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🎶 𝙳𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢...

𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜? 🎶

**Criston knew that he loved these children — him, the king, whose honor he defended in front of others, the man, whose thirst for revenge for his murdered son he shared, the prince he trained, and the boy who grew up before his eyes — but he hardly ever imagined that it could be so painful.

We haven't seen much of their interaction, but Criston still showed that he is the real family to Aegon.

[lionneee]

Little Princess

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•Warnings: PIV, kissing, taking of sexual themes, smut, age difference.•

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Modern!Father’s!Best!Friend!Aemond x Fem!Reader

{Request: Hello, can I request Aemond jealous? angry sex 🔥}

{Hello I hope you are good I just wanted to request that in your new series dad's best friend with modern Aemond that in the next chapter The girl and Aemond reunite and they have ANGRY ANGRY smut thank you 😊 ❤}

He wasn’t enjoying this one bit. He didn’t know what pissed him off more. If knowing he was wrong, if seeing you and not being able to touch you, or enduring to watch you laughing with your boyfriend.

Your boyfriend.

He could feel Alys’s gaze on him. She was his… friend. Occasional hook up, but he barely even considered her that way since he had fucked you.

Somehow for him there hasn’t been a comeback from your sweet, tight cunt.

Alys moved her hand on his knee, and it took all of his willpower to not move away.

He looked briefly at Alys, currently talking lightly with Criston about her vacations, but he quickly glanced back at you, then at your father. He hated being here now. He didn’t want to be here. 

Criston seemed mesmerized by the sight of Alys, and he could still hear you fucking laughing with that kid.

Only the idea of that boy touching you ignited fire in him.

He sighed and harshly interrupted the conversation between Alys and Criston.

“You approved this?” Aemond asked Criston as he nodded towards you, currently half laying on the couch, keeping your boyfriend’s wrists in your hands and away from you as he tried to tickle you.

“Approved? I don’t have to approve it. She’s twenty-two, and she looks happy with her choices. What more could I ask?” He chuckled as he looked at Aemond. “Besides, he’s not that bad.” Criston answered, glancing at you and smiling. “Why? You don’t like him?” Criston asked, to his dear friend. Aemond scoffed, looking out of the window.

“Please. I couldn’t care less.” Though, jealousy was burning in his chest and he was tense all over. He stood up from the kitchen table, not caring to give you another glance as he walked out to lit his cigarette, quickly followed by your father and Alys.

He brought a woman to your house.

Your house. A woman.

Did he fucked her too?

Were you just a little distraction?

He didn’t look worried about you breaking things with him, but he was always like that. It always looked like he didn’t care even if he did.

Did you misread him?

You were just a kid to him?

He had his fun, and he quickly moved to another woman.

You shouldn’t have broken things.

Yes you should have.

He was your father’s best friend.

“Alright, alright…” You sighed as you tried to stop him.

God, you hated when he started like this.

“I said that’s enough!” You raised your voice, effectively shutting down Eric, your boyfriend.

You weren’t even sure he was straight to be honest, but you didn’t even care. If he were, and wasn’t ready to come out yet you were happy to cover him. If he weren’t, you pity him.

You never had sex, not after what happened at that party a couple of weeks ago.

Eric simply served to look less miserable in Aemond's eye. You might have been the one to break things down, but it was clear you weren’t over him yet.

You missed him.

You missed him in every way.

You missed the way he spoke to you, the way he hugged you, praised and reassured you.

But you also missed how he fucked you, how he always filled you to the brim, how he never let go of you without making you come at least three times.

The void he left behind kept growing every time you saw him. Every time you get to admire his beauty from afar.

Now he was filling someone else’s void.

Your heart skipped a beat every time your eyes met his, every time your father warned you that he would be home with you, every time he spoke his name.

You fell for him. Hard.

And you were burning with jealousy.

And you didn’t know what to do about those feelings anymore, because despite your efforts, they refused to go away.

You sighed and ran a hand through your hair, looking at your father as he came back inside.

“Aemond’s gone?” You asked, and your father nodded, looking at you then at Eric with a smile.

“Eric, do you want to stay for dinner?” Your father asked him, but you answered for him, before Eric could say anything.

“He can’t.” You said quickly as you got up from the couch. “He was leaving just now.” You smiled and looked at Eric.

God you felt such a bitch.

“Yes…” Eric smiled as he looked at your father. “But thank you, sir.” 

“Oh, no need to thank me, boy. It’ll be for the next time.”

“Eric, I know… I know, I’m sorry…” You sighed as you paced back and forth in your room, holding the phone over your ear.

Break up through the phone. Pathetic.

“Trust me, it’s not you, it’s…” Oh so lame. “… it’s me.” You snaked your own forehead as soon as you finished the phrase. “I’m sorry Eric. They have been wonderful weeks, but it’s not what I need right now, okay? I’m sorry.”

Because what you needed was Aemond.

You groaned as you threw your phone on the bed, crying out right after and letting yourself fall on the bed as well. You heard your phone buzz again, and you knew you couldn’t handle another pleading from Eric.

“What?” You answered the phone, your voice stern.

“Hey kid, are you alright?”

“Dad! Yeah, sorry, just… nothing. Are you coming home?” You looked at the time, noticing how it was almost dinner time.

“Yeah, about that… I’m gonna be late. I think there’s been an accident or something and I’m stuck. I’ll call you once it’s solved okay? I think it’s gonna take a while.”

“Oh… okay, dad. Are you okay?”

“Yes, don’t worry. Aemond is coming though, he was supposed to bring food today.”

“Oh… Uhm, okay. Is… Alys coming too?”

“No, just Aemond.”

“I’ll wait for you then.” 

“Yeah, later kid.”

“Later dad.”

Fuck.

You heard the doorbell.

Fuck.

Any chances you could just ignore it? 

You head it again.

Guess not.

You let out a loud grunt as you stood up and walked downstairs, opening the door to Aemond, who was just finishing his cigarette.

“Hey.” You bite your lip, uncomfortable with the situation. Aemond looked at you up and down, taking the last puff before throwing away the cigarette butt.

“Is your father here?” He asked as he looked coldly at you.

Like you were no one. Nothing.

Even when you were younger, you never had this kind of treatment from him.

Did you ruin everything?

Just because you wanted to be a good person and not fuck your father’s best friend?!

He should be happy and proud that you salvaguarded his friendship with your father, since, apparently, he couldn’t.

So why was he such a dick?

“No. He ran into an accident on the way home. He’s stuck.” You explained with all the coldness you could gather. Aemond hummed as he looked at you, the bag with the take out in his hand. He suddenly pushed the door open, stepping inside, right in front of you, towering over you and forcing you to take a step back. You looked up at him surprised, and you saw him angry. You’ve never seen his face so hard, his eye so cold.

“Didn’t know you could be such a slut, princess.” He growled as he kicked the door shut behind him with a loud tud.

You looked at him enraged.

“Me? How dar-“ You choked on your own words as Aemond let the bag fall on the floor, grabbing you harshly by your throat.

“Yes, you. Getting on with that kid.” He growled as he squeezed your neck. “Does he know how much of a whore you can be? I don’t think so. If he did, he wouldn’t have been with you.” He hissed an inch from your face.

“You brought her to my house!” You hissed back. “I should have known better than let you fuck me. I should have known better than thinking you could care about me.”

“Shut up. I get he didn’t even know where to start to satisfy you.”

“Oh, he could satisfy me just fine.” You hissed back.

Such a lie. He didn’t even touch you.

“Oh, no, princess, I mean really satisfy you. Treat you how you really need to be treated. Fucked like only a man can fuck you.” He grinned. “Like only I can fuck you.”

“He did better.” You grinned as well.

Aemond stayed quiet for a moment, then her released your neck only to grab your hair and tug your head back harshly.

“Liar.” He whispered in your ear.

He bent down and threw you over his shoulder easily, making you scream.

“Aemond!” You hit his back, but that only caused Aemond to slap your ass, hard. You whined loudly and hit his back even more.

“You have no idea of what I'm going to do with you, princess. No idea.” He growled as he walked quickly in your room, throwing you not so gently on your bed. You primped yourself up on your elbows, looking at him with a glare. He stood at the feet of the bed, looking down at you as he started taking off your belt.

“You think you can just say to me how you got fucked by someone else?” He asked, you could hear the anger and frustration in his voice. He took off his belt and grabbed your hands, making you fall back in the bed. He sat on you to keep you down. “You have no idea what mess you’ve put yourself in.” He smirked devilishly, and when you saw him wrapping the belt around your wrists you started squirming immediately, trying to free yourself.

“Stay. Still.” He growled as he held your wrist tighter, tugging then towards him to intensify his word. He tied your wrist quickly, and used the belt to pull you up as he stood up from the bed, making you stand as well. He backed off a bit, then he pushed you down on the floor, pressing his hand on your shoulder.

“Let’s use that mouth for something better than telling lies, uh?” He unbuttoned his pants, pushing them down along with his boxers.

You were met with the sight of his cock, still soft, hanging just inches from your face. You swallowed as you could feel your mouth watering already. He put a hand on your head, gripping your hair to make you lean your head back so you met his eye. His chest was rising repeatedly because of his deep, heated breathing. He moved your face, bending his knees and pushing his hips towards you as he directed your mouth to his balls.

“Come on, princess, use that mouth like I know you can.” He groaned as he felt your tongue on his skin. He looked down at you with his lips parted as he started jerking his cock over your face. He then moved your head as he directed the tip towards your lips.

You looked up at him angrily, wrapping your lips around him, letting your teeth touch his shaft.

“Watch it.” He glared down at you, his gaze a warning to not push him any further. You rolled your eyes as you started moving your head back and forth, your lips wetting and caressing his cock, but he quickly stopped you.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?!” He growled. He let out his breath sharply, pushing your head forward until you gagged around him, swallowing repeatedly, trying to fight the urge to throw up.

“Your daddy has been soft on you, princess. That won’t happen with me. I’ll give you the treatment you really deserve.” He kept your head still with both his hands as he started thrusting his hips, making his cock move in and out of your mouth, testing your gag reflex repeatedly.

“I’m not your daddy. But I’ll make sure you learn your lesson.”

You whined as started deliberately fucking your mouth, making drool spill from your mouth, wetting the floor beneath you. You brought your tied hands to his calves, gripping it tightly on him as you kept gagging.

“Had enough?” He pulled away, putting his hand under your chin and tilting your head up. You panted as you looked up at him, your brows arched and your chin wet with your own saliva.

“Oh, princess, you look wrecked…” He chuckled, wiping away the saliva. He bent to grab your wrists again, pushing you back up on your feet.

“What is it? Already went silent?” He smiled as he pushed you back on the bed, grabbing your hips and quickly turning your body so you were laying face down. He pulled your pants down along with your pants and pushed your shirt up to your wrists.

“Not so whining anymore about some woman I had by my side.” He laughed at you as he slapped your butt again, looking at the print of his hand.

“But when I’ll be fine with you, you’ll forget about it, don’t worry. Forget about Alys, forget about that stupid kid.” He hissed as he pushed your hips up, forcing you on your knees. He pulled your panties by the side, looking at the string of wetness coming from your core. 

“My, my, what happened here, princess?” He smirked. You tried to pull yourself up on your hands, but he pushed you back down, slapping your core.

“I said stay still.” He warned again. “You won’t have to move anymore. Let me handle you… as I want.” He grabbed the cheeks of your ass tightly and spread them apart, looking down at you, admiring the sweet heaven hidden between your legs.

“You’re mine.” He growled as he rubbed the tip of his cock along your slit. “You’ll remember that, I’ll make sure of it.” Said that, he grabbed his cock and pushed it past your folds, meeting your warmth and tightness, moaning as he pushed all the way in, until he completely disappeared inside you. you jerked away with a whine as his tip touched so deep inside you, the feeling almost unpleasant.

“I said.” He grabbed your hips and brought you back immediately, your ass pressed to his lap. “Stay.” He thrusted once, hard and rough, your body would have jolted forward if it wasn’t for his firm grip. “Still.” Another thrust. Another whine. He started moving faster, his pace building quickly as his thrusts were never less punishing. 

It almost seemed like he wanted to print his form inside you.

“Ah — Ah! Aemond —“ You gasped, breathless by the force of his hits. “S-slow down —“ You panted.

“No. You’re mine. Mine. Mine to kiss. Mine to hold. Mine to touch. Mine to taste. Mine to fuck until you can’t fucking walk anymore.” His voice started to sound more like a snarl, he was fucking you like a gel

real beast, pressing you against the mattress as he tried to deliver his cock always deeper, deeper. 

He grabbed the back of your neck and you turned your head to the side as he pressed you down, his other hand moving to your stomach.

“Who is fucking you, mh?” He squeezed your neck, demanding an answer.

“F-fuck you —“ You breathed out. 

Aemond had never been like this with you.

He always fucked you fast and hard, yes.

But he was always nice with his words, with his hands he caressed you, he made you feel praised, he made you feel like a good girl.

But this, this never happened.

But you were not going to complain.

Because as you knew he could feel it in his hand, you could feel it too, his cock piercing your stomach every time he reached so deep inside you.

“Say it. Who is fucking you? Who is inside you, right now?” 

He pushed you further on the mattress, changing his position, planting his feet in the bed besides your knees, his hands squeezing the skin of your hips tightly as he bent his knees to keep pounding on you, slipping deeper, able to thrust harder.

“Ah — Fuck —“ You gasped, your voice strained and chocked. You even found it difficult to talk.

“Say it. Say my name!” He was completely lost in the pleasure, in his anger, and his need to take you. Take you like you were a whore.

“A — Aemond —“ You cried out, as your feet curled, your body started shaking and your walls started to clench around him. You let out a loud moan, clenching your eyes shut and gritting your teeth.

“F-fuck I’m gonna come!” You cried out, you felt the tears reaching your eyes from how good it felt.

You’ve never felt like this.

You’ve never felt this good.

What you hated the most, was that he was right.

No one knew how to fuck you properly.

No one knew how to fuck you like he could.

“You want to come?” He chuckled. “You haven’t earned it yet.” He pushed you down in the bed, standing up above you as he pulled out.

“No —“ You cried, breathless. You curled up in the bed, suddenly, that void was eating you out again. “A-Aemond…” You whined as you turned around, looking at him as he grinned down at you, pleased with your desperation.

“Come on, say it.” He whispered, urging you to say what he was waiting to hear for so long. You pressed your lips together as you looked at him with your eyes full of tears.

“P-please —“ You sobbed. “Please. I want you.” 

“Oh, there she is. There’s my little princess.” He smiled as he knelt in front of you. He caressed your face, wiping some tears away.

“What do you want, princess? Say it.” He whispered.

“I-I want you — Want you inside me..” You sobbed as you bent your legs, bringing your knees close to your chest, slowly widening them. You saw his eye sparkling at the sight.

“Want you to fuck me.” You whispered. You saw his gaze darkening as he looked down at your cunt, caressing your folds with his fingers, making you squirm.

“Who do you want?” He looked back up at you, watching you closely.

“I want you.” You stated firmly. “I-I want Aemond Targaryen…” You moaned loudly as he slowly guided his cock back inside you, taking his time to push it all in as he sat in his haunches. “I want my father’s best friend — Ah!” Aemond suddenly started thrusting inside you, back to his wild pace, at your words.

“Yes, princess. You want me.” He panted, as he gripped your thighs to pull you back to him, making you meet every one of his movements, moaning. “Why?” He grabbed your cheeks in his hand, forcing you to look at him.

“Be-because no one — No one can fuck me like you do!” You squirmed, your back arching, making you slip from his grip as your eyes rolled in the back of your head, the top of your head pressing on the mattress as the rest of your body lifted from it. Aemond’s fingers digged in your skin as he securely kept you in place, moving continuously inside, out, then back inside you, never giving you a break.

“Oh — Oh Gods! Gods, I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come — Aemond —“ You started breathing quickly as you felt your orgasm about to explode on you.

“Go on. Go on, fucking wet my cock.” He growled as he forced himself to keep his eye open to see you come apart under him. You whined loudly, your body convulsing as you reached the end, waves of pleasure taking the breath out of you as you clenched your hands in the sheets.

“God, yes — Yes, princess, like that — Fuck!” He moaned as he moved over you, resting in his forearms beside your head, pressing his forehead on yours as he gave the last few thrust before following you in a bliss of pleasure with a moan.

“God —“ He panted as he stilled completely, both of your breathing heavy as you both closed your eyes, trying to regain yourself after such an intense moment. He slowly moved his hand up to free your hands, throwing his belt on the floor. Aemond rolled on your side, carefully to slip out gently to not make you feel uncomfortable, then he pulled you in his arms.

You closed your eyes, feeling finally full again.

“Princess.” Aemond called you as he patted your arm. You opened your eyes and sat up, bringing your sheets with you to cover your body.

“Dad?” You mumbled as you looked with wide eyes at the door, where your father was staring at you and Aemond.

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[bbygirl-aemond]

aemond, to helaena, while lying face down on his bed and regretting everything: and then i called him dad.

criston, to alicent, crying tears of joy: and then he called me dad!

[ride-thedragon]

No, because Luke saying his father is still alive after Aemond insults him over Ser Harwin's death will never not be funny. He really said idk about y'all, but my dad is grieving in the ocean. Idk who you're referring to, but unlike your dad, mine isn't at death's doorstep. He's quite well, sir.

He knew who his father was, and it wasn't that strange man keeping his baby brother away from him.

Had Laenor stayed, Luke and Joffery would've been confirmed Daddy's boys, no biology.

[ndostairlyrium]

The more the furrier 💛

Bonus:

[dirtytransmasc]

I want to amend this post, I need multiple things from Criston next season (and season 3, cause why not?) or I will be rioting (in no particular order, with various levels of angst/delulu-ness):

Calling all three of his boys "son" and similarly Helaena "daughter", that or his "sweet girl/boy" both would be preferable.

kissing his kids heads/foreheads. some instances could be; kissing Aegon's forehead as he carries him away from Rook's Rest. kissing Aemond's hair as he holds him outside of Aegon's chambers, his boy thinking he killed his brother. kissing Hel's temple when he visits his grandbabies (Hel angst coming later, savor this while you can).

Criston taking a private knee to Aegon, swearing to him like he had his mother, promising a duty that goes beyond what is expected of him.

comforting Helaena as she is plagued by dreams and prophecies.

playing with his grand kids.

sitting at Aegon's bedside while he heals.

Dad jokes.

bear hugging Daeron when he returns from Oldtown, lifting him all the way off the ground.

the dad "one armed hug shared in moments of fondness and laughter" thing, with Daeron.

Daeron and Criston sharing similar quirks and habits (not necessarily a conscious act by either party, but I still need it)

helping care for Aegon, being one of the few faces that keeps him some semblance of calm after everything, helping change bandages or sponge him clean. just soft moments of pained vulnerability and softness between a dad and his grievously injured eldest son.

praying for his children.

more... handsy... with Alicent, for lack of a better word. just soft comforting touches, like you would expect partners to share with each other. her family has been maimed, murdered, and/or sent to both battle and madness, let him comfort his (platonic) wife goddammit. let them hug actually, that's what I need, I need him to hug her.

sitting with Helaena and Jaehaera after B&C, trying to comfort them the best he can. Helaena going in and out of tears, sometimes she recognizes him, sometimes she doesn't. sometimes she is heartbroken beyond words, others she is angry. no matter what, he is there to protect her. give me a scene of him holding her as well, she needs it, she deserves a hug.

threatening Larys, especially if he pulls a stunt against Alicent like I think he might, knowing he can't kill him, that he's to much of an asset than they can risk going with out, but still hating him for what he does to his Queen. (see this post to understand what I mean by stunt)

embracing Aemond and Daeron, doing the forehead touch thing, each time they go separate ways, knowing any battle could be their last.

his last words being him begging Alicent and his kids to forgive him, apologizing for failing to protect them, for leaving them.

if we do get Afterlife scenes out of this hellish show, give me a scene of him reuniting with his grandkids, kids, and eventually his (platonic) wife. I'm begging.

putting aside a knife of his own to be given to Jaehaera if and when he passes, as a final means to protect her, even from the grave.

let him be emotional, in passing, when he's alone, let him shed a tear or two. I want to see the stress ooze from this man. I want to watch as the pain and death that follows his family breaks him down.

a clear difference between how he advises Aegon in front of the court and how advises him in private. risking a daggar in the throat on account of his son's blind rage and grief to protect his image amongst the court, but sharing a similar blood lust when it comes to avenging his daughter and grandchildren.

at least one shot of him standing with one of his kids' dragons.

just give me Criston being a good dad and (platonic) husband.

[simonxriley]

i felt so bad for Harwin because you could tell he wanted to be a father to his kids but couldn’t 😭😭

[daeron-targs]

Trying really hard to not imagine a fanfic where Criston is dying from wounds he received while in battle. Instead of thinking about dying, all he can think about is Alicent and the Green kids.

He thinks about Aegon winning the war and if he’ll ever be given a chance to be a good king. How Helaena used to show him her favorite bugs. How proud he is that Aemond grew into a great warrior after so many setbacks. He regrets not being able to spend a lot of time with Daeron.

And just for an extra bit of sadness, Criston thinks of Alicent’s smile and if she’ll ever know just how much he loved/cared for her.

[tyranasauruslex]

Modern AU Criston spending time with his favourite kid 🥰

He doesn’t actually have a favourite, but Aemond needs a bit of extra TLC sometimes.

[zoya-nazyalenskys]

love that they're just making up targaryens like bestie who is princess aeriana aksjdkdk

[um-weird-flex-but-ok]

The thing about alicole is that I'm obsessed with them up until the point where it's no longer a platonic devotion. Something about them fucking just feels wrong to me.

And I was thinking about it and about the ‘Ser Criston isn't the step-dad he's the dad that stepped up’ headcanon regarding the green kids and like

Alicent is still a teenager here and Otto’s a piece of shit… that's her dad.

I mean he’s grumpy, he follows her around glaring at any and everybody with the audacity to look at her, he'd die for her, he's already killed for her, he says offensive shit that he shouldn't, he was constantly one wrong move away from jumping Viserys consequences of kingslaying be damned and Alicent clearly doesn't tell him things knowing his reaction would be bad.

Ser Criston is Alicent’s dad in all but name and Aemond bought him a ‘worlds greatest grandpa’ mug for his name day and it was the first time he'd cried in over ten years.

[bietrofastimoff23]

For every parent, their children are the best in the world.

Criston: aren't they adorable? 😍🥰

[lionneee]

Little Princess

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Modern!Father’s!Best!Friend!Aemond x Fem!Reader

“I trusted you! I trusted you!” Criston shouted as Aemond walked out of the room, his pants back on.

“Criston, calm down…” Aemond sighed as he followed him downstairs.

“You don’t get to talk to me!” He shouted. “You fucked my daughter. In my house! Under my roof!” He kept yelling.

“Not always.” He said without thinking, matter of factly. He saw him fuming.

Maybe he should have shut up.

“Dad…” He saw her getting out of her room as well, dressed back up.

“GO BACK IN YOUR ROOM!” He shouted at her. He saw her gasp and step back, biting her lip and going back to her room.

Always daddy’s girl.

He looked back at Criston, his face calm and relaxed as Cristian’s was red.

“Get. out.” He hissed at him, pointing at the door. “I don’t want to see you ever again.”

“You’re overreacting, Criston, I -“ He stopped as soon as his friend’s fist made contact with his cheek. He grunted for the pain and looked back at him.

“I care for her, Criston.” He looked back at his friend. “You know I do.” Criston laughed bitterly at his words.

“You care for her in a sick, wrong way. You’ve seen her grow up.” He spat. Aemond sighed.

“Yes, and I’ve seen her grow into the beautiful woman she is n-“ This time, he grabbed Criston’s wrist before he could punch him again. “Stop it.” He growled as he looked at him with a hard glare.

“The audacity of yours!” He yelled as he tugged his hand back, freeing himself from his grip. “How dare you talk about my daughter like that?! How could you touch her like that?!” He kept shouting. “Get out of my house! GET OUT!” Criston’s voice only kept raising and Aemond knew there was no point in trying to reason with him, so he just walked to the door, taking a cigarette from his pack in his pocket and lit it once outside.

Your father barely even looked at you. You even cried in front of him, trying to babble some words, trying to explain. But it was like he couldn’t even hear you. 

You felt a disappointment.

You hated being like this with your father. It rarely happened, you two usually never fought, and even if you did, the moment you started sobbing he immediately reassured you, and everything went back to normal.

And even if the first two weeks passed by feeling sorry for your actions, slowly, you started to feel angry, resentful, because he was the reason you felt so empty again.

He always checked your position on your phone when you went to school, and he didn’t let you go out with your friends, not even in the library.

I care for her, Criston.

You heard those words as you pressed your ear to the door the day your father saw you.

He cared for you.

But in what way?

You loved him.

You’ve loved him ever since you could remember.

“Daddy? Is Aemond coming today?” You looked at your father as you hugged his calves. 

“Yes, he could never miss your tea party, could he?” Your father chuckled. Just as you fixed your dolls on the little chairs, you heard the doorbell. You screamed happily and started running to the door as your father opened it.

“Aemond!” You laughed as you ran with your arms open. Aemond smiled and bent down to pick you up in his arms.

“Hey, princess, is my tea ready?” He looked at you as you started playing with his long hair, nodding happily as you tugged at them.

Your first period. On. Your. Birthday.

You groaned as you covered your face with your hands, pressing your face on the mattress to muffle the scream of frustration. You didn’t like the dress you had to wear, you didn’t like your hair, you didn’t like your make of, now ruined by tears, you didn’t like anything.

And you felt guilty for not liking everything, knowing the effort your father put on your 16th birthday party.

It was a silly dinner, just family, then on the weekend you would have a big party with your friends.

You wanted to be swallowed by your bed and never be seen again.

“What’s going on, princess?” You groaned again as you heard your voice. You didn’t want him to see you like this. You didn’t want anyone to see you like this.

“Nothing.” You mumbled against the mattress. Aemond sighed and you felt the mattress crack as he sat beside you. He caressed the back of your head.

“Come on, let me see your face.” He talked softly as he put a hand on your shoulder, pulling you up. You poured as you sat up and looked at him.

“I look ugly. And the dress doesn’t fit me well.”

“Nonsense.” He said as he moved a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“There’s nothing good now! My hair looks terrible, my makeup, me!” You whined as you felt the tears coming back.

“Oh, princess. Don’t talk about you that way. I can fix your hair and you can do your make up again. And that dress is beautiful. You are beautiful, princess.” He smiled as he pulled you up on your feet. “Come on, sit on the vanity. You’ll do your makeup as I fix your hair.” He gently started to work on your hair, braiding them beautifully. You did your makeup again, and you had to admit, it looked pretty good.

“You are beautiful, princess.” He repeated. That was the first time you felt your heart beat so loudly.

Aemond was always there. Always in your life, always helping you even when you were at your worst. Him and your father.

It was your fault if everything went wrong.

“I’m going out for dinner. You stay here, got it?” Your father told you as he stood outside your room. You looked at him and nodded.

“Good.” He walked away, and he didn’t even say goodbye. He just walked out, slamming the door shut. 

“I’m going out for dinner, but Aemond will stay with you, okay kid?” Your father smiled at you as he kissed your forehead. 

“It’s okay, dad. Have a good dinner. He smiled warmly as he nodded at Aemond and walked out.

“So what do you want to do, princess?”

“Do you want to watch a movie?”

“Sure. You can pick.”

Horror or thriller were usually your first pick. They rarely scared you, but you liked the plots. You sighed as you leaned your head on Aemond’s shoulder. You were wearing an oversized shirt and some shirts.

“Bored, princess?” Aemond asked you amused. 

“No, no…” You smiled as Aemond rested his hand on the back of the couch.

“Do you mind?” You asked as you pointed his thighs, wanting to throw your legs over his for a more comfortable position.

“No…. go on.” He said as he shifted on the couch. You looked at him for a moment then you went on to move your legs over his.

“Comfortable enough?” He smiled. You nodded happily. You phone buzzed on the couch and you picked it up to see a message from you… now boyfriend. You pressed your lips together as you looked at it.

«Want to come over tomorrow?»

You had been together for a week, and you still felt uncomfortable when you two kissed. The idea to do more at his house made you even more uncomfortable.

“What is it?” Aemond glanced at your phone, seeing the message his eye hardened.

“Nothing.” You quickly turned off your phone and looked back at the tv.

“Princess.” Aemond sighed. “You’re smart, So don’t do anything stupid, okay? No boy is worth it.” He said as he looked back at the tv too. You nodded, but you didn’t try to continue the conversation.

But… maybe you could ask him?

“Aemond.” You raised your head as you looked at him. she turned his head to look at you, silently encouraging you to keep talking. “How… Did you…” You sighed. “Is it normal to feel uncomfortable? With… couple things.” You bit your lip as you saw his eye widening and hardening.

“Well, it depends, princess.” He started. “What did you do?” You blushed a bit as you started playing with your shirt and looked down.

“We just… kissed.” You said blushing. Aemond sighed and put his hand on your thigh.

“Do you like this boy?”

“He’s fine… He’s cute. He gives me attention.”

“But do you like him?”

“Yeah…”

“Well, then it should be… yeah, embarrassing the first times, like the first days? But then it should be about passion, you know?” He smiled slightly. “About… wanting to be with that person all the time, kiss them all the time.” He leaned his head down, trying to catch a glimpse of your eyes.

It wasn’t like that for you. It was embarrassing and… even stressful. You kept thinking about trying to be perfect with him.

"So... not stressful or embarrassing? After a week?"

"No... no, princess. It shouldn't be that way. It should be about feeling more comfortable with someone... about letting go. You know?

When you like someone, you shouldn't feel that way." Aemond said gently as he gently stroked your thigh with his thumb.

"So how should it feel?" You looked up at him, your cheeks red, but there was curiosity in your eyes.

"It should be... warm and fuzzy, you know?" He smiled. "It should make your heart beat faster every time you see him. You should feel comfortable, even when you're doing something new." He sighed. "You don't feel any of this, princess?"

"I feel agitated. Like for a test, and so have to be perfect."

Aemond chuckled slightly and leaned his shoulder against the couch. "Princess, you don't have to be perfect when it comes to this stuff, you just... let go and enjoy yourself."

"But... how do I let go?"

"It's simple, princess." Aemond smiled as he moved his hand from your thigh to your cheek, gently caressing it with his thumb.

"You trust them enough to let go. You trust them enough to know they won't judge you and that they will like you all the same, or more."

"And... there has to be passion?"

"Of course. It's a connection that comes from both, you and the person you're doing this with." He looked in your eyes, his face closer to yours now. "You can feel the desire, the need to be touch, to be close to each other..."

"A connection... desire..." You repeated as you nodded

"You should feel the want to feel their body with your body..." His tone went a bit huskier as he got closer to you. "To get to know them entirely. On every level... body, mind, thoughts... everything."

"To be with them, all the time?"

"All the time." He slowly moved closer until he was hovering over you. "To want them as much as you need air to breathe."

"To can't wait to see them..." You looked at him in the eye

"To lose interest in everything else when they're not near." He looked at your lips then to your eyes. "To crave them constantly. To need your lips on their skin, their lips on yours... skin on skin."

"To... kiss them all the time..." I whisper

"Yes... To want to taste their lips, to feel their hands on your hips... their tongue on your skin." He lowered his head towards you. "to want... to be as close to them as possible."

"To live in a bubble with them, and them alo-

"You stopped yourself and breathed in deeply as you felt Aemond's forehead against yours, his breath brushing your face as your lips mere inches apart.

"Mmm... just them. Always them." He whispered as he gently slid his hand to your hip, gently squeezing it. "There's no one else, princess. Just you and that person. No one to judge, no one to worry about." It was clear he wasn't talking about your boyfriend.

"I want to feel it." You bit your lower lip, looking at him with pleading eyes.

You really did, you wanted to know what it meant to really like someone. You felt at ease with Aemond. You were always happy to see him, and could barely wait when he came to your house. You loved spending time with him, you never felt judged, only understanded and cared for.

Aemond passed his thumb over your lips.

“Oh, princess…” He whispered as his own breathing got heavier. “You know I can’t make you feel like that.” You cried out at his words and grabbed his shirt with both your hands, leaning closer, your eyes shut.

“Please.” You whined. “I want to know what it feels like. I think you make me feel like that…” You didn’t know if to feel offended by Aemond's chuckle.

“You’ll find the right one, princess. But that’s not me.” He pulled away and leaned back on the couch, passing his hand through his hair. You looked at him, disappointed.

“You’ll see.” He added as he looked away from you.

Did he ever even like you? Other than for a fuck. You believed he cared for you, but you weren’t sure he felt more than that. What you felt was deeper. 

You crawled in bed and curled up, hiding under the blankets.

Did you ruin everything only for some sex?

You sobbed as you pressed your pillow on your face.

You destroyed a friendship.

You hurt your father.

You sobbed louder.

Your father. The one who took care of you every moment of his life, loved you, trusted you.

Just for some good sex.

Because that’s what you were for Aemond?

He cared for you.

Well, you loved him, and that was eating you inside.

The feeling of his hands on your skin, making you burn for him. The way he kissed you like he owned you. The way he filled you like he couldn’t be apart from you.

You tightened your hand on the pillow as you slowly moved your other hand under your shorts, under your underwear.

You slowly brushed your fingers over your clit.

“Let’s see how I can make you squirm.” He smiled as he looked down at you.

You started rubbing your pearl a bit faster, avoiding your entrance to not feel the disappointment of the thinnest of your fingers. 

“How many times you think I’ll make you come like this today, uh princess?” He grinned as he looked at you squirming and crying out as he pumped his fingers inside you ferociously, making it impossible for you to be still. “Three? Maybe four. Or seven. Ten?” He chuckled as you cried loudly.

You tried to muffle a moan in the pillow as you started breathing heavily, your hips jerking on your fingers. You started rubbing on your clit faster, pressing slightly more, just like he did.

But it didn’t feel the same. 

You groaned in annoyance as you tried to focus on your pleasure, not in the lack of his touch.

“What is it, princess, can’t even make you come on your own?” You could hear his chuckle. “You miss me that much?” 

You groaned as you pulled your hand out of your panties.

“Fuck you!” You yelled at the air.

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[bbygirl-aemond]

not criston jumping to get his sword when someone opens the door to protect aemond and then putting hand on aemond's shoulder when he goes to leave he's never beating the stepfather allegations i fear

[ride-thedragon]

"Those kids had so many dads"

No they didn't.

Hope this helps💕

[fatherforgivethem]

When Alicent Hightower moved her four children to the states to start a new life, she hadn’t excepted to meet a ranch owner who would open his heart up for her and her little family.

Criston Cole: The ranch had been in his family for years before he met his soulmate, Alicent. Along with her, he now has four children that he loves dearly, even if they can make his head spin sometimes. He spends his mornings making breakfast for the family, and then working on the ranch with all of his children.

Alicent Hightower: The young English woman met her soulmate, Criston, when she her eldest boy got lost in the grocery store. Criston found him and the rest was history. She likes to spend her time gardening and working at her flower shop. She tries her best to attend the matches of her three eldest children, but the danger of their sports scares her.

Aegon Hightower: The twenty something young man lives at home with the rest of his family where he helps out on the ranch. His bull riding career has taken off within the last couple of years. If his mother won’t come to see him, he always knows that Helaena, his sister and secrete lover, will. He always makes sure to attend her matches in return. Aemond and him both fell in love with sport at a very young age due to their father teaching them.

Helaena Hightower: The barrel rider is making her name known amongst others and her talent can be seen by anyone who lays their eyes on her. She likes to help around the ranch, the garden, and watch her brothers matches. Aegon and her have been secretly together since they were fourteen. When she’s not busy with training, she can be found at her mothers flower shop in town. Aegon is usually trailing behind her like a lost puppy.

Aemond Hightower: Like his brother, Aemond’s passion can be seen in the sport of bull riding. The rush of it all is what he enjoys the most, especially when he goes up against Aegon. He’s a private young man and no amount of buckle bunnies can get him to spill his secretes. He likes to work on his fathers (family) ranch and spend time with his family.

Daeron Hightower: The youngest of the family can always been seen either at school, the ranch, or around town. He loves to help his father with whatever work that needs to be done on the ranch, and he works weekdays at his mothers shop. He didn’t get into bull riding like his brothers, but he does have a passion for helping the animals around him. His dream is to go to school to become a veterinarian.