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Bad Moon Rising

Part 6: Conversations

Summary: The reader finds and rescues a hurt merman who tells her that his name is Jim. She helps him without a second thought, but his presence might attract the attention of other supernatural creatures she never knew existed. This will eventually be a foursome (Jim Mason x Michael Langdon x Duncan Shepard x Reader) mythology/supernatural au.

A/N: I had inspiration for this so I’m excited! It’s a bit shorter than the last one but less happens in this one than the last one, but there are some serious character development and moments here. I’ve been really excited for this chapter because it’s been in my mind since the beginning.

Warnings: Serious conversations about depression, mentions of death of both a mom and dad, dropping out of school, lots of emotions.

Word Count: 4.4 k

Tagging List: @langdonsinferno, @ccodyfern, @michael-langdon-appreciation, @lovelykhaleesiii, @michael-langdon-owns-my-soul, @moonagecordelia, @sojournmichael, @n30n-dreams, and @codyfernss

It had been a few weeks since the Shrek incident as she called it just to watch the way Duncan's shoulders and jaw tense. All of you had fallen into a comfortable routine. She'd get up early in the morning to get out on the water, Michael would have a breakfast made for her, and he'd send her on her way, she'd get back after Duncan left for his business for the day, Jim was usually up, and finding ways to entertain himself, she slept for a few more hours in Michael's arms, before getting back up to enjoy the rest of the day. Days were usually spent getting Jim caught up on human culture and life, sometimes Jim went out to explore the world. More times than not, he'd return from a local bar, usually Rory's, tipsy and affectionate, and usually asking for a joint. Michael would get up and cook everyone dinner, Duncan would get home while dinner was still cooking, and they ate together, although Michael just partook in the conversation. They would spend the night together, watching movies or playing games, just something to spend time with each other. Sometimes this activity was sex that left all four of the sore the next day, but plenty of marks to admire in the morning. Then the three went to bed and Michael busied his night with cleaning and keeping the house. Then the process would repeat.

Those two weeks Duncan had promised were coming to an end, and honestly, it was weighing on her mind. This was... comfortable. This was the most this house had felt like a home in a long time. She loved having all three of them here, and she was worried. She was worried that Duncan would pack up, and having the one that pushed for all of them to be together leave, the others would just fall apart. She wanted this peace and tranquility to last. She felt like she fit in finally, finally had a group of people that she could share her inner world with, and the thought of that falling apart terrified her.

She was trying not to let the anxiety eat away at her until she couldn't breathe, but it was hard. Then, she felt lips press to the back of her neck.

"What's going on, love?" He hummed against her skin, the sleep clear in his voice.

She sighed, mostly happily. It was just about impossible to get something by the three of them. One of them always noticed something. She lifted the hand that was clasped with her's and she kissed the back of it. "Just anxious for the sake of it, I guess."

"Stop it, then," she felt his smile spread across her skin and she chuckled.

"Thanks, I didn't think of that before."

"Honestly, love, just know there's nothing to worry about. You have Jim and me right here, and Michael's downstairs. We're here for you. We won't let anything happen to you." He was settling more against, but his words actually did a lot to sooth her worry. "It's clear how much we care, after all, you actually managed to get a werewolf and a vampire to share a bed. That's an impressive feat in of itself with how much we hate each other on principle. At least you don't have to pick between the two of us."

She hummed, feeling a bit better. It was easier to relax, and she felt just how fast Duncan had fallen asleep wrapped up in her. Sleep was coming for her quickly, but then something about what he said was sticking with her. It was bothering her a bit, but she couldn't pick out why. Then it hit her and the realization nearly made her jump out of bed immediately. Her eyes snapped open.

"Oh my god, my life seems like bad Twilight fanfiction." She thought to herself with mild horror.

Well, sleep wasn't going to be coming for awhile. With great precision and difficulty, she was able to extracted herself from the bed, but did stop to watch Jim and Duncan immediately filling in the space and grabbing onto each other in their sleep with a smile.

She crept downstairs and saw Michael taking a break from organizing the living room and watching something on tv. It shut off before she could actually see what it was, but she could have sworn it sounded like John Mulaney.

"Why are you up, Y/N?"

She couldn't decide if he sounded annoyed with you being up and intruding on his private time or concerned that she was up at this hour.

"I just... Duncan said something that just..."

He seemed to prickle up, "What did he say to you?"

"He just... It's not even that, I just realized that my life has turned into Twilight fanfiction."

There was a beat of silence, based on his face, she wasn't even sure that he knew what she meant.

"I wouldn't say that," he shrugged, "I think it's more a crossover between Twilight and A Shape of Water."

She blinked, trying to comprehend the highly sophisticated pop culture reference he just made. She wasn't even sure, until she saw the shit eating grin forming on his face that he was joking. Something she wasn't even sure he was capable of.

"Wha- You asshole!" She laughed, not expecting this from him, but to see him so relaxed and at ease made her happy. Maybe there was hope for their relationship to be built on something more than sex, sleeping together, and him keeping the house.

He laughed, "What? It's the truth! We can't just ignore Jimmy! That's not fair."

"I mean, you're right, but you shouldn't say it!" She shook her head, distraught at the mental image. He was just giggling. She couldn't even be mad though, it was wonderful just to see him this playful.

"Come on, cheer up," he said, softer this time, "Would you like a snack or anything to help get to sleep again?"

She looked up, still amazed that he fulfilled that roll of caretaker just so effortlessly. She was beginning to understand that this was how he showed his affection. He wasn't big on words or anything else, but his affection was to make sure your needs were met. A smile graced her face, "I could go for some warm milk and honey."

Michael smiled back, "You got it."

Following him into the kitchen, she hopped up on the island when he set about making her that midnight snack, and she thought about when the last time he fed. If she wasn't mistaken, she was pretty sure that it's been a few days for him.

"Do you want a snack?" She asked, which made him turn around, an eyebrow quirked.

"I do believe that you are one of the first people to ever offer yourself as a "snack," but," he paused briefly, thinking about it. It was odd having his needs met as well, "Yes. I wouldn't mind it, if you're offering."

She brushed her hair out of the way and bared her neck. "You know, while the milk is heating up."

There was a small smile on his face as he approached her, stepping up to her and she wrapped her legs around him. He hummed as his arms wrapped around her middle and pulled her close. It was such a softly intimate embrace. He lowered his head, and his fangs gently, yet quickly, punctured her neck, drinking in precise gulps. She grabbed the front of his shirt as she moaned and pulled him closer. His mouth worked harder against her skin.

Her head was beginning to spin like it did when she was nearly done with giving blood at the local drives when he let go. His tongue licked gentle laps at the wound, making sure that it wouldn't bleed too much on his account.

She moved to look at him and she hummed as if coming to some conclusion.

"What?" He asks, more amusement in his tone than you ever remember there being. You couldn't pinpoint if he was just finally opening up to you or he was more comfortable without Duncan in the room. It could have been both, honestly.

"I was just thinking about how clean you usually are when you feed, well, when you aren't doing it in the middle of boning someone. It just seems that the blood usually gets everywhere when vampires feed in the movies."

He laughed, a real laugh that sounded like it's own genre of music to you, as he moved back to the counter to finish her snack. "It's just wasteful and impolite to be spilling blood everywhere unless it's a kinky thing. Do you eat food by only getting 50% of it in your mouth?"

"Only when I'm stoned," She quipped back, and that made Michael laugh again.

"Well," he was turning around again with the drink in hand, "You can be quite the monster when you're stoned."

She giggled as she took the drink offered to her. His gaze was soft as he looked at her adoringly. She stopped drinking, a milk mustache hanging on the top of her lip. "What?"

He shook his head as he wiped off the little mark with his thumb. "Nothing, just admiring you in this soft fluorescent kitchen lighting."

Another giggle, but she was determined to keep this wonderful little moment going. "Yeah, these fluorescents really get you going?"

"I don't know, I wasn't the one getting mauled by Jim and Duncan after knowing them for only one night in here, you tell me."

She gasped, and he snorted. She just tried to focus on drinking her milk and honey as indignantly as possible.

"You know I'm kidding, I joined in like five seconds later."

"And you tried killing me that morning, so there's that."

He softened a bit and stroked her face gently. "I did, and I'm sorry for that. I truly am."

Her movements stopped as she met his gaze. This was the first time he actually acknowledged that and apologized for it. "I don't blame you, I mean, I am one hell of a snack."

He laughed, "That you are. You are by far the tastiest human I've ever had."

"You mean that?" She smiled.

"I actually do. Your taste is, unique. It's something I've never quite tasted before and it's entirely enrapturing," he said, leaning close with a pleased smile.

She kissed his lips gently, finding that she liked the copper taste on his lips more and more as time went on. There was a silent wish that there would be many other kisses like this for a long time. She felt herself slipping down that road of insecurity in her station with the men that had all come to mean so much to her.

Her arms wrapped around Michael and pulled him close, nuzzling her face into his neck. When his lack of body heat and heart beat stopped being on an instinctual level unsettling and started being a comfort, she didn't know.

He sensed that difference in her and his brows furrowed, but his arms were around her again. "What's wrong?" His voice softer than she's ever heard it. She pulled back to look at him, and she saw the sincerity in his eyes. She realized she trusted Michael with her life and her heart.

"I just," It felt like there was something physically stopping her from speaking a fear and an isolation as old as she could remember built up to keep her inside of herself. Her pain, her doubts, insecurities, everything that she always thought people didn't and shouldn't be burdened with hearing from her were kept it, and if she was being honest. It ate away at her. It ate away until she thought nothing was left, but it felt like no escape. "I-" The words died in her throat and tears were threatening to fall. It was so frustrating, for once in her life, she actually wanted to share things deep and personal, to connect, and her mouth wasn't letting her.

Michael's hands moved up to cup her cheek. "Take your time," he reassured her with a gentle voice. "I'll wait all night if you need it."

The tears spilt over with that. The tenderness he showed her was too much. She was never shown this patience, never felt like she could ask for it. She grabbed him again and buried her face in his shoulder, sobs wracking her frame.

His hands were rubbing soothing circles into her back and he rested his cheek against the top of her head, just trying to make sure she knew that she was safe in his arms, that she could talk to him. He hadn't felt this protective and willing to take care of someone like this in so long. It almost shocked him how quickly this girl got into his heart.

"I just- I'm scared," she finally choked out. Her shoulders were shaking still and Michael held her even closer.

"Why are you scared, little one?" His voice soft and gentle.

"All three of you mean so much to me, and I've lost just about everything," It was horrifying to say that out loud, to actually put that fear into words, but there were no words for the relief that flooded her body just to feel Michael holding her, just holding her together when she couldn't do it herself in his brief moment.

Now, it felt like the words were tumbling out of her mouth. "I never had a mom. She died when I was five, I don't really remember much about her. It had just been my dad and I for so long, and even then, we didn't have much. This house and the boat, that's really about it. That's all there was, but he worked so hard to give me everything I wanted." Her sobs had calmed now, she was just resting her head on Michael's shoulder, but he still held her close.

"We both worked so hard to get me into school, and I was proud and so happy to be there, but I just," it was hard, to even begin to put that into words. How could she? It was so nameless but all consuming. Michael pulled back only slightly to brush the hair out of her hot face.

She looked up at him, and all she was met with were concerned, but kind and understanding eyes. She felt like he might understand it. "It was like just a blanket shrouded me. Like a fog. It sucked all the color, form, and sense from everything. It turned everything hostile and unfamiliar, and even though I knew it wasn't. It still felt that way. It just kept getting worse and worse, until I," there was still so much guilt and shame wrapped around this, and fresh tears fell, but Michael only wiped them away.

"Until I failed out." There was this huge weight that felt eased, like she didn't have to live with this knowledge anymore. "I only had a semester left, and I couldn't even keep it together for four more months."

"You kept yourself going for so long, Y/N. That is impressive, but people can only go on so long before they falter, but that's not a bad thing. We all fall, we all have low points. I've had some pretty impressively low points," There was a hint of a smile at the last part, that she couldn't help but return.

His words were comfort, to hear a being so stoic and perfect like Michael faltered in his own way. That she wasn't alone.

"Have you-" He seemed to think over his words before continuing, "I don't mean to overstep any boundaries here, but have you gotten help? For this?"

It wasn't overstepping, and somehow she felt this was one of the most meaningful things anyone has ever asked her. He was trying to get her needs truly and welly met.

"It's just not in budget. There's no way I could afford to go to one, I've got my dad's debts, the medical bills, the house payment, student loans, I just can't." He looked truly concerned about that, and disturbed that such things were keeping her from getting better.

"I tried, though," she spoke, trying to make him feel better about the situation. "With the therapist at my school, but I-I never really could open up to him. I felt like I had to prove to him that it was working, that he was doing his job, when really it wasn't. I was too afraid to let him down, to let him in and see what was really the matter."

Michael then understood the importance of what she was doing. How intimate this exchange was. He never knew his heart could swell and ache all at once. She had trusted him with things that she had never opened up to before.

"And see, that's the problem. I just can't open up to people. I was about call my dad to tell him I failed and everything that was bogging me down, but then he called me to tell me he was sick." She nodded, and he could hear the pain in her voice, "I went back home under the guise of helping him, not that I didn't have anywhere else to go. He told me he was proud of me graduating on his deathbed." Tears were falling from her eyes, and Michael was fighting back his own. "He was dying and I just... Didn't have the heart to tell him the truth. I don't know if it's better or worse that he didn't know, but it doesn't matter. He's gone."

Michael's mouth was dry and he didn't have the words. He didn't have anything to make the situation better or to heal her broken heart.

"So, I stayed here, doing the only thing I knew how to do. I guess it was familiar, I guess maybe it was to be closer to my dad. Maybe it's the fear of where to go next. I was so utterly alone. Sure, I had Lilyrose and Rory, but it's weird. They've known me for so long, they see the girl I was, but I feel like they don't see the girl I am now. I just feel like the person they knew is dead and I'm just an outsider using this body. Like some short of alien. Trapped in a town and body that seemed familiar, but everything was just off."

There wasn't even a chance for Michael to come up with anything before she was continuing. "And then come you three," she laughed through the tears, "Then come you three, and I feel like I can actually connect with someone. I feel the loneliness in my soul melting and I feel like things might actually be alright, I feel like I can laugh again, I feel like it's okay to feel the things that I do but," A sob that hurt more than the rest, "But Duncan said two weeks and that's tomorrow and I don't know what to do. I don't know what I'll do without Duncan, and I'm worried if Duncan leaves, what you and Jim will do, and I'm just scared, Michael. I'm scared all of you will leave me and I'll be back to what I was before and I don't think I can do that."

She was sobbing again and Michael held her, tighter than he had ever before. It was the kind of embrace you could feel after someone let you go. He buried his face in her hair and didn't let her feel any space between them.

"Oh, Little Dove," he whispered to her, the nickname was new, but it felt right, "I can't speak for Duncan or even Jim, but I'm not leaving."

He pulled away only to look her in the eyes, "Do you hear me? I will never leave your side until you tell me to. Do you understand?"

She was trembling, but she nodded, and Michael stroked her cheek, pushing the tears away. "Don't you ever think that Duncan dictates what I do with my life," he smiled, knowing it would make her laugh, and she did.

"No need to be a dick, Michael," Duncan's voice finally sounded, make the two in the kitchen jump out of their skins. They turned to the stairwell, and they saw both Duncan and Jim standing there.

"Oh god," she sounded mortified, "How much of that did you just hear?"

They both looked slightly uncomfortable. "About all of it," Duncan finally answered. Well, at least there didn't need to have any rehash conversations with those two.

Duncan took some cautious steps towards her and Michael moved out of the way, if only for her benefit.

"Y/N, I know I said two weeks for the job, but if it makes you feel better, I am going to have to stay here longer to get it done... If that's alright," he trailed off but she was wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling him, more relief flowing through her veins. She was pulling him into a kiss and he smiled against her lips.

"And I want you to know that even after I get this job done, I'm not going away, it's not the end of us, okay? You can't get rid of me that easily."

She looked over the moon, but Michael was watching Duncan, a mixture of hard scrutiny, disbelief, anger, and pain in his eyes. He was never like that with him, and Michael couldn't tell if he was being sincere or putting on an act. Duncan was good at those. Michael desperately wanted to believe that Duncan was being honest and truthful, for her sake, and based on the way Jim was looking at Duncan too, for his sake was well, but he knew Duncan intimately. He knew how well that wolf wore sheep's wool.

"I'm not leaving either," Jim hummed as those two hugged. "I can't just abandon the person that saved me. Twice. I'll be here with you. I swear."

She sighed and pulled Jim closer, but she made eye contact with Michael and he smiled, just focusing on the heartfelt scene in front of him.

"Well, how about some snacks for all of us?" Michael asked, really meaning those three, "I think we could all deal with a break in the tension."

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They were all piled on the couch, there were dishes on the coffee table and the only light in the room was coming from the T.V. She was passed out on Michael, her head resting on his shoulder and he kept her body closely cradled to his. Jim was sleeping on Duncan soundly. Only Michael and Duncan were awake. Netflix was just on the passive screen as they sat in silence.

Michael thought they were long past the need to speak to each other ever again, but life was just proving to get in the way of his feelings and wishes.

"So," Duncan started in a hushed tone.

"You are not just going to pay off her debts."

Duncan was impressed and annoyed that Michael still knew him all these years later. "I want to help her, Michael."

"And you still can. It's admirable, but you can't just pay those without asking her first."

"It's not that big of a deal! It's,"

"Chump change to you. I know. But here's the distinction. You can't just take control of someone's finances like that. She's going to feel indebted to you and she is going to feel like she owes you for that. Also, it's not your money, not yet, it's your family's, and how is mommy dearest going to feel about you dishing out the amount of money that she's going to need. To a human."

Duncan's jaw tensed so harshly it was rather amazing that his teeth didn't crack. Michael wasn't wrong, but he just hated when he was right. It was more than a little annoying.

Michael wasn't satisfied though, there was still a burning and nagging question on his mind, and now seemed like as good of a time as any to ask this. "Duncan, what are you doing here."

Duncan looked at him for a moment before flashing him a grin. "I'm here to spend time wi-"

Michael cut him off with a harsh look, "You know what I mean."

Duncan studied his face before cursing. There was no way that Michael was just going to let this go. He had to give him something. "Fuck, Michael. It's just something stupid that my mom wants me to find. She's hellbent on it an-"

"The godling?" He asked, not having time to deal with Duncan's nondescript answers.

There was something almost like a slap to the face with how Duncan looked at Michael. "Yes, but it's a fucking pipe dream. Godlings haven't been born in millennia."

"Yeah, that's what Rory said, yet your mother is still hellbent on you finding them."

"She just wants definitive proof, one way or another."

"And what will you do," Michael started to ask before a "Jesus Christ, Michael," interrupted him but he repeated.

"And what will you do if there is one?"

"I'd imagine my mother would want to be allies with such a powerful creature."

"Through whatever means necessary?"

"What the hell do you care?"

"Because these are dangerous things to be messing with, Duncan."

He cracked a smile, "Are you admitting that you care about me?"

Michael's face was deadly serious. "I'm admitting that I am worried for Jim and Y/N. Jim can take of himself better, but Y/N is a human, and I shutter to think what people would do to her to get to you."

With a roll of his eyes, Duncan snorted. "Michael, you are being para-"

"Duncan, if those two come to any harm because of you and your actions. I will kill you. Do I make myself clear?"

There was a smile on his face, but his face fell seeing how serious he was. "Mich-"

"Do," his voice raised just a bit, enough that made the sleeping two stir but they settled down again. "Do I make myself clear, Duncan?"

Duncan's jaw set again in a tense line, but he nodded. "Yes you do."

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lovelykhaleesiii · 1 year ago

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Heyo love, can i request a smut where Mean Aemond fucks his innocent wife on the garden, please? ily ❤️

heya lovely, this idea...this holds a special place in my heart (just like you) 💓 hope you enjoy this x

A Flower to Ruin...

PAIRING: Cruel!Aemond Targaryen x fem!Tyrell!Innocent!Reader

WORDS: 2,516.

WARNINGS: mean/cruel!Aemond, degradation kink, female f*ngering, p in v sexual intercourse, swearing, NSFW. MINORS DNI.

A/N - I keep getting carried away, this was meant to be a small blurb, no plot & yet… here I am rambling away.

Having married the notorious one-eyed Prince, was a reality you did not dream possible. Although your House [Tyrell] was a meek one, it could and would gratefully offer endless wealth, a highly valued asset to the Crown, undoubtedly. Your betrothal nonetheless, was planned, a guaranteed means that further heightened the riches now shared with the newly appointed King, Aegon the Second, for the betterment of the realm.

And as romanticised as you'd dreamt of your surreal betrothal to the Prince Regent: such idyllic thoughts and daydreams that contaminated your mind, were vanquished with reality. For your husband, was a cruel man indeed...

Aemond Targaryen, was very much an unnerving man. Of all the rumours and whispers that would occasionally reach your innocent ears, of the infamous Kinslayer, you were keen to ignore such hearsay, remaining blissfully optimistic about your fiancé. However, much to your dismay, your initial impression of Aemond was one that stirred an internal debate inside: was it terror or lust that made you feel so uneasy around him?

The lingering yet blatant wound of his absent eye, although hidden beneath the feeble leather of an eyepatch, the red trail of a healed scar remained... And was somewhat chilling. Being frank to yourself, it did not falter your attraction towards him, however. He had a handsomely, chiselled face, the ethereal Targaryen features were most exemplified on him. Even from a distance, you could tell that his height would tower over you, his mass lean and toned. Just by his sheer demeanour, one could easily decipher that he was a warrior trained.

And when he spoke, he was stoic and monotonous, it seemed he was not impressed nor was he disappointed. The man was an enigma, impossible to decipher his raw emotions and pure intent. Was he pleased with you? Was he satisfied with this arrangement? Would he ultimately love you?

Overtime, in the following months proceeding the lavish, royal wedding, it remained impossible to say. Aemond, much to your relief, took pride in performing his husbandly duties. However, you'd grown familiar with his approach towards you, it was one filled with almost a sweet bitterness, gaining amusement in intimidating and humiliating you, and yet to some level he remained cautious with you, as though not to completely frighten you off. He kept you lingering for more, like bait on a hook.

It drove you mad, yet you'd never forged the courage to confront him, for fear that you would displease him enough to leave, wounding his ego. In truth, he was not a violent nor terrible husband either, he was committed. You had no plausible reason to complain. And yet, he treated you as though you were an inanimate object, his property, hurrying to his beckon call always, like some lamb to its shepherd.

Even in his absence, you had missed him. Only gone for a few days, for a hunting round with the young lords and knights of the realm, you'd disappointingly concluded that your feelings were one-sided. He did not miss you, how could he miss you? Aemond showed no sentimental attachment towards you, except that you were bound his loyal wife, before the laws of men and Gods... Or so you had convinced yourself.

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"So I thought I'd find you here, my rose-" The sudden, abruptness of his deep voice had caught you off guard. Startling you, as you hastily cast your attention towards him from the open book resting in your lap. Slowly, he'd strolled towards you, hands firmly placed behind his back, as he found you nestled beneath a hidden canopy, sprawled on a silk, picnic duvet, across a freshly, cut grass-patch, beneath the cool shade offered by the blossom tree above.

"F-Forgive me, husband. I did not realise you had returned... Had I known I-" You stutter, as you attempt to gather yourself to stand.

Aemond stops you, surprisingly insisting you remain where you are, as he himself cowers down instead, laying himself beside you.

A few seconds of sheer silence are exchanged, as Aemond's attention shuffles from the stems of grass he distractedly picks at, to the neat, floral bushes onwards. You observe him longingly, a warmth fills your heart from his much anticipated presence, secretly embracing his return, as a thoughtless, faint smile appears on your face.

"H-How was the hunt, my Prince?" You utter, in a meek attempt to initiate some kind of conversation. Aemond looks onto you sternly, still his face remains stoic, although somewhat irritated, as he huffs in annoyance.

"Abysmal...Most of the bastards drunk, only myself, Criston and a few of the Kingsguard actually went out for the hunt. Waste of time when I could have been-" Aemond pauses, his words stopping in his tracks, as his gaze returns to fall upon you. His only surviving eye, lingers over your body, before resting upon your face once more. You could've sworn you saw a slight upturn curve of a smile, although one filled with that familiar glint of arrogance.

"When I could have been fucking my needy, whore of a wife."

The harshness yet deviousness of his words had caught you by surprise, feeling your cheeks turn scarlet, as you flustered and adjusted in your seated position. You felt a dull, aching pang between your inner thighs, a familiar feeling that you'd grown weakly accustomed to.

Gods, what was only a few short days, felt like long, agonising weeks since your husband had filled you. You were indeed, needy for him, for the sex had always been a pleasurable event, something you'd often looked forward to for many nights to come since your consummation. Although, this being the first since you'd both been spared some time and distance apart, you'd grown even more susceptible for his cock. Desperately craving for him during the dark, lonesome hours in the night, you'd attempt to sate yourself in his stead, however failed miserably...

It was not the same.

Remaining speechless, you’d often found yourself at a loss of words, or stuttering ambiguous sounds as Aemond tended to you. His rough hand slowly reaches up, caressing your clothed thigh, before hiking up the dress where his hand disappears beneath the garment. The flesh of his palm meets the sensitive spot of your inner thigh as he begins to trace soft circles.

“Gods, how I’ve missed you. Surrounded by all those impotent cocks, envisioning you begging for me, was the only thing keeping me sane.”

Your eyes begin to flutter before shutting, the tenderness of his words in conjunction to the lightness of his fingers, sent shivers down your spine. Sensing his hand etching closer towards your entrance, tugging at the undergarment, as the tips of his fingers graze over your moist folds.

"Although, it seems you might have been suffering as well..." His tone was low, yet amused. The smirk now prominent on his chiselled face, however was fleeting, as he returned to yet another stiff expression.

"Part your legs," He firmly uttered. From the early months of the marriage you'd learnt not to disobey, for your husband was a firm believer in justified punishment.

Doing as told, like any meek, obedient wife, you'd obeyed, spreading your legs, distant enough for his arm to snake over your thigh closest to him, where his hand remained over your cunt. Laying his weight over you, as he remained turned facing you, laid by your side, and you still propped up. The novel that you'd deeply immersed yourself in a few, mere minutes ago, now strewed across the grass, its existence no longer of significance.

"Hmm-Needy, little thing aren't you? My deprived whore-"

As he spoke, the tips of his fingers began to plunge in further into your folds, slowly encircling inside.

"Tell me, my sweet, pathetic, little wife, how desperate have you been for me? For my cock, hmm?"

"A-Aemond-" You thoughtlessly stutter, your pelvis motioning forwards, urging for more of his touch.

"Can't even think for herself, look at you. You were wet before I even began... Tell me, whore, have you touched yourself in my absence?"

His fingers delved deeper, now two, long digits inserted, pumping in and out in slow, sensual motions. His fingers massaging your walls within, as your wetness began to pool.

"N-No-" You lie, fearful that Aemond would think less of you, that you were incapable of living freely and dignified without him, even if it was for a few, short days. Aemond relished in how you'd hopelessly yearn for him, dependent on him, a loyal wife vulnerable for her dutiful husband. He loved to remind you repeatedly, growing hard thinking that only he could make you feel this way.

"Lies-" He venomously spat, urging his fingers to plunge in deeper, with a greater verocity and speed than before, causing you to jerk involuntarily, earning a loud, thoughtless moan.

"Quiet, you whore- Should someone hear us, you will be left cockless and deprived. Now tell me the truth-"

Even in the short span of time Aemond had grown acquainted with you, he knew you unlike anyone else in the realm. To some deeper, more meaningful degree, you had appreciated how intimately he had grown to know you, and often, he would use it to his advantage. Reading you like some feckless book in the citadel's library.

"Y-Yes, husband," You quietly stutter, your arms stretched back supporting you, as your legs remained widely apart. Gods, was it destined that you'd found the perfect, hidden spot to read in the gardens this fine day...

"Mhmm- Just as I'd thought. Now tell me... How badly do you want me to fuck you senseless?" Just as the last word had escaped his lips, his fingers shoved in deeper, the knuckles of his hand now grazing the entrance of your drooling cunt.

"So-So very much-" You hiccuped, your breath hitching in your throat audibly, as you attempt to steady your breathing, your chest heaving, accentuating your plump breasts and slight cleavage. Aemond's eye [whenever you granted yourself the chance] you had noticed it flicker from your face to your blatant show of breasts: undoubtedly, most infatuated by them.

"You are going to need to convince me harder than that, that was pathetic, even for you- Beg for me, my insolent wife."

"Hmm-" You'd hopelessly moan, your walls throbbing against your husbands steady, yet swift motions.

"Please, Aemond- I-I need you. It-It's been so very hard, these past few days. Y-You’d been gone for s-so long-" His pacing eases, as he insists on you to speak coherently, eager to hear what you have to say.

"F-Fuck- I need you inside of me. I could not do what you can, I-I cannot satisfy myself, as y-you do so-so very well.”

As your head was lunged backwards, looking upwards towards the rustling leaves, flowers and sky above, you casted your attention once more downwards, gazing upon Aemond, whom remained cockily smiling up at you. Ever so pleased with your honest response, it seemed.

"Hmm."

Shoving his fingers in deeper, his pace now had hasten: shifting in your seat, as your hips instinctively bucked forward. You could feel his fingers just grazing over your tight, sweet spot, with each pump, earning more mindless moans and pleas for his name [or more so indirectly, for his cock].

Without a second to waste, Aemond pulled his hand from your drenched cunt, causing you to moan from the sudden release of the tension. His fingers glazed in your wetness, sparing a moment to take in your scent lingering from his fingers, before seating himself up on his knees, between your thighs. Hiking your dress up, as he eagerly pulled your private garments down, he'd adjusted his position swiftly, undoing his trousers in a haste simultaneously.

Cowering down over you, as he softly laid your back down against the linen and grass, his 'clean' hand reached over towards your face, his thumb gently stroking the side of your flustered cheek. He'd often spare a sacred moment, closely watching you from above, during sex, as you both immerse yourself in each other's attention, taking in all the fine details up close and personal.

"No need to say more, my wife-" Feeling his hardened cock, grazing your glazed entrance, that same potent, aching sensation stirring once more.

"You need not suffer any longer, and neither must I. I have taunted you and myself enough."

In a swift yet vigorous motion, Aemond thrust his long, pulsating cock deep inside, burying it cosily within. Your tight walls had immediately clenched onto him, like a key latched to a lock. You were made just for him, it was undeniable and he knew it.

"Fuck-" He'd breathlessly growled, as you unsteadily pant against his sturdy pace. His backward and forward motions felt unruly, as he heavily laid on top of you, your knees brought up, instinctively wrapping around his lean waist.

"Feels so tight around me, look at how much you crave for me, whore. No matter how often I pry you open, how much I fuck or fill you up. You are always desperate for more-" One hand rests on the ground for standing support, just beside where your head rests.

"Selfish, little whore. Your body still aches for me, and it naturally shows. You cannot hide it from me-"

You could muster no logical words nor any comprehensible thoughts, incoherent and ignorant to any lingering, perverted eyes. You had missed your husband dearly. Each breathless word that spilled from his filthy mouth in this very precise moment, was the honest truth, there was no point to deny or retaliate against him.

"I-I do not intend to, ever," You breathlessly whimper, gripping Aemond's cloaked, muscular shoulders, feeling your nails dig into his dense clothes.

Earning a menacing, short chuckle from Aemond, his raw thrusts grew faster and regular, his breathing heavier and louder. You could feel yourself edging closer and closer until reaching the final, much anticipated peak. Unconsciously lunging yourself closer, burying your face into Aemond's chest, as you continued to grip onto him tightly for support. Feeling his weight, in return falling into you, pinning you down, as his cum shoots itself inside, coating your walls as he satisfyingly fills you up with his seed.

As you both hastily cleaned and redressed yourselves up as best as you could, you'd noticed the grass patches where your weight and hand prints had rested, left a noticeable imprint on the ground, triggering a faint, heartfelt smile from you.

Aemond helping you up form the ground, as you folded the soiled duvet and book, he'd begun to carefully pluck out each of the small, dry leaves and petals that had somehow mingled in your unkept hair. A faint, sincere smile beaming across his face as he longingly gaped down above you, fixing the misplaced strands of hair.

Although, he had often taken pleasure in hurling cruel words towards you, his love was genuine and unrelenting. He was a loyal and dutiful husband, and it was plenty more than what many of the lords of the realm would offer their wives.

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lovelykhaleesiii · 10 months ago

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Aemond Targaryen | MASTERLIST #1

HEADCANONS:

His & Yours. [fanon!Aemond, fluff | smut]

A Figure in the Shadows... [vampire!Aemond, angst | smut]

ONE-SHOTS:

Betrothed [angst | smut | fluff]

Have You Missed Me? [smut]

Remedy [fluff]

Lead By Example [Modern AU | Dad!Aemond | angst | fluff]

Never Again [Dad!Aemond | angst | fluff]

Always Meant to Be. [angst | fluff]

Divine Beauty [Dad!Aemond | angst | fluff]

Serve Me. [Dark!Aemond | angst | smut]

Comfort This Agony [fanon!Aemond | fluff]

A Flower to Ruin... [cruel!Aemond | angst | smut]

Dearest, Ruthless Husband [Prince!Regent!Aemond | angst | smut]

The Spoils of Lies [angst]

Twisted, Beautiful Minds. [Dark!Aemond | angst | smut]

Comfort Zone [Modern AU | boyfriend!Aemond | angst | smut]

Sacrifices with Intimacy [angst | fluff | smut]

SERIES:

Work For It [fanon!Aemond, angst | fluff | smut] - Chapters 1 | 2 love

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lovelykhaleesiii · 1 year ago

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Merhaba!

If you feel uncomfortable, you can delete this request!

Warning: non-con, toxic behavior, baby trapping?

Request here! for a modern dark!aegon, where the reader has been his friend for a long time and aegon has a horrible dependency on her, as well as an obsession and mostly never lets anyone near her, since he sees her as his, anyway, the reader one day tells him she is accepted for a scholarship in another country but he gets mad because she is going to leave him so he forces her to have sex with him and also hopes to get her pregnant so she will never leave him.

you’re so cute nonnie!!!!! this is totally fine, I don’t normally write for non-con, but I’ll let this slide cause it’s kinda hot 🥵 I’m combining it with this ask, and leaning more towards a dub-con, manipulation tactic of dark!Aegon!!! hope you enjoy xx

quote in the link above is - "gentle, slow manipulation - "just a kiss" to "I'll only grind against you" to "only the tip, promise" to "just a little more" to "I won't cum inside" until you're a cum-filled wreck underneath them."

Dilemmas & Dreams.

PAIRING: Dark!Modern!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Reader

WORDS: 4,179.

WARNINGS: swearing, angst, co-dependency, somnophilia, dub-con, slight mentions of non-con, mentions of pregnancy, time jumps.

A/N - so this took me forever cause it was a hard concept to plot. tried to make it more dub-con/non-con but still slightly consensual, just because I do not condone using violence for sex. but dark!Aeg is just my intrusive thots. I also did not include my taglists, just cause I did not want to trigger or force anyone to feel the need to read this, if it isn't your thing <3 no pressure. this is for a specific audience.

It was an universal understanding that relationships could get complicated from time to time, to say at the very least... This did not cease with your unique relationship with Aegon.

With every fibre in your heart, you love him dearly, and that [if you were being honest], would never change. He generally was not the ideal type of man you'd pursue [as you had initially assumed] nor did you think it was even a realistic possibility to fall for his type. Likewise, you did no think of yourself as his particular type, although Aegon was less picky than you when it came to finding a mate. Yet he had this almost omnipotent-like power over you. Luring you farther and deep enough, he kept you eagerly lingering for more: for more of his touch, his scent, his love and affections. An urge you attempted countless of times to keep silenced and at bay, and yet you felt the constant, probing need to keep the man sated.

With many of your short, previous relationships, you'd never granted a man the opportunity to bear such a profound effect on you, nor did any of them truly possess the charisma Aegon had naturally wielded. It was all very consuming and perplexing, yet a part of you quite enjoyed the crisp attention Aegon showered you with in return for your loyalty and commitment to him. Your long-time warfare of constantly seeking approval and praise did not help the situation either, only exploiting your vulnerability more, as you vowed to refuse disappointing the man at all costs.

And from what you had learnt and could decipher about Aegon's history, he had never grown this infatuated with another before, let alone actually granted himself the opportunity to have a significant other. His previous flings had been fleeting and meaningless, only to glutton himself off of sex, inflating his subtle ego. However, you, you had caught him off-guard. A fellow colleague and long-time friend of Aemond's, you had met mutually. You knew of each other, though had never truly met, for Aemond was desperate to keep some distance between yourself and his elder brother. He had mentioned many things about Aegon, not all good, yet you knew better than to judge or presume. In theory, you were both quite the opposites, yet something about you, your innocence, warm demeanour drew him to you, like a moth to a flame. From the many family quarrels Aemond had disclosed to you, it seemed Aegon was problematic with some sort of self-conflict from within. He struggled with certain tendencies such as drinking, partying, avoiding responsibilities, yet nonetheless, he was still pretty decent and respectful towards you. Helplessly though, you felt an immense pity for him, even if Aemond argued against it, perhaps it was your nativity: regardless, the more Aegon latched himself closer towards you, the better he became. More present at home, the less he drank and spent his days hungover and pissed, the less hostile he was towards his family.

Although, he remained a pest towards his younger brothers, Aemond and Daeron, occasionally taunting them. Not to mention, he did go against Aemond's urges to leave you alone.

"Aeg, Y/N's off limits. I have never asked of anything from you, nor have I ever really expected anything from you, if I'm being honest. But, I digress, she is off limits. Understood?"

"Why, have you finally grown the balls to actually ask her out? Or you scared she'll actually say yes to the likes of me?"

"OFF LIMITS Aeg! I fucking mean it!"

"No, no- How about I date Y/N instead, and in return I leave you alone? See now that sounds like an even better deal to me, brother."

Not to mention, you were undeniably a sight for sore eyes, beautiful nonetheless, he was determined to have you. The thought that someone else could pluck you from him at any given second, not excluding his younger brother, began to stir something rageful inside of him. The more time he spent around you, the more possessive he could feel himself becoming. A side he did not fathom existed in him, yet you had so ignorantly ignited. Although, he relished in it. Eventually, and much to Aemond's reluctance he inserted himself into your conversations, making his presence known whenever you were around, or forcing his younger brother to exploit your whereabouts with threats only each brother knew about one another. Regardless, his tactics worked and eventually, you became his. His.

Since then all had been bliss, yet, now, you were struck with a dilemma...

****

"What do you mean you could be moving, Y/N? Is this a few weeks kinda thing or you're gone... For good?" Aegon raised, his voice growing audibly louder with such a ferocity, you'd never heard the likes of it before.

"W-Well it's a scholarship, Aeg. One that I honestly never even thought possible to get, I-I just applied off a whim. B-But now that they're offering it, maybe, just maybe, I was hoping you could support me."

The words fell shaky from your quivering lips; Aegon's face was struck with a blatant concoction of confusion, hurt and fury, like a wounded predator that had unforeseen a counter attack.

"Just answer me this, Y/N, how long exactly will you be gone for? How long are you planning to leave me?"

He took a great stride towards you, his hands reaching over, tightly gripping your forearms by the sides, as if in fear you might run at any minute. His voice although stern and unnerving, his lilac eyes glistened tearily.

"It-It's a funded Masters course, Aeg, just for two years I'll be studying abroad. B-But I'll plan to come back to see you whenever I can. Every holiday, every semester's break, you bet I'm coming back to you. A-And you could even come and see me, baby. You know, I-I would never leave you like that, Aeg, you know this, p-please-"

An eerie silence was all that you were met with, as Aegon's grip on you had loosened slowly. His face remained stoic, yet his teary eyes flickered, before he began to dauntingly nod his head, walking away from you towards the closed window of your apartment. You could hear sniffles, before he released a long, exhausted sigh as he looked onwards to the scenery outside.

"So this is how you disregard me, huh, Y/N? Is this how you see me, see us? Just something you can toss to the fucking side, once you find something a little more interesting to chase after?"

His harsh words stung like the venom of a viper. Now turned back towards you, his hardened gaze was chilling, almost even threatening. You felt somewhat fearful of Aegon at this very exact moment, although he would never hurt you, that you were certain of. He was often stubborn and hot-tempered though knew to control himself swiftly. Reassured by this, you simultaneously also felt the desperate urge to coddle and soothe his fears, vouching that you could nor would ever dispose of him like some piece of garbage.

"A-Aeg, never! That's not me, please! You are overthinking this, Aegon, you'-re-you're not thinking straight, my love. I-I know this can be overwhelming but t-try to understand me. Please-"

Taking a small step towards him, you came to a sudden halt, as he took a step back maintaining the distance between. His hand lifting mid way as if to signal you to stop, swatting you away.

"So now my feelings aren't valid? Fuck, Y/N... You really are starting to sound like a real, spoilt little bitch now. Just like the rest of them fucking sluts!"

Seating himself promptly down onto the bed, he ran his fingers through his platinum blonde hair, his head facing towards the ground, as another defeated sigh escaped his lips once more. It was only when he resumed his sole attention back unto your frozen frame, did he stupidly realise that now he had really crossed the line.

"Get out," Your voice although quiet just above a whisper, was crisp.

"Y/N-Baby-I-I didn't mean that-"

"Out, Aegon!"

A tightness in your chest began to intensify, a hand falling over your left, clothed breast, as your breathing began to hasten into loud, hitched sobs. Your eyes darted mindlessly around the room, feeling as though the walls began to close in, a sense of claustrophobia that you'd never feared nor experienced before brewing. Your cheeks turning scarlet by the seconds, as your eyes began to fill with hot tears, streaking down your tender face. Cowering down your other free hand, was poorly attempting to grab at anything solid enough to keep you upright, although Aegon bounding over towards you, reached over, lending you a spare chair, guiding your shaking body over to sit, as he cowered down in front of you.

"Y/N, Y/N, my angel, baby please- I-I didn't mean that, I-I could never mean that. I'm just so-just so upset that you-you didn't tell me about this. You-You always tell me everything. What would I do without you, huh, my sweet girl?-"

Brushing a strand of your hair aside, his other free hand cupping your hot, blushed cheek, his thumb stroking away a freshly fallen tear.

"H-How could I live without you for two years, if I can't even bear an evening without you?"

And yet no response other than earning heart-aching sobs from your behalf. Seeing you in such a distraught, unconsolable state only in turn tormented Aegon, as the tears that he had once so proudly held back, now began to streak across his soft, handsome face.

"B-Baby, please. Please, say something. I-I'm so sorry, don't-don't hate me. I couldn't bear it-"

"Ugh- Just fuck off, Aegon!-" Wailing his arms off you, you shove him off, as you stand hastily, storming aside, creating that deliberate distance in between once again. Aegon slowly rises himself up, that familiar hurt look tinged across his disheartened face, he roughly wipes the tears off his eyes, leaving them puffy and red.

"Sorry? Sorry about what exactly, Aeg? Sorry, that you can't just be an adult for one second, and accept the fact that some of us have priorities in our lives other than being in a fucking relationship? To think that you could be mature about this, how foolish of me..."

"Y/N, I-"

"Don't, Aeg! Don't even bother explaining yourself... I think it's best that you just leave me to decide."

Brazenly interrupting him before he could utter another word, your hand meekly gestures towards the door to your apartment. You couldn't even find the stamina to look Aegon dead in the eyes, fearful that any tender look from his part, you'd crumble once more in a second.

Seeing how riled up and tense you were, Aegon reluctantly began to pace himself towards the door, taking his time before a firm hand reached, gripping the metal knob of the door. The door opening as he unlocked the entry, he came to a sudden stop, turning back momentarily staring at you, tempted to say something. However, just as his attention panned across to you, your focus from him shifted elsewhere, fleeting from a window to the floor, desperate not to look directly at him. Sensing your message, he remained quiet as he left the premises, firmly shutting the door behind.

As the pain-staking silence fell once more, the intensity of the situation felt magnitude that very second Aegon had left. Feeling weak in your knees, your walked back over towards your bed, laying yourself down, burying your tearful face into a pillow, as the sobs returned, only now muffled. Your mind was racing rapidly. Regardless of what had unfolded, you cared deeply for Aegon and knew that it wounded him immensely that you hadn't involved him in your decision, prior to making such a life-changing commitment. It was his life too, that you toyed with, and a deep, integral part of you felt somewhat guilty.

Although, the ugly side of Aegon had showed, and it scarred you bitterly. Would he act and lash out like this at every chance something major would come? Was it a flaw of his, that you were willing to accept and embrace? You had no certainty. The fleeting minutes became hours into the night, as you laid still in bed, empty of tears, eyes stinging, your pillow soaked and face flustered, before you'd gradually began to fall into a deep sleep. Exhausted by the day's mishaps, you were hopeful the new day would offer some consolation...

****

Whether you had been dreaming vividly enough to be stirred awake, you could not say. Although, Aegon was on your mind as you drifted off to sleep, remaining in your dreams and as you slightly woke, too tiresome to remember the details of the events in the long hours prior. You felt something heavy, yet awfully familiar, the musky scent, pressing against your body.

Followed by a soft "shush-ing", you instantly recognised the deep, low tone that belonged to your boyfriend's manly voice.

"It's just me, baby. Go back to sleep. I couldn't leave you all alone like this."

"Hmm, Aeg-" Was all that you could pathetically muster, before returning readjusting your head on the pillow. It wasn't uncommon for Aegon to find himself in your apartment after hours or even whilst you were still out during the day, for you did offer him keys, and came home to find him lounging around as if it was his own home. You trusted him enough to share a copy, and up until now, he had been loyal not to abuse his right, thus, this reoccurrence had never startled you.

"That's right, my sweet girl. It's just me... I'm going to fix everything, okay?"

Unlike how sinister and brooding his tone with you was just hours ago, you now felt comforted and safe, hearing that familiar, saintly tone of his. Like a lullaby it ushered you back to sleep, as you felt a small, wet kiss planted on your forehead, as he brushed the astray strands off your face, taking a few moments to gaze upon you lustfully, before stirring himself up.

Feeling the mattress beneath move, you sensed that he was now positioned on his knees, hovering above you, as each leg pinned to either sides of your upper thighs, faintly hearing a metal clanging, as he unbuckled his belt and zipper. You remained laying comfortably on your stomach, your back facing him, your face turned to the side against the plush pillow, he could see you just faintly nodding against his words in agreement. It earned a soft smile from Aegon, as he pulled his pants down enough, laying over you, as his bare, hard cock began to grind against the thin fabric of your dress, just between your ass cheeks. Just from the sheer action, you could feel some wetness stirring beneath, a visceral reaction Aegon found so easily he could induce from you.

"Only the tip, baby... I promise. I'm going to make it up to you, my sweet, sweet angel."

Sensually lifting your dress up, he lightly lifted you, turning you slightly to the side with one arm, just enough for him to pull your panties down: planting you back gently, as to not startle you completely awake.

"My good, good girl. Always doing so well for me, not like anyone else...I was such a dick to you, wasn't I, baby?"

Earning another simple nod, he resumed with grazing his cock over your sensitive skin, feeling its pulsating throbs against your cheeks.

"But my princess, did do something very naughty... Trying to leave me, without asking. Leaving me all alone, you know how upset that would make me, right baby?"

"Hmm-Aeg-"

"But look at you begging for me...Now what makes you think you could leave me so easily, then? Precious girl, didn't think this through, did she?"

Gradually, his firm, thick cock slowly began to push itself deeper and deeper between your thighs, as one, strong arm stretched over your side to keep him steady, the other manoeuvred your legs, spreading them wide enough for him to position himself right between your centre.

"Don't worry, Princess. I'm here now, I'm going to help you make this decision, like a good boyfriend. Wouldn't want you to overthink anything, now let me take care of you... I promise I won't go in deeper, I won't cum inside."

Feeling your eyes naturally flutter from reality and dream, as you felt a lightening pain course through your body from the sensitive spot below. Aegon had forced himself in, your walls stretching as wide as possible to accomodate for his dense, throbbing mass, you could feel yourself tightly clenching over him, rewarded by deep, growling grunts and moans from him.

"Fuck, baby. Always know how fucking good to make me feel...Now why would you ruin it, and do something so stupid? Have I been so cruel, you wish to leave me?"

"N-No Aeg-" You'd managed to softly whimper, stirring even more awake, although eyes remained firmly shut, as you arched yourself in response to Aegon's slowly paced thrusts.

"Are you bored with Aeg, that you want to leave me?"

"No."

"Have I frightened you so, you wish to run away far from me?"

Within that split second he'd uttered those words, that familiar, daunting tone returned to him, and you felt your heart begin to beat feverishly.

"I-I love you Aeg."

Now his thrusts began to hasten in response to your words, his grunts primal and louder.

"Say it again, I'm struggling to believe you. You tried to deceive me today, angel. That was cruel of you...Say it again."

"I love you, Aegon."

This time more awake and conscious of what was going on, you were too deeply saturated in being sated by Aegon in the moment. You couldn't muster a single ounce of dignity nor sanity at this very moment to stop him in his tracks, knowing what he was capable of, he had all the power in his court.

"P-Pull out, Aeg-"

Your wetness now greatly coating his deep, hefty cock, feeling the mess beginning to ooze and seep from the edges of your entrance down your thighs. As he pulled out slightly and with his help, he turned you over, now both of you facing one another, although this time, managing to maintain complete and utter focus. Resuming to his sloppy, rough thrusts, you could feel the intensity of his cock, determined to push and shove himself as deep as possible, the tip of his cock just striking that sweet, sensitive spot of your cervix.

Aegon's face lowered down towards yours, as his ample, moist lips lingered over yours. Momentarily, just grazing above one another, before plummeting down on yours, as he noticed your lips beginning to stir to speak, desperate to shut you before you could ask once more. His tongue forced it way into yours, swirling and occupying your own: this unexplainable control that he had over you, now once more overtaking you. In the moments that Aegon had left, although maddened by his words, you had missed him. Could his brutal words bear truth, that two years without seeing him, would be impossible?

"Now, why would I do that? I promised you I would help, that's what I'm going to do. I'm doing this all for us."

His lips now trailing along your jawline down to the crook of your neck, where he knew you had a weak, sensitive spot that made you close to thoughtless. You could feel a upturn smirk strewed across his face, against your skin. Regardless, you could not surmise his intention, far too deep in devious, lustful thoughts, you needed Aegon to sate you completely.

"A-Aeg-"

Within a few more long, taunting minutes as Aegon edged you on, he could no longer contain himself. Feeling his warm, dense seed filling you up, it was a feeling unlike the many, intimate times before. You both were often proactive in protection, and yet tonight, although different, it was somewhat sublime.

"That's my good, perfect girl, that's it. Did so fucking well. I need you to stay put like this for me, okay?"

Regardless, that his fill had drenched you inside, Aegon remained buried deeply inside. Somehow, managing to turn you once more to the side, as he laid himself cosily behind you, thick, muscular arms holding you tenderly from behind, as his cock remained sorely stretching yet pleasantly coaxing you inside.

"Hush now baby, my good, sweet princess. How could I ever let you go so easily, huh? What kind of a man would I be to let his girl leave like that?-"

His hot, breathless words felt soothing as he whispered against your ears, his free hand atop, once more fixing the sweat-infused tangled strands away from your heated face. Leaving a few pecks of kisses against your dewy skin.

"Now promise to get some rest for me, angel. I need you strong for my little surprise."

****

Had you known what was to follow in the early months to come, the significance of Aegon's cryptic gesture following the sex that night. How his large, rough hand found it's way over to your lower abdomen, lightly caressing it in a circular motion, something he'd never normally done before, although not unquestionable at the time... Upon awaking early that morning, Aegon explained his surprise visit during the night, grieving over the sheer thought of losing you was enough to make the man cry once more, profusely apologising for the poisonous words he'd spat upon you. He refused to leave your side, and you knew you could not stop him. Nonetheless, he was well-intentioned, and you forgave him, allowing him to spend many more nights and days to come. Too preoccupied with the decision to be made, as Aegon kept pestering you for advice and discussion, you'd forgotten the whole notion of birth control, and only remembered a few days after. Regardless, the love making did not cease, as Aegon persuaded you that he wished to spend as many hours with you, "in case you decide to leave, I need to cherish every moment with you." Poetic of him, although, his agenda was far more conniving.

****

"Aeg- I'm, I'm pregnant."

The words were as sweet as honey to his sly ears: he did not lash out nor did he act upset nor surprised. In fact, unlike the momentous news you'd dropped before regarding the scholarship, this did not seem to phase him, not in the slightest.

You both rarely spoke of the thought of having children together, being both still quite young in age, and knowing that Aegon's youth was not one he favoured, regardless, he remained pleasantly optimistic upon hearing the news.

"Baby, this is good- This is wonderful."

"B-But what about the scholarship, what do I do?"

Cupping your tender, shocked face in his hands, his reassuring smile offered you some ease, though not enough. A child, an actual child. You hadn't really comprehended the notion of motherhood, nor did you completely go against it.

"Y/N, this-" One hand now stroking the same spot on your lower stomach, now a slight swell present, as he did those many nights ago. It all clicked now.

"This happened for a reason, you can't deny us this. Our own little baby, Y/N, we can have our own little family, sweetie. I promise I'll take care of us, all of us. You can't be stressing about some scholarship now..."

"But Aeg, I really did want it."

"So you-you want the scholarship, more than a family? More than making me happy or yourself? I thought you would be okay with this."

"I-Of course Aeg, I would love to have a family with you, only you now that I'm being honest. But I just always thought in due time, I-"

"Now's the time baby... This happened to us for a reason. Maybe the scholarship wasn't meant to be. Maybe something else will come along, they're always giving out scholarships, babe. If they offered it to you before, they'll offer it again. How could they deny you?"

His words sweet, and reaffirming. It was true, there were endless opportunities to apply for degrees and scholarships throughout the years. And it seemed Aegon, was extremely on board with the idea of becoming a father. Knowing how far he'd come from the rebellious boy he'd once been, stammering into the house late at night as Aemond and you remained studying endlessly, to the confident man he was now, was astounding. His dear mother, Alicent, even knew it, and thanked you deeply, for years she had been aimlessly trying to better her eldest.

"You are making all this possible for me, Y/N. Things I never dreamt to be or the person I'd become, you are the sole reason for my happiness. And now with this baby, I feel I could conquer the world."

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lovelykhaleesiii · 2 years ago

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AEGON II TARGARYEN

AEMOND TARGARYEN

AEGON ii TARGARYEN x fem!Reader x AEMOND TARGARYEN

TGC CINEMATOGRAPHY

OTHER TGC CHARACTERS

MIKE SCHMIDT

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lovelykhaleesiii · 1 year ago

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Cinnamon Crush

PAIRING: chubby!Professor!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Student!Reader

WORDS: 3,036.

SUMMARY: It seemed a contagious crush had befallen your fellow pupils of your Psych class, and you were no exception… Only, however, your Professor did not spare you from your lustful thoughts.

WARNINGS: reader is of legal age!!!, teacher x pupil dynamic (with consent), female receiving (fingering), NSFW, mentions of p in v sexual intercourse, humiliation kink, exhibitionism, praise kink.

A/N - thanks to @sugarpopss for feeding into my delusions and horny thots, we brainstormed this idea, and voila! hope you enjoy boo xox

Undertaking this human behaviour psychology class was proving to be both a tease and a taunt. Often, you were a diligent student, reserved in your ways, you never struggled with losing focus nor lacking attention, and yet, something about this class with each passing week, was provoking something devious from within you.

Your attention remained persistent and unwavering, however not on the topic at hand, though rather on your stout and round professor...

Aegon Targaryen, was one of those professors you really had not paid any mind to initially. You scarcely saw him during your first year, as he taught mostly the latter years of tertiary schooling: when his presence was not occupied in teaching tutorials and lectures, he was adamantly hidden away, reclusive to his own office or the teacher's cafeteria. Yet, passing by the corridors, you had heard many whispering gossip from previous pupils, giddily confronting each other of their little "crushes" over their chubby professor. Yet, you had never fully comprehended their words, nor what they saw in the man, till having come face to face with him.

Gradually, as the weeks went by during the semester, you had grown accustomed to his unnerving presence, grand stature, that deep, succulent voice as he monotonously spoke: the longer your keen eyes lusted over his minute details, over his physicality, the more beauty you saw in him. And despite not being that much your senior, he was still older and an authoritative figure in comparison to your colleagues.

His weight was never an issue, nor a flaw that had "turned you off" nor the others. In fact, tediously attempting to search for a textbook in the University's library, you had idly overheard a few of your colleagues gushing over the potential likelihood size of your professor's cock.

"You know what they say about the thicker men, right ladies? I bet it you girls, he'd have you rendered incapable of walking!"

"A girlfriend of mine slept with a guy much larger than herself in size, and she said it was the best sex she ever had-"

"Do you guys not see the way he rubs his belly from time to time, how adorable he looks? Or the way he has powder or icing over his lips that he tastes and licks off?-"

"Well I've made an appointment to see him after hours in his office to discuss the assignment, but I can't guarantee that's all that will happen... Did you guys not notice the way he winked at me? The way our fingers touched when he handed me back my paper?!"

Captivated by their gossip, you began to grow more attentive to your elder professor in class. Noticing the details your enthusiastic peers had picked up, each time you had captured a small indifference, you would make mental notes, often smiling to yourself mindlessly. Now you found yourself, gushing over minor, fleeting incidents, where your fingers brushed against each other, in exchange of papers, or that his larger mass lingered over your desk, during quizzes, lightly feeling the gentle, erotic touch of his distended belly over your arm.

At one point, secluded in your distant seat, in the lecture hall, rather than diligently dotting down notes as you habitually would, you found yourself sketching "A.T + [your initial]" bordered over an arrow-darted love-heart. Shaking your head to yourself, as if you had awoken from a haste sleep, you truly could not fathom the sheer sway Aegon had over you, and yet his oblivious efforts seemed to taunt you a little more...

What felt like 10 hours was a mere one hour that had dulled by. Having spent countless hours deep into the previous night tediously studying, you felt tiresome quarrelling against the inevitable slumber that your body so desperately craved. Your head often bobbing up and down, eyes darting wide awake, shooting up towards your plump professor at the front, writing on the blackboard, his broad back turned towards you. The screeching sound of the white chalk against it, was steady enough to keep you pathetically awake.

Now that your attention was resumed once more on his figure, you delicately glanced over at how fitted his dress shirt looked around certain soft edges. How tight the fabric had grown, since the semester began, as often his pupils sought food as a way to his heart, many had believed. His thighs stocky, you could not deny that his backside was chunky, an innate yet heinous urge to spank and squeeze at his porky flesh. The thought was enough to send a thrilling, dull ache between your thighs, as you hastily squirmed and readjusted in your seat.

Now resuming his focus back unto the class, your eyes widened lusciously at the breathtaking sight of his face, and that swollen stomach. One podgy hand rested atop its distended centre, as the other dropped the chalk to the side, and held up his notes. The tight sleeves of his white dress shirt, folded up only barely making it below his elbows. The black buttons of his tight fitted shirt, close to bursting at its seams, another backed goodie would do the trick to pop them right off, you fathomed. An excitement at the sheer, imaginative scene, Aegon slumped comfortably on a desk chair, relishing in the last few bites of a powdered doughnut, and you... Nestled cosily onto his wide, meaty lap, his thick arm wrapped around your side, his pudgy hand finding its way firmly gripping your thigh, as the other held the pastry good. And your head laying against his stocky shoulder, admiring the man, as your hand slowly, and soothingly rubbed circles against his swelling, tense belly.

Now the preemptive wetness, you could just feel brewing at your aching cunt. The moisture felt thick and warm, at the slightest of movement from below, closing your legs together desperately, fearful that your professor could practically smell you from the distance. Yet he remained unfazed, continuing on his tangent talk. Shoving his reading glasses further into his nose bridge, as he read the loose pages before him. Examining the room, the class was present yet not full, only a few missing, yet everyone either in their own world, whether sketching doodles in their notebooks, or gazing across online sites, the few at the front however, kept their sole attention on Aegon. Yet in your horizon, they stood blocking his view of you further in the back... You were certain your existence in his class was close to fictitious. Just a shadow in the background. He scarcely spoke to you, except for a quick "well done" or haste compliment on an assignment, you were merely just there. Or so you had credulously deluded yourself to believe.

You had never acted so impulsively and yet, you felt that carnal urge, that burning desire to be fulfilled. Envisioning Aegon in the privacy of your dorm was never satisfactory, often always distracted or interrupted, your ethereal vision of him taken from you in an instant. And yet, here he stood before you, in all his glory... Why deny yourself the pleasure? You promised it would be a mild, quick venture.

Your hand began to idly snake its way down below your desktop, whilst the other reached for your black denim jacket, covering your legs and skirt, acting as though a chilly breeze swept by. Your eager fingers pulling up your skirt, as it found its way to the soaked cloth of your sheer, cotton panties. Your cheeks instinctively flushed pink, heat coursing against your face, as the humiliation set in at just how fragile you felt against Aegon’s mere presence, a man that you had not even conversed for any longer than a mere minute.

The thought was unbearable and yet you could not help but succumb to your desires for him.

Panties tugged to the side, a finger slowly slipped in carefully, meticulous to not expose yourself in your movements or your sounds. God forbid, if you had helplessly let out a moan, a cry for his name, you would cease to exist.

With a slow and familiar pace, your hand began to pump in and out of your soaking entrance, your finger delved shyly inside, encircling your silky folds, as your eyes remained fixated on Aegon. Instead your mind alternatively ventured into the aching thought, instead of pleasing yourself, your generous professor was instead in your stead, eager to teach you his wisdom, how to please a woman, how to psych your mind to pleasure through his experienced touch, and the constant praise of what a “good girl” you’ve been for him, his best pupil yet.

Envisioning his handsome, soft face just inches apart from yours, as his plump, wet lips grazed over yours before falling into a kiss. Wondering what his mouth would taste like, concluding a sweet, cinnamon taste lingering from all the baked goodies he would devour. You ached to feel his adipose flesh beneath your grasp, kneading at his plump, fair skin, suckling at his sensitive fat, leaving red, blatant marks on his pale skin. Your free hand now rested on your desk, you firmly gripped the edge of the desk, intuitive for some support, as your hip bucked slightly forward, shoving your finger deeper into your oozing cunt.

The excitement remained stagnant, and having noticed no changes to your surroundings, no curious or suspicious looks earned, you confidently implored, inserting another digit between your velvet folds, your motions stretching your walls out, as your pace began to haste a notch.

The tight feeling of your innocent walls clenching around your fingers, your mind wandered to the memory of overhearing the notion of Aegon’s cock. Your mind intoxicated with the idea of its girth, the words of your fellow peers, echoing in your mind as you relished in the sensation of Aegon’s thick, throbbing cock painfully stretching you out instead.

“Thicker dudes have thicker cocks, c'mon this is known. They’ll stretch you out and it will hurt like fuck at first, but God is it worth it—”

Deeper your digits shoved themselves, eager to graze over that sweet, sweet spot, leaning more forward over your desk instinctively, your free hand gripping the desk, now subtly covering your mouth, in an attempt to muffle the moans. From time to time, you needed to muster the consciousness to open your eyes, trying to mask your actions with some normalcy, as your professor continued to speak. You swore for a split second, that his eyes hovered towards your direction, yet he persevered, unfazed by your discrete, promiscuous nature.

Gods, you were desperate for the man. If he had simply called out your name, that would be supple enough to make you cum.

Much to your oblivious and ignorant mind, you hadn’t realised that your jacket began to slip away beneath your knees, from all your squirming and pacing motions. Slowly and slowly, too occupied in your conceited ways, the jacket finally fell to the floor, your legs spread apart to accomodate for your hand and its motion, you hadn’t realised your licentious exposure, until the air conditioned chill of the room settled across your bare skin. Yet your hand remained inside of you, your pace now slowed, as your eyes fell back to Aegon, your awareness regaining itself. Seconds spared as you froze in motion, before realising your professors’s gaze remained fixated firmly onto you, his lilac orbs dropping down intently eyeing your lower half. Hastily, pushing his glasses against the nose bridge once more, clearing his throat, he looked hastily down as he stuttered on his words. Immediately, you gathered yourself into composure. That familiar, prior flustered feeling coaxed you once more, the embarrassment visibly flaring in your meek face, as you dared not to look towards Aegon.

Caught in fuss, as you prayed for your existence to simply disappear, the class had been dismissed, and you hastily attempted to gather your belongings, as they fell to your feet clumsily. Just as you’d picked up the last of the fallen stationary, shoving everything into your handbag, the sudden shout for your name, from a familiar, deep voice boomed from below the lecture hall.

“Y/N, if I could see you for a second, please?” Aegon shouted, as you frighteningly stared at him, shyly nodding as you hesitantly walked down the steps. Aegon remained, partially sat at the edge of his wooden desk, his thick arms folded across his belly, making him look even more brooding. Never this up close, you only just realised how feeble you looked against his larger stature, a few inches taller, yet wider than you his frame would engulf yours, if anyone looked from beyond him, your presence would go unnoticed. His eyes remained locked onto the entrance of the class, as each pupil filed out, some without a goodbye and others desperate for some acknowledgement before giddily pacing out, as he exchanged friendly goodbye wink.

Now it was solely you two remaining. The room felt vastly larger, yet suffocating simultaneously. This overbearing tightness brewing in your chest, as you clenched your notebook closer to your chest. Despite now being fully clothed and composed, you felt naked in his presence, the shame settling in.

“How’s the semester been treating you, Y/N?”

That was strange, you hadn’t expected him to ask that. Whether it was the unexpected question or the shame, you struggled to muster the strength of your voice, as the words remained choked in your throat.

“I-I suppose it’s okay. Stressful, but okay, S-Sir.”

“I gather you’ve been busy with your studies, with exams and what not coming up. I rarely see you out of the library, not even the cafeteria.”

He noticed? You could scarcely fathom his words, and yet it was true. With the semester’s end exams looming in the horizon, you had kickstarted your thorough studies, desperate to cram every bit of information into your memory before it was too late. At times, you were so preoccupied, food was not an option, otherwise your roommate would politely gather you some sustenance from outside.

“I-I just don’t have the time for anything else these days, th-than to study… S-Sir.”

As you found courage to respond, in the meanwhile, Aegon had shut the door close, the hall becoming just a little more suffocating, trapping you in his sole presence, before he resumed his previous stance.

“Is that why you wished to put on that little show up there? Is that your call for help, hmm?”

Taken aback, you felt the scarlet blush of your cheeks flare up in heat, your lips mouthing open yet not words echoed through. Your eyes pondered to the ground seldomly, unable to maintain eye contact, as Aegon released a growling chuckle.

“It’s okay, Y/N. I suppose, I was just not expecting that from you—”

A wave of disappointment wretched and hurled in your stomach, as his words engraved in your mind. Shooting your eyes rapidly up at him, shaking your head you profusely began to apologise.

“It-It was unlike me, Aegon- I-I mean Professor. I am not the type that does ugh- that sort of thing, I-I am unsure of what came over me, p-please don’t fail me—”

As you breathlessly plead your case, taking a small step towards Aegon, you felt your eyes swelling with hot tears, as one fell across your tender cheek.

“Hey-Hey, what makes you think I would fail you? I’m not disappointed, Y/N—”

A loose strand of your hair had fallen besides your face unknowingly, yet Aegon took the decency to brush it across, stroking the strand behind your ear, as his pudgy hand cupped your face, the other gently rubbing at your side for reassurance. His touch was just as divine as you had imagined, feeling your senses slowly begin to collapse.

“I’m just surprised… A little esteemed. If I’m being quite honest, I would expect that behaviour from the others, but you? Not in my wildest dreams… You never cease to amaze me, huh?”

The last words he uttered, his thumb lightly flicked at your chin, lifting it subtly up, as he nudged for you to look up at him. Met with his warm smile, you bashfully returned the favour, completely smitten.

“I suppose I’ll have to change classes? Professor Lannister might—”

“There will be no such thing, you’re staying here. You’re my best student. And besides, Lannister’s a perv. One look at you, and he’ll think he has a chance.”

“B-But, where do we- how do we move on f-from this, exactly, Sir?”

Aegon resumed leaning back on the desk, plopping himself down, the wood creaked beneath his heavier mass, as his hands remained firmly holding yours.

“We tell no one… No one needs to know. I still teach you and you, well—”

Licking his soft lips, his eyes feasted over you, hungrily lingering from head to toe, devouring you as if you were some dessert out before him, that he was about to spoil himself silly with.

“—you can sit up there and still tease me all you wish, but perhaps… You would rather find more comfort in the privacy of my office. How about you meet me there at 5pm, just for some one on one lessons. I guarantee it’ll help with your studies. Let me help you to ugh- prepare.”

“I-I suppose that would be okay, if that is what you best advise. I-Is that what you want from me, Sir? For me to keep my pretty mouth shut, and do as I am told?”

Now the tables turned, the sudden outburst of an ego from your end, having been swayed by Aegon’s sly remarks, he remained somewhat… Impressed. Closing the distance between you both, his gut now pressing up against you, your breasts being pushed up against it. Precisely as how you creatively envisioned it, his plump lips crushed against your own, the sweet, sugary taste lingering in his mouth was a pleasant one, as his tongue pried its way into your own, before releasing as he inhaled a deep breath.

“You keep being that pretty, obedient girl I know you are, and I’ll show you just how proud I am of you.”

general taglist (bold means I could not tag you) - @evenstaris @bel-bottoms @fan-goddess @malfoytargaryen @ilikeitbetterangsty @bibli0thecary @m1ndbrand @connorsui @elegantsplendour @randomdragonfires @sylasthegrim @arcielee @s-we-e-t-t-ea @sahvlren @aemondtargaryensrider

Aegon ii taglist - @who-told-you-this-was-butter @f4ll-for-you @amiraisgoingthruit @bucknastysbabe

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lovelykhaleesiii · 10 months ago

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Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Reader x Aemond Targaryen | MASTERLIST

HEADCANONS:

Modern!Boyfriends AU [angst | smut | fluff]

Betrothal From Hell [dark!Aegon ii | dark!Aemond | angst | smut]

Daddy's Girl [Dad!Aegon ii | Dad!Aemond | fluff | smut]

ONE-SHOTS:

Splendid Husband, Obedient Wife. [angst | smut]

Untamed & Primitive. [Modern AU | smut]

Exceptions. [smut]

SERIES:

Love & Duty [Canon AU | OC!fem!Reader] Prologue | 1 | 2

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fan-goddess · 10 months ago

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OH MY GOSH THIS WHOLE THING IM OBSESSED!!!

I want him like this I wanna be his princess!!!! The way you wrote this was so good and the whole relationship and everything is just amazing!!!!

Brains & Barbie!

PAIRING: Michael Gavey x fem!BIMBO!Reader

WORDS: 1,515.

SUMMARY: Polar opposites attract right? It’s science. Who knew you would fall so helplessly in love with the math geek of the century…

WARNINGS: female receiving (fingering), swearing, degradation kink, some praise kink, edging, cum play, p in v sexual intercourse, swearing.

A/N - it has been a hot minute since I wrote for an Ewan character, so forgive me I’m a little rusty.

this fic is dedicated to my soul sister @sahvlren as it was her bday recently, and she requested this specifically. I love you so very much, and am so thankful to have you as my dearest friend, boo. one day we shall meet, but for now we get freaky online! enjoy xoxox

+++ in light of the recent drama unfolding in this hellsite, I thought some good ole' smut would do no harm, right?

forgive me I shall edit this properly, but I must sleep for my night shift lol

You weren't exactly the perfect pair to exist, nor would any like minded person think it best to put you two together in a roo, let alone become intimate. And yet, so effortlessly you both meshed rather well...Michael, your "Norman No Mates" boyfriend [as he enjoyed putting it], was quite a mathematical genius. His family were somewhat stable and well off, however, he rejoiced in the idea that he worked his way into the academy, where as your situation was quite the opposite. Your father had attended Oxford and graduated, as did your grandfather, who also sponsored and funded many of its restorations and renovations. The ancient establishment owed many of its complexes to your family name, and hence, granted you a position in their literature field, warranted you did try to maintain your grades above a credit average, trimming it with a pass even...

You had tipsily stumbled upon Michael at some college party: he stood by some dark corner, a drink in hand and the other in his pocket, before you had ignorantly walked into him, mindless to your surroundings from intoxication. You had either gone to refill your drink or was seeking the bathroom [you struggle to remember the fine details of the night you had met], laughing obnoxiously at some joke your friend had uttered, before walking into the man that would ultimately make you weak in your knees.

"S-Sorry-" You softly slurred, spilling your drink on the floor, a droplet landing on your heel.

At first it sounded as though an apparent swear seemingly seethed between his curved lips, halting himself before cursing you further, as he adjusted his thin framed spectacles, marvelling at you.

"Y-You alright, love?"

The next thing you knew, you found yourself hot and heavy, heated bodies, grinding against one another, as Michael teased and etched his impressively long cock, at your silky folds. His mouth latched to your unmissable cleavage, as he suckled on your breasts like a new born babe to its mother's teat.

No man had ever made you feel more desired, and yet a fool at his beck and call. He uttered despicable taunts and jabs at you, whilst simultaneously, worshipping the ground you strut on.

"The sluttiest girl on campus just couldn't resist the cock of a geek, huh? Making her even more stupid than she is, look at you... Pathetic baby."

His words stung a compelling sensation, and yet you craved for more of his undivided attention. And seemingly, Michael granted you every fathomable bit he could muster. You were the girl beyond his dreams, needless to say, he never thought he even stood a chance with any girl, of that matter. And he as a man, beyond your tastes. However, the tension was palpable between you two, the chemistry undeniable.

You often found yourself unwittingly seeking his company, even risking your privilege in the confines of his dorm...

"How long left, Mikey. I'm s'bored!" You whinge, as you fidget and reposition yourself sprawled on your boyfriend's single-sized bed. Flinging your flip phone to the side, without a care for consequences [your parents would simply purchase a new one for you]. Despite being in somewhat sheerly covered attire, your ass cheeks just peaking through beneath your skirt, Michael barely felt the temptation to see [if he was even aware of your current outfit].

"Wait. Need to finish this equation."

His stern, unwavering voice and unfazed focus ontp the paper and textbooks before him, made your eyes roll with such annoyance, defeatedly sighing. The repetitive sound of his pencil thudding at his head, and your rhythmical humming, filled the silent void.

"Ugh- Michael, you should have just told me to not come- There was a party, I could have been at—"

"Do you not have an essay due by the end of the week?"

You contemplate for a few, solid seconds, before realising there was truth to his words. You did have an assignment due in the imminent days to come, and you had yet to begin.

"W-Well, yes... But I was hoping you would help me, handsome."

"Is that so?"

His attention still remained down, fixated on the text before him, yet his tone elevated, intrigue plaguing his words.

"I-I mean I'll still write it out, y-you just need to guide me—”

Swiftly he swivelled his entire body in the desk-top chair to turn unto you, a cheeky grin plastered across his chiselled face.

"Baby, you can barely do your times-tables, you think you can write an whole essay? Adorable..."

"But I sure know how to fuck you good. What man of your calibre can have a girl like me, say that to a man like you, huh?"

A darkness tinged in his piercing blue orbs, intently watching your every move and gesture, as he notices your hand hovering between your thighs, before disappearing beneath the short, skimpy skirt.

"Mhmm—"

Your thoughtless moans began to echo between the confined blank walls of the dorm, squirming against the neatly folded fabrics of the bed.

"And what do you think you're doing, exactly?"

Two digits continued to delve deeper between your folds, drawing slow, circular motions as your thumb remained rubbing at your clit. You had been biting your lips, only to release a moan, as you intended to respond obediently.

"M-My boyfriend's a bore, s-so I'm t-taking matters into m-my own h-hands—"

"Is that so?"

Without so much as a warning, a force pried your hands out from beneath your walls, your wetness coating your fingers and knuckles, glistening in the dim light. Within a few seconds, the emptiness between your legs vanished, as a rougher, more sizeable host embedded itself between your velvet folds.

With roughness, and vastly more pace, Michael's lengthy, slim digits began to etch deeper and deeper inside of you, pumping his fist in and out of you, as his other hand laid to rest against the mattress, propping him upright. Your hands immediately laid at your sides, firmly clenching the quilt between for some steadiness.

"Does my little slut have no patience? Brain to numb to think, she just wants to be fucked all the time, huh?"

"Y-Yes—"

Just as your ecstatic cries and moans grew more frequent, Michael's breathing sounded heavier, feeling your warm wetness making a mess all along his hands and the crevices of your entrance.

"This slut could've bent over to anyone. No-No, but she did for me, yeah? So needy for cock, she didn't even learn her times tables, huh?"

"I-I need you, M-Mikey—"

A third long digit shoved itself deeper into your tight hole, panting beneath your grip as you felt yourself fervently clench around him.

"That's right, princess. You need me. No man is worthy of this pretty cunt of yours, I earned it."

As you felt yourself progressively lose all your senses. gaining traction to the heat stirring below, Michael's sudden release felt cathartic. Watching him lick and lap every inch of your wetness lingering over his hand, made you feel delectable. Your lustful eyes searched below, for a fleeting second, you caught the growing commotion in his pants, as the bulge was evident, its shadow against the restricted fabric. As he tasted the last drop, a snarky smirk expanded across his handsome face, before beginning to unbelt and unbutton his beige trousers.

"C'mon princess, spread those legs like you always do, like you were born to do. Such a fucking whore, that's all you were meant for. Meant for me."

Aligning himself so effortlessly perfect against your, his reddened tip blushed against your sight, teasing your silky folds. His veins throbbed with excitement, almost palpable between your sensitive entrance, its length girth suddenly plunging itself ever so slowly inside of you.

With a first, rough shove, delving himself completely inside of you, his balls hitting at your rear, an escape of a low grunt vibrated against his lips, that remained hovering over your soft skin. Michael kept himself steadily propped atop of you: with each thrust, equally time and paced, his weight began to drop over you, applying the pressure down from above with his cock inside of you.

"The most perfect cunt, for the most perfect girl. And it's mine."

"M-Michael—"

"S-Stastically we a-are an anomaly, b-but my princess f-found me, like a good girl—”

“A-Anomaly?"

A deep, growling chuckle escaped his lips, his pace growing sloppier as he attempted to articulate: despite Michael having you weak in the knees in bed, he was still somewhat new at the act of sex. Struggling to juggle with the need to fuck and the need to explain, his lean, tall figure cowering over you, his eyes shut with ecstasy momentarily, before opening to glare and marvel at you breathlessly. Your lips latched onto his neck and collarbones in between your moans, intently sucking at his tender flesh, desperate to taste him, to leave remnants of your physical love, strewed across his body. Desperate to savour every inch of him.

"An odd couple, baby. B-But you take me so fucking well—"

"Mhmm—"

"There's no going back now, Princess..."

credit for divider - @/prettypixels-love

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lovelykhaleesiii · 4 years ago

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Summer

HEADCANON

PAIRING: Tom Holland x fem!Reader

Words: 1021

Summary: Tom has become fed up with not having time to spend with you, he takes matters into his own hand... A holiday has been long overdue.

Warnings: fluff, mentions of smutty behaviour, swearing.

A/N - LMAO it’s been a minute. enjoy xx

Tom had been planning a summer getaway to Barcelona since he began to notice the distress you’d been experiencing from the chaos of work.

You both hardly had time for each other, and in the rare occasions that you did, you both were exhausted and planned nothing than to stay in bed.

Sex wasn’t even possible, which sucked ass.

Some time away was something that you both desperately needed, and Tom had been arranging without your knowledge... A surprise for his soulmate, as he justified.

You’d been together for 3 years, having met through a mutual friend. Tom was the one to notice you and essentially, made the first move.

“Ugh, Tom Holland just messaged me Y/F/N, what the actual fuck...” And from there the relationship blossomed into what it is today.

After Tom breaking the news of this vacation, you’d initially laughed it off thinking it was another one of his “uncalled jokes”, brushing off the fact that you hadn’t even mentioned a holiday to your employer.

“Tom babe, don’t be silly. Not right now, you know I can’t just drop and leave everything!”

At this point after the many long, loving years with Tom, you still failed to realise that he was always a few steps ahead of you, and you loved him for it.

“Darling, when I tell you I’ve sorted everything, I mean everything. I talked to Rebecca and she was more than happy to give you time off, after all the running around you’ve been doing. So shall we get a move on with the packing!”

Touching down the runway was surreal, although actually arriving to the beach side was divine. The salty air of the sea filled you as you took a deep breath of the fresh air. No stress, no worries in sight.

“Come darling I’ve got a few more surprises for you...”

Undoubtedly, Tom knew his fans would come running to wherever they’d find him. A few had already caught you two at the pier awaiting for the yacht Tom had arranged.

You encouraged Tom to meet and greet the fans, take photos, despite him repeatedly explaining that his time during this vacation would be devoted to only you.

Although, you never wanted to be the reason for Tom to exclude his fans.

Finally having the boat to yourselves, secluded out in the ocean, the distant coast surrounding you, could you finally immerse yourself in Tom’s complete attention.

You had to admit, Tom was looking real good lately. You knew he had an upcoming film, and most of the time during these few months was preocccupied with him preparing to “bulk up.” And after all this time, you hadn’t had the chance to see the results for yourself.

Especially in the cyan shorts, every muscle was exposed. From his arm, chest right down to his legs. He’d gotten massive, and quite impressively in a short amount of time.

It was habit for Tom to become self-conscious whenever he did need to bulk for a film. However you made certain that was avoided and persuaded him to feel confident despite the changes to his body.

However right now, you were living for his thunder thighs. Tom was very much into you riding him out, dry humping the fuck out of him... And with his current thighs, you were about to have even more fun.

And his hair had grown out even more. His luscious, brown locks pushed back especially, was a look you’d definitely rooted for.

Right now, this man is a GOD to you.

“Look at you babe, you’re a completely different person now,” You smirked, with literal heart eyes, just gazing upon every inch of his muscular body.

“Have you only just realised now, darling?” Tom laughed, as he laid himself beside you, his thick arm wrapping its way around your neck.

In return, it had been months since Tom saw you even semi-naked. You were either in work attire or pajamas. Yet now seeing you in the navy one-piece swimsuit, the man was about to risk it all. The way the suit clung so tightly to you the shape of your body, defining every curve and crevice that he found so desirable. He’d just stop and stare hungrily at you, with the cheekiest grin on his face.

You even caught the man licking his lips, as if he were about to devour you then and there, no hesitation whatsoever... Not like he hasn't done it before, its just been a while since you'd been intimate with one another.

He was craving you badly, he sat himself partially upright, one arm still clung around you loosely, and the other gripping your waist, as you laid beneath him.

You could feel his rough hand stroking your side, making its way up to your sideboob, which just so happened to be subtly peaking through.

Cheeky Tom... He was the one that picked out the swimsuit for you, and he knew exactly what he was doing.

“You look sexy as hell, Y/N... God how I’ve missed our special moments, baby.”

His lips immediately met with your hot skin. Small, wet kisses forming a trail from your neck heading into the direction of your peaking breast, a cleavage exposed through the swimsuit. You could feel goosebumps forming, and couldn’t deny... You’d truly missed this.

“Tom, not now silly-”

You’d spent the rest of the day either swimming, and for the sake of making up for the lost time, making out as Tom carried you afloat in the ocean. Not to mention, his growing bulge even underwater was the cherry on top. And more so, reading a novel you’d been meaning to finish back on the boat with the sun beating down as you tanned, and a glass of the finest red wine at hand. Tom laid closely down beside you, just gently stroking your back the way you liked it.

You were being given the royal treatment, and all thanks to Tom. He loved spoiling you when he could, always ignoring the fact that you’d beg him not to.

You lived for every single moment with Tom, and this was a summer to remember for a while...

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lovelykhaleesiii · 4 years ago

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Jealousy Isn't Good

HEADCANON

PAIRING: Tom Holland (characters) x fem!Reader (Arvin Russell and Peter Parker)

Words: 1953

Summary (requested by @peeves6261427): “jealous tom/arvin/peter where the reader knows they’re jealous and tries to tease them but then tom/arvin/peter just go FULL dom”

Warnings: jealousy, smut, fluff, dom!Tom Holland (+ characters mentioned)

A/N - I fucking love a good angsty + smutty imagine... hope you like just as much as I did writing it AHAHA :) x

TOM HOLLAND:

Now, when it came to Tom’s jealous side, he was terribly awful at hiding it.

To your complete surprise, it was actually a recurring thing... It wasn't that Tom had trust issues, he just would notice how others would try to “flirt with you”, according to him.

However, you struggled to see this and saw no harm in these interactions, as most of the time you believed people were just being friendly.

When he did become jealous he acted like a complete, stubborn child.

He would give you short, sharp answers, always be temperamental.

Often in the moment you’d catch him making quick glances at you as you’d be talking to whomever.

He’d take a deep breath in, his fists would clench to the point his knuckles turned white.

“Tom, love, you’re doing it again...”

Tom knew how to calm himself, however his mood would be foul for the day.

He had a reputation to hold and did not want to jeopardise that, even if it took him all his strength to not even speak against it.

He really hated the way some would stare at you, eyeing you up and down, especially at premieres where you were all dolled up.

Tom would become super protective, especially amongst places where there were crowds upon crowds of people: you found that his arm would always be tightly wrapped around your waist.

Occasionally, a verbal fight would even break out between the two of you because of this... Until Tom would realise your perspective.

“And what about you Tom?! What about the millions of girls across the world that worship you? Do you see me complaining and whining?”

You were happiest with Tom, and you’d mentioned it repeatedly to him... He knew you were with him for the long run, he just despised the fact that people didn’t realise this.

He’d be the type that needed reassurance that you only had eyes for him, and to make up for his childish behaviour... Sex was the only answer.

This also was the best way he could showcase his dominance over you: he was always in complete control when it came to sex, especially after an episode of jealousy.

Tom would definitely be the type to leave love marks all over you, hickeys were his thing. He’d try not to leave them in obvious places where your skin would be exposed, again for his reputation especially with kids, however on the rare occasion that he’d lose himself... There wasn't nothing that a decent palette of makeup couldn’t cover up!

God sometimes he’d even surprise you with a quick, soft bite on your skin... He was playful like that.

Definitely loves to spank you, again seeing his red hand-print form on your ass cheek just sparks joy in him like nothing else.

And Tom, definitely loves being called Daddy.

Nonetheless, it was a flaw in Tom’s character... He was the jealous type and it was something you were okay to live with.

ARVIN RUSSELL:

Now this man... Would literally go off. Not immediately, it would just constantly be building up inside until he could no longer keep the fury bottled up.

Having to pick up Lenora from school, you also took to this privilege, which always meant Arvin would be waiting right outside for the two of you. He was protective like that.

He was also, however, an impatient man: thus, on the occasional days that a few of your colleagues took up your time after school for a quick chat, often about an assignment or homework... He’d grown quite enraged.

Especially due to the fact that he'd rarely see you during the weekdays from being busy with school. He didn’t want to attend and rather just work, although it took a toll very so often that he’d miss you.

Being such a small town, didn't help the cause, whether it was walking down the street arm in arm, or catching up at the local diner, someone would stop and chat, minimising your time together even more.

However, the jealousy would strike most with other male counterparts.

Arvin, according to his own words “knew what these boys in this town were thinking...”

For his age, and greatly due to his unfortunate circumstances growing up, Arvin mentally and emotionally matured rapidly for his age.

Physically, he was also quite strong and didn’t hesitate when faced with a threat.

Especially after the incident with Lenora and the boys at school... Arvin had a reputation that was built on sheer intimidation. No one dared to mess with anything that even remotely “belonged” to him.

And he’d made it very clear that you were his.

However on the downside, when a boy was “downright stupid” (again according to Arvin), and took a chance on you, or even tried to take advantage of you... Arvin would violently lash out.

It was hard to intervene, especially when matters got physical.

Arvin was obviously the dominant one: he’d precisely plan his attacks, when exactly to strike.

Word would spread, and yet everyone would keep quiet... Some would even argue that Arvin did the right thing for standing by you.

“I-I just don't want people thinking the wrong things about you, baby.”

However you did mention how upset you’d become, witnessing Arvin taking matters into his own hands: and worst of all, you’d hate seeing him hurt with minor wounds to show.

During these times after the altercations, would be the most intimate. Arvin would apologise and promise to try never to lash out again, although you knew that was a lie.

It was these moments he showed his most vulnerable side: he’d confess to how much you meant to him, how much he wanted to keep you safe and overall, how much he’d love you.

“You are the absolute world to be Y/N, baby... You need to know I’d do anything for you.”

Bless him, you thought. You knew violence was never an answer, although considering Arvin’s upbringing, it was mostly all he’d known, all that he was exposed to.

“God, Arvin... I can take care of myself, you know that. A-And if I do ever get in trouble, you know you’ll be the first one I come to.”

However what he dreaded the most was being apart from you. The fear that when you weren't together that’s when something terrible would befall you, killed him deep down and regardless of what you said, or no matter how confident you were of protecting yourself... He knew he’d always be there until he planned for the two of you to leave this “godforsaken town.”

And of course, the sex helped him a lot.

Arvin was the dominant one in the relationship throughout everything. He felt he needed to be in control, and obviously still took into consideration your thoughts and feelings.

However when it came to matters of life and death or even remotely close to your safety, he took serious. He prioritised your safety over his own, and that said a lot.

When I tell you this man would have a breeding kink, I meant it: having children did frighten him a little, although the thought of having them with you, made him feel motivated to have a family of his own.

He loves when you dry hump the fuck out him, seeing how you moan his name as your face to face with one another, the way your tits be jiggling/jumping the more intense you got.

He preferred to have sex in remote, isolated locations. He preferred to silence and peace of mind. Only being in each other’s company.

Often the sex happened in his car, and the moments after would be intimate just like after a fight.

He loved you and you loved him... You both knew you were meant for one another.

PETER PARKER:

Having met Pete, there was no way you’d thought there could ever be a bad bone in him, however it seemed even the perfect Peter Parker struggled with a few minor flaws.

Peter tended to get jealous, however over specific people that he saw as a threat.

He was extremely calculative, and knew who posed a risk to his relationship with you.

He often wouldn’t speak up about it, letting it slide and seeking advice from Ned and Aunt May on what to do, however they’d often persuade him to believe it was nothing major to worry about, and that you only had eyes for him.

And they couldn't be more right.

Peter trusted you greatly, as you did with him.

He didn't trust the cocky guys that would shoot their shot with you, and often it did infuriate him.

At nights, when he was out overlooking the city for whoever would need the help of their friendly, neighbourhood Spider-man, he’d take the time to contemplate to himself.

However, if he got really desperate for some help, he’d even ask his fellow Avengers... Tony wasn't much of a help, he’d just tell him to either spoil the hell out of you, “take her out to a nice restaurant, the chicks dig that intimacy shit.”

Steve, on the other hand, was actually the most helpful.

And they had all met you (and adored you), so they knew exactly who Peter was dealing with.

“Just talk to Y/N, I’m sure she’ll be most understanding... Usually when a guy feels this way about a girl, it means you want to take things seriously,” Captain reasoned.

And from their Peter knew exactly what he had to do.

Dates was a regular think, you made sure of that! Despite needing to balance school, work and Peter’s hectic life as an Avenger... You both proudly managed well.

So taking both Tony’s and Capt’s relationship advice into consideration, Peter thought it would be perfect to just say what he needed to say.

“L-Look Y/N... I know I may not often say it or be the perfect boyfriend, but I-I just wanted to say...”

God you loved how nervous he'd get.

“What is it Pete?” You intervene with a bright smile on your face, trying to encourage him to just speak his mind.

And it seemed to have worked, as his tense shoulders had finally relaxed and he returned with a smile.

“I-I love you, Y/N. I mean, I-I really am so in love with you. It just bothers me that I see you talking to some guys a-and to think that maybe, one day... They might convince you to leave me.”

Your heart broke silently to a thousand pieces: not only was this the first time Peter actually said the words “I love you”, however to hear that this was what had been worrying him this entire time.

“Peter, please don’t ever think that! I could nor would I ever, leave someone as brilliant and caring as you... I love you, Pete, you need to know this.”

And after what would have been the most sacred dates of your life, you knew exactly how to end the perfect night.

As you both had politely left the restaurant, thanking the staff for their incredible food and service, you turned to Peter, your hands cupping his chiselled face.

“Now how about you show me just how much you love me, huh?”

Sex with Peter was often gentle and very personal.

He wasn't over-the-top in control, always making sure you were comfortable and relaxed.

However when you both had gotten into the rhythm of things... A whole, new side of him would peak.

Definitely a boob guy... He’s rough hands would always be massaging your tits, especially when he ate you the fuck out.

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lovelykhaleesiii · 4 years ago

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Insecurities

PAIRING: Tom Holland x fem!Reader

Words: 884

Summary (requested by anon): “imagine with Tom Holland where they are on holiday but the reader is insecure about her body and won’t wear anything revealing. Of course embarrassed at both the fact that she doesn’t like her body and that she won’t let Tom see it.”

Warning: body image issues, low self-esteem, fluff

A/N - hope you enjoy it anon (apologies if it’s shit) :) x

Holidays with Tom were incredible. It was the fact you could explore different parts of the world with your one and only love, was a privilege in itself. Often life would become ridiculously busy with work, personal events, not to mention even Tom’s own matters would disrupt yours... Regardless you were there, as he was for you. These holidays were nonetheless, much needed time away from the chaos.

And this time around, you’d both opted for a tropical getaway in Tahiti. The weather was divine, the people were beautiful and you were both overjoyed. Finally in the privacy of each others company.

However, there was one thing in particular you’d always dreaded about these summer vacations... Swimsuits: well more so the fact that you’d have to wear them in front of Tom. And having already dressed for the occasion to head to the sunny beachside for the day, you really weren’t mentally prepared. Upon leaving the bathroom, you’d wrapped a robe loosely around yourself, only to be met with Tom waiting by the door, skimming through the bag to make sure you’d left no essential behind.

To be frank, you were always self-conscious of your body, always outweighing the imperfections against anything, and so during these times your appearance was most exposed, you hated.

Tom noticed this, he’d notice how anxious you’d get wearing something that clung and displayed your body for the world, and when you meant the world... Paparazzi, fans, the whole lot.

Often you’d make up excuses to avoid situations like this, “Oh babe I don’t feel so well... Have my periods” etc.

And Tom hadn’t really caught on your white lies, or so you thought.

“Tom, babe, I’m actually a little jet lagged... Perhaps we can swim tomorrow-”

“Alright Y/N... What’s going on?”

He’s sudden, abrupt answer had caught you off guard. Usually, Tom wouldn’t further question you, he’d simply brush it off as it is, make sure you were okay or needed anything, and let you be.

“Uh. Wh-What do you mean?”

“I mean I can see what you’re doing, Y/N… Don’t think I haven’t realised darling. Now be honest, what’s going on?”

You remained still, standing by the bed, your complete gaze entirely on Tom, contemplating on whether it was best to act unaware of such behaviour or to just confess.

With a quick glance to the side door, observing the intense greenery outside your room and a deep sigh, you knew it was best to admit not only to Tom, however to yourself as well… There was a problem, and a deep one of that.

“It-It’s just I don’t feel comfortable okay… Please don’t think you were ever the problem, it’s just something I’ve dealt with, nothing new, Tom, I promise.”

Exhaling deeply, it seemed you weren’t just off the hook yet. He grew anxious, your words in an attempt to deter Tom from believing that he was the problem, didn’t seem to work.

“So then darling, Y/N, what is the problem?-”

He tensely exclaimed, breaking the small distance between you two, as his hands tightly gripped the sides of your forearm, before gently caressing their way down to lock hands with you.

“What is it that you’re not comfortable with baby?”

“I-I just feel… Insecure. I always have, it’s been an issue since I could remember, I’ve just never been confident in things like this-”

You proclaimed, breaking Tom’s grip from you, as you waved your hands against your body.

“And being with you, by your side means more attention… And more attention always scares me, Tom.”

It took immense courage for you to confess your deepest self-doubt, and it took a lot for Tom to take it in, and yet he ached for you.

“Oh Y/N, darling-” He sighed, his muscular arms dragging you in again, for a short embrace before his hands reached up to softly clasp your face.

“Forget the attention, forget everything, God, even forget me! You are so beautiful, my love… And I know, I can’t fix everything right now, we’ll persevere together like we always do, but you need to know the facts of just how beautiful you are. Everything you may hate, I love, and if I’m being frank, there’s not one thing you could say that would convince me otherwise.”

God, how you loved the way he spoke… He was incredibly articulate and knew exactly the right words to say.

“I appreciate this Tom-”

“No darling, I appreciate you for being so upfront with me. I knew there was something there, but I wanted you to trust in me to speak up-”

As he spoke those meaningful words, his fingers ran through your Y/H/C hair, pushing it back gently away from your face.

“And you did. Look, how about we spend the day doing something else, how about hiking, huh?”

“Oh but Tom, the first thing you wanted to see was the beach-”

“And I did darling, as we flew down onto the runway-” He briefly laughed, his face inching closer towards yours to meet for an intimate kiss, before breaking off again.

“Y/N we took this vacation to be with each other, to make up for the lost time. I’m not doing anything without you...”

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fan-goddess · 1 year ago

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I’d let him give me many bastards so he’d feet from my tits. God this is too hot damn you’ve don’t it again! You’ve made me horny!!! The daddy kink was just the final straw before I lost all sense of sanity!

Lactation kink aegon? You can add this into any other plot but I just need more of this 😚

aegon x lactation kink has me crying, (s)creaming, throwing up!!!!

Wet Dreams

PAIRING: King!Aegon ii Targaryen x WetNurse!fem!Reader

WORDS: 1,632.

WARNINGS: wet nurse references, breastfeeding, mentions of an affair, lactation kink, Daddy kink, degradation kink, female receiving (fingering), breast play, swearing.

A/N - I kind of went feral, this was meant to be a very small blurb... whoops!

Since the royal twin heirs, Jaehaerys and Jaehaera, had been born lively to King Aegon, the Second of his Name and his sister-wife, Queen Helaena, the realm had rejoiced in joy and excitement. Gratefully appointed by the Dowager Queen herself, to be a fellow wet nurse for the twins, following the ancestral footsteps of your mother, who nursed Laena and Laenor Velaryon, and your grandmother before who nursed the many royal offspring of the Old King and his Good Queen wife, before being relieved of their duties.

You were quite younger than your predecessors when being anointed as a fellow wet nurse, however, Queen Alicent saw it fit that the younger the woman in the peak of her youthful maidenhood, would in return have the better production of the milk. Trusting that it was naturally in your genes to produce. Not to mention, you would be relative for quite some time to the royal couple, starting off in your young adulthood.

Nonetheless, as the twins grew familiar around your tits, latching on more comfortably, their repetitive suckling motions began to show results. Your tits had swollen abundantly with milk in vast supply, often at times leaking, if they were not in use. You were relieved from the burden, as was the Dowager Queen and her beloved daughter, satisfied with your loyal services... And yet it seemed that you had caught the lurking eyes of the King himself.

From time to time, when Helaena had delivered or called upon for your presence to nurse her newborns, Aegon remained solemnly distant in the background, yet ever so present. Never uttering a word, nor showing an ounce of acknowledgement for the intimate yet crucial service you provided to his children, and yet, his violet eyes would loosely ponder over you. Whenever you meekly entered their chambers, your eyes would inevitably meet in mutual focus, before forcing to resume your undivided attention unto the newborn babes. At one point, he was so drawn to your readiness to provide for his children, mindlessly caught in his own, unfathomable thoughts, that it took his sister-wife to hastily tug on his arm, harshly pulling him away to be drawn back to reality.

Having grown accustomed to his children's feeding times, he knew that you would reliably arrive on time in the early morrow, to feed the babes, whilst their mother and the rest of the royal family would attend their own breakfast feasts.

And he remarkably knew this would be the perfect time to strike...

Just as you faintly swayed and nestled little Jaehaera back into her crib residing with her asleep elder, the sudden knock on the door startled you vividly. As you hastily turned towards the direction of the abrupt sound, so anxious that the children did not stir awake, as your focus reluctantly panned from them still deep in slumber, did you meet the familiar, unnerving gaze of Aegon.

"M-My King, th-the babes have just been fed and put to bed. Queen Helaena is not here, I-I can fetch her for you, i-if you wish-"

Aegon remained dead silent, only taking a few slow paces towards your rigid state in front of the cribs, only inches apart before having the decency to respond.

"I have no need for my sister. Nor do I intend to wake the babes... I am here for one other matter, that is," He lowly uttered, his voice deep yet clear and stern, those formidable violet eyes tainted over you, lingering from head to toe and back.

"Mayhaps, I-I can help you, your Grace," You anxiously stutter: yet a strange feeling in the pit of your stomach began to churn, the feeling gradually extending between your inner thighs, that began to intensely throb, each passing minute the King blessed you with his attention.

"In fact you can... Get on the bed."

His serious tone was cold, you obeyed the command as you obeyed all your previous doings, and yet, this was one that should not have been taken lightly. Glancing at the sleeping babes one last time before the frame of the crib hid their tiny bodies, some comfort was provided knowing they remained peacefully unstirred in a deep slumber. The voice of their father not stirring them awake, even though Aegon spoke an octave above a whisper.

Following you closely behind, you could almost sense him inhaling your natural scent, sensing the fear oozing from your every fibre.

"Lay down," He further instructed, as you continued without hesitation in abiding by your Grace's honour. How could you defy the King? The consequences would have been detrimental, even so, fatal, to your very unimpressive existence...

Making yourself somewhat comfortable, despite the tension in your body from the uneasiness of the situation, Aegon knelt above you, each thigh in level just below your waistline as his knees sturdily supported him, his large hands began to snake their way up towards your body. Heavily breathing, the tight fabric felt suffocating, as you felt the foreign touch of his hands gliding over your body frame, gently tracing over the curves of your waistline, up until it reached your ample bosom.

"Hmm-" As the grazing touch of his soft lips glazed over the skin of your cleavage, you swore you could feel the ripples of his deep growl vibrating over you.

"So these are the fruitful gifts the Gods have blessed you with, that feed my very babes. Fuck, how I have been envious of my own seed-" Aegon lustfully whispered, with each breath taken and word spoken, his eager mouth latched to your skin, suckling leaving a moist trail of his trace over you.

"How they cry for your tits day and night. How they suck on these, taking in your taste with every mouthful. Favouring each swallow... Now it's my turn."

The foreign feeling of Aegon's thick, probing cock pressing down against you, just directly above the clothed entrance of your cunt, sent an exhilarating thrill through the entirety of your body, stemming from between your thighs. You had never truly been with a man before, let alone, your first being with the King himself. Nonetheless, you naturally dismissed all self-control, moaning and whimpering for Aegon's touch and more, your eager sounds brewing, louder in volume.

"Shush, shush, my pretty whore. My babes are fast asleep, perhaps milk drunk from you. We must keep quiet, nonetheless."

Instinctively, despite your mind pathetically trying to fight against the urge, you felt yourself keen for more. Hips lifting forwards, burying his stiff, pulsating cock further down into you. Immediately noticing your advances, you felt Aegon's hand reaching beneath, hastily pulling your gown length up, as his rough fingers sneaked tugging beneath your undergarments, teasing your silky folds.

"It seems someone is needy for their King... Have you been desperate for me, my pretty whore? Want Daddy to spoil you too, huh?"

"Y-Yes-" Breathless and yet inclined, your mind a haze, you shut your eyes closer, as Aegon's fingers delve deeper between your velvet folds, his fingers moving in slow, sensual motions stretching you out.

"My pretty whore, gonna be such a good girl for Daddy, yes? Gonna take good care of me, just like you care for my babes, hmm."

"Y-Yes Daddy."

His low, growling chuckle reverberating from his throat, was soon interrupted, as those violet eyes once more fixated firmly on your bosom, tutting at the sheer sight before him.

"Look at you, so fucking full of that sweet, sweet milk, you are practically leaking through your clothes, angel. Have my babes not drunk their full? Not taking advantage as their father would. Mayhaps, your needy body is producing ample supply for my take now."

His hand that had been eagerly venturing between your innocent walls, sprung free, as he began to unloosen the strings of your gown at front, ripping apart the fabric to expose your sensitive, swollen tits.

The appetising sight, nipples red and raw from feeding his babes, oozing with a white, milky substance that drizzles across your stretched skin. His thumb grazing and flicking over it was enough to make you moan in an agonising excitement, back arching hopelessly sulking for more.

"Look at the fucking mess you have made, and in front of your King. Have you no shame, whore? Need Daddy to make you feel better, want me to ease the pain, hmm? All you need to do is ask with that pretty mouth of yours."

"Uhh- Y-Yes, Daddy. P-Please, I'm s-so fucking full."

A growling groan echoed through his throat, before his mouth keenly opened, latching over one tit, as his hand massaged the flesh of your breast. Alongside his suckling movements with the kneading motions, the milk poured lusciously into his mouth, harsher and hastier than the babes, his mouthful took more, as his breathing hastened, his broad chest heaving deeper.

"Mhmm, hmm-" Once more that same hand found its way impressively down to your wet cunt, shoving his thick digits deeply inside, as he began to pump his hand backwards and forwards, almost in rhythm with each sucking motion. His tongue swirled over your nipple, causing you to convulse and jerk beneath him from the tenderness.

"Fuck, you taste divine... My babes are truly spoiled and will grow healthily with your milk. Now I know why they cry for these ardently-"

"It-It is my duty, your Grace. B-But it is my honour, to f-feed my King w-whenever your Grace n-needs me."

"That's right, whore... At my beckon call now. Perhaps I may fuck some bastards into my pretty whore's cunt, keep her filled so these tits keep swelling with milk, leaking for Daddy to relieve."

"Y-Yes, Daddy. W-Whatever you see fit."

"Good girl, my good whore... So obedient for Daddy, we are going to have fun, indeed..."

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Self-Defence

HEADCANON

PAIRING: Raymond Smith x fem!Reader

Words: 899

Summary (Requested by Anon): “Hey darling, could you please write some headcanons on Raymond Smith teaching you how to fight/self defence? Maybe ends up smutty?”

Warnings: protective!Ray, slight mentions of (physical) abuse/violence, smut, swearing.

A/N - LOVE the idea of this! Can definitely see this happening with Ray... Hope you enjoy x

As intriguing as Ray’s occupation was working for a notorious gangster crew, and the perks that came along with it... There was however, a down-side.

The major flaw in Ray’s work in particular was you. You were his disadvantage, the target that potential rivals may consider to use as means of attacking Ray.

It took him a while to gain the confidence to go public with you, after the constant nagging and reassuring conversations, that you trusted him, believed you were in safe hands, and that you would be prepared had finally convinced him.

And yet, a part of Ray still had his doubts, although it was too late for him to backdown now. The whole entire crew knew you, and those they had formed partnerships and alliances with.

Prior to meeting you, Ray's worst nightmare was an unkept household filled with sheer grime and dirt, all until you’d waltzed into his life.

His priorities had shifted drastically and these feelings were unfamiliar territory. He’d come to realise that now the worst possible thing he couldn't even dare to imagine, was seeing you in harm’s way.

And so he had taken matters into his own hands...

“Right, so I think it’s about time I teach you a few basic manoeuvres in self-defence, love.”

Initially you thought this was Ray’s shitty attempt at humour, he knew you weren’t really the coordinated time, nor did you believe it was necessary to learn. However, realising the seriousness in both his tone and body language, you thought otherwise.

“Surely not, Ray?”

“Y/N, darling, think about it. If some random cunt even thinks about laying a finger on you... I want you to be prepared, and you promised you would be.”

He caught you there... You did agree to his terms, once he'd finally been persuaded to come forward about your relationship.

And so it became tradition, every week the Coach had lent the gym a few nights after it had “closed” for Ray’s personal self-defence class.

You thought it would be simple, that Ray would take his time and go easy on you as a beginner, although he was quite the opposite.

“Y/N, sweetheart, you need to take this as seriously as I am. I can’t go easy on you, that’s just not how it works around here. I want you to get the hang of this as quick as possible, now focus-”

So far 2 weeks had passed, and you’d begun to easily recall the strikes and techniques from memory, after the amount of times Ray had drilled them into you.

Only shit thing, your body was completely sore that going waking up for work was even a painful struggle.

And Ray, again, took matters into his own hands. He was nurturing, he bathed you himself and tended to any bruise that had popped up from his harsh counter strikes and grip.

He apologised always as he tended to you, although you knew they were not intended as means to abuse nor harm you... It was preparation, and you’d seen it for yourself with Ray: scars marked all across his body.

“I truly am proud of you, Y/N. You’re quite the fast learner.”

Heading into the 3rd week, you’d learnt all the basic skills from counteracting a strike, to escaping the harshest of holds if someone had dared to kidnap you.

Another session, that was nearing its end, you felt you’d become adapted to the routine of things, when Ray had insisted on revising the previous skills.

“Show me how you’d take down someone sneaking up from behind.”

And as you instinctively turned your back towards him, ready to act out the given scenario, you felt Ray’s strong arms hastily snake their way around your waist... Definitely not part of the scenario.

“Ray, what are you doing?”

“Rewarding you.”

Before you knew it, Ray took you right there and then. No concern for Coach’s gym, it was as if something had taken over him.

“Fuck you look incredible in these clothes, all so tight around every inch of you.”

Despite adoring them, he didn’t spare a minute of tearing them from your body.

“I need you right now, Y/N.”

His deeps, low growls, along with your sultry moans of his name, echoed throughout the empty gym. It drove him even more wild.

“You deserve this, baby.” Each word he could only manage to utter, breathless, as he pounded himself deeply into you.

You didn’t even dare to respond, so immersed in his reward, you felt that you’d be exhausted, however Ray’s sudden plans left you exhilarated.

Just as he had been dominating you as your sparring partner, this hadn't changed at all.

His lips hungrily drawing in on your skin, leaving those deep red marks along your body. One hand rested towards your back, lifting your hips up for you, forward towards his body as he tried to penetrate his hard member deeper into your body.

The other free hand, did as he pleased. Firmly massaging your tit before traveling up into your hair, tugging at the loose strands.

“Fuck me Y/N!”

Having had the fun, it became a regular thing of Ray... Rewarding you in such vigorous ways, you’d grown to look forward to these self-defence lessons.

It was exactly the type of quality time he needed after a hard day’s work.

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