

“Shall I give you a head start?”

She didn’t waste a second then, taking off immediately. Her biggest disadvantage behind the heat, were the clouds obscuring the moonlight. Occasionally heat lightning would flash but it didn’t light her path any better. But she had managed to avoid slipping into any holes and for that she did thank the gods. The copse of trees was dark and menacing but she didn’t slow down. She barreled into the trees only pulling up short so as to not fall into the river.

The river wasn’t moving as quickly as it had been a few days ago and she looked at it carefully before choosing a spot to try to cross. She’d judged it wrong though and slipped nearly falling in. She caught a tree root and was attempting to pull herself up when she heard twin voices call out.

“It’s you!”

At the same time as,

“There you are.”

Having pulled herself back up on the bank, she could see her brother Royce standing there across the water. He looked shocked, his mouth hanging agape before his face hardened into a mask. Then he turned around, having said nothing and left. Shanda frowned, confused. Benjicot wrapped both arms around her, holding her tightly.

“I think you may have messed up love. Dear brother looked upset to see us together.”

Why hadn’t Royce said anything to her? Sure he’d pushed her in the river. But that was days ago, she was over it. What sibling didn’t occasionally try to kill you? Why had he been at the river in the first place?

And why had Benjicot been so slow?

“What took you so long?”

“I wanted to give you a fair shot.”

“Lucky you, I got distracted.”

“I would’ve still caught you. I saw your attempt to cross, just pathetic. But I would’ve fished you out.” He sighed, rubbing his cheek against the top of her head.

[targaryen-dynasty]

WILDEST DREAMS.

Modern!Aegon II Targaryen x pregnant!Reader

Neither of you would have thought you‘d ever end up like this — dating for hardly a year and you pregnant with Aegon‘s child. Yet he still has another surprise up his sleeve.

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT—MINORS DNI; p in v, pregnant sex, pregnancy, lactation kink, semi public sex, daddy kink, breeding kink, praise kink

WORDS: 3.5 K

NOTES: Thanks to @lovelykhaleesiii for this amazing request! This can be read as part of the Mine and Mine only universe. 🤭

White Harbor has never looked more peaceful than it does at this moment. 

Just two days ago, the sky above the harbor was lit up by fireworks with thousands of people watching, and now the only lights you can see are the ones on the docked boats, and the street lights and buildings surrounding the harbor. 

Instead of a formal dinner with his friends, just like he has celebrated every year, Aegon has chosen to invite his younger siblings and their respective families to White Harbor to celebrate the New Year, renting a penthouse overlooking the impressive harbor. It was meant to be a trip no longer than three days, however, all parties involved have quickly decided that it would be better to extend the trip by a few more.

You and Aegon have been dating for hardly a year, meeting by chance in the very same spot you sit in right now, and, after you have found out that you both live in King’s Landing, decided to enter a situationship because you enjoyed each other’s company but weren’t looking for something serious. 

Until he got you pregnant by accident. 

After you both agreed to keep the child, you could swear you had spotted a few tears brimming in his eyes as you handed him the positive pregnancy test, you could observe from day to day how he became more and more absorbed in the father’s role. 

You’re seven months pregnant by now, and, except for the ridiculous amount of milk your body already provides for the child, you have little to no symptoms. The child has been moving quite a bit ever since you’ve hit the six month mark, but you have gotten used to it by now. 

Aegon’s arm is draped over the back of your chair with his fingers drawing mindless patterns along your upper arm, and you two bask in each other’s company and the silence surrounding you. You’re nursing your second glass of non-alcoholic wine, one hand resting on the swell of your bump and feeling the kicks of your child. 

While your eyes are fixed on the tv in the adjoining living room, the Disney movie still running that was meant to keep Helaena’s children occupied during dinner, Aegon has his eyes solely locked on you, watching you gently caress your protruding bump. 

He places his hand over yours, the sudden warmth prompting you to meet his loving gaze. 

You lean into his embrace, and he presses a chaste kiss to your temple, before you nuzzle your nose into the crook of his neck, inhaling his all too familiar, comforting scent. 

“You know they won’t come back, right?” you ask, voice slightly muffled because of the position of your face. 

Aemond and his wife left two hours ago to feed their little boy and bring him to bed, and have not returned ever since to do God-knows-what. Helaena and Cregan were a bit more persistent with both their children occupied by the television, before they eventually departed to bring them to bed, too. 

That left Aegon and you all by yourself without the hurry to get to bed. 

He chuckles at your words. “I figured as much,” he says, pinching your chin to bring your lips up to his. “We have this evening all to ourselves now.”

Knowing exactly what he is hinting at, your eyes take over a half-lidded gaze almost immediately, your hormones having you feel positively bubbly.

“And I suppose there are plenty of ways we can entertain ourselves in the meantime,” you purr against his lips, pecking them once. He has parted his lips when you pull back, clearly having anticipated you to deepen the kiss and not pull away after just one chaste peck. 

A growl rumbles in his chest as he’s figured out your teasing, and his voice is husky when he speaks again, “are there now?”

His eyes spark with the joy of mischief at his own words, sending a shiver straight down your spine. 

Aegon’s hand drops lower onto your hip, drawing you closer to him to the point you have to get up to straddle his lap. Just at the sight of the pregnant you climbing him, he could feel his crotch growing tighter, much more at the realization that it was his seed doing this to you.  

The skirt of your dress rides up your thighs as you make yourself comfortable to accommodate the space your bump creates. The fabric rucks up just below your belly, and your bare skin is too inviting for your boyfriend not to rub his hands up and down the outsides of your thighs. 

You rest your hands on his shoulders, and lean in to connect your lips with his. Aegon meets the kiss with passion, his arms snaking around your frame to pull you closer. Your lips press together with urgency, your tongues exploring each other’s mouths. 

You run your fingers through his short, silver curls and hold him tight to you as the kiss deepens. You’re both eager to get as close as possible to each other, and you feel the evidence of your proximity and his desire pressing against your clothed and swollen pussy. 

Aegon draws back slightly, and you chase his lips for another kiss. It was passionate but short-lived with him lowering his head to kiss your jaw. 

He caresses the swell of your belly as he trails his lips to your neck, shoulder and then your collarbone. You whimper and whine at the heat on your skin that follows his lips, tilting your head to the side to grant him even more access. 

Teasingly slow, he hooks his index finger beneath the strap of your dress and drags it down your shoulder, completely unphased as he starts to nibble your skin. He proceeds to do the same with the other strap, letting them dangle in the cooks of your elbows with your arms bent.

He brushes his hand over the side of your bump up to your heavy breast, cupping it through the fabric. “You haven’t worn a bra all day long,” he rasps against your collar bone, looking up at you with dark blown eyes. “Such a little minx. Bet you didn’t even think about how badly I would have to hold myself back, huh?”

The touch to your breast sends a tremble through your body, and you arch your back into it. Biting your lip as you look down at him, you whisper teasingly, though there is a hint of glee audible in your words, “not one second.”

His piercing blue eyes widen for a moment, the true meaning behind your words slowly settling. When he squeezes your breast, you tug on his hair in return, causing him to groan, and with his head already tilted up, he presses his lips to your jaw. 

“You’re a very, very naughty girl… mommy.” His voice is hoarse when he speaks, and his words make your body hum with desire. 

You lick your lips, and bow your head to meet his, kissing him deeply. You start to grind over his clothed cock, eliciting sharp and heavy breaths from him and quiet whines from yourself whenever your lips parted for air. 

Resting your forehead against his, you rub your hands over his shoulders, squeezing them. “Mommy can be very naughty,” you say, pecking his lips once. “If she gets what she wants…”

“And what does she want?” The grin he has on his lips is perfectly audible, you don’t even have to see it. He knows all too well what you’re going to say, he just wants to hear it.

“You, daddy.”

You can tell he’s taken by surprise at the nickname, since you’ve never used it with him before, his eyes widen as he pulls back to regard you. But nevertheless, a low groan leaves his lips. 

Having always been insatiable and hungry for each other, it’s no surprise which direction it all takes when Aegon cups your ass and lifts you up to carefully sit you down on the table, standing between your parted legs. You bury your fingers in the hairs on the back of his neck again, and watch him carefully.

“Say that again.”

With a cheeky grin on your lips, your eyes visibly trail from his to his lips and then down to his crotch, the bulge perfectly visible. “Daddy,” you reply to the command, innocently batting your eyelashes at him. 

Aegon groans again, and when his hands tug on the front of your dress, you shimmy out of the straps to allow him to free your full breasts. It’s impossible for him to tear his eyes off of them, watching mesmerized how your nipples harden as the chill air hits them. 

You don’t even have to say anything for him to lean in and wrap his lips around one bud, skipping the teasing to suck on it immediately, swallowing your milk like a man starved. The stimulation and relief it brings has your back arching once again, all but shoving your breasts against his lips and into his hand. 

He’s pinching your other nipple between his fingers, coaxing drops of your milk to dribble down the curve of your breast while his lips greedily lap at your other. 

“Fuck,” you mewl, scratching your fingers over his scalp in a comforting manner. 

Aegon’s spurred on by the way your body writhes beneath his touch and your legs clamp around his hips, locking him in and prompting him to rut his hard cock against your clothed pussy. 

But as much as you yearn for the relief his lips bring you, the aching between your legs is too much and needs to be soothed by him. 

“I need you, Aeg,” you whine, grinding yourself against his hard-on. 

A deep groan rumbles in his chest at your words, stoking the already blazing need you have for each other. To your surprise, he pulls back from your breast with a pop, a string of saliva connecting your hard bud and his swollen lips. 

They are curled into a smug smirk, the expression that so often blesses his chiseled features. “What was that?” 

You sigh, biting your bottom lip to suppress the urge to roll your eyes. You know what he wants to hear. “I need you… daddy.”

Like a man possessed, Aegon pushes the skirt of your dress up and reveals your cotton panties. You haven’t worn thongs in ages, and he’s used to them by now, though it took him some while. 

Noticing the damp spot in the center of them, Aegon scoffs. “God, fuck, how I‘ve missed you,“ he husks, his eyes solely focused on the outlines of your swollen folds against the cotton. He‘s not talking to you, obviously. “So eager to be filled by me, baby, mh?”

He fists the fabric between his fingers and just rips it apart as if it‘s nothing, briefly meeting your pouting gaze. “I’ll buy you prettier ones,” he replies. 

His hands curl around your thighs to pull you closer towards the edge of the table, and you lean back and prop yourself on your hands, watching almost eagerly as he undoes the zipper of his pants and pulls out his cock. The tip is covered in an angry red, beads of pre cum glistening at the slit, looking all too painful and begging for relief. 

Fisting the base of his cock, he drags it through your swollen folds, soaking it in your arousal before he presses the tip against your entrance, meeting resistance. You brace yourself for the delicious stretch, and release a shuddered breath when he finally breeches your hole. 

Aegon doesn’t know where to look and touch you. Every inch of your body looks far too inviting, and he’s sure he could cum just knowing that he’s the one responsible for the swelling of your body. The half lidded gaze you flash at him doesn’t help either, driving him mad. 

A husky groan slips past his lips as your walls squeeze him ever so tightly, throbbing and twitching as you choke him like a vice. “Fuck, keep squeezing me like that and I’m not gonna last long,” he rasps. 

One hand comes up to grope at your breast, while the other rests on the swell of your bump, splaying over it. 

As he pulls his hips back, you wrap your legs around them in a fruitless effort to force him back into you, but he is stronger and merely keeps the tip of his cock inside of you. 

“So eager to have me inside of you?” he teases, and your reply dies on your tongue as he thrusts sharply back into you. 

There’s a suppressed urgency in the way Aegon snaps his hips into yours so quickly and harshly, repeatedly bullying the sweet spot inside of you that makes you putty in his hands. The vigorous pace of his pounding leaves you scrambling for support, and you opt to prop yourself up on your elbows instead of your hands to steady yourself. 

Your head tilts back, and your mouth falls open, but you quickly clamp it shut to stop any wanton moans to fall from your lips. You can’t risk being too loud, as you don’t want anyone in the bedrooms far down the hallway to hear what you’re up to. 

The pleasure envelops you, and when you look at him, you spot him biting his bottom lip harshly, clearly struggling with staying quiet just as much as you do. What seems to distract him at least a bit is the way your breasts jiggle each time his hips meet yours, sending tremors through your body. 

Toe curling pleasure overtakes your body, and you can’t help but fondle the breast that isn’t groped by him, teasing your nipple to the point beads of your milk dribbled out of it again. The sight has him groan out, a tad too loud for the both of you.  

“So fucking pretty carrying my child,” Aegon grunts, the praise making your pussy throb with pleasure and your head fuzzy. He gathers some of your milk on the pad of his thumb, bringing it up to his lips to suck his digit clean. “Pussy or tit – you just taste divine.”

The obscenity of his words coax a renewed wave of your arousal to ooze out of your cunt, soaking his throbbing cock and the table below. You don’t want it to end just yet, but with the knot in your belly tightening, there’s no way to escape. 

Your heels dig into Aegon’s ass cheeks to slightly decelerate the pace of his thrusts and force him to go even deeper, intensifying the sensations you feel. 

“Fuck… please,” you whimper with your face contored in pleasure. 

Aegon wrinkles his nose, looking at you from under the strands of hair that have fallen into his face. “Need something, mommy?”

Your hips roll against his as best as they can, the swollen belly not making it easy, and your mouth falls open again with breathy whimpers leaving it. “I-I’m close,” you mewl, looking up at him with hooded eyes. “Wanna cum, daddy… please.”

You spot the hint of a smile dancing over his features, before he peels your hand off of your breast to bring it to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of it. 

His other hand has found its way down to your pussy, skilled fingers dragging over your bundle in the rhythm they have long internalized. He knows you like clockwork, knows what gets you going and what makes you take just a little longer. 

“Cum for me,” he pants against the back of your hand, not once breaking eye contact with you. 

You collapse on the tabletop, the coldness of the wood hitting your flushed skin sending a shiver up your spine that goes so devilishly well with the fire that suddenly courses through your veins. 

Just in time with your orgasm washing over you, Aegon places his hand over your mouth to stifle the loud moans and whines, knowing damn well that even though he can hold himself back, the same doesn’t apply to you. 

You squeeze his cock so tightly as you fall apart beneath him, your back inevitably arching off of the table. 

“That’s it, mommy,” he coos while he fucks you through the orgasm, the toe-curling pleasure overtaking your every being. He watches in awe as your face contorts in pleasure, taking pride in it since it’s him that’s responsible for it. 

Only as he feels your body relax and your breathing turn more shallow than heavy does he bring his hand back down to your breast, the aftershocks of your high clearly subsiding. 

Aegon keeps on going despite the overstimulation taking its toll on your body now, clearly racing for his own completion. His other hand shows mercy on your sensitive clit and instead pays attention to your hip, fingers digging into your flesh. 

“Taking me so well, fuck, just a little longer,” he rambles, his head bowing forward to watch where he‘s repeatedly disappearing inside of your tightness. 

Your head lulls back again, and your walls flutter and clench from the overstimulation, in dire need to take his seed and bring it to an end. Both your hands fly to the edge of the table for leverage, while his hands grope every inch of your body they could grasp. 

Being overstimulated by him isn’t new to you, yet the moment the discomfort melts into plain pleasure always mesmerizes you. 

Your body feels as if it’s on fire with the knot in your belly tightening for a second time, the high approaching faster and harder than before. 

“Would’ve fucked a child in you if you weren’t pregnant already,” Aegon mumbles, and you can hear the strain in his voice, seemingly having troubles staying quiet. 

You whine in return, and it must have been the way your walls choke him for a second time, but Aegon brings his hand between your bodies again, pressing his thumb to your sensitive clit. 

“Cum with me,” you all but whine, eager to have his seed paint your walls. “Fill me up, daddy, pleasepleaseplease.”

The interplay of his cock bullying your sweet spot and his thumb dragging over your clit has you toppling over the edge once again, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip to silence yourself. 

But even if you wanted to moan, you couldn’t, not with the white, hot pleasure coursing through your veins. 

Your lips part with no sounds leaving them, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. 

It’s not long after that Aegon comes undone, announcing his own orgasm with a stutter of his hips and a hoarse “Fuck, I–” escaping his throat. 

Your clenching walls are milking him for all he got, making sure every drop of his cum is accommodated and doesn’t go to waste. 

Two more thrusts are given to your fluttering pussy before Aegon stills his hips, collapsing forwards with his hands braced right next to the swell of your bump. 

He’s towering over you, a lazy smirk on his lips as he meets your gaze, and beads of sweat cling to his flushed skin. 

You rub your bump in circles as you look up at him, calming yourself as you regain your breathing. 

And you want to speak, but Aegon beats you to it.

“Marry me.”

A gasp escapes you as you process the words, and your belly immediately churns with arousal and desire. 

As his words ring in your ears, you lick your lips and gaze up at him lovingly, though something mischievous glints in your eyes. 

“I thought you’d never ask.”

His face softens, but his lips curl into a smirk. “I was waiting for the right time, but I didn’t know whether it would come at all.”

You giggle at his words, and also roll your eyes, as it was typical Aegon. But even if the moment isn’t perfect, your heart still beats rapidly, having a hard time to handle the overwhelming emotions his proposal causes you. 

“But there’s still going to be a real proposal, right? With a ring and all that?” you tease playfully. 

Aegon chuckles and helps you sit upright again, cupping your belly with both hands. “Of course, you’ll get a beautiful ring and everything else that comes with it. You really think I’d half-ass something like this? You deserve the most extravagant proposal.”

You sigh, savoring the feeling of his hands on your body, his softening cock still inside of you and the weight of his words. 

“Yes. Yes, I will.”

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[the-fiction-witch]

Cuddles P3

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Lucerys Velaryon (Age up) Couple - Lucerys X Reader Reader - Y/n (Betrothal) Rating - Smut Word Count - 2626

Part One - Part Two

Lucerys swallowed hard at her words, his mind racing at the possibilities of where he could touch her. But first, he wanted to enjoy the feeling of her hands in his hair for a moment longer before he moved. “I want to touch your thighs…” he said, his voice almost a whisper as he spoke, “can I touch your thighs…?”

"yes Luke" she nodded

He exhaled deeply as she gave him permission, a shiver running through his body in anticipation. His hand slowly began to move down her stomach, his fingers gently caressing her midriff before they reached her thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps on her skin. He softly traced his fingers up and down her inner thighs, his touch light and tentative, almost teasing as he waited for a reaction from her.

she giggled slightly at his tickling fingers his hands moving her dress a little as he stroked her thighs the dress being pushed higher the higher he touched,

He chuckled at the sound of her giggles, loving the reaction his touch was eliciting from her. His fingers continued to tease higher and higher, pushing the hem of her dress up along the way. His hand glided over her silky, smooth skin, his heart racing as he grew more and more excited. “How far am I allowed to go?” he asked in a whisper, his fingers inching closer and closer to her core.

"hum? I told you Luke you can touch anywhere you like too"

He smirked at her response, her words a reassurance that he could do whatever he wanted. His hand continued to wander higher, now moving from her thigh to her hip, tracing small, gentle circles along her side. He could feel her body arching into his touch, responding to his gentle caresses. “Even… here?” he asked as his hand slid further along her inner thigh, slowly moving closer and closer to her cunt.

"if you want to" she slightly gasped

He could hear the gasp that escaped her lips, and it only served to egg him on even more. His hand continued to glide along her skin, now almost touching her. His fingers were gentle and tentative, almost teasing as they moved closer to stroke softly on her mound, “I do…” he whispered in response, his voice low and hoarse, “Gods, I do…. Can I touch you there…?”

"you may Luke"

He felt a wave of excitement wash over him at her permission, his fingers now shaking slightly as they began to gently caress until he found her clit. He started slow at first, taking his time as he explored her body, his touch light and delicate as if he was scared of hurting her. As his fingers found their rhythm, he moved them in slow, circling motions, building up the pleasure in each small movement. “Gods, you’re…” he began to say, voice shaky, “You’re so….”

Y/n gasped and slightly tugged on his hair a little as he caressed her there "Luke! Not so fast sweetheart" she pleads nuzzling her head into his neck

Suddenly with her nuzzled into his neck he was taller, she was nuzzled into him, his arms around her, he suddenly felt far more in control, He groaned at the feeling of her hands tugging on his hair, the pleasurable pain making his body shiver as he continued to touch her. Her gasp and pleas for him to slow down only served to excite him even more, his fingers still working between her legs. He couldn’t help but smirk as he held her in his arms, one hand still working between her legs as the other held her tightly against his body. Her nuzzling into his neck only made his skin feel more sensitive, his body shivering at the feeling of her breath against his neck. “You like that, sweetheart?” he whispered in her ear, his voice a bit cocky as he realized the shift in power.

She nodded trying not to whine

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, trying to hold back her whines of pleasure. He continued between her legs, his fingers working a steady rhythm as he built up the sensations. His other hand held her tight against his body, his arms wrapped around her like a vice. “You look so good like this, darling…” he whispered in her ear, “All flushed and flustered… in my arms…”

she began to let out small moans between her gasps, her head on his chest just under his chin, her arms around his neck fingers in his hair,

He felt her gasps and moans, The sound of her pleasure only made him want her more, his fingers moving faster and more insistently. He gripped her body tighter, his arms wrapped around her in a possessive hold as he held her against him. “Mmm… that’s it darling…” he whispered, his voice thick with desire, “Let me hear you…”

she let out a small squeal but stopped herself halfway "please please... Luke if you don't stop ill-"

He chuckled as he heard the sound of her squeal, knowing that she was getting closer and closer to the edge that he was driving her towards. “What’s wrong, darling?” he whispered in her ear, “Are you going to cum for me?”

she nodded her cheeks red from humiliation,

The sight of her cheeks turning red from embarrassment only seemed to fuel his desire, and he continued his ministrations, his fingers moving even faster between her legs. “Then cum for me, darling…” he whispered huskily in her ear, “Let me feel you cum in my arms…”

she shook her head, "not... Not... From your hand" she begged between her squeals

He felt a smirk spread across his face as he realized what she wanted, his fingers stilling for a moment as he listened to her words. “Is that so, darling?” he whispered against her ear, “You’d rather cum from something else rather than my hand…?”

she nodded with a whine now he slowed

He chuckled and chuckled again, feeling her whine against his chest as he slowed, his fingers barely moving between her legs now. “You’ll have to be more specific, darling… I need you to tell me what you want…” he whispered in her ear, his voice thick with desire and a hint of wickedness.

she gasped and moaned his name as she shifted her hips to sit in his lap moving her hips on him to grind herself

He groaned as he felt her hips shift in his lap, her position now allowing her to grind herself against him. His hands gripped her hips tightly as he guided her movement, his body responding eagerly to the feeling of her on top of him. “Gods… darling… do you have any idea what you’re doing to me…” he whispered, his voice rough and strained. He couldn’t help but moan as she moved her hips, the feeling of her grinding herself against him sending sparks of pleasure through his entire body.

"please, please, please" she begged "you've tormented your future bride with your magical hands enough, your bride wants you to feel pleasure and feel her cum… from inside her" she whispered in his ear

His body shivered as she whispered in his ear, her words and breath sending a thrill through him that made him want her more than ever. He groaned as he felt her grinding against him, the pleasurable sensations too much to bear. “Gods, darling… you’re going to be the death of me….” he whispered in response, his voice shaky with desire, “Are you sure you’re ready…?”

she nodded and moved down the bed a little sitting on her knees, Luke couldn't even wait grabbing her by the hips and pushing up the thin dress to her waist, to grind against her in his new position, his hands gripping her ass a little too hard causing her to drip her wetness onto the bed

He couldn’t control himself any longer, his desire for her too strong, He gripped her hips tightly in his hands, his fingers digging into her flesh, she begged and whined already begged. He couldn’t take it anymore, the sound of her begging and whinging sending a fire through his body “Gods…. darling…. are you sure you’re ready?” he asked, his voice low and urgent, “Because I won’t be able to stop once I start…”

"I'm sure Luke"

He groaned as he heard her confirmation, his body trembling with anticipation “Gods…” he breathed, “I’ve been waiting so long for this…” His hands left her hips for a moment, moving to the hem of his pants and fumbling with the laces, desperate to remove the offending garment. His eyes never left hers, his gaze dark with desire as he quickly undressed himself. As soon as his pants were off, he reached for her, his arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her back towards him. His body pressed against hers, skin against skin, feeling the heat and softness of her body against his. He moaned as he felt her body against his, the sensation of her skin against his overwhelming his body with pleasure. His hands roamed over her backside, caressing and squeezing her flesh gently as he positioned her.

She gasped and slightly groaned at his squeezing,

He chuckled at her gasp and groan, loving the way she reacted to his touch. As his hand came down on her ass in a soft smack,

she let out a small squeal "Luke!"

he couldn't help but smirk at the sound of her squeal "What? Can't I enjoy the sight of my future bride's beautiful ass?" He continued to caress her backside for a moment longer, his hands still gripping and squeezing her flesh, enjoying the way her body responded to his touch. But he couldn't wait any longer, his body aching with desire and need.

she whined as his grip tightened again keeping her exposed which let even more drips fall onto the bed as she trembled with anticipation

He groaned at the sight of her dripping onto the bed, the view only making him harder, He groaned again as he saw the small pool of her nectar forming on the sheets part of him wanted to lick it up and drink her between her legs like a fine wine, “...Gods, darling… you have no idea how you drive me crazy…” he whispered, his voice thick with desire, “...I can’t wait any longer…”

"then don't my love"

He paused for a moment, his hands on her hips, as he took a moment to admire the sight of his future bride beneath him. Her body was trembling with anticipation, her eyes dark with desire, and he knew that this moment would forever be burned into his memory. He couldn’t resist her any longer, her words and her body driving him past the point of reason. He pulled her against him, his body pressed against hers as he positioned himself between her legs. he moved closing the gap and immediately he understood, he understood everything his stepfather and older brother had said about, he understood why men spent all their gold for girls to visit, why men would go to war over women. Because this feeling! This sensation! He would march himself and Arrax to war a hundred times just for this feeling.

She moaned and screamed his name. "Lucerys!"

He felt a rush of pleasure and desire as she moaned and screamed his name, her voice filling his mind and body with a fire that he had never felt before. She was the most beautiful, intoxicating creature he had ever laid eyes on, and he knew in that moment that he would die a happy man. He continued moving against her, his body in perfect harmony with hers, as if they were two pieces of a puzzle finally coming together.

she moaned and squealed in reaction to his every movement,

He continued to move against her, the sound of her moans and squeals fueling his own desire. The feel of her skin against his was electric, their bodies moving together in perfect sync as they both grew closer and closer to the edge. "Darling... you feel so... so good..." he whispered, his voice thick with pleasure and lust.

she suddenly squealed loudly her whole body trembling "Luke please i-"

He felt her body tremble as she squealed loudly, her words cut off by the pleasure that was overwhelming her. "Please what darling?" he whispered, not slowing his pace for a moment.

"I'm gonna... Please don't stop!" She squealed her fingers gripping the sheets desperately

He chuckled at her desperate pleas, his own body already on the edge of release. "Don't worry darling... I have no intention of stopping..." He continued to move against her, his pace increasing as he edged her closer and closer to the point of no return.

she moaned louder and louder until it hit her and she came, her body trembling, she tightened around him, squirting down the bed and him, her fingers almost rip the sheets and she screams in the most lustful tone he has ever heard and he only ever wanted to hear her do it again and again "Lucerys!"

He felt her body tighten around him as she came, her intense release bringing him to the edge of his own, and he couldn't hold back any longer. He slammed into her and came, his body shuddering and shaking as he released deep inside her, her name on his lips in a breathless gasp. "Y/n... gods... that was..."

"... Lucerys... Trust me... You keep up performances like that. You'll get to do that every night," she gasped as her body collapsed on the bed

He chuckled weakly as he collapsed on the bed next to her, his body still shaking from the intensity of their lovemaking. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her against him, their foreheads touching holding her close as they both caught their breath. He buried his face in her hair, breathing in her scent, his heart still racing. "Every night, huh? I like the sound of that..."

"... Fuck... I'm gonna be pregnant a lot when we're married aren't I?" She chuckled

He laughed weakly, his hand moving to rest on her stomach, stroking the soft skin gently. "Gods, I hope so..." he replied with a smirk, "I plan on getting you pregnant as often as possible darling. I want an entire army of dragon riders running around Dragonstone."

"a whole army?" She chuckled "Perhaps a whole branch for the family tree just for our little dragons"

He grinned at her remark, imagining a future where the halls of Dritmark were filled with the laughter and play of their children and grandchildren. "Maybe we should start our own dynasty if we're going to have that many little dragons running around," he teased.

"Perhaps we should" she giggled "Did you... you know? This time? I might have to take some moon tea for this one as we're not married yet. or... perhaps we could just insist on marrying soon and this could be our first?"

He chuckled at her suggestion, running his fingers through her hair gently. "I suppose you're right, we should wait until the wedding to start trying in earnest. But... then again..." He paused, a playful smile on his face. "Maybe we could just marry sooner rather than later, and this could be our first little dragon. What do you think, darling?"

"I'd like that Luke"

He smiled, his heart swelling with happiness at her response. "Then it's settled. We'll marry sooner rather than later, and our first little dragon can be a product of our love." He leaned in and gave her a soft kiss on the forehead, holding her close in his arms. “I- I really look forward to us getting married, to the life we’ll have together I- I really love you Y/n,”

“I love you too Lucerys,” she smiled before they shared a soft sweet kiss on the lips, 

[rhaenerystargaryen]

I love your Daemon works and I love some angst too. Would you be willing to write a continuation to "Can't scape me" where Daemon meets the girl from his past again and she's unmarried, but trained like Arya Stark and became wealthy and famous in Essos and Dorne because of her prowess and instead of being sad she's like "Wow, I dodged a bullet. Could've ended up as a sad little wife in King's Landing while my husband partied with prostitutes, but instead I'm independent and happy." I would love to see Daemon's reaction to that, especially if she refuses to fight for team Black or team Green because she knows it's suicide and just goes her merry way and watches house Targaryen implode while eating dates on her Essossi villa 😅. Feel free to ignore it if it's too specific I just love Daemon, but also love to kick him a bit too much 😅.

i escaped you (can't escape me pt. 2)

pairing: daemon targaryen x fem!reader

synopsis: daemon comes to you after the events of harrenhal, seeking help.

warnings: angst, cussing/adult language, mentions of sexual relations

wc: 1,018

a/n: gagged daemon fr

part 1 here

it had been a long time since you'd seen daemon targaryen. heard of though is a different story. rumors spread like wildfire so of course you'd heard about how his life seemed to be going to shit. first wife dead, second also dead, and third might soon join them if she didn't play her cards right. people like daemon seem to bring suffer wherever they go but you've come a long way from the orphaned girl of king's landing that once was his.

at seventeen you boarded a ship to essos and never looked back. after your failed marriage to daemon you refused to live that kind of life with anyone in king's landing. having no family to care where you went and did, no one seemed to notice your disappearance. thinking about what your life could have been used to pain you. now you realize that most of the girls who were once like you are miserable and resentful as they married lords who would rather frequent the whore house than warm their own bed.

essos had served you good the first couple of years. of course you had to work twice as hard to prove your worth as a woman but with the help of an older gentleman who had taken you in, the art of swordsmanship became your most outstanding feature. it all started when he caught you stealing.

you didn't realize that when you actually did land in essos you'd have to learn how to make a life for yourself. stealing seemed like the easiest option but you were grateful the blacksmith that caught you also didn't cut off your hand. yet after his passing, you realized there was nothing left to do but go and show off your talent.

travels were made through pentos, dorne, and braavos competing in local tourneys and building a name for yourself. you had earned yourself the name "the cruel dread" as you were merciless and often left your opponents begging for their life. it was safe to say that the life you had created was better than the one that could've been.

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it was a cloudly day in pentos. an odd occurrence from the constant rays of sunshine that frequented the skies. you sat on your balcony, eating dates, and reading the latest news of westeros. suddenly a knock came crashing down on your door, disrupting your peace.

you set your book down and approached the door. upon arrival you opened it only to be met with your most trusted knight, ser quincy.

"my lady," he spoke.

"what may be the problem, ser quincy?" your arms crossed and eyebrows raised exuded the fact that you were annoyed at his disruption.

"you have a vistor."

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as you walked down the steps of your villa, you recognized the familiar face waiting for you.

"my lady, i present to you king consort daemon tar-" you were quick to cut quincy off.

"i know who he is," you stood eyeing daemon then turned to your knights, "you may be excused," but daemon's did not budge, "you too," you urged them.

"i'll be alright, go on," he told his knights.

as they left the room, no words were spoken between the two of you. how dare daemon show up in your house after everything that had gone down since then?

"y/n-"

"what is it that you could possibly want?" you cut him off.

"y/n, i just want to say how sorry i am for how things went down last time i saw you. i never meant to hurt you," daemon moved closer to you.

"you are twenty years too late, daemon. i have moved on with my life as have you. there is no need to come all the way here and issue me a formal apology," your voice firm unlike his.

"if i could but request your time, i have something would like to discuss with you,"

you scoffed and looked away, "you are not welcome here, daemon. i know exactly what is it is you're going to ask me for and my answer is no," you started to walk away but he rushed to block your path.

"daemon-" his hands gripped your arms in an attempt to get you to look at him.

"why are you so quick to reject me? i have not forgotten the love we used to have for each other..." his voice was calmer, softer than before.

"keyword is 'used to' daemon," you sighed, "look, i don't know what you have roped yourself into this time but my answer remains," you looked into his eyes.

"is this because of rhaenyra?" he asked.

you knew that this was his attempt in trying to rile you up. scoffing you pushed his arms off you, "this has nothing to do with rhaenyra, daemon but this has everything to do with you."

"you've become quite the skilled warrior, y/n...why not put those efforts into some real exercise instead of bullshit tourneys!" he yelled.

"because daemon! when you left, those tourneys were all i had! to make a name for myself!" your chest heaved as his attempt to push you over the edge finally worked, "you have no idea what its like...to lose everything...to lose everyone. at least when you return back to dragonstone you'll have your wife and your children," you had tears in your waterline and daemon tried stepping closer to console you but you merely pushed him away.

"we could have had that, y/n..." he spoke quietly.

"but we didn't," you wiped your tears, "now you must leave before i call my knights. i don't want unnecessary bloodshed," you spoke.

daemon's face showed pure agony. did he really think things would be this easy? he might have been feeling disappointed but he made you this way. knowing he'll probably go back and tell everyone how the most skilled fighter in essos was just a "heartless cunt" angered you but if you were to show it then he'd be served right. the only thing you could do was sit back, and watch house targaryen burn.

[purplerocketlavalamp]

I had a random idea this evening... but here is my concept for a HOTD Eye Shadow pallet and a collection of Lipsticks

[sleepparalysisdemon112]

Crush

A/N thank you for all the love! I really appreciate all of you, especially with me being new to tumblr and publishing my stories as well.  pairing: fem reader X Aemond Targaryeon 

Summary: You have always had a crush on Aemond he just learned and wants to use this to his advantage 

Warnings: none, a kiss?

You had been anticipating the day you returned to kings landing since when you last left, counting down the days. Simply to see a boy that had probably changed even more over the course of 6 months, but that also amused you. 

You had always had a crush on Aemond, being fascinated by his intelligence and kindness as a child, and now a man he has only improved. Your fascination was entirely apparent, everyone in Westeros could tell you were so far deep in love with Aemond Targaryen that the chance of escape, was less than slim. 

You had tried to find a reason, an exact pinoint on why you felt magnetically attracted to him, but overall you supposed it was his entire being. His beautiful silver hair, his chizzled face, perfectly shaped lips, and the eye patch. Some would say it ruined his overall appearance but to you, he was a god on Earth, and you prayed to them every night that maybe the next visit would be the one where he finally noticed you. 

Although you belonged in a lower less-known house King Viserys had a long lasted friendship with your father, meaning you spent many months of your childhood in kinglanding, mostly playing with Helena and listening to her fascinating facts on bugs while watching Aemond from afar. Sometimes, you would get distracted from her stories and focus on him, if that were during training or when he would read the stories stored in the huge castle library. 

Every year when you came to visit, and the more he grew, the more you were wrapped around his finger, and he had no idea. Yes there was the once in a blue moon conversation, it was inevitable to happen over the years of youth spent together, but this visit you knew it would be different.

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It all began at the welcoming dinner, you had finally reached of age and showed it to, your body resembling a womans your untimely beauty and wonderful hair, your father had already been propositioned piles of marriage proposals. 

The dinner was as usual, you were sat next to Helena and Aegon, Aegon throwing you an occasional glance, but overall you mostly spoke to Helena and caught up on the newest events. 

Unaware, Alicent had already informed Aemond on how you looked at him, she told him what he was to busy to notice, your absolute infatuation with him, bringing him to a new fascination with you. 

Everytime you spoke to the whole table his eye followed you closely, and during the dinner you would occasionally catch his eye, turn red in the cheeks, and look away. He would smirk and continue his observations. 

Then it was under the tree in godswood, you were reading an epic from before your time, some of the translations were not completely accurate, but you tried your best to create the missing words yourself. The godswood was empty, for once, this was your favorite place to talk to Helena, and a good quiet area for absolute concentration. Usually. 

A relaxed Aemond made his way into the godswood, stopping in his tracks when he noticed your flushed face looking up at him before you shut the book and were beginning to rise, “Why are leaving my lady?” 

Your eyes raised from the ground wide and looking anywhere but him, a smile threatened to spread on your face from just a very sentence from his lips, “Uhm, sorry my- my prince I just assumed you would like to be left alone,”  You flattened out your skirts trying to straighten yourself and look as good as you could make yourself feel. 

Aemond smirked at you, “you assumed wrong, my lady, we can share the same tree, I do not bite, I swear it,” he smirked before walking over your eyes following him without looking him directly in the eyes, your whole body temperature had increased by atleast 10 degrees and part of you wanted to run away from everything, and another part wanted to bask in the moment and confess right then and there. 

When he sat under the tree positioning his book and himself comfortably he looked up at you, frozen.

“You may sit,” he smirked,

 “Oh yeah, right, sorry I forget myself,” 

he responded with a slight chuckle, that only made your stomach fill with more butterflies, you could probably grab the tension you felt. 

Once you were sat you opened your book and tried to pay attention to the words, but his occasional glances were making it almost impossible. 

“My lady your face is quite red, are you feeling ok?” he spoke lowly with false concern. 

When your head spun to meet his eyes before drifting away, “Oh yes my prince, thank you, these skirts are just warmer some days more than others,” what kind of answer what that? 

Aemond placed his hand on your forehead making all thoughts going through your head stop and only focus on his hand gliding down the side of your face before grazing your jawline and grabbing under your chin, “has anyone ever told you how gorgeous you are,” Over the years Aemond had grown to be a brave man, and knowing now that you were smitten with him, he planned on using this to his advantage, but he couldn’t deny your beauty or his fascination by you. 

“I uhm, thank you, thank you my prince,”  his decision was forward, very forward, he knew he shouldn’t but he couldn’t seem to find a reason in the moment not to. 

“Might I kiss you, my lady,” He asked with a smirk, stunned at the sudden request you couldn’t form an answer and simply shook your head yes,”

“Eyes on me love, and please use your words,” Your eyes finally met his “Yes, yes please,” he spread his hand over your jawline, thumb still on your chin before he brought the two of you closer your lips meeting.

You couldn’t put in words how just one kiss left you breathless, it didn’t last long, both of you inexperienced, but it was enough to fuel your love for him more than you saw possible. 

When his lips left yours, he grazed the side of your face once more before simply returning to his book, leaving you confused, and still questioning if this was real or simply another day dream of yours.